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When Angels Fall, Part V Disclaimer: This is a fictional work based on the show, "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." I, the author, have not been paid for this. I write for pleasure. This in no way reflects the attitudes of the actors, owners, and staff of the show that I know of. This is from my mind. It contains m/f sex, torture, and NC. If you don't like this or if you are too young where you are to read porn material, LEAVE! I'm serious. I'm not responsible if your mother catches you choking the chicken to this. This disclaimer protects my ass. If you are legal, feel free to distribute this among other consenting adults. All I ask is that you keep my words, title, and writing name the same. Now, you may enjoy. Author's note: All of my stories based on "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" are going to be a relative continuation of the others. I will make references to the previous ones, so you might want to read those to get a better understanding. This is my third story. My first one is Angel of the Darkness. I plan on writing several, so just keep checking. Part 5 As night fell, Xander just lay there on the bed. He had country music, or as he calls it, the music of pain, playing. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this. Would Buffy ever forgive him? Would any of them? Xander vowed again and again in his mind to kill Angel if he ever got the chance. "Why, Xander, whatever could be wrong?" Xander shot up in his bed to see Angel standing there. The bastard had a smirk on his face. "How the hell did you get in here?" "Through the window. Did you forget you invited me in one time for a blow job?" Xander cursed himself for ever letting Angel near him. What could have ever possessed him to even think he was a person. Xander tried to run for the door, anything to buy him some time, get a cross, something, but Angel grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground. "Now, now, now. We can't have you running off and being let for your date." "What date?" Xander gasped back. "The one you have with me, Dru, and Spike. Tonight's your lucky night. We're gonna torture you, kill you, and leave your body right outside little Buffy's house. I mean, I really was a bastard to her, so a token of my affections should get me back on her good side." Xander cursed and kicked, but Angel had no trouble dragging him into the night. Xander was chained to the ceiling, his feet barely reaching the ground. A ball gag had been forced into his mouth, so he couldn't scream. All he could do was glare with hateful eyes at the smiling trio. "Well, why don't we get on with it?" "Patience is a virtue, Spike," Angel replied. "So. We're vampires. What do we care about virtues?" "Good response, but I've decided not to kill him right away. After all, the alignment is coming up. What better bait can you think of?" "I thought you said the bitch hated him now." "She'll come anyway, or at least try to. Won't it be fun to see the look on her face, when we kill him while she watches?" "Are you sure about this? We might just wind up with a slayer who never quits." "Dear Spike. I see your still so near sighted. Don't you get it? Xander is just the first." "I don't like this." "C'mon, Spike. Give Angel a chance. For me? For Princess?" "Alright. For you, baby. But...his plan, he's the one to fight her. You have to stay out of it." Dru smiled and began nibbling on his neck. Angel just turned to Xander with a fiendish grin. "I think we should send Buffy a picture of him, so she knows exactly what he's going through, but first, we'll have to set the mood." Angel pulled out a large knife and walked towards his struggling victim. Xander struggled but soon realized Angel wasn't cutting him. He was cutting off his clothes. In no time, a now naked Xander stood on the balls of his feet. "Not bad, but what have you got planned, Angel?" Spike said, gazing hungrily at the young flesh. "This." Angel pulled out an assortment of items. He had a portable heater, which he set directly in line with Xander. Xander was quickly dripping. Next Angel removed his own shirt and jacket. He pulled out a cat o' nine tails. He pulled back and gave a light, test swat to the small of Xander's back. Xander jumped despite the lack of any real pain. He couldn't stop himself from starting to cry in fear. "Oh no. No tears. Save them for something worthy. I just hate to waste good....pain." After a few more teasing strikes, Angel lashed out with force. Xander screamed into the gag, feeling his ass skin on fire. Another lash his back. Xander could feel the blood dripping as cuts were opened. Angels just laughed. A few more hits, some to Xander's front, and his torso, thighs, and backside were covered with criss crossing red cut and welts. "Now that's a Kodak moment. He's broken, bleeding, crying, and dripping sweat. This is how I want Buffy to remember him." Angel took the Polaroid picture and the three of them left to discuss what to do, leaving Xander alone in his pain and shame. "Now, when should she get this?" Angel asked Spike. "What's wrong with right now?" "No, I don't want her coming tonight. I want to be ready. She needs to get this during the day. A time when she can't come looking for us. I want her to know he's dying and she can't do anything about it." "School is a place for learning all sorts of things," Drusilla chipped in, not even looking up from the doll whose hair she was combing. "Perfect. Tomorrow, I'll have someone deliver it to her at school. