Title: Misunderstandings - Part 2
Rating: FRAO (Adults Only)
Pairing: Buffy/Giles (eventually)
Summary: Another birthday has tragic consequences for Buffy
Setting: set after season seven
Warnings: contains non-consensual sex
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. They belong to Joss, Twentieth Century Fox, UPN, WB & Mutant Enemy. This is purely for fun.
pt 1 ~ pt 2 ~ pt 3a ~ pt 3b ~ pt 4 ~ pt 5 ~ pt 6 ~ pt 7 ~ pt 8 ~ pt 9 ~ pt 10 ~ pt 11 ~ pt 12 ~ pt 13 ~ pt 14 ~ pt 15 ~ pt 16
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“Giles? Are you okay?” Buffy asked in confusion.
“Your friends left quite a while ago,” he said coldly, ignoring her question.
“My friends?”
She watched him pace in front of the fireplace, reminding her of a caged animal. Suddenly, he stopped and threw the bottle of Scotch at her. It missed her by mere inches and shattered against the wall behind her. “Do you think I’m stupid?” he yelled. “I know what happened last night!”
“Giles. . . I. . .” She didn’t know how to respond. She watched him turn away from her and grab something from the mantle. “Giles,” she pleaded quietly as she crept into the room. Inching forward slowly, she tried to see what he held. It looked like a small box.
Unexpectedly, he spun around and looked down at her. “How could you do this to me?”
Buffy had to fight the urge to take a step back. Between the smell of alcohol and the look of hatred in his eyes, it was almost too much to bear. “I didn’t do anything.”
“No. Of course not.” The sarcasm was much too evident in his tone.
“What’s going on, Giles?” Buffy asked. “You act like I had sex with someone else.” The look on his face told her that was exactly what he thought. “I never -”
He dropped the box he’d been holding and grabbed her arms. “Do I mean nothing to you?” He shoved her against the wall.
Buffy tried to push him away but found that she couldn’t. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ she asked herself. ‘I’m the Slayer. Why can’t I do this? I’m stronger than him.’
“Why did you do it?” Giles shouted. ”Answer me!”
“I didn’t do anything,” Buffy yelled. “I swear.”
“Don’t lie to me. I saw it. I saw you in bed with them.”
“I didn’t. . .” she repeated quietly.
Giles was silent for a while before he spoke quietly. “Today was going to be special, Buffy. Now none of it matters. I thought I knew what you wanted from me. I thought you wanted a real relationship. Obviously I was wrong.”
“Giles, please,” Buffy pleaded.
He ignored her. “I know what you want, what you’ve always wanted.” He grabbed her chin in one hand. “Sex. That’s what you want. That’s what you’ll get.”
She struggled as he pulled her away from the wall and forced her to the floor. “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this,” she cried.
“You’re a Slayer,” Giles told her angrily. “Make me stop.”
Buffy tried to push him away as he leaned over her, but the strength wasn’t there. ‘It’s like I’m not a Slayer.’ Realization dawned as she remembered the only other time she’d felt this way, and that had been on her birthday as well. Her eighteenth birthday. She opened her mouth to tell Giles, to try to convince him to stop. She never got the chance.
His mouth covered hers in a brutal kiss. One of his hands grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled them down, his mouth leaving hers only long enough to yank them off her. When she heard him remove his belt and unzip his pants, she tried unsuccessfully to push him away again.
Knowing that she couldn’t stop what was going to happen, Buffy tried to think of anything except what was going on at that moment. She tried to imagine what could have happened, what could make him act this way. She was brought back to reality when she felt his teeth graze repeatedly across the front of her throat. She turned her head to the side to try to stop him. It was a mistake. She saw the box that he had dropped. It had opened when it fell, and she could see the diamond ring inside.
He must have noticed, too. “I told you it was going to be a special day,” he whispered into her ear.
Her gaze snapped back to him as he leaned back and forced his knee between hers. ‘Oh God. He’s really going to do this.’ She realized that she’d been hoping he’d pass out from the alcohol or suddenly come to his senses and stop.
She bit her lip in an effort to stay calm as he pushed into her. Some part of her knew that it would only be worse if she tried to fight it. ‘I should be able to stop him,’ she thought as she felt tears forming in her eyes.
As he began to move, he leaned close to her ear again. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve waited for this moment. If I’d known it would be so easy, I’d have done this years ago.”
She felt the tears fall as she finally let herself cry. ‘He never loved me. It was all about sex. That’s all any guy ever wants.’
He continued to talk, even as his thrusts became harder and faster. “All those years of watching you, waiting for you, and I could’ve had you anytime I wanted.” Every word was like a stake through her heart. The words hurt more than the physical torture ever could.
When Giles’ rhythm became erratic, Buffy realized with horror that he hadn’t bothered to wear a condom. She panicked as she tried to stop him. “Giles!” she screamed. “Stop! You have to stop!” She beat her hands against his chest. He ignored her pleas as he thrust into her one last time. Buffy fought the urge to vomit as he rolled to the side and zipped his pants.
Giles was silent, and that bothered her. After all his comments, she thought he would have said something by now. She risked taking a look at him, and, for a moment, she thought he might be dead. ‘Maybe he had a heart attack or stroke,’ she thought. Then she realized he had merely passed out, whether from exertion or from the alcohol, she didn’t know.
Thinking of the Scotch, she looked through the shattered remnants of the bottle and grabbed a large piece of glass. Several times she thought about using it to slit Giles’ throat, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. No matter how much he’d hurt her, she just couldn’t take a human life.
Tossing the makeshift weapon aside, Buffy looked around for her sweat pants. She found them close to the couch and pulled them on quickly. She didn’t spare time to put on shoes as she fled the house, hoping to leave the nightmare behind her.
She didn’t get very far before the events of the morning caught up with her, and she found herself doubled over. She threw up several times before she was able to stand. She barely saw the car that stopped at the side of the road as she started running again.
“Buffy!” The familiar voice made her stop and turn around.
Dawn and Xander were getting out of the car.
“Buffy, what are you doing out here?” Dawn asked. “Where are your shoes?”
“Yeah, Buff,” Xander said. “You don’t look so good. We should take you home. I was just taking Dawn -”
“No!” Buffy shouted. “You can’t go there.” Her mind reeled, and she thought she might pass out. She swayed a bit, and Xander grabbed her shoulders. “Let go,” she hissed.
Xander dropped his hands. “Did something bad happen? Were you attacked?”
Buffy nodded but didn’t offer any more information.
“Come on, Buffy,” Dawn said quietly. “We’ll sit in the back of Xander’s car, and he’ll take us somewhere safe. It’ll be like having a chauffeur. Okay?”
Buffy nodded again and let Dawn guide her to the car. As the car began to move, she finally began to relax.