Wake up. Two simple words, but the power behind them was enough to cut through the rage that Ambrose was feeling. The rage over Buffy going behind his back and the rage of having another man, Lucius, touched her. He knew from the tone what had happened. She had gone to fight him and it had ended miserably if she was asleep at that moment.
The moment the words where uttered something snapped in side him and the monster retreated. His eyes went back to their color and his fangs retreated back. His body nearly went limp the bonds that held him. In that first few minutes of haze Ambrose tried to figure out what was going on. The last he remembered was something on his phone, then....it all came back to him. The rage, the anger, the threats, had he threatened Buffy? Oh god! He looked up at Emerson standing there, his friend had seen the monster that lived in side him. The one thing he never wanted anyone to see.
"I'm...I'm sorry." he said, his voice rough from the yelling that had proceeded.