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to be well rested for the upcoming event. I'll just have a pizza boy delivered and go to bed right after eating." As Angel left, Spike turned to Dru. "So, pet. What do you want to do to pass the time?" "Feel like a show?" "Sure. Which one?" "The one I'm going to perform for you." Drusilla walked over to Xander. She took his cock in her hands and began working it to life. Despite Xander's struggling or disgust, his dick became erect under her expert manipulation. She quickly placed a cock ring on him to ensure he would remain hard. Drusilla stepped back and her dress fell to her feet. Xander couldn't scream as she wrapped her arms and legs around his burning, tired body. She lifted herself off the ground, causing his the beaten skin of his torso to sting and his muscles to stand out, straining against the added weight. Drusilla smiled at his obvious discomfort and adjusted herself, so she slid down his rigid pole. Xander was lost in the sensations. He never knew he could feel such pleasure and pain at the same time. He never had known the shame of being used. He tried to look away, not wanting to see Drusilla's face, but he made the mistake of looking in Spike direction, and saw him masturbating. The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation, they all blurred. Xander found himself in unable to hold off his orgasm an more. He came, sending spurts of semen deep into the warm depths surrounding his manhood. Xander would have collapsed, as Drusilla dismounted, had he not been bound upright. She removed the cock ring, letting his spent cock shrink and soften. Xander just looked away, ashamed of being used, ashamed of enjoying it. Spike and Dru just laughed, enjoying the after effects as much as the show. Thankfully, they left Xander alone for the rest of the time. Buffy, Willow and Giles sat alone in the library. Buffy only half listened as Giles lectured her yet again and again about why she couldn't go out tonight or for the next night. "Buffy....y-you must understand how dangerous this is. Vampires will be at the peek of their strength. They want you to come after them, because this is the one time they will each be stronger and faster than you. The stars will align after four in the morning....they will stay aligned for twenty four hours. It is imperative, no matter how you feel, you feel stay inside your house." "Fine...fine...no more lectures, Giles....I'm really not in the mood..." "What is it, Buffy?" Willow asked with concern, "You didn't see Xander today, did you?" "No. Thankfully, he must be avoiding me. It's probably a good idea. Right now, I really want to hit both him and Angel." "Excuse me. Is one of you Buffy Summers? I have a package here for her." All three glanced over to see a delivery boy holding a clipboard and package. "I am," Buffy responded with a confused look. She signed for it, and all three shared a puzzling expression, as the boy left. "Did one of you send me something?" Buffy asked. Seeing them shake their heads no, she said, "Oh....it's probably from one of them." Buffy tossed the package aside, letting Willow and Giles know that them meant Xander and Angel. "But you didn't even open it. You really should at least see what it is," Willow protested. "You can if you want. I really don't want to anything that might relieve my anger right now. There is no those two are getting off easy." Willow opened it and dropped the package with a gasp. Buffy ran over to see what it was. Inside the box was a pile of torn clothes, roses, and a picture. It wasn't hard to figure out who the owner of the clothes was when they saw the picture. In it, Xander was tied up, naked, and covered with lash marks. Despite the small size of the photo, the pain and fear on his face were clear. Buffy flipped it over and immediately recognized the writing as Angel's. It read: Sorry I was such an asshole. Please forgive me. As a small token of my affections, I'm going to get rid of this trash that caused us both so much pain. If you decide you don't want me to, just find me before sunrise tomorrow. With Love, Angel Buffy dropped it, feeling herself go numb. She ran from the library despite Giles and Willow calling after her. Willow gave chase and found Buffy in the restroom, crying. "Buffy?" "It's my fault, Willow." "What?! How can you say that?" "I did something...I don't know...to Angel...and when I found out....I wished Xander...I wished...something like this would happen...." "Buffy, you can't blame yourself. You'll get Xander back. You always do. I don't know about Angel, though. He's acting really weird, even being a vampire. Maybe...maybe the alignment is messing with his head, making him act weird. We should go talk to Giles. He might be able to help us find out something, plan the rescue." "Willow...if that's true....you don't think Angel might....you don't think I'd have to fight him...do you?" "We should talk to--*" "Do you?" "I-I don't know." "You're right. Let's go see Giles." Buffy and Willow went to find Giles. It wasn't too hard to figure out that if the alignment was affecting Angel, he would most likely team up with Spike and Drusilla, assuming they were alive. After all, Buffy never actually killed them. She just left them to burn. By sundown, Giles had located Spike's lair...at least within a two block radius, thanks to Willow helping him go over police reports and areas of several recent missing persons. Giles agreed that even though Buffy needed to stay indoors and they were mad at Xander, they couldn't leave him to this fate. With some luck, they'd have Xander back before the alignment, so Buffy could get home in time to be safe. Stay tuned for part 6... P.S. You can e-mail comments about any of my stories to Maddhatcat@aol.com. It is the one I have set aside for your feedback. All of my stories will be written under the name, The Chesire Cat. Enjoy!