TITLE: Revisionist History III -- A Woman's Remorse -- Version One

AUTHOR: Lex

EMAIL: lex@bitchenvy.com

RATING: NC-17

CONTENT: Buffy/Angel; violence, bloody sex, minor character death

SPOILERS: "Homecoming" (aka "Joss Is On Acid Again")

SYNOPSIS: Post-"Homecoming". I'm fixing Joss' stupidity. Again.

NOTES: After I finish this fic, I hereby deny this ep ever happened. It was crazed and made no sense whatsoever. Hence, it must be a bad dream.

MORE NOTES: This episode made me nuts. I've lost all grip with sanity, and to share my madness, I've called the JMB to arms. What is the JMB? Go to http://members.tripod.com/~TheEvilTwins/jmb/index.html to find out.

AND STILL MORE NOTES: This is a violent, twisted story borne of my frustration and anger. And we know what happens when I get angry. There will be another version, tamer, less violent. Hopefully.

As she strode out of the Bronze, Cordelia flanking her, all Buffy could think about was her own incredible stupidity. //So let's recap. I've humiliated myself before the whole school, alienated my best friends, insulted just about everyone I know, got dumped by Mr. "No, I'm Sensitive, Really" Snotty Scotty, nearly got killed by Trick's goons, oh, and to top that off, I gave Angel the big brush off. Just shoot me.//

Buffy groaned, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes.

Alarmed, Cordy stopped and grasped her wrists. "Buffy, you okay? Did you get something in your eyes?"

Shaking her head, Buffy mumbled, "I wish."

Cordy looked at her. "Buffy, go home, take a shower and go to bed. It will all be less humiliating in the morning. Even though because of you *I* lost. Me. Cordelia Chase. Shown up by both a slut and a girl with bad skin. Oh god, someone kill me now."

Buffy's shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, Cordy. . .I just. . .I just don't know what's been wrong with me lately. . ."

Brow furrowed, Cordy looked at the suddenly defeated looking Slayer. "Buffy, what's the deal? You don't seem like yourself. You're acting crazy. . ."

Suddenly, Buffy's eyes filled with tears. She grabbed Cordy in a quick hug, whispered, "I'm sorry" in her ear, and then hitched up her red skirt and took off, running away from the Bronze.

Cordelia stared after her, watching Buffy's rapidly moving form getting smaller and smaller. "She is the strangest girl."

*****

Buffy ran and ran until she reached the forbidding building looming ahead. There it was. The mansion. The scene of all her worst moments. The place where she first sent Angel to Hell, and then the place where she ripped out his heart, finishing the job off.

She stood in front, loathe to go in to see what havoc Angel had wreaked in her absence. Her hand was forced as she heard an unearthly howl echo from inside the mansion's depths. Wrenching open the door, she ran in, heeled feet pounding against the marble floor. As she rounded the corner to Angel's makeshift lair, she was confronted with a scene out of a nightmare.

The walls were splattered with blood. The thick red liquid pooled on the floor, puddling under the corpse hanging impaled on a hook in the wall. Buffy winced as she took in the body. It had been tortured, limbs sticking out at odd angles, fingers bunches of mashed flesh, large hunks of flesh missing. About the only thing still recognizable was its face. Buffy stepped up for a closer look, then reeled around in horror, gagging as the revulsion washed over her.

Scott.

Or at least, what was left of Scott.

She began to tremble. There was only one person -- one being -- that could have done this. Angel. Buffy closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of the boy spread before her.

From the shadows behind her, a voice spoke.

"Looks significantly less dependable now, doesn't he?"

Buffy flinched.

Every nerve in her body screamed as she felt the cold length of him press into her back, surrounding her. "See what you made me do? You made me crazy, Buffy. You made me insane with jealousy, and I had to go out and find this boy and bathe in his blood to make myself feel better."

She whimpered as his arms reached around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She felt her skin slide against his and knew that Scott's blood was painting her crimson. She heard Angel's voice in her ear.

"Did you mean it, Buffy? Did you mean it when you chose this mewling infant over me?"

