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purely for my own amusement.  This story contains male/female consensual
and nonconsensual sex with a bondage sex scene.  If you are offended by
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Looking Back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd say good-bye
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Buffy was walking quietly in the dark park of Sunnydale hunting vampires.
She found one, and with her usual efficient moves, killed him.  She felt
another vampire near and turned to face her worst nightmare: Angelus.  He
stood against a tree looking at her with his dark and brooding eyes.

She was beautiful, and he stared at her... her flowing golden hair, and her
wide expressive eyes.  Her mouth opened and made a little "oh", and then a
blinding smile lit her face.  His first impulse was to kill her and drain
her right there, but instead, he enveloped her in his arms when she came
willingly into his embrace and met her kiss.

She tasted so good, and felt so good in his arms.  He couldn't get enough
of her kisses.  He held her tightly and dominated her mouth, plunging into
her soft lips and claiming all within as his own.  She submitted to him
totally.  She knew he was a monster, and she loved him anyway, totally and
fully.. and he craved it.  She rubbed up against him like a bitch in heat
wanting further domination, and he was more than willing to oblige...  He
pulled her into the dark thicket and laid her down on the ground and...

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He woke up from his day's slumber and growled.  Another day of dreaming of
HER!  She now captivated his attention awake and asleep, and had developed
into an obsession far beyond anything he had of Druscilla so long ago.  He
couldn't think and he couldn't function.

He rolled over, sat up on the side of the bed, and hung his head...  He
finally faced reality.  He was as much, if not more, in love with Buffy as
his damned soul was.
He wanted to be with her... to make love to her and to possess her
entirely.  He craved the love she had given Angel so freely, with all his
being.  The irony of the situation had not gotten beyond him...  He was a
true demon vampire; in love with the Slayer...

He looked up at the ceiling.  The damn Gypsy curse has really fucked him
up...  Not only had it locked him away in the body of an brooding tortured
soul for the last 80 years, but he was now contaminated with the soul's
feeling and emotions.  Everything Angel had felt, now he felt!  If there
was a hell, the hell taught to the young Irish Catholic boy of so long ago,
this was that hell.

He had lied to Spike and Druscilla easily...  He told them he wanted to
torture her and her Slayerettes, and had done so very well, especially that
damned Watcher... but in fact, he was avoiding killing her... and he just
couldn't hurt her anymore.  He WANTED her!  He faced the fact that he
couldn't harm the others, either, for to do so would harm her.  Damn it, he
was stymied!

His hand smashed the table next to his bed.  He had to do something... but
what?
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And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it would end
The way it would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the Dance

Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the King would fall
Hey, who's to say?
You know, I might have chanced it all
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Buffy entered the dark warehouse and started to look around.  The dust was
thick, and it was obvious that the demonic trio were no longer there.  Time
had passed from when Giles sought to kill Angelus after the death of Jenny
Calendar.  Burnt-out remains of the battle that occurred on that night of
death remained a poor memorial to her.  Buffy looked at the walkway where
she and Angelus fought.  The pain of her loss of Angel was a keen pain in
her soul.

A net dropped on her suddenly, and she found herself bound and helpless
before some vampires she had never seen before.  "Well, what have we got
here?  Slayer meat, or should I say, blood?"  A young, red-haired, male
vampire strode up to her and looked down.  "I don't know why you gave Spike
and Angelus of all people such a problem.  You're easy pickings!"  He
viciously kicked her in the ribs and she felt a few crack.

"Let her go!"  She heard Giles' voice, in the Ripper tone, come from the
doorway.
She glanced up,  and there he stood in the doorway with his crossbow.  The
vampire didn't seem too scared and he kicked her again.  "One bolt,
Watcher, and four of us.  Shoot one and she dies by the others while you
reload."  Giles looked flummoxed.

"Then again, I always like Watcher blood.  Such constant proximity to the
Slayer gives it a tang," he said, as two vampires jumped Giles from behind,
subduing him easily.  Two others entered dragging Xander and Willow.

