Disclaimer and such: See Previous Chapters. Category: Alternate Universe. Pairing: Angelus/Buffy Feedback: --Will Write For Feedback!!-- Remember, and this is for myself and my fellow fabulous fanfic writers, we do not get any sort of compensation for our hard work, planning and effort put into these stories. Feedback is important to us so please take time to feed the feedbacks! Dedicated to my favorite fanfic authors: MargotLeFaye, Ducks, Lela Rose, Britanyca, Kim, Indie, Tango,Yahtzee and Baby Blues. Dedication2: To the WONDERFUL, FABULOUS Feeders I have had for this story! THANK YOU! I adore ALL the comments, questions, suggestions and observations! Note: Extra Warning: Once again, brace yourselves. Warning: Story in general has some very dark themes, please do not read if you offended by non-consensual situations. Rating: Overall NC-17 ----------------------- INSANE NEED ----------------------- ------------------ Chapter 20 ----------------- They kissed. The pain, fear, need and insanity they had experienced in these last months seeped into this kiss and was tangibly replaced by what had been just under the surface the entire time, mutual love. This wasn’t going to be easy between them, as they pulled apart and looked into each others eyes they both understood that. What had happened between them was primal, visceral but those over powering instincts, the instinct to possess your mate completely whether she was ready or not, it was not of this time. Today’s social standards forbade it, branded it criminal. Buffy understood now, Angelus had claimed her as his, in the most primitive, instinctual way a man could. He took possession of her, he marked her as his, it was animalistic and not easily forgiven. However, something in her heart understood completely now, this wasn’t a case of power over a woman, it wasn’t a case of violence and hatred towards the female gender, it wasn’t even a case of selfish wants, this was and has always been since the moment they lay eyes on each other a mating ritual. The lion and his lioness. Angelus was a creature of unrestrained passion and she was his true passion. She watched him as he placed his body next to hers on the bed, she saw the love in his eyes, she saw that he worshipped her and she knew beyond doubt that his ultimate sacrifice would be to give her up. There was no question in her mind, had he walked out that door, she would never have seen him again, he would lose what he held most dear for her happiness. What she suddenly understood with perfect clarity in that moment was that she would lose a part of herself if she had let him walk out that door. He had claimed her, yes that was true but now it was her turn to claim him. She melded into him, her head on his chest, his arms around her, she grasped his shirt with what little strength she had and whispered, "You’re mine." "Only yours, forever…. That’s the whole point." They held each other and slept, securely tucked in each other’s embrace. A peace had enveloped them that neither had ever known before. They both understood that they would have to pass the grief of losing their child, the trauma which Buffy had suffered, the insanity that had overtaken Angelus but somehow they knew, they knew they would get through it all and survive, together. ----------------- "Angelus?" called out Buffy as she entered his study. "Baby, what are you doing out of bed? It’s late, I thought you were sleeping," said Angelus as he rose from his desk and went over to her, moving her to the couch to sit down with him. "Woke up, bed felt empty. What are you doing in here at 2am?" asked Buffy. "You shouldn’t be up and about so much Buffy, you still need to heal." "Oh I am fine Angelus, it’s been five weeks. You treat me like a china doll. Now what has you up so late working?" Angelus breathed out, unsure as to whether or not to tell her but soon decided it was best to not keep things from her, "It’s about your father and his company." "What about him?" asked Buffy now more curious then ever. "When you were missing, I became very angry with your father for not being of more help and for letting you escape the house. I know it was irrational of me but I was very irrational during that time." Buffy nodded her head, listening and urging him to continue. "I let some things about your father’s business practices slip out to the state attorney general and I froze most of his bank accounts under the guise that we needed to do an internal bank investigation due to some irregularities detected. Then William planned a raid of HS Shipping." Buffy gasped, "You took his company away?" "No, when---- when I brought you home, I calmed regarding your father. We unfroze his accounts and he was able to access his operating capital but apparently a significant amount of damage was already done. William and I planned a raid of his competition’s company and we managed to get the state attorney general to back off some but another lawyer in the attorney general’ s office managed to uncover a good deal of evidence that linked your father to some state contracts that were