"Are you really not worried?"
Spike put out his cigarette. "About what?"
"Angelus and the girl."
He shrugged, taking a seat. "Not at the moment, no. This is Angel," he drawled out. "He's not going to rush into anything, ruining the plan. He'll just do enough to make it work," he said with a smile.
"How do you figure that?"
"Being around the bit makes him human enough, lowers his defenses. And that's when we get him. He will be weak enough to grab but once out of her reach, he will be back to the vampire we need."
"And we can still get everything we need from him."
"Exactly," he said with a smile.
Angel's hands moved on their own accord, holding her tighter, slipping his warming hands under her shirt, feeling the sooth skin underneath. He lifted her back into his arms, smiled against her mouth as her legs wrapped around him.
Buffy's hands moved through his hair, against his neck. It made him dizzy.
Walking them over to her small twin bed, Angel lowered her down onto the yellow and orange comforter, then followed down with her. His body blanketed the small teenager's, his mouth never straying from hers.
After being informed of the situation, Spike smiled. "I believe it's showtime," he sang aloud. "Dru, call Holland. Let him know it's about to go down."
Spike watched as his lover's face lit up. She clapped her hands together, jumped up, dancing over to him and kissing him.
Spike lingered for a moment before pulling away. "Make the call, I'll be back soon."
Spike stood in the yard of the dorms, looking from one side to the other. "Are you sure he came here alone?"
"Yes," one of his demons spoke up.
"Are you ready for us to go inside?"
Spike pulled out another cigarette. "Not just yet," he said, his eyes looking up at the windows and brick walls. "Give it a few more minutes. I want to make sure." Spike took a few puffs before turning to his group of minions. "I only want the ponce, not the girl," he reminded them. "Do what you must with her, but do not take the girl and do not kill her."
A few minutes passed. Spike looked at his watch then back at the group.
"Time to play," he told them.
Vampire's needed an invite. Other demons did not.
Angel never even heard them coming. Didn't sense or smell them.
Angel was caught up in the girl in his arms, the entire world fell away around him. Somewhere along the way, a few items of clothing had been discarded, but he knew he would not take that big step, not tonight. That didn't mean he didn't want to. And it didn't mean he was going to pass up the opportunity just to kiss her, feel her either.
He felt his body coming alive, in more ways than one, the more he was around her, the more he touched her, the more she touched him.
And then, the door was kicked in. Scaly hands and arms began to grab him, pulling him off the blonde. He went into a panic worrying about her and began to try fighting them off. Most of his demonic strength was gone due to the presence of her but he still had some and he was still quite a strong male as it were. But it wasn't enough. Not after two snuck needles into his arms, drugging him.
The last thing he heard was Buffy screaming. And then the world went black.
When he woke, it all started slowly coming back to him. His eyes opened, with great pain, and he began yanking on his arms.
He was chained in a warehouse. He continued to pull at the restraints.
"It's no use, you know," came a familiar voice. A few moments later, he saw the face to match.
"Spike," he ground out.
"Angelus," he got in return. Spike smiled as he said it, his head tilting slightly forward at him.
Angel went to speak but was cut off by another voice.
"Is he really here?" Drusilla's soft voice carried through.
"Yes, pet," Spike told her. "Come closer. See our dear ol' pal for a moment, hmm?"
"Angelus!" Dru said happily, bending to kiss his cheek. "I have missed you, my daddy."
Angel growled. "Where's Buffy? What did you do with her?"
Spike whispered something in Dru's ear and watched her scamper away. "Your bit is fine, for now. I don't have her, mind you. That was someone's else's two cents thrown in on the deal."
"What are you doing?"
"Making my girl well," he told him. "You're the only one who can."
"What do you mean, you lost her?"
Lindsey sighed, he ran a hand down his face, looking around. "I don't know, man. I'm heading up to grab her when I see her bolting out of the building like a bat out of hell. I do my best to follow her... but I lost her..."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"Hey," he said, defensive. "I'm a goddamn lawyer. That's it. I don't do field work."
Buffy woke up screaming. She was then knocked back out. Until she woke again. Screaming.
"Oh, would you stop?!" a woman's voice said. Buffy opened her eyes to look at her. The woman looked annoyed.
"Who... who are you?"
The woman tilted her head. "I'm Lilah Morgan."
"What do you wa...want with me?"
A man came into view. "We want you to re-release Angelus," he told her.
"Who..who is An...Angelus?" she asked.
"Angel," he told her, taking a seat. "Only the darker version of the city's big hero. The demon inside of him, begging to be let back out, to control the show. The monster he used to be before those damn gypsies got to him."
Buffy swallowed, looking around. "I... I don't und...understand."
Holland smiled at her. "You're more important than you realize, Elizabeth."
Angel fell to the ground, weak. Spike had about drained him up with their little ritual to restore Drusilla's health.
He could hear the two of them celebrating in the background.
Angel's eyes looked around the new room he was in, trying to find something, anything, to use as a weapon. He didn't have much faith in himself at the moment anyway, weapon or not.
"Are you sure you've gotten enough?"
"I am sure, my love," Dru replied. "Remember, we still need him alive anyway."
Spike sighed. "I know. Pity. Always wanted to kill the prick."
"Where are you taking me?" Angel asked after being stuffed in Spike's car and they began to somewhere new.
"To see your love," Dru said, turning backwards in the front seat to look at him.
"You said you didn't have her."
Spike smiled back at him. "And we don't. Someone else does."
"Who?" he demanded.
"Holland Manners, and those over at Wolfram and Hart. I believe you have some history with the evil firm."
Angel growled. That he did. "What the hell do they want with Buffy?"
"The same thing they have since she was born. They want her power, and then they want to kill her, and bring back Angelus in the process."
Buffy flinched as numerous people and demons poked at her, said things she couldn't understand, stole her blood and other bodily fluids. They asked her questions, most she didn't understand.
"What are you doing?" she asked, not for the first time. Her eyes were brimmed with tears.
"Trying to understand you," she was told. "How you tick, how you work."