"Let me introduce myself.  I am the Exterminator.  My team and I get rid of
problems, and when we are lucky, it includes Slayers.  Spike called me in
to get rid of you and your little Slayerettes.  Seems he doesn't want you
using the Gypsy Ensoulment spell on his friend Angelus."  He waved a little
yellow 3.5 diskette.  "Seems the Gypsy wench had found the spell, so
Angelus killed her.  Being an Old One and unused to modern things like
computers, he obviously failed to look for a backup."  He smiled at the
look of raw pain in Buffy's eyes.  "Yes, Slayer.  You were that close to
getting your precious Angel back...  But now Druscilla gets to keep her
sire, and I get your blood!"  He laughed.

Suddenly a dark form dropped out of the skylight.  Two vampires crumbled to
dust, and another fell forward, his neck broken.  Buffy stared up at the
enraged form of Angelus deep into game face as he killed the vampires.
"MINE!" was all he said as he attacked another vampire pair and rendered
them to dust.  Every move was a study in vicious and ferocious destructive
power.  The other vampires ran... they were in no way going to face an
enraged Angelus...  His reputation for massive blood and destruction was
considerable...

"Angelus!  Have you lost your mind?" the Exterminator screamed at him.
"What the hell are you doing?"  He looked around at his destroyed team, now
ashes scattering around his feet.

"The Slayer is MINE!" Angelus snarled and attacked the Exterminator.  He
was deeper into gameface than Buffy had ever seen him.  He didn't even look
remotely human.  He easily overpowered the Exterminator and snapped his
neck.  The then reached behind him pulled out a stake and dusted him.  The
raw power rolled off him.  Buffy realized she had never truly faced Angelus
before.  *This* was Angelus, the most vicious and destructive vampire in
recorded history!

Angelus looked back at the Slayerettes, and saw that the rest of the
vampires were gone.  Angelus' reputation for bloodlust in battle had been
borne out, and the rest wanted nothing to do with the reality of the
legend.  He smiled an evil grin.

He walked over to Willow and bent down to her and lifted her up until he
was whispering in her ear.  "Wait 5 minutes, and then release the others.
Do it before the five minutes are up, and I will kill them all, especially
Xander, in a uniquely gruesome fashion that will make what I did to the
Calendar bitch look like child's play!"  He reached behind her and loosened
her bonds, but to the others she still appeared tied.

Angelus strolled over to Buffy, and hunkered down next to her.  "YOU'RE
MINE.  My spoil of war.  You're MINE!"  He lifted her into his arms and
jumped straight up onto the catwalk, and disappeared into the night.

Giles and Xander were frantic to release themselves not knowing Willow was
already released.  She was counting to herself to pass the five minutes.
When she thought five minutes had passed she freed herself of the bonds and
then released the others.

Angelus and Buffy were long gone

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Angelus carried her softly and gently, and she was confused.  Why didn't he
just kill her?  Why cart her away like some prize?  What did he want, a
midnight snack?  Why did he fight the Exterminator for them, and then leave
the others?

When he had first arrived, she thought maybe Angel's soul had returned.
But no, his fighting was cruel and vicious and left no doubt it was Angelus
who controlled the body.  Her hopes were dashed and tears filled her eyes
as she realized she was totally at Angelus' mercy... of which he obviously
had none.

Her thoughts were interrupted when they entered into an unknown darkened
apartment.  She realized this was Angelus' new lair.  He had moved from
Angel's old apartment after the change.  This new apartment was again
decorated with the dark tones, without the scattered bright touches of
humanity she came to know as Angel... but still there were pieces that
could fit Angel here.

"What do you want from me?" she asked him as he dropped her on the wide
double bed.  It was unmade, and smelled of him.

