The Decision
Buffy Summers stared quietly at the mansion Angelus was residing in. He was expecting her. Buffy had come to die by Angelus’ hand.
As she stood there her mind went over the curve that fate had thrown her. It was pretty simple. If she agreed to go willingly to Angelus and voluntarily let him turn her than her Watcher, family, and friends would go on. A new Slayer would be called to combat evil, since Buffy would technically be dead.
If Buffy did not willingly submit to Angelus’ proposition, he was going to start the torture and killing of Buffy’ s family and friends, and their family and friends. Every single person he could find that ever meant anything to Buffy or her friends would die.
The torture of her friends were going to include the gruesome gang rapes of Willow, Cordelia, Joyce and Jenny by Angelus’ minions while the men watched helplessly. As an added part of the fun, Giles, Xander and Oz were also going to be gang raped by the minions.
Angelus promised Buffy that she was definitely going to be on hand to watch the fun. Of course, no one but he was going to touch her but him, but after the rapes and tortures were over, Buffy was going to have to watch them die. She was going to be given the option of them dying slowly or finishing them off quickly by her own hands. Therefore their deaths would literally be on and by her hands.
Buffy knew that Angelus could and would follow-up and ensure the destruction of her family and friends if he didn’t get what he wanted-namely her. Only she could stop the horrors to come. And only with her death and her soul.
Buffy remembered how it all started. Buffy, Giles as well as the rest of the gang had been having an evening meeting in the library when suddenly Angelus had appeared. Buffy clearly remembered every detail of that moment.
Standing and smirking, Angelus had outlined his horrific version of what was going to happen to the gang-the rapes, the torture, the agonizing deaths. He spelled it all out. In that beautiful, deep, honey toned voice.
By the time Angelus finished everyone in the room was literally speechless with horror-even Xander. There was nothing to say. With Angelus each person was aware that no matter what they did, this was going to happen. There was no out.
Angelus who was thoroughly enjoying the anguish in the room than dropped his bombshell. If Buffy came to him willingly and let herself be turned, he’d leave the rest of them alone. He even pointed out that a new Slayer would be called which meant that the world would still be protected. Buffy was not going to be much of a Slayer in the future because she was going to be busy trying to stop the slaughter of her family and friends. She wouldn’t have time to fight evil. A new Slayer would.
Angelus than looked at the gang, his eyes stopping on Buffy, and than he said decision time in 24 hours or the torture starts. Chuckling at the silence and horror filling the room, Angelus disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
When Angelus left everyone started frantically speaking. They all agreed there was no way they were going to let Buffy become a vampire to save them.
Buffy and Giles sat silently staring at each other. Buffy saw the horror, concern and resignation in Giles eyes. She knew that the same feelings were mirrored in her own.
Giles knew the utter devastation that Angel was capable of. If it were only his life, he wouldn’t hesitate to lay it down to appease Angelus. But, it wasn’t only his life or even the people he cared about. It was the world’s. Giles knew that if Angelus didn’t have his way, the world itself was in immanent danger.
Giles knew that without Buffy, Angelus was going to go stark raving mad. Apparently, from what Giles observed, Angelus couldn’t handle the intense emotions Buffy inspired in him. As Angel, these intense emotions inspired caring and a desire to help the world.
As the demon Angelus, these feelings inspired a need to destroy, hurt and punish. The exact opposite actions inspired by the same intense emotions. Yet, to his horror, Giles also realized that Angel and Angelus were the same being. Both inspired by the same thing-Buffy Summers.
Although the thought of Angelus touching Buffy sickened him, the thought of Buffy becoming a vampire horrified him and the thought of losing the woman he thought of as a daughter filled him with untold remorse, Giles also knew that Angelus would be distracted by Buffy for eternity.
The most vicious demon ever, would no longer be a threat to the world if he had Buffy at his side. There was just no winning. At least not for Buffy.
After the protests and cries had died down, Buffy had simply stated she knew what she had to do. She kissed them all, begged them to go on with their lives, and explained that without Angel her life was over anyway. She made them all promise that they wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if they met her when she was a vampire.