assigned without proper bidding procedures, it seems your father bribed some government officials to get those contracts outright. Your father doesn’t know it, but I have had Lindsey and the legal team working on suppressing the evidence uncovered due to improper procurement procedures. However, Hank is sweating it all out, HS shipping is under intense investigation and has lost a fair amount of contracts, his own personal capital has also been affected since the state feels that he may have personally benefited from fraudulently obtained contracts they froze his personal accounts. I am going to be able to make these problems go away for your father but I have not informed him of this yet. I want to make sure that the suppression hearing goes smoothly, it has to do with bank information therefore our lawyers not his are handling it. " "Wow, Angelus. I--- I don’t know what to say or even feel now. He --- What he did. What he said to me." Buffy fiddled with the hem of her short, silk robe, she was confused by her feelings, "But he is still my father. Help him Angelus. I don’t want to see him go to jail." "I will baby." He kissed her forehead and drew her close to his body. "It’s late, I can finish this tomorrow. Let’s go to sleep." Buffy agreed and felt herself picked up and carried to their bed. Angelus helped her off with her robe, took off his own robe, tossing both on a nearby chair and climbed under the covers with her. He moved and captured her in his embrace, entwining his legs with hers and holding her tightly to him. She held onto his arms, "Don’t let go." "Never," whispered Angelus back before they closed their eyes and drifted off. -------------------- "DAMNIT!" "Calm down Lilah," said Darla over the phone line. "How can I calm down! That bastard brought me up on charges before the AMA and is trying to get my license taken away! Not to mention my lawyer told me that he also took it to the DAs office!" "Did you destroy all the evidence of the ultrasound?" "Yes of course I did Darla, but there is still Buffy’s testimony." "And Angelus?" asked Darla. "No, damn lawyer of mine said that since Angelus wasn’t in the room he could not testify that I had actually done the ultrasound." "That’s good Lilah, then all we have to do is take care of that little bitch of a cheerleader." "What the hell are we going to do Darla, it is not like we can walk into Angelus’ fortress and put a bullet through her head," stated Lilah. "Where there is a will, there is a way Lilah. You did this for me, so I’ll find a way to get rid of Mrs. Devlin." -------------------------------- "What are you doing out of the house?" asked Angelus in a very agitated voice over the cell phone. "Oh shush Angelus, Wesley is driving, I am not driving myself. I have some errands to run, since you invited Tara to come and stay with us for a few days I wanted to get her a present, I missed her birthday so I want to get something special." "Hmph. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea of mine," stated Angelus as he leaned forward onto his office desk. "That was the most sweet and special idea of yours Angelus," stated Buffy, "I won’t be out to long. I spoke with Dr. Calendar this morning and she wants me to pop into her office for a quick check up this afternoon, then the present and home OK Mr. Overprotective?" "Fine, but do not overexert yourself. And you know I could have picked up the present, in fact I still can baby." "No, Angelus I want to do it myself, besides I was going a little stir crazy at home all day," responded Buffy." "Alright, I’ll see you at home tonight, I love you." Angelus was about to hang up when he heard her faint voice reply, "I love you too." She hung up and Angelus was left clutching the phone to his chest with this stupid grin on his face. -------------------- Wesley pulled into the New Orleans city limits and headed towards the French quarter, Buffy wanted to go to a shop on Riverwalk that was known for it’s outlandish fashions and buy Tara something she would never in a gazillion years buy for herself. As they drove towards Riverwalk Buffy noticed the turnoff for St. Charles Street. She leaned forward and asked Wesley to take the street. "Where are we going Ma’am?" inquired Wesley. "I want to see my father, go down to the end of the block, it is the ivory house with the stone columned entrance. There that one." Buffy pointed to a particular house and asked Wesley to stop in front of it. She exited the car and leaned over the passenger side window to talk to Wesley, "Why don’t you go grab something to eat Wes, I’ll call you on the cell when I am ready to go." "I would rather wait here Ma’am. Master Angelus would be very cross with me if you were not attended to consistently. "You have to eat Wesley, it’s past lunchtime and I had a big breakfast. I don’ t know how long I’ll be. There is a café just down the block there, you won’ t be far, I’ll call you the moment I want to leave ok?" Wesley thought it over, since the café was just down the block he agreed and told Buffy he would not be far away. Buffy nodded and headed