"I want you," he said simply.  It explained everything and nothing.  He
looked at her shirt and grinned his boyish grin, and then, reaching forward
quickly, he ripped it off of her.  She lay on his bed in her bra and
shorts, tied tightly, scraps of shirt clinging to the bonds.  "I want
you... and you're MINE!" he growled low in his throat as he pulled her up
into the center of the bed.  He reached next to the bed, pulled up some
strong rope and tied her leg to the bedpost, and repeated it with the other
leg.  She didn't want to think why he had the rope there, ready.  She lay
spread-eagled, and felt completely helpless.

He laid down next to her and stroked her hair.  "You are so beautiful.  You
smell so GOOD!"  He ran his hands possessively over her body.  She was
repulsed by the fact this was Angelus, not her Angel, but her body betrayed
her.. arching into his touch.  No matter who controlled the body, the body
was Angel's.  His hands, his mouth his...

He smiled.  She knew he was Angelus, and still she responded to him!  He
grabbed another length of rope and tied her wrist to the bedpost and then
quicker than she could move, he dropped her bonds and repeated them to the
other wrist so she was spread-eagled with each limb tied to the
corresponding post.  She felt humiliated and had a dawning fear what
exactly was on Angelus' mind...

He looked down on her and all he wanted to do was possess her entirely.  In
the old days; that meant raping her and then draining her as she
orgasmed... but that didn't feel right to do with her...  He wanted her...
He wanted to hear her scream his name in pleasure...  He WANTED her!

Buffy looked up into his eyes with fear, and was met with dark desire
flaming in his... and was confused.  Angelus desired her?  How could her
desire her?  He hated her!

He reached over to the bedside table and picked up a long sharp knife.
With a quick motion, too fast for her to follow, he cut her bra and then
her shorts off of her, allowing the knife to skim her skin.  She caught her
breath and looked into his eyes...  Instead of the expected hate and
disgust she saw increased desire and passion?

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Giles bent over and picked up the diskette from the pile of dust on the
floor.  He looked at it.  Angelus had killed Jenny over what was on this
disc.  Now her death made perfect sense.  Even when they had rejected her
and shut her out, she had sought, and apparently found, the spell to
re-ensoul Angel.  He had apparently found out about it, and therefore
killed her.  That explained the destruction of the computer at the school.

Now, would he use the last act of Jenny's life to give Angelus back his
soul and his love when he had taken hers?  Giles sighed...  Yes, he
would... not for Angelus or even Angel, but for Buffy.  Angelus had Buffy,
and to save her, if she was still alive, he had to return Angel's soul.
That was the only way he could see to save her life and probably her
sanity.  He set to work.
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Angelus lay down next to Buffy and stroked her naked flesh.  His cold hands
reminded her of that night they made love after they fought the judge.  She
shivered, not from disgust, but from desire.  Yes, this was Angelus, the
demon who inhabited the body of Angel, the man she loved.  Although she
tried, she still couldn't completely separate them.  It was still Angel's
hand stroking her flesh and his lips kissing her.  She moaned.

He smiled.  This was what he wanted, her responding to HIM!  He wasn't
foolish enough to think he could control her, untied, for one minute.  She
was probably the greatest Slayer in history, and he had fought many and
killed quite a few.  But, he could easily make her forget her physical
bonds for the pleasure.

He bent down and he took a nipple in his mouth and he worried it with his
teeth and tongue until it became a hard little grape in his mouth.  She was
moaning, thrusting her breast into his face.  "Oh, please!" was all she
said as her world exploded into pleasure.

He stroked the other breast, while sucking and nibbling on the other.  His
hand strayed down and stroked her abdomen, and played with the blonde curls
while teasingly stroking her lips, playing with the soft hairs.  He softly
played with the inner lips and teasingly inserted his finger just inside
her wet, moist opening.  He kissed her deeply and commandingly, and she
surrendered to his touch and domination.  She didn't understand why he
wasn't killing her, but right now... she didn't care!