Jenny promised along with Giles and her friends that they would do everything in their power to find a way to curse Buffy’s soul and Angelus’ as well. Of course, Angelus was never to know this. Giles promised to do his best in explaining the situation to Joyce after everything was over. Using an ancient curse, which involved Buffy’s blood, Jenny cast a spell over Buffy, where she wouldn’t remember that they were going to try to curse her again. this way when she turned, she wouldn’t tell Angelus.
Admist hugs, kisses and promises Buffy left the library. She went home, called her dad and other family members. She than spent her last night alive eating chocolate and watching old movies with her mother.
Now, almost 24 hours later Buffy stood outside Angelus’ mansion. She gathered her courage and fear and walked to the door, ready to submit herself to Angelus’ will.
In the meantime Angelus was in the mansion, stroking the fire in the fireplace. He wondered if Buffy would take the bait and give into his demands. He snarled at the thought of her disobeying and not accepting his generous offer. If she didn’t, he vowed to make good on his promise to destroy.
He’d unleash untold horrors into the world if he didn’t get Buffy as his consort and eternal mate. If he couldn’t turn her, he’d make sure she stayed alive so that she could witness what she alone could have stopped.
Angelus briefly pondered why he was doing this. Must be frustration and hate since demons couldn’t and wouldn’t love. He did know he’d never felt the emotions this little bitch made him feel in his entire existence.
Darla was his sire and as such, Angelus had felt some type of loyalty to her.
Plus she was evil and fun.
Dru had been a challenge and fun to destroy, but more as a hobby than anything else. Once she was turned, he’d pretty much lost interest. He really had no patience in dealing with a pathetic, crazy loon.
But, Buffy Summers. Deep down Angelus knew that throughout eternity, Buffy would have his interest.
Since he had lost his soul for the second time, Angelus had still killed his prey. But, he didn’t rape any. He teased Spike about Dru, but in truth he hadn’t put one hand on her. He hadn’t fucked a soul since his return to Angelus. He was like a damned neuter.
All he wanted to do was fuck, turn and kill his mate, his Slayer. She was going to be punished for causing him so much trouble. Punished one way or the other.
Glancing around the room, making sure everything was ready, Angelus waited.
Buffy took one last look at the sky, breathed the air and than took one last look in the mirror of her compact. She knew when she came out of the mansion, she was no going to be human.
Buffy went up to the front door and knocked.
Inside Angelus heard a knock and smelled his mate. She was here. He still didn’t know her decision, but she was here. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but Angelus was nervous about what Buffy was going to decide. If she didn’t agree to be his mate he’d be at a loss.
Opening the door, Angelus bade Buffy to come in. Going into the main living area Buffy gasped in surprise.
The mansion had been transformed from a cold, austere place to a lush room straight out of a Victorian Novel or an Arabic fantasy.
A huge soft looking bed was in the center of the room. Surrounding it were a dozen red and black satin pillows. Beautiful vanilla scented candles were everywhere, surrounding the bed. On the walls were pictures of nude couples.
One picture in particular caught Buffy’s attention. A beautiful nude blonde woman was sitting at the feet of a gorgeous, nude, fully erect dark headed male. The woman was looking up at him with devotion. The male was looking down at her with a curious mix of lust, longing and an emotion that couldn’t be defined.
The man was serenading the woman. He appeared to be playing a small red violin. The red violin was a splash of color against the otherwise muted tones of the picture. All in all, the effect was stunning and highly erotic.
Buffy realized that Angelus himself had painted this picture And that the man and woman in the picture represented the two of them. Buffy tensed again when she realized she was placed at Angelus feet. This was how he saw her. The only thing that gave her hope, was that the unidentifiable emotion pictured in the man’s eyes just may have been love.
Right, on time Buff.’ Well, what’s it going to be. I can’t wait to start, either killing your friends or having you totally under my control. I’m sure you realize my minions are in place in case you decide to try to stake me."