into the house. As she walked past the threshold she noticed boxes everywhere. "Hello?" She called out but there was no answer, she had seen her father’s car in the driveway, what was going on? She continued to walk the house, into the living room, dining room then towards the library, where she found him behind his desk, the room was full of packing material and boxes; and was in a disarray. "Dad?" Hank looked up and saw Buffy enter, "Buffy, what are you doing here?" "I came to see you, what is going on? Are you moving? You love this house." "I had to sell it, I needed the money," stated Hank. "Where are Carol and Cordelia?" asked Buffy. "They left. Carol left me when the money ran out. She moved in with Paul Goddard." Buffy was shocked, "Oh Dad, I am sorry." "I’m going to jail Buffy," said Hank softly as he rose from his seat, walked around his desk and faced Buffy. "Your husband…" "Angelus didn’t do anything to you Dad. You did it to yourself. If there had been nothing for the police to uncover then you wouldn’t be in this mess. But that is not why I came here, I wanted to tell you---" "You wanted to what? Gloat? Was it you that sent Angelus on this destroy Hank mission?!" "No. Dad, Listen---" "Listen to what? To your stupid little mouth?! If you had done what I told you to do NONE of this would have happened! I would still have my company intact, my house, my woman, and you would have the Devlin fortune. You are my daughter, a girl, you are meant to be fucked and to obey, HELL I should have done it myself and taught you from young what obedience was! Now you have ruined me, this is all your fault!" spat out Hank venomously as he drew closer to her, "Do you spread your legs willingly now for that son of a bitch? Huh?" Buffy backed away and turned to run out but Hank grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him. "Running away again?!" Hank hit her violently, knocking her to the floor, splitting her lip and causing an instant bruise on her cheek. He straddled her, slapped her across the face and held her arms down. "Dad!! Please, stop!" ----------------------------- Angelus called Buffy’s cell but she didn’t answer, he then tried Wesley’s cell. Wesley answered and told him that Buffy was visiting at her father’s house, and that he was just down the block at a café. Angelus told him to keep an eye out for when Buffy exited then hung up with Wesley. He took his seat and a sudden, panic overtook him. Angelus grabbed his keys and tore out of his office. ----------------------------- "Stop? You do not deserve mercy Buffy. You ruined your family and disgraced me! You should have done as your were TOLD! Now what is left? What?! Everything is gone, all because of you. I should have beat you within an inch of your life and locked you in your room until you were ready to do your duty! It wasn’t such a hard duty Buffy," Hank ripped open her dress, exposing her bra and panties. All he wanted from you was sex, Hank touched her breasts and Buffy used her now free hand to hit Hank, she scratched at his face, drawing blood from three deep gashes she inflicted on him. "You DAMN BITCH!" Hank punched her in the side, winding her, he grabbed a plastic bag which was nearby on the floor and pulled it over her head, cinching it vice tight around her neck and holding it there. He was beyond enraged, he was driven by anger and hate towards his daughter. He wanted her dead, he wanted to see the life leave her as his life was leaving him. She had done this to him, she had to pay. Buffy flailed her arms, trying to rip the plastic, scratching at his hands, but he was to strong, to strong. She couldn’t breathe, oh God he was killing her. Her father was over her squeezing the life out of her and she was helpless. She desperately tried to free herself, Hank banged her head against the floor, holding the plastic even tighter. Angelus saw what Hank was doing from the hall as he searched the house for Buffy, he charged Hank, sending him flying off of his wife. He turned back and quickly removed the plastic from Buffy’s head before Hank hit him with a small statue. Angelus turned back knocking the statue out of Hank’s hands and exchanged blows with his wife’s father. The fight was heated, they each wanted to inflict as much damage as possible with each blow. Hank was no match for Angelus and his fury, Angelus grabbed Hank and tossed him through the French doors of the library. Hank fell through them and down onto the back stone steps leading to the garden, his neck breaking upon impact. Angelus returned to Buffy, she was not breathing. The fear that coursed through his veins at that moment was palpable. He moved her hair off of her face, tilted her head back and started mouth to mouth resuscitation. Wesley ran in to find Angelus trying to save his wife, he quickly grabbed his phone and called for an ambulance. As Wesley watched Angelus desperately try to save Buffy, his heart sank since all he could see was the prayer of a desperate man over the lifeless body of the woman he loved. The End.