"You smell so GOOD!" he mumbled as he kissed his way down her abdomen, and
then his lips found her pubic hair and he took some into his mouth and
pulled slightly.  She moaned and thrust her crotch into his face seeking
more attention, more lips... tongue!  He growled low and then sank his face
into her pussy, feeling the moistness and the heat.  She moaned with
pleasure and thrust hard into his face.  He licked and sucked and was
rewarded with an increase of juices.  He buried his face in her folds and
took in her musky scent.  He noticed that there was no scent there but
hers...  She had been faithful to him!  He smiled and ran his tongue over
her outer lips, gently, teasingly.  She gasped and moaned, wiggling and
thrusting.

Angelus plunged his tongue deep into her and ran his tongue over the ridges
inside of her vagina, noticing how tight she was.  He slid his finger into
her tight ,hot, moist cavern.  His ran into a slight stricture.  Their one
night had not been enough to thoroughly break away her hymen, or it had
reformed.  She was a virgin for Angelus too!  He growled in pleasure,
causing ripples of vibration to run through her clit causing her to gasp.
The fact she had obviously not had another lover after Angel caused him
great pleasure, a fact he really didn't want to look at too closely right
now...

Buffy relaxed into the pleasure and the feeling of Angelus' hands on her
and his mouth on her most private parts.  He was apparently very
comfortable in doing this for long periods, and she had peak after peak of
pleasure.  Even Angel hadn't done that!  They hadn't had time.  She craved
to feel him inside of her and wanted to feel him totally.  She wanted him
and she wanted him badly!

Angelus shrugged out of his clothes without breaking contact between his
mouth and tongue and her moist and throbbing pussy.  When he was nude, he
dragged his cold body up her length until he was lying full length.  With
slow luxurious movements, with his erection pressing into her thigh, he
kissed her mouth deeply.  She tasted her juices on his mouth and it aroused
her more.  He thrust hard against her thigh and grabbed a breast roughly,
kneading it as he kissed her...  She responded with a thrust and a low moan.

"What do you want?" he asked darkly, pulling away slowly.  She cried out as
the room's cool air hit her flesh.

"I want you!"  She moaned and squirmed trying to get loose to get her hands
on what she wanted.

"Who do you want?" he growled in her ear as he ran his fingers along her
pubic hair to dip into her honey pot and take a test of her moistness, and
then run the finger across her clit as she jumped and moaned.  He brought
the dripping finger to his lips and slowly licked the juices off at her eye
level.  She nearly gasped and came right then.

"I want *you* inside of me now!" she growled at him in response.  He smiled
and then positioned himself over her, the head of his dick just touching
her outer lips...  She tried to thrust him inside, but he thwarted her
efforts and just dragged his cock across the opening and then teased the
clit with soft gentle jabs.

She looked up into his eyes and saw love and passion for her.  He lowered
his head until his mouth was just at ear level and ran his hands
possessively over her.  His mouth strayed to her neck.  Then she heard him
say something in so softly, in Angel's voice, she barely heard it:  "Oh
God, don't let him hurt her!"  It was almost a prayer.

She realized with a shock that while the demon had been locked away inside
Angel, when he had his soul, the now reversed Angel was now locked away
inside the demon!

She was torn.  If she responded to the demon, she betrayed Angel.  If she
angered the demon she would die at Angelus' hand... and she wanted him
inside of her no matter which one he was.

"I... love... you... Angel... -us!" she moaned in a stuttering breath.
Angelus heard her claim her love for him... while Angel heard her claim of
love for him and the deception of the demon, and accepted it.  Angelus
drove himself home, sheathing himself deep inside her velvety tunnel.  She
cried out in pleasure and pain as she tore again, and thrust against him.
"You're MINE!" Angelus repeated in her ear, and he thrust hard and rocked
her world.

With a final pull at her wrist, Buffy broke the ropes tying her wrists and
she reached up and grabbed Angelus tight in her grip.  Her hands grabbed
his butt and pulled him deeper into her and she arched back as she peaked
in her pleasure.  She scraped her nails down his back and then dug them in
as she built again to pleasure to the point of pain.  Angelus realized with
a shock that she was free of the bonds, and fear laced through him, until
he realized her thoughts were of her pleasure and not his death.  She had
grabbed him hard and directed him into further sexual exertions which he
obliged willingly.  The Slayer was free, and was willingly staying in his
embrace!

