Title: (untitled at the moment, suggestions would be nice) (1/1)

Author: me! --> Kellyn (Nyte Wolf)

Rating: since it's got some swearing and some blood and torture in it, I

rated it as R. If you think you would not like to read this, don't read it!!

Not suitable for all audiences.

Summary: Riley likes Buffy. Buffy hates Riley. Buffy loves Angel. Angel

tortures Riley..

Note: This is un-betaed! Please excuse any errors I may have like spelling,

grammar, etc. I just had to do this fic after extreme mental scarring from a

dream I had a few nights ago where I actually liked Riley.. Scary huh?

Feedback: Yes please!!

Distribution: Sure, just be nice and ask me first. Thank ya!

Students shuffled around, grabbing their books, chatting and getting reading

to walk out of the class as the last seconds of Psych class ticked down.

"And

don't forget to read chapter 10 tonight, we'll be talking about the human

psyche--" Professor Walsh said, getting cut off by the loud shrill of the

bell.

Willow stood up, grabbing her books and putting her tiny purse over her

shoulder. "So, has Riley been following you around still?" she

questioned the

blond Slayer.

Buffy looked at her, an annoyed look on her face at even the mention of his

name. "Like a lost puppy dog! I tell him I have to study, he offers to come

to my room to help me.. he's even taking ond brushing one of those long

strands of hair out of his face. He looked her straight in the eyes as he

looked up.

"Oh God!" Willow shreiked and pushed Buffy gently. "Go! He's

coming!" Buffy

sped up, looking more like a speed walker than a student at the moment. Riley

almost caught up with her, but she and Willow were already half way down the

hall as he neared the door.

"Is there something wrong with me?" he questioned himself. Professor

Walsh

walked behind him and whispered over his shoulder, "I think you're trying

too

much" she said as she packed away some folders in her breifcase. Riley

stared

at the hall until Buffy was out of sight.

****

"Junk, Junk, Junk.." Buffy said, sorting out her mail,

"Xander's..", putting

that in her "To read" pile. "Junk, Junk... Oooo!" she said

as she immediatly

tore open the letter.

"Who's it from?" Willow asked as she folded some clothes she had in

her

laundry basket.

Buffy smiled like a junior-high girl in love. "Angel.." she said as

she

opened up the letter, the scent of vanilla sprayed on it. She sniffed it,

enjoying the smell and then read it to herself.

"Hate to bring this up, but have you told Angel about Riley?" Willow

said as

she moved to her drawer, putting in the folded clothes and looked back to see

Buffy still reading the letter. Willow sighed, but smiled. "Buffy?"

"Yes?" she said as she looked up from the letter. Willow looked at

her,

prodding her to answer the question. "Oh.. telling Angel 'bout Riley. I

did."

She motioned to the letter. "He's not taking it too well.."

"Not taking it too well as..?" Willow questioned her. Buffy shrugged.

"You

know Angel, probably brooding it away," she said and smiled slightly. How

*was* Angel taking it? she thought.

****

Riley looked around area. Ski mask pulled down to his forehead, one of the

Initiative's high powered guns in hand with his bullet proof vest on, a dark

green t-shirt and his camo pants with the combat boots. Forrest had told him

he wasn't feeling so well and Riley let him off duty. He was probably making

crazy naked sex with some girl probably, but Riley needed time to think. What

was he going to do about Buffy? How could he even get close to her without

her running away? How could he.. SNAP!

Riley's head shot up at the sound of the twig snap, looking around him

frantically. He held out his gun a bit as he pulled down his ski mask. He

couldn't see anyone, even with his night vision goggles on over his eyes.

"Riley? Riley Finn?" a voice called from behind him. Riley turned

around

quickly, positioning his gun to where he heard the voice. "Are you

him?" the

voice called out, this time in a different area. He turned around, taking off

his mask.

"Yeah, I'm him. Show yourself or you'll give me a reason to shoot

you," he

called out.

The person laughed, coming out of the shadows, the yellow eyes reflecting

against the moon's light with a predatory grin on his face. "No, I think

you

got that wrong. Maybe I'll shoot you.." Even before Riley got a chance to

pull the trigger the vampire knocked it out of his hands. "I'm Angel. Nice

to

meet you!" he said, as he punched Riley hard enough to render him

unconscious. "That was too damn easy.."