Buffy just nodded. All of her Slayer instincts were going wild, telling her to fight not to give in. It was draining for her to have to subject herself to anyone must less Angelus. Fate just seemed so unfair.
"Well, Buff, decision time, what’s it to be?"
"All right Angelus. My decision is that I will submit to you. You can turn me. Just leave everyone alone. "
Buffy bowed her head in defeat as she finished speaking. Angelus squashed the sense of exhilaration that rose in him when he realized that Buffy was going to be his for eternity. He had important things to do. The raping and turning of Buffy was going to be the best experience of his existence. He couldn’t wait.
Carefully hiding the glee in his voice Angel replied "you made the right decision. You know what would have happened. Let’s get one thing straight. I’ll explain exactly what we’re going to do. You will submit willingly to my every whim. If you want to protest, curse at me or anything else, I really don’t care. As long as you do what I say. Actually, I kind of enjoy your witty banter. Do you understand?
Again, not saying anything, Buffy just nodded. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything yet. Her emotions were in to much of a turmoil. She was terrified and couldn’t trust herself not to cry. She refused to cry.
Angelus looked at Buffy and chuckled. He knew exactly what she was feeling. He could smell all the emotions. The fact that she was terrified excited him to no end.
"Buffy, go in the other room and put the items I have in there on. No more or less. I want you dressed properly for your initiation."
Buffy slowly walked into the other room. When she got there she noticed only 3 items, a black leather corset, black nylons and high-heeled black shoes. Clothes she’d never wear in life, were going to be the items she wore to her death. Life was really ironic sometimes.
Slowly Buffy took off her clothes and put on the ones Angelus had left for her. The black leather corset fit her perfectly. Her breasts swelled out the top and her tiny waist was made even tinnier. The black nylons came up to mid thigh, leaving lots of skin visible. The shoes had a three inch heel. As Angelus had instructed, her hair was down flowing across her back. She had on her usual makeup the only difference was she had on blood red lipstick.
After waiting as long as she dared Buffy went to the room where Angelus stood by the fireplace. Not sure what to do she came into the room and just stood there.
If Angelus didn’t have iron control over his senses, he would have passed out in lust on the spot. Buffy looked amazing. Lusty, innocent, scared and by far the sexiest creature he had ever come across in his entire 240 plus years. He wanted to grab her and literally eat her up and than fuck her senseless. He hoped he’d have the will to go slowly as he planned.
"Lay down on the bed, Buffy. Put your head on one of the pillows, and stretch your arms and legs out’ Angel huskily said.
Buffy did as she was told.
Angelus grabbed two silken crimson scarves and tied Buffy’s hands to posts that were on the side of the mattress. To her surprise, he didn’t tie her feet.
"Don’t worry Buff, this is just because I like the way it looks. Since you’re doing this willingly, I don’t have to restrain you."
At that Buffy’s humiliation burst through and silently she wept tears which flowed down her face in rivulets.
Standing up and looking at her, Angelus was totally enchanted. His mate, his soon to be consort was wearing the sexiest outfit imaginable. Open to him on the bed, and her beautiful face held tears and an expression of helplessness and terror. It was just to damned good. Angelus almost came in his pants just looking at her. But, he couldn’t, he had lots to do.
"I told you I would tell you what was going to happen tonight" Angelus said softly. First I’m going to caress and play with you. Than I’m going to whip you. Than I’ll have drain some of my blood yourself to be used to turn you. "And than" he paused and said huskily’ I’ll drain and kill you so that you can be reborn as my consort, my companion for eternity."
Buffy looked at him and gathering her courage spoke. "Angelus just why do you want me so badly. You had to blackmail me into giving into you and you talk about spending eternity with me. I imagine their are just thousands of women out there begging to be with the great Angelus. Why do you want a woman who doesn’t want you?"
Stunned Angelus looked at her "Bitch, just keep your mouth shut. None of your business why I want you. I just want to crush and subject you to my will. That’s it. Plus, you do want me."