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Giles looked down at the ritual he just completed.  Willow had printed it
out for him.  He had sent her and Xander away.  Now it was a matter of time
to find out if the ritual worked, and if it was too late to save Buffy.
This time there was no escape clause in the ritual: if it worked, it should
be forever...  He dropped to his knees and he prayed.
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Angelus started to come and he doubled his efforts to cause her to join him
in the little death.  She came right before him and she dug her nails into
his back until the blood ran, and she clamped down on him and milked his
orgasm out of him.  He dropped to her chest and lay there spent.  She
stroked him and ran her fingers through his hair.  He felt loved.  For the
first time since he had been created so long ago by Darla as a slave to her
lusts, the demon Angelus felt loved... and he liked it.  "I love you,
Buffy," was all he said, softly into her ear.

She looked at him... he was Angelus!  The demon loved her?  Not Angel?
Oh-my-God?  She looked at him closely.  He still had the hard look of
Angelus.  Then something happened... she saw his eyes glow with an orange
light.  Suddenly he screamed.

He rolled off her and to the side and rolled back and forth.  He grabbed
his abdomen and he curled into a fetal position.  "Buffy!" was all he could
cry, and then he fell unconscious.

Buffy quickly untied herself and then rolled him over.  He was in game face
and his fangs were through his lower lip.  Blood-filled tears streaked his
face and a look of agony was on his face.

"Angel?  Angelus?" she asked, fearing for his very existence.  He was
unmoving and unresponsive.  He was still 'alive':  he hadn't turned to dust...

"Buffy?"  He looked confused.  He looked around and was more confused about
the location.  He looked at her: she was in his arms and nude, but had
marks on her...  "Buffy?"  She silenced him with a kiss.

"Angel!" she kept saying over and over.  "Oh, Angel!"  She hugged him and
kissed him.  He lost himself in her kiss until the memories started to
surface.  He had lost his soul again!  Oh my God!  He had killed, and
tortured all he ever loved!  He closed his eyes and pulled away from Buffy.

Buffy stared at him as he withdrew from her.  She knew he was starting to
remember.  He shook his head and awareness was in his eyes when he opened
them.  He looked at her with such longing and such love, and then a dawning
horror built in his eyes.  "Oh, no!  No, NO, NO!" he cried out and withdrew
from her embrace and curled up into a ball.  "Oh, NO!  JENNY!"
Blood-soaked tears poured down his face.

"Angel?"  Buffy looked at her devastated lover.  She didn't know how she
knew, but Angel was now in control, and he was dealing with the results of
Angelus' actions.  "Angel, listen to me.  It wasn't you.  It was Angelus..
The demon killed those people, and killed Jenny.  If you was you, you would
have never have done it!  I love you Angel.  I need you...  Please, Angel,
DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!" she cried out to him and turned him over.

He looked at her in total disbelief.  "I just raped you Buffy, I threatened
your friends and family, I killed Jenny, and I ruined your relationship
with your mother...  I killed and fed on humans, and I made Teresa a
vampire just to piss you off.  How can you still love me?"  He groaned and
buried his head in the blanket.  Sobs racked his body as she held him.

"I love you, Angel.  I know the actions were those of the demon.  Now I
have you back and right now that is all I care about!"  She stroked his
hair.  She wanted him so badly.  She lifted his face and kissed him long
and deep.  "Do you still love me, Angel?" she asked uncertainly.

"I love you more than life itself"  He sank into her embrace like a
drowning man with a life preserver.

"Then show me!"  She reached down and grabbed his manhood which promptly
came erect with her touch.  "Show me I'm YOURS!"

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Yes, my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the Dance
The Dance
by Tony Arata, sung by Garth Brooks on the album "Garth Brooks"

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