****

The mansion. The one place Angel hadn't visited in a long time. Still cold,

still abandoned and the same way he had left it. Even the table which Buffy

had broken when he had fed from her on Graduation day was still there, the

pieces thrown in the fire place for firewood. And yes, even the chains on the

wall were still there. He knew he'd need them some other time..

The cold steel clamped around Riley's wrists which startled him a bit into

consciousness. His eye focus wasn't all that clear and it was pretty dark in

the room. He shivered at the coldness. A figure dressed in black moved about

the room, bringing out a blue folder type thing with various silver thing in

it. His eye sight adjusted as Angel bent down infront of him, wearing his

human face now.

"How ya holding up?" he asked, picking up Riley's chin to look into

the

focused eyes. "Can't start if you can't feel anything.. Can you feel

this?"

Angel got up, kicking him quickly and hard in between his legs. Riley

screamed, speechless and his eyes rolled in to the back of his head. He tried

to put his hands down there but realized his wrists were in chains. "Good..

didn't want to break you already."

Riley gulped, throwing back his head to get his hair out of the way.

"W-what

do you want from me?"

Angel came back, a small dagger in his hand. "What I want from you? I want

my

Buffy back."

"Buffy? You-you know her?" he asked, leaning back against the wall

afraid as

the knife got closer. "Why are you doing this.. I would-- no wait. I

wouldn't

give Buffy away to you.. You'd hurt her.. with that knife.. that is getting

ever so close to my body.." He was eyeing the sharp point of the knife.

Only

Angel's gaze on it was more happy.

"I would never hurt her. You on the other hand.. Do I have to ask for your

permission to do this? It's been a while, I don't really remember the

etiquette of torture.." Angel said, running his finger over the knife

gently

so as not to cut himself.

"I don't think you have to ask but--"

"Oh wait! No I don't.. stupid of me.. no wait, stupid of you to even answer

that. So what's you're name?"

"My name? But you already--" Riley said.

"Say it!" Angel growled, putting the knife closer.

"Riley. Riley Finn," he said, wincing as the blade touched his skin.

"Wrong.." Angel said as he pushed the blade into his skin, and Riley

screamed

like a sissy girl in pain as he pushed in deeper. Angel kept the knife still,

not even pulling it out. "What's you're name?"

Riley, being as stupid as he was, finally caught on. "Fish Boy?" he

breathed

out. When he was young he didn't even know why kids called him that. His mom

was too sad that her li'l boy was getting called names that she never told

him what it meant until just a few weeks ago when Xander had the honors to do

it. After, of course, he called Riley that. The knife stayed where it was. He

looked down in pain, tears coming from his eyes.

"Getting a bit too many centuries old, what did you say?" Angel asked,

then

twisted the knife a bit. Riley's mouth shot open but he was in so much pain

the words weren't coming out. Angel twisted more and Riley blurted out

"FISH

BOY!" Angel smiled as he twisted and pulled the knife out sharply. Blood

poured out the boy's wound and Angel tried to control himself not to drink

it.. just yet.

Before putting the knife on the ground beside him, he licked up the blood

from it. His face shifting into his vampire visage. He wrinkled his nose at

the taste of the blood. Wasn't exactly the best he'd tasted.. ever.. in his

244 years of living as a vampire. He shook his head, shifting back to human

face.

Riley was in extreme pain as he whimpered when he saw Angel transform back to

his human face. Angel stared at him with his deep brown eyes. Only staring at

him made Riley burst out into tears. Now who gets awarded with the new

nicknames 'poof' and 'Nancy Boy' by Spike? Angel thought. The blood from the

veins dripped down Riley's chest to where his pants were.

Angel walked over to the table, grabbing a very small bottle of something. He

shook it, letting Riley hear there was some liquid in it. He knelt back down

infront of Riley. "You okay?" sounding somewhat sympathetical.

Riley nodded, he wasn't going to show that he was a wuss, although inside he

felt like an incredibly big one. Angel opened the top of the bottle and

wripped a small piece of Riley's shirt off and poured the substance on it. It

sizzled on contact.

