I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". They were created by Joss Whedon and belong to him, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network.
A story set from "The Wish" onwards season 3. I shall be altering it to fit in with my vision, and missing out parts that remain more or less unaltered.
Willow and Xander were taunting Angel. It was their favourite pastime - since their other one died. Didn't mean they couldn't still hurt her though, Xander grinned. He thought he saw her stirring so threw Willow a match.
"Watch it with those things. You almost got my hair."
"Sorry, got carried away. It looks like our favourite person's going to join us"
"She isn't," said Willow incredulously, then looked at the waking form. "Hi!"
"Angel," the girl said, but he was too weak to speak to her.
"You know," said Willow, "you haven't been much fun since you died so I think we're going to have to entertain ourselves with Angel."
The girl ignored her went to cradle Angel in her arms.
"Ah," Willow crooned sarcasticly, "young love, isn't it beautiful. Do you want to?" she asked Xander.
"No, thanks, baby. I just wanna watch you go." And he threw her the box of matches. She lit one and she and the other girl watched as she placed it on Angel's chest, with very different expressions on their faces.
Buffy came down quickly and walked past the cell where Angel was chained to the wall. She walked fast to be sure of getting the master. She glanced briefly at Angel, and when she looked back her way was barred.
"Slayer." The girl said it accusingly, like a dirty word.
Buffy staked her and the girl just stood there. Buffy frowned and tried again but it still left no mark.
"Who are you?" Buffy breathed.
"He is Angel, help him," she said turning away from Buffy to look at him.
Angel moaned softly from the corner of the room.
"Ssshhh, she's going to help us." she whispered as she walked through the to stroke his face. "Aren't you?"
The girl turned her dark eyes to Buffy. They held no sign of the hostility in her tone, they were just scared and looked pleadingly to Buffy. Buffy was touched by sincerity in the girls face. "Yeah," she said softly, breaking eye contact.
"The keys are behind you." the girl told Buffy.
"Thanks," Buffy said patronisingly, and kicked down the door. As she bent down to unchain him he flinched from her cross.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Look Buffy," the girl said from the doorway of the cage, "I really don't need to explain all this to you."
Buffy watching in horror as she unbuttoned the chains restraining the possibly dangerous vampire in front of her. As soon as he was free he lunged forward and she jumped back readying herself for battle and thanking God she'd got her control back.
Angel went straight past her and caught the girl gently as she began to fall.
"Are you okay?" he whispered softly.
"Yeah," she said, and smiled tenderly at him.
He returned the smile and they kissed, their lips just touching.
As Buffy watched this exchange she was amazed by the symmetry in their faces as if they were each being reflected in a distorted mirror. The strong lines and corners in Angel's face were softened into curves on hers. as they kissed something seemed to pass between them an unearthly glow seemed to enter their faces. As they drew away it stayed on his but the light faded from her features leaving her a dusky grey. Angel lowered her to the ground and gradually got up.
"Let's go" he said and started striding away.
"Wait," Buffy said, now convinced that they were good guys. "What if the vamps find her."
Angel turned to look at her. "They can't do anything she's already dead."
"Oh god, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, she's been dead for a while now."
"But they could still stake her, right?"
"Not vampire dead. Dead dead."
"Oh"
"Look, I'll explain on the way."
Angel takes the lead and Buffy follows waiting for him to continue.
"Any human is made, arguably, from three parts - body, spirit and soul, in that order. If the soul dies and gores to heaven you're left with a vampire. If the spirit dies it disappears, the soul goes to heaven and you're left with what's medically termed brain-dead. If the body dies the spirit disappears and the soul goes to heaven."
"So what happened with, um . . ." Buffy paused, waiting for Angel to tell her the girl's name.
"Her spirit can live independently of her soul and body. They've already killed her body."
"What did you hold?"
"She's my siren, I hold her spirit."
"So you're like, soul mates."
"Make that spirit mates and you're getting close." He looked through the open doorway. "There they are, what's the plan?"
Buffy grinned at her new friend and brandished her stake, "Don't fall on this."
Ten minutes later Buffy was dead.
Ten seconds after that she was back at school and none the wiser.
Miles away in LA a young girl woke with a start and one word on her lips.