	Disclaimer and such: See Previous Chapters. Category: Alternate Universe. Pairing: Angelus/Buffy Feedback: --Will Write For Feedback!!-- Remember, and this is for myself and my fellow fabulous fanfic writers, we do not get any sort of compensation for our hard work, planning and effort put into these stories. Feedback is important to us so please take time to feed the feedbacks! Dedicated to my favorite fanfic authors: MargotLeFaye, Ducks, Lela Rose, Britanyca, Kim, Indie, Tango,Yahtzee and Baby Blues. Dedication2: To the WONDERFUL, FABULOUS Feeders I have had for this story! THANK YOU! I adore ALL the comments, questions, suggestions and observations! Note: You didn't really think I would leave you all hanging did you? (Smooches) Warning: Story in general has some very dark themes, please do not read if you offended by non-consensual situations. Rating: Overall NC-17 ----------------------- INSANE NEED ----------------------- Angelus woke up as the sun peeked into the bedroom through the blinds. His heart was heavy with emotion today. He found it difficult to move his body, it had been three years, three years today. He remembered Lilah’s fifteen year jail sentencing, he remembered the news of Darla’s death due to a drug overdose. He thought to himself, as he had so many other times in the last three years, if he could go back, back in time what would he change, would he change the way anything had happened and how. He thought about her but when didn’t he think about her, she was always there, in his heart, his mind, never to far away at any given moment in the day. He looked up from his empty bed towards the ceiling, ‘My love, I miss you so much. I need you here by my side." Emerging from the bathroom she said, "You always need me and I like it that way." Angelus stood and went to her, "I have to know. It is three years today from the day of our arrangement, are you going to divorce me?" Buffy smiled mischievously at him and responded, "I don’t know, do I get to keep Mr. Gordo in the divorce settlement?" "Absolutely not," stated Angelus, "The pig is mine." Buffy chuckled and took his hand placing it on her swollen stomach, "Then I think you are stuck with me, with both of us." Angelus leaned down and kissed her intensely, taking her into his arms and maneuvering her back to the bed. She asked, "How is it that you can find a five month pregnant woman sexy?" "Five, six, nine, what does it matter, you are mine and you are my siren." He kissed her mouth, her neck, moved his hands under her nightie and eased her on top of him as he sat on the bed. Within moments they were joined together as they should be. She cradled him within her, rocking back and forth with desire and love. He only felt whole when with her, she was his soul mate and through some miracle of fate they found each other, of this he was certain. They made rapturous love for most of the morning and found it difficult to separate once they knew they had to get their days started. ---------------------- "Wesley tells me you are going up to the attic today?" asked Angelus as he put on his jacket. "Yup, I want to rummage through the antiques up there. I remember noticing a cradle there once, and I want to see if I can use it now." "You don’t have to go up there for a cradle sweetheart, just order one." "I like the idea of using a cradle that was once used in this house, it has character, better then this shinny new things we keep getting for the baby," said Buffy. "Alright, but no heavy lifting. If you want anything then let Wesley pick it up," Angelus kissed her tenderly, "And don’t forget---" "The vitamins, I know. Oh what time are you coming home with William and Tara? I want to show Tara some pictures of dresses for the wedding." "Around six and," Angelus tried to suppress a laugh, "I think Tara finally convinced Will to stop playing chess with you, they are bringing over monopoly. And sweetheart, if you want William and Tara to have a pleasant honeymoon, let him win at least once ok?" "Man you take all the fun outta teasing that guy!" laughed Buffy as she leaned into her husband and nibbled on his lip. Angelus snickered and nodded his head, "I’ll call you later baby, remember nothing heavy!" He kissed her and headed out. "Yes Oh Master." Buffy smiled and headed up to the attic with Wesley not far behind, before to long they spotted a gorgeous antique cradle with hand-carved rose vines. Buffy asked Wesley to take it downstairs and clean it up, she stayed a little bit longer poking around. Wesley told her if she wasn’ t down soon he would send Marie up to track her down. Buffy nodded and watched Wesley leave. She proceeded to look through the things and found some old toys, including a rocking horse, and a pretty silver vanity set she decided to take down and use. Buffy sat on a stool and opened up an old steamer trunk. She found a good deal of old papers, letters and books. One in particular caught her attention, an old journal, she picked it up and started to read. It was from 1866 and written in very elegant script, it seemed to be in letter form…. My Darling Baby Sister, It is with a heavy heart that I