Buffy just smirked. "O. K. if that’s the way you see it."
Angelus decided there was enough talk and decided to take action.
He moved to Buffy and began to slowly massage her, her shoulders, her stomach, her breasts, her legs. Every part. Slowly and almost lovingly.
Buffy closed her eyes, determined not to give Angelus the satisfaction of saying anything. Yes, she agreed to submit, she didn’t agree to enjoy it. Unfortunately despite herself, Buffy felt herself begin to grow wet.
Unfortunately, Angelus knew exactly how to arouse.
Angelus grinned as he smelled Buffy’s arousal. Despite the fact that he wanted to scare her, a part of himself he didn’t understand wanted her to enjoy her submission. He wanted her to love the fact that she was submissive to him. To crave it.
After thoroughly massaging her body, Angelus decided that as beautiful as her costume was, he wanted her nude before him. Afterwards, she could always put the corset back on. In fact, soon she’d love that costume.
Angelus untied the silken scarves, and carefully took all of Buffy’s clothes off. Soon she laid against the pillows, completely nude in front of him. Her entire body was covered in a light pink blush. Angelus just looked his full for a few moments.
To her horror, Buffy realized that she was still aroused. Angelus caressing her, and looking at her nude body was incredibly exciting. This was the face and body the man she loved.
Buffy had a moment’s sorrow because she didn’t get to experience the act of love with her beloved Angel. At least she could have lived on that memory. Now, it was going to be Angelus that took her virginity. The only thing she could console herself with, was that at least her Angel was intertwined somewhere in that body. As Angel himself had told her, Angelus was always there. She could only hope that the reverse was true. Angelus was in control now, but hopefully Angel was there at well.
Buffy remembered that when she and Giles had talked for the last time, just before she left for the mansion, he had asked her point blank (of course he stammered and blushed), if she was a virgin. When Buffy said yes, he had sighed. He was actually hoping she wasn’t, one more horrible thing for her to endure now. To have her virginity taken by a demon.
Angelus went to the side of the room and came back carrying a whip. It was long and thin and looked lethal.
Buffy looked at the whip in horror. From reading up on Angelus she knew he enjoyed beating his victims, and he had told her he was going to beat her. However, actually seeing the whip left her in a state of terror.
Coming over and standing by her feet, Angelus smiled. Her arousal was now mixed with the sharp smell of terror. He wasn’t going to tell her that the whip he held, while painful to be hit with, was not going to leave scars or marks. He didn’t want to mark her up. He also wanted her alert and in no pain when he took her.
"Buffy," Angelus said steadily. "You agreed to submit to my desires" Angelus grabbed a book off the side table. "This is a Victorian Age novel called ‘The Story of O. Ever hear of it?"
Buffy shook her head no.
"Well, I’m going to read you a small passage I always found erotic. So did Angel" Angelus began to read "Sir Stephen looked at O who sat submissively next to him. O I’d like to whip you until you bleed. Do I have your permission? O quietly said yes."
Angelus stopped reading. Now that’s true submission which is actually what that novel is about. I like that.
Buffy had a premonition of what was coming.
"Buffy, can I whip you until you bleed?"
Buffy quietly said "Yes."
Ignoring his rock hard erection, Angelus began to beat Buffy. He whipped her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. He had her turn around and whipped her ass until it bleed. Superficial; cuts that would heal immediately.
Buffy at first bit her lip to keep from screaming. Finally the burning pain got to her and she began screaming in earnest. Long, ear splitting screams. Sounds that were music to Angelus’ ears.
To Angelus satisfaction, he could still smell Buffy’s arousal. That could only bode well for their sexual future. His Slayer was more passionate than he or she thought.
Angelus finally put down the whip. Buffy was crying and trying to catch her breath. The red marks and cuts had already faded. Angelus could see that the pain was fading as well. Finally Buffy was quiet. Angelus felt reenergized. He was horny and still anticipating other things they were going to do. Plus beating Buffy had felt really good. It made him feel masculine, powerful and dominant. Like a true male animal.