"Sunnydale."
A story set from "The Wish" onwards season 3. I shall be altering it to fit in with my vision, and missing out parts that remain more or less unaltered.
Willow and Xander were taunting Angel. It was their favourite pastime - since their other one died. Didn't mean they couldn't still hurt her though, Xander grinned. He thought he saw her stirring so threw Willow a match.
"Watch it with those things. You almost got my hair."
"Sorry, got carried away. It looks like our favourite person's going to join us"
"She isn't," said Willow incredulously, then looked at the waking form. "Hi!"
"Angel," the girl said, but he was too weak to speak to her.
"You know," said Willow, "you haven't been much fun since you died so I think we're going to have to entertain ourselves with Angel."
The girl ignored her went to cradle Angel in her arms.
"Ah," Willow crooned sarcasticly, "young love, isn't it beautiful. Do you want to?" she asked Xander.
"No, thanks, baby. I just wanna watch you go." And he threw her the box of matches. She lit one and she and the other girl watched as she placed it on Angel's chest, with very different expressions on their faces.
Buffy came down quickly and walked past the cell where Angel was chained to the wall. She walked fast to be sure of getting the master. She glanced briefly at Angel, and when she looked back her way was barred.
"Slayer." The girl said it accusingly, like a dirty word.
Buffy staked her and the girl just stood there. Buffy frowned and tried again but it still left no mark.
"Who are you?" Buffy breathed.
"He is Angel, help him," she said turning away from Buffy to look at him.
Angel moaned softly from the corner of the room.
"Ssshhh, she's going to help us." she whispered as she walked through the to stroke his face. "Aren't you?"
The girl turned her dark eyes to Buffy. They held no sign of the hostility in her tone, they were just scared and looked pleadingly to Buffy. Buffy was touched by sincerity in the girls face. "Yeah," she said softly, breaking eye contact.
"The keys are behind you." the girl told Buffy.
"Thanks," Buffy said patronisingly, and kicked down the door. As she bent down to unchain him he flinched from her cross.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Look Buffy," the girl said from the doorway of the cage, "I really don't need to explain all this to you."
Buffy watching in horror as she unbuttoned the chains restraining the possibly dangerous vampire in front of her. As soon as he was free he lunged forward and she jumped back readying herself for battle and thanking God she'd got her control back.
Angel went straight past her and caught the girl gently as she began to fall.
"Are you okay?" he whispered softly.
"Yeah," she said, and smiled tenderly at him.
He returned the smile and they kissed, their lips just touching.
As Buffy watched this exchange she was amazed by the symmetry in their faces as if they were each being reflected in a distorted mirror. The strong lines and corners in Angel's face were softened into curves on hers. as they kissed something seemed to pass between them an unearthly glow seemed to enter their faces. As they drew away it stayed on his but the light faded from her features leaving her a dusky grey. Angel lowered her to the ground and gradually got up.
"Let's go" he said and started striding away.
"Wait," Buffy said, now convinced that they were good guys. "What if the vamps find her."
Angel turned to look at her. "They can't do anything she's already dead."
"Oh god, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, she's been dead for a while now."
"But they could still stake her, right?"
"Not vampire dead. Dead dead."
"Oh"
"Look, I'll explain on the way."
Angel takes the lead and Buffy follows waiting for him to continue.
"Any human is made, arguably, from three parts - body, spirit and soul, in that order. If the soul dies and gores to heaven you're left with a vampire. If the spirit dies it disappears, the soul goes to heaven and you're left with what's medically termed brain-dead. If the body dies the spirit disappears and the soul goes to heaven."
"So what happened with, um . . ." Buffy paused, waiting for Angel to tell her the girl's name.
"Her spirit can live independently of her soul and body. They've already killed her body."
"What did you hold?"
"She's my siren, I hold her spirit."
"So you're like, soul mates."
"Make that spirit mates and you're getting close." He looked through the open doorway. "There they are, what's the plan?"
Buffy grinned at her new friend and brandished her stake, "Don't fall on this."
Ten minutes later Buffy was dead.
Ten seconds after that she was back at school and none the wiser.
Miles away in LA a young girl woke with a start and one word on her lips.
"Sunnydale."