Angel actually had a great time this year at the Christmas party. He mostly enjoyed his time especially with Buffy. He had to smile just thinking about his girl. She was definitely nothing like Drusilla. Drusilla was a total head case. As he entered his car he spotted Buffy’s sweater by the passenger’s seat. He figured that he’d surprise her and bring the sweater over.
Angel made it to Stevenson Hall and knocked on her door. He heard no response.
“Buffy, it’s Angel. Open up.” Still there was no response. ‘Now that’s strange.’ His hand went to the knob and opened the door and spotted Buffy on her bed. He thought she was sleeping from where he saw her from a distance. Then he heard this sniffling sound of someone crying.
He walked on over and noticed that Buffy scrunched up with her arms wrapped around her knees holding her body closely. Her appearance was somewhat distraught, her shirt looked torn from the minimal light that was shown through the window. He touched her shoulder and she flinched at his touch.
“Please, stop hurting me.”
“Who’s hurting you Buffy? It’s me Angel. Buffy look at me.” He lifted her chin so she was facing him. When Buffy realized that it was Angel, she had to say his name to reassure herself that she wasn’t dreaming.
“Angel? Is that really you?”
“Yes, baby. It’s me. Who’s hurting you?” She never answered him, but instead she flung her arms around him and started crying. She held Angel close to her not wanting to let him go, because she thought that if she did he’d disappear. His hand began stroking her hair and went down rubbing her back.
“Sweetie, who hurt you?” He held his hands by her cheeks so she’d look into his eyes. She closed her eyes. He pulled her away and turned on the lamp by her bed. When he saw his girlfriend’s face he was shocked at the sight before him.
“Oh, God! Buffy!” He noticed the fresh tears streaming off her cheeks. Her eyes were red, puffy and flushed from the crying. The thing that caught his attention the most wasn’t the red mark across her cheek, but her split lip. He let his thumb graze against her swollen lower lip that had dried up blood and was now purple. He was thinking that not too long ago he kissed those sweet lips under the mistletoe and now she was abused and battered. He continued looking down her body and noticed her cute t-shirt was torn and there were marks above her breasts. Then his eyes wandered down and noticed her stockings were ripped into shreds as well.
“Who did this?” he asked.
“Parker. Parker Abrams,” she said quietly. As soon Angel heard the name of his enemy, his facial expression from concern became angered. The ridges on his forehead were concentrating, his soft brown eyes turned dark black and his fists were clenched turning white.
“Parker. I can’t wait to see Parker. He and I will have so much to talk about,” Angel said sarcastically.
“I’m taking you to Sunnydale PD and then I’ll drop you off at home afterwards.” He placed his black leather jacket on her shoulders, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and walked out the door.
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At Sunnydale PD, Buffy was waiting for the first available detective to approach her. She laid her head on Angel’s shoulder. He automatically placed his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
A detective approached the young couple. He noticed that from the looks of things that this girl was raped and wasn’t by the guy she was with. He seemed to have loved the young lady in his arms.
“Hello. I’m Detective Lindsay McDonald. My partner Detective Lilah Morgan will be joining us. Why don’t we head inside the interrogation room and we’ll begin as to why you’re here.”
Buffy explained the whole situation and started crying again after the incident. She felt as her body was crumbling. Her insides were eating every crevice of her organs.
“Aren’t you finish with her already? Can’t you see that asking the same questions over again is hurting her?”
“We’re sorry Angel. We just have to take Buffy to the hospital, so a rape kit can be performed,” Lilah Morgan answered. Angel nodded in agreement.
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