To Buffy’s surprise, Angelus leaned down and begin licking her skin. His cold tongue felt soothing and oh so good. Angelus reached her thighs. Inhaling her. He than began lapping her pussy. Growling and snarling.
Buffy couldn’t maintain her composure. She started to scream again but, this time in ecstasy. Angelus lapped and licked, until Buffy exploded in orgasm filling Angelus’ mouth with her juices. He lapped until every bit of moisture was ingested by him.
Buffy just laid back against the pillows exhausted. So much for her remaining passive and uninterested. She should have known. Angelus would never leave her the dignity of not responding. He wanted everything from her.
Licking his lips, Angelus actually smiled at Buffy. "Damn lover you taste good. He casually swiped a finger down her pussy, making sure he had every drop. She really did taste good.
"Just get on with it Angelus’ Buffy said tiredly.
Suddenly something infinitely intriguing occurred to Angelus. Was it possible Buffy was a virgin? Angel had never asked. The stupid sop didn’t care as long as he had his precious Buffy’s love. The fact that Buffy did not have much experience was a fact, but none? Could it be possible? If she was, than she’d really be his.
Angelus put his finger in the small opening of her vagina and carefully pushed. There it was. An intact hymen. Buffy was a virgin. Angelus chose not to look to closely at the feeling of happiness this fact gave him.
For her part, Buffy knew that Angelus had found she was a virgin. Part of her wished that she had rid herself of her virginity before she came to him. Why should Angelus get the privilege of taking something that she had wanted to give to her love Angel? Well, it didn’t matter now. It was too late.
‘A virgin babe, your mom would be proud. I’ll see what I can do to help you out of your virgin state."
"Angelus you really are a bastard."
"True but a bastard that’s going to give you a lot of pleasure despite yourself.’
Angelus thought on the best way to proceed. He could drain her first, and than give her his blood, or he could give her his blood and than drain her. Same effect. in about 24-48 hours she’d be a vampire. Angelus quickly made up his mind and proceeded to tell Buffy.
"Lover, I decided that since I want you fully participating, I’m going to have you drink my blood first, than I’ll fuck and drain you. As an added treat since you taste so good, I’ll let you come once before I drain you. As you come for the second time, I’ll come with you and drain you at the same time. You’ll see. It will feel wonderful to you and to me."
Buffy replied, "Thanks so much. You’re a real gentlemen."
Angelus walked out of the room. When he came back in he was carrying a ruby encrusted dagger and a beautiful silver goblet. He motioned for Buffy to sit up on one of the pillows. He than sat next to her.
"We’re going to do this with style. Plus I want to make sure you do this on your own. You aren’t being forced, you’re submitting."
Despite herself, Buffy trembled in fear. Part of her still wanted to fight and run. But she was still the Slayer. She had the world to think about. So she submitted.
Angelus handed Buffy the dagger. She looked at him in surprise. "Was she supposed to kill herself?
Angelus calmly told her, "Buffy, you are to take that dagger and make a cut in my chest. You’re to drink my blood until I tell you to stop. Is that clear?"
Swallowing her revulsion, Buffy said "I understand."
Buffy watched as Angelus stood for a moment and took off his red silk shirt and leather pants. He was magnificent. Buffy moistened her suddenly dry lips. She’d never seen Angel completely naked or any other man. Beautiful didn’t begin to describe him. For a moment, she actually forgot her horrible fate.
"Begin."
Buffy thrust the dagger into Angel’s chest closed to his heart. It wasn’t wooden so it really didn’t matter.
Blood started leaking out. Taking a deep breath Buffy began to drink. The taste was not what she expected. It had a thick bittersweet taste, and flowed down her throat. The fact that she was drinking his blood aroused her in some primitive, disgusting way. Buffy moaned and kept drinking.
While Buffy drank, Angelus clutched her to his chest growling. It felt wonderful. His mate drinking his blood. Both of them naked. Angelus was having a constant stream of dry orgasms.
