Title: Souls moulding as one
Author: Leanne
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Summary: Sequel to Could it be, I advise you to read the first story first.
Pairing: B/A, A/Other
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: NC-17. This fiction is very dark, and is full of sexual nature; please do not proceed if you are under the age.
Publish date: 2005
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to Shirley for her constant support and her wonderful friendship. Shirley, you mean so much to me, you have touched my life and made my life better, Thank you for believing in me and standing behind me 100 % in everything I do. Even though we have not met, and we live in different countries, it feels like I have known you forever. I hope one day we have the opportunity to meet, you are an amazing woman and I love you dearly.
Thank you to everyone who has sent me feedback, I appreciate all your wonderful words. You will never know how much it means to me.
I won three awards for Souls Moulding As One
(Best Angst) at When The Sun .
(Best Angst and Best Dark)Spike Threw The Heart .com/vamp/spikethrewtheheart/
Chapter One
It was still raining hard and Angel glanced at Buffy, it had been three hours and they were almost to their destination. Angel pulled left off the highway to a dirt road. Ten minutes passed and he slowed down to a beautiful cottage.
The driveway was cement with rock embedded in it making a walkway. Orchard trees filled the yard and a tulip garden in the front by the door.
Angel pulled in, turned off the car, picked up Buffy, and carried her inside and placed her in the first room. He watched the slayer and tears formed in his eyes. What did he do? Angel reached for her and lightly brushed his fingers along her forehead. He caressed her lovingly, stroking her hair.
"Please forgive me Buffy." He whispered and leaned in kissing her lips softly. He lifted the covers over her shoulders and stood up, turning the light off and leaving the room.
Angel stopped in his tracks and turned sharply glancing back to the slayer. Guilt washed over him as he stared at his lover's still form. A long sigh escaped his lips and he knew she would be hungry soon.
Angel found two containers of blood in the fridge and placed them in the microwave. While waiting for the blood to heat he grabbed some blankets laid them on the floor and began lighting a fire.
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It had been two hours and Angel wanted to wake Buffy so badly. Five hours had passed since... he shook his head; she still was not awake yet.
Angel picked up the book he was reading. "War of the worlds", it was not the best of books but it was the only one he had left there, the last time he was at the cottage.
Angel moaned loudly as his mind wondered to Buffy again. God, he hated himself for what he had done. A wave of Spikes scent overcame him and he growled.
She did deserve this; she was his mate, not Angelus or Spike's ….his! He was furious for what she had been doing. fucking his childe, and enjoying it.
Angel remembered the day she died and how he almost died to be with her. The feeling of loneliness, love, pain, need, desire, anger, happiness, every emotion all at once, the way Buffy had of drawing people in, her presence intoxicating. God how he loved her. All he wanted to do was protect her.
Angelus had wanted to take advantage of her, torture her, in her weak state. She had died and been pulled back in by her friends. It really didn't feel like her, maybe because I didn't want to realize it, or notice a difference. I just wanted it to be Buffy. My Buffy
'Fucking Angelus, if I could only kill you, quit talking to me.' Angel muttered, his hand reaching for his head. He growled angrily, 'Angelus is happy now. He will not stop the taunting. He is mocking me. He wont fucking shut up. He is saying I am weak, that I could not save her from myself, that this is what I am. Angelus is right; I turned her into the one thing I hate the most.'
Buffy gasped, jolting upward. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she lifted her right arm, her hand feeling her cheek bones, her long slender fingers grazing lightly over her new fangs. " N-No!"
Angel could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise and he swallows, his weakened body turning sharply towards the screech, his dark eyes fall on his soul mates and he stands up, rushing to the slayer. Moving cautiously, his brown eyes search her hazel ones. Her eyes show no emotion, she just stares blankly past him and he swallows hard and reaches out for her but she flinches and backs away. Angel stops and pulls his hands away, placing them in his pants' pockets.
"I'm hungry," she whimpered
Angel nodded leading her into the living room, placing her in front of the fireplace. He heated the blood and handed it to her; she hesitated for a moment but reaches for it. Angel tears his gaze away from her and towards the window giving her space.
Buffy guzzled the blood down and wiped her mouth. It did not taste as bad as she thought it would. Standing up she places the container on the table and heads toward the fireplace.
A picture catches her eye and her mouth trembles a little. It was her and Angel at Giles house after doing a sweep, a week before he left her.
Buffy turns staring strangely at Angel, "Why are we here?" She asked harshly and Angel winced at the tone of her voice.
"It's our home. I bought it, right before we…" Angel paused and
Buffy's eyes grew dark and icy, she growled lightly, her features changing slightly in the light.
"Don't!" She hissed, jumping up abruptly she moved away from him and headed towards the bedroom. Stopping abruptly she turned.
The hurt was evident on Angel's face and her vampire features appeared and her fangs bore, "I will not forgive you for what you have done." She snarled, a large growl escaping her small, pale lips, with one more last angry look, she headed inside and shut the door. Her face converts back to normal and tears fall down her cheeks.
Angel was hurt; he knew that it couldn't be fixed. What he had done, she would never be the same. Closing his eyes, a tear fell from his eye.
Buffy crawled into bed pulling the covers over her body; wiping the tears away, she laid her head on the pillow.
"I hate you Angel-for this." She mumbled, falling into a deep sleep.