write this to you. Heavy heart? No it is more then that, words seem so inadequate to describe the feelings I have now. You are to young my dear little one to know of these sordid tales now but I am writing them here in this journal so that someday you may know and remember our beloved brother and the great love he shared with the one he called Sunshine. As the war ended, our brother had taken a fancy to this town of New Orleans. After having written to father of the financial prospects, he agreed to allow us time to make our mark in this town and would follow us down with you and mother once business was settled in New York. We proceeded to invest in this town and our brother bought himself this plantation which I live in now. His regiment captain had once stayed in this lovely home and saved it from destruction during our pass through Louisiana. He was very happy and content to bring the plantation back to crop growing and invest with me in several business ventures in town. We did very well in lumber and we were dabbling in shipping and transport. It was during one of our town horseback rides that our brother first lain eyes on his Sunshine. She had been purchasing food items at the local market place, our brother stared at her a good long while, I thought he had gone catatonic on me for a bit. He had said to me that he had never in all his days seen such a beautiful creature. And that she was my dear sister, our brother’s Sunshine was indeed a stunningly lovely woman. Her hair was spun gold and her skin had the radiance of a ray of Sun, this is why our brother always referred to her as his Sunshine. Somehow he managed the courage to approached her that very afternoon. She rebuffed him after noticing he was a Northerner. Our brother’s Sunshine was an authentic Southern Belle. Her family had fallen on hard times after the war and moved to New Orleans from one of the outlying plantations; or so I managed to gather from a local merchant while our brother was trying to extract her name from her lips. Unsuccessful in his attempts he finally resorted to addressing her as Sunshine. It took many, many weeks, our brother faithfully arrived at the market place twice a week, as was her custom, and assisted her in her purchasing. He courted her right there in that market place, until she relented and admitted that there was interest in possibly allowing him to attend to her socially. After she had decided to allow our brother to call on her, she informed her father and he forbade it. Our brother attempted to call upon her at her home and her father threw him from the house on his ear, not allowing Northern scum, as he put it, to trespass on his property or with his daughter. Our brother was told that Sunshine was very sad about this turn of events and he, being the resourceful scoundrel he was, managed to see Sunshine again. He went about courting her in a rather unusual manner, of course he continued his market place visits but he also saw her at church, he sent her notes through her friends, he disguised himself in lesser garb so that he may walk by her house unnoticed and he bribed a nurse to tell her mother that she was assisting at the local hospital when in fact he had arranged these meetings between them. Our brother loved her, loved her more then I can explain to you, and she loved him. Sunshine would risk much to see our brother, she would escape her home at night for a few moments with him, she found ways to respond to his letters of love and she always, without fail would leave him a flower on her church pew. Soon there came a time when her father left New Orleans on a trip, it was during these few weeks that our brother and Sunshine new their greatest happiness. They were able to walk together during the day, stroll by the riverside, he brought her to the plantation and was so proud of showing her how he had the craftsmen add Sun designs throughout the house, to represent how she was in every corner of his soul. It was at the plantation that our brother proposed marriage to his Sunshine. She accepted but told him that she had to go back to her family and inform them, she told him that even if they did not accept the fact that she was marrying him she would escape them and come back to him always. Our brother did not want Sunshine to return to her family but she had been insistent, she had promised to return no matter what happened. And so he took her back to New Orleans and she returned to her home awaiting her father’s return. Our brother waited one full day after her father returned before seeking her out again. He went to her home but she was not there, he went to the market place, to the church, to the hospital, everywhere he could think to find her, she was not to be found. He saw her mother, who just cried and ran from him, then he sought out and cornered her father, who attacked him, spat at him and sent him to hell before he would see his daughter again. Our brother went mad, he tore the town apart searching for her, I tried to keep him calm but I could not so I joined him in his search. We spoke to everyone, we