Angel clenched his teeth as he saw Buffy’s eyes fill with tears. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently before standing up and turning to Faith.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Stay with her,” Angel growled. Faith nodded and sat down next to Buffy, wrapping her arms around her friend.
Angel turned and stalked back into the club. He found Spike sitting at the bar talking to Brooke. He was snuffing out a cigarette as he blew the smoke from his nostrils. Angel walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder.
“Shove off, mate,” Spike muttered. Angel grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, throwing a punch at his face as he did so. Spike fell off his stool and cried out as he smacked against the floor.
“You touch Buffy again and I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” Angel growled, grabbing the lapels of Spike’s jacket.
“It bothers you don’t it? That I got there and she enjoyed it?” Spike smirked. Angel pulled back and rammed his fist into Spike’s nose. It shattered, spraying blood everywhere.
“She didn’t enjoy it. She’s out in that alley right now feeling ashamed and dirty. I mean it, Spike. If you ever even look at her again, I’ll kill you.” Angel bashed Spike’s head against the ground. Spike yelled in pain and curled up in a ball. Angel stood and looked at Brooke. “Call the cops. I want him in jail.”
Outside, Faith cradled Buffy in her arms.
“It’s okay, Buffy,” Faith whispered, stroking her hair.
“God I fell so...so dirty. God I just want to die,” Buffy sobbed. She leaned into Faith and squeezed her green eyes shut.
“Buffy?” Angel asked softly as he came back out into the alley.
“Don’t look at me, Angel. I can’t stand for you to see me like this,” Buffy sniffed, trying to control her tears.
“Baby, it’s okay. I just want to help you,” Angel said. He leaned down and cupped her cheek.
“Angel, can you take me home?” Buffy asked, her voice choking.
“Sure honey.” Angel scooped her into his arms and she whimpered. “What?” Angel asked, hoping he hadn’t hurt her.
“It just hurts,” Buffy sighed. She wrapped her arms around Angel’s neck and pressed into him.
“I think we should take you to the hospital,” Angel suggested.
“No! I don’t want to go to the hospital. I can’t,” Buffy whimpered, becoming hysterical.
“Okay, it’s okay. I won’t take you. We’ll just go home,” Angel promised.
“Faith, will you come with us?” Angel asked. Faith nodded and started walking with them. After a while they arrived at Angel and Buffy’s. Angel’s parents were still gone and probably would be for at least another few days. Angel pushed the door open with his foot and carried Buffy up to their bedroom and laid her on the bed.
“I gotta go back to Guenchy and then get home. B, call me if you need anything, okay?” Faith said.
“Thanks Faith,” Angel nodded. Angel brushed a strand of hair from Buffy’s face and kissed her cheek.
“Angel?” Buffy asked as he turned to leave.
“Yeah?”
“Will you stay with me? Hold me?” Buffy asked, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
“Of course, baby.” Buffy crawled under the covers and Angel crawled up next to yours. He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her scent. She smelled like vanilla and smoke.
Buffy drifted into a fitful sleep ,wrapped tightly in his arms. He stayed with her, fully awake, thinking about how he could help her.
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