Yes, once again, Angelus ambushed me and told me this. I wrote it down so I could share with y'all. Gee, aren't you glad? Hah.
I blame this all on LadyAnn, who suggested to #gasp that we write a round robin of Angelus torturing Giles. I warned her that she *really* didn't want me to write torture fic, and wrote the first paragraph of this to show her why she didn't want me to.
Luckily, this is all there is. Yep, it's a missing scene from Becoming 2. Be warned.
"This is gonna be a party," said Angelus, reaching over to Giles and pulling his head back, exposing his neck. "And you're the favor," he growled. "I can't wait 'til my lovely little Slayer gets here and sees your mangled corpse as her door prize. "But enough of that," he said, flinging Giles' head forward hard enough that his chin knocked against his sternum, causing him to bite his cheek. "It's much more fun to make you hurt before I kill you." He reached around behind Giles, watching him tense. "Poor Watcher," he said. "Not the big, tough guy you were when you came smashing into my warehouse, are you?" He snickered. "That's all right. Pretty soon you can go and brag to your Gypsy bitch about how long you held out before you screamed."
"Bugger...off," muttered Giles. The ringing in his ears told him he'd just been hit. Hard.
"Shut up!" Angelus reached for his collar and threw the librarian against the wall. "Damn you, shut the fuck up! Don't you realize what's going to happen to you? I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to make you beg me to kill you." He smiled slowly. "I'm going to tell you just what I did to your Gypsy whore."
Giles said nothing, only stared up at him coldly.
"She was so easy, you know." He chuckled, a cold sound, nothing like the warm laugh he'd shared with them before his soul had been ripped away again. "Just a stupid, blind sheep, staying late in one of the easiest places in town for me to get to. I broke her neck. I almost tore her head off her body, but I thought it would be more fun if you thought for just a minute that it was you she was in that bed to fuck, and not Death."
The Ripper had surfaced. Damn. There'd be no information from him. He'd have to break him down, get the librarian back.
"Do you want to know why I'm doing this?" Angelus whispered in Giles' ear. "You made me feel human," he said. "You and your damned Slayerettes running around like buffoons, calling on my help. You made me feel needed. You made me forget I didn't have a heart that beat, that I had another face."
*crack* One finger was broken. Some of them broke then, but Angelus didn't think that Rupert Giles would. He hoped not. The chainsaw would be so much fun to try out.
Not a whimper of pain escaped Giles' lips.
Two fingers. He'd break the whole hand if he had to. Then the other hand. Then he'd start on the legs. There were a million ways to torture someone that left them alert enough to talk. Time to get back in the practice of using them.
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