looked everywhere, we feared that her father had sent her from town in the dead of night. Our brother swore, he swore at himself, berated himself vehemently, he kept saying he should have kept her, he should have just taken her and married her! He should have never let her from his arms, it was his fault, he should have forced her to stay with him, married her, placed a child in her, so that her father would have no reason, no rhyme to take her from him. Madness, insane need invaded his mind, every corner of his soul. Two days, passed, three, four, he had not slept, not eaten. He went out again in the dead of night, I followed with him. We wound up in the dangerous side of town, he thought that perhaps her father had hired one of those men to take her away and he could find out who. He found a man her father had hired alright, but he was not hired to take her to another town, no he was hired to rape and murder her and throw her body into the bayou. The man was drunk and he told us the entire sordid tale, her father had stormed from the house after hitting her repeatedly, calling her a Northerner’s whore, a disgrace to her family, to him. He came upon this man, this wretched soul in the streets and told him he had a job for him. He paid the man to go to his home and teach his daughter that she would be better off lying with good Southern scum as himself rather then Northern devils. The father took him to the house and let him loose on Sunshine. He sat there, drink in his hand telling us, *US* how he raped and defiled that poor girl. I was surprised that our brother sat so still and calmly during the tale, I wanted to leap at him and tear his throat out before he uttered another word. But not him, he did not move a muscle, he listened as this vile man told the tale. The scum told us that after the rape, Sunshine tried to leave the house but her father caught her and whipped her with his belt, he hit her well over a hundred times. The man laughed as he described how what was left of her clothes fell away from her back, and how blood stained the floor infuriating the father further because he yelled about having to clean up after her. The man then described how the father told him to take the girl and be rid of her. He said that he used the father’s carriage and rode up to the western bayou off of river road. He raped her again then threw her in the murky waters. At that moment our brother drew his pistol and shot that man. I drew mine as well and dared any of the other men to approach us. We both took to our horses and rode off. I followed our brother, who rode with the speed of a demon, he rode in the dead of night, I had trouble maintaining him in sight for sometime and was not aware of what direction we were headed in. Until finally we arrived at the bayou. He dismounted and screamed her name. I was shocked, he thought her alive. How could he know that this was the spot that bastard had brought her to. I dismounted and tried to approach him but he would not allow me to close, he removed his jacket and pistol holder. He ran towards the water, screaming her name. I tried to stop him sister, I did but he plunged into the muck headlong. I thought he had died in that instance, I heard the crocs scampering nearby and pulled my pistol. If it had not been for the faint moonlight I would not have seen anything but soon, he rose from the dark waters, he rose and he was not alone. He made his way to shore and pulled with him her body. I stood there in complete shock. He had found her. He had reclaimed his love from the depth of those murky waters and dredge up her body. She was intact, the crocs had not taken a bite, through the abuse, bruises and blood you could still tell, you could tell how beautiful she was. He lied down with her on the grass and held her, wiping her face and pulling her into his body. I sat down nearby, pistol drawn against the crocs and gave them some time, gave our brother some time to grieve. I do not know how long it was, my eyes must have closed but when I opened them again, they were gone, they were both gone, into the depth of the bayou. Dear sister, our brother died that night, of that I am certain. He died entwined with his beloved Sunshine. Remember this tale, remember our brother and his Sunshine. Teach it to your children, show them that love is always worth fighting for. Your Devoted Brother, William Buffy sat there, tears streaming down her cheeks. She turned the page and somehow was not shocked to see a picture, a picture of Sunshine and her love, a picture of her and Angelus. -------------------- Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. --------------------- *********************************************************************** It has been a HELL of a ride indeed. I Thank you ALL SO much for your support and for sharing with me YOUR enjoyment of this story. Here is to hoping that Buffy and Angelus get it right this time around! Anjel PS- PLEASE DO SEND FEEDBACK ON THIS LAST PART. I would really love to know what you all thought!
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