Finally, Angelus murmured "Stop Buffy. That’s enough."
She had drank Angelus’ blood. She was going to be a vampire. Angelus than put some of his blood in the silver goblet and handed it to Buffy. She drank. Dazed Buffy stopped. Her fate was now truly sealed.
Angelus couldn’t wait any longer. He had to fuck her now. Roughly he pushed Buffy back onto the pillows on the mattress. He was already in game face.
"Look at me" Angel growled. "I’m going to fuck you into the next world."
Buffy looked into Angelus’ yellow eyes. Despite or maybe because of everything, she was highly aroused. Buffy was going to give herself the dying gift of enjoying the sex act with her demon.
‘Holding Buffy’s hips and looking into her eyes, Angelus pushed his way into her tight walls. He came to her barrier and snarling ripping her it apart as he thrust into her depths. He was thrilled with Buffy’s long scream as he completely buried himself in her.
Buffy screamed with pain but also pleasure. It hurt like hell but, it also felt great. She never realized how good having a cock buried in her could feel. Especially Angelus’ cock if she was honest.
Angelus rammed into her, brutally kissed her, cutting his mouth with his fangs, and lavishly caressed her, feeling her tits and stomach. He reached between their bodies and toyed with her clit. As he had promised, Buffy screamed with her first orgasm with him inside her.
Feeling her walls grip around him, Angelus had to force himself not to come.
No, he was going to have the two of them come together while he drained her.
Buffy finished coming, and immediately began to climb to orgasm again.
Angelus felt it and smiled. It was time.
As she climaxed, Angelus sank his fangs deep into her and begin to draw her blood into his mouth. It was by far the best blood he’d ever had. He could taste her fear, pleasure, hate, and to his shock, her love for him in it. It was magnificent.
As he drained her his own climax burst through him. He spurted cold semen into her body as he drew her blood out of he body. He was giving her his fluid, and taking her fluid at the same time. Angelus climaxed longer and harder than he ever had or could ever imagine doing.
Finally, it was over. He looked down at Buffy. Her face looked beautiful, there was actually a small smile on her face. She was also dead. But, not for long.
Angelus got up and took Buffy into the bathroom. He bathed her carefully, than brought her back to lie with him on the bed. He was surprised at how attentive he was to her but, after all she was his consort. He’d never had a consort before. Of course, he was going to treat her differently, than his other "children." Normally when he sired another vampire they were pretty much on their own. He really didn’t care. This was different.
Wrapping his arms around her rapidly cooling body, Angelus laid with her on the cushions, waiting for her to wake up.
About 30 hours later, Buffy stretched and sat up. She knew immediately she was a vampire. She felt wonderful, sexy, free and happy. Also hungry. Realizing she was awake, Angelus sat up and looked at her.
"Hello lover’ Angelus said.
Buffy smiled kissed him and said "Hello Lover. By the way I’m hungry."
Angelus leaned his neck to the side for Buffy to drink. As his consort she and only she was entitled to do that.
Buffy felt herself naturally change into game face as she smelled the blood.
She latched onto Angelus neck with her new sharp fangs and drank her full.
Angelus moaned and clutched her tightly to him as she drank.
Finally sated, she curled on top of her mate’s chest.
Angelus smirked. He didn’t give a damn about killing Buffy’s friends now. He had his mate. He was going to spend eternity with her and only her. The two of them were going to be distracted by each other forever.
Meanwhile back in the Sunnydale High Library, a somber group of friends led by Giles, Jenny and Willow worked feverishly to find a curse. Giles shook his head sadly. It was going to take some time. Meanwhile his Slayer was going to be a vampire. He could only hope that in some way she was at least happy. Strangely enough he had a feeling she was.
Over at that mansion Angelus and Buffy napped, as mates, curled together in their sleep. Although neither would admit it they loved each other desperately and forever. They were only going to need each other for eternity. As Angelus and Buffy or as Angel and Buffy. It really didn’t matter.
A smile was on Buffy’s face.
She was happy.
The End