Her nipples hardened as his hands caressed the front of her gown, squeezing her breasts through the skimpy top. She moaned, arching into his hands.

"Did you?" he persisted, ducking his head to suck her earlobe. "Did you love him?"

As Buffy stared as Scott's corpse, she felt a deep remorse that she had caused his death. By flinging him in Angel's face, she had signed his death warrant. Inside, she had known that. Why had she done it? She held no love for Scott -- sure, he had been cute and a diversion, but he was no Angel. She had just wanted to hurt Angel like she had been hurt by his unfaithfulness with Drusilla.

There was no contest between Angel and Scott, and Angel knew it.

"Hmmm?" he muttered as he moved to her neck, licking and sucking the skin he found.

"No. . ." she whispered as she found her voice, "No, I didn't mean it, and no, I didn't love him. I couldn't love him. . .he wasn't you."

Angel smiled triumphantly against her neck. "I know. I just wanted to hear you say it. Did you hear her, Scotty Boy?"

Buffy sucked in a breath as she saw Scott stir slightly. "Oh my god, Angel, he's alive, we have to -- "

" -- Of course he's alive. I wanted him to suffer, but I also wanted him to know that you belong to me. Are you getting the point, Scott? You were only to make me jealous. And surprise, surprise, it worked."

Buffy twisted in Angel's embrace, noting for the first time the red film covering most of his skin. "Angel, we have to take him to the hospital -- maybe they can save him."

"And destroy my handiwork? Buffy, I haven't tortured anyone like that in centuries. I can't tell you how much better it made me feel. Besides, I have a more pressing problem to attend."

Buffy could feel that "problem" pressing into her stomach. Her eyes widened. "Angel, we can't. . ."

"Oh, yes we can." With that, he ripped the front of her dress, shredding the fine fabric as he tore it from her, leaving her clad in only a pair of panties and stockings. "Too bad you never got to see this for yourself, Scott. This is worth dying for -- and believe me, I know."

Buffy was frozen in place. //He's going to fuck me in front of Scott. In front of Scott's mangled, tortured body. And I'm going to let him. What is wrong with me?//

Angel pushed her strangely quiet body to the ground, unzipping his pants as he followed her down. Crouching over her, he freed his cock, grinding it against her. Buffy moaned as he rubbed his face on her breasts, whispering his love for her.

She pushed her small hands against the muscled wall of his chest. "Not here, Angel. . ."

"Yes, here. Here, in front of this stupid little fuck that presumed to touch what was mine."

Angel parted her thighs, fingers darting underneath the silky material covering her. She squirmed, calling his name on broken breath. Growling, Angel yanked her underwear out of the way, tossing them behind him.

From the corner of her eye, Buffy noted the black silk land on Scott's already abused head. But then it ceased to matter as Angel fondled her clit with his thumb, driving the rest of his fingers into her already slick core. She arched towards him, purring in the back of her throat, begging him without words to come to her.

He grinned, a ruthless baring of teeth, and settled himself into the vee of her thighs. She could feel him just outside of her body, hard, waiting. She reached up and caught his head, bringing it down to hers. Their lips met in a violent clash, each trying to devour the other.

Snaking a hand down Angel's torso, she grasped his cock, guiding it to her aching wetness. He took the hint, bracing himself above her and driving himself home in one powerful thrust.

They both froze, the moment of union so intense that neither of them had the strength to move. She was the first to break the spell, rolling her hips, inviting him. Angel snarled as he began to fuck her roughly, grasping her hips and dragging her to him, imprinting the feel of himself on her for the rest of eternity.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you will never again forget to whom you belong."

Buffy could only keen her agreement as the pleasure enveloped her. She was numb to everything but him, uncaring that the blood of poor Scott was being smeared all over her body as her lover took her.

And Angel kept his promise, slamming into her until she was begging him to never stop, to never leave her again, until she was crying out that she was sorry she ever even looked at another man.

He smiled in satisfaction as Buffy climaxed for the fourth time, screaming out his name.

A smile which got wider as he saw a horrified, tortured Scott draw in his last breath.

THE END

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