"Acid. Hurts like hell on cuts.. Wanna see?" Angel asked him tipping

the

bottle a bit but nothing coming out. Riley shook his head no violently but

quickly Angel tipped the bottle over, hitting the cuts directly and Angel

could hear it burn and Riley yelled long and hard. Angel smiled wickedly at

Riley's yell and Riley's eyes were blood shot when he looked up to him, the

acid still sizzling the cut. Boredly, Angel got up.

Physical torture wasn't as fun as he had thought it would be with Riley, or

should I say, Fish Boy. What was this boy, a TA for a psychology professer?

Angel thought. After a long moment of silence, well what would have been

silence if Riley wasn't whimpering, crying and flinching in pain, Angel asked

a question out of the blue. Or maybe red, it was getting a bit bloody

smelling in there.

"Why do you like Buffy?" he asked, turning around his arms crossed

against

his chest.

"Because.. she's nice, and she's caring and she's beautiful.." Riley

choked

out.

"Good in bed?"

"What?! How would I know. I never slept with her," Riley said,

appauled. "My

father never said to sleep with girls until you've really truly known them.

Then of course, after that, you got the top story of the hayshac on the farm

all to yourself.." Farm, farm, farm.. that's all he talked about. Good

thing

he didn't start to ramble on about whatever he had, cow milking awards,

fastest person to find the needle in the haystack.

Angel smiled. "Good, just wanted to see if you had slept with her

yet."

"Have you?" Riley asked as he flinched in pain, wiping a bit of his

blood

away with his still chained hands.

"Of course! Ooo.. she's great.. Her smell, her taste, and once you're

inside

of her.. it's heaven.." Angel said, looking at Riley. Riley's mouth was

wide

open.

"You-you.. had sex with her?"

"No shit Sherlock! What do you think I just said.."

"I can't believe she would do that.." Riley said lightly. Angel turned

around, his vampire face on as he grabbed Riley's hair and pulled him up

violently. "Do what?" he snarled. Riley was too damn scared even to

respond.

He was trained as a demon hunter for the Initiative and he couldn't even say

a word infront of a vampire. Well, of course, he was chained up, bleeding a

whole lot and well.. would thinking about becoming a homosexual be an

appropriate thought at the moment? Riley was starting to think Angel *was*

incredibly hot..

"I just never thought Buffy would do that. She seems like a good girl to

me,"

Riley said.

"Oh, she is good.. Good thing you'll never ever find out. Not that she'd

let

you.." Angel said, letting out a predatory growl as he yank Riley head to

expose his neck and sunk his teeth into his flesh, gulping down his blood.

After he had completely drained him as much as he could he let him drop to

the ground the chains rattling as his limp body hung over them in an awkward

position.

Angel grinned, looking at the dead boy. He walked to his bed room, picking up

the phone and dialed the number for Buffy's dorm room. As if it were meant to

be, Buffy picked up the phone with a perky "Hello?"

"Buffy.." he said, happy to hear her voice.

"Angel?" she said on the other end as her perkiness in her voice

faded. "Oh

my god.." She was crying on the other end, Angel could hear.

"Buffy.. Buffy.. don't cry," he said to her, soothing her with his low

voice.

"You won't believe, or maybe you will, what happened.."

****

A couple of days later, while Willow was watching an occult show on the

televsion and Buffy laying on her bed, reading a psychology book for the exam

in a few days, the familar sound of a newsbrief came on. One of the most

popular anchors came on.

"Today, the body of a young man was found in the Crawford Mansion on

Crawford

Street located in the outside area downtown Sunnydale. Investigators have look

ed up the history on the mansion and no one has lived there for more than 50

years and has been completely abandoned since then. Police say the body of a

senior student at UC Sunnydale was found there late last night when a

mysterious phone call was called in. Police could not trace the call and are

still looking for any suspects. The boy who coroners have claimed to be Riley

Finn, have said that he was stabbed and two strange marks were found by his

neck. Police are still skeptical about the death but they are saying it was

most likely a sacrificial ritual for an unknown cult at the time. More

informatin on this mysterious death will follow as soon as more information

has been found."

There was a long moment of silence following the news report. Buffy tried to

hard to hold it back. She was grinning was huge and she just had to let it

out. She couldn't help but let out a big burst of laughter.

END!