Title: War
Author: Eve Of Ambar
Email: evedarkchild@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Pairing: B/Au, B/S
Disclaimer: Not mine. BTVS & ANGEL belongs to Joss and bunch of others that I really don't remember. The song 'You can't kill me' by Mojo Nixon
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Spoilers: Buffy Season 1-7, Angel season 1-4. (I used spoilers for Angel season 4)
Summary: A war started, vampires won, men kind lost, leaving the slayer face her worst nightmare; Angelus.
Warning: Although this story is not rated NC 17 you can find here: bad language, major character death, mentions of rape and abuse, sexual innuendos. This is angst people, totally, completely, and utterly. You've been warned! (Although most of the chapters will be the same as the show, so basically if you're old enough to watch Buffy season 6 then I guess you can read this :-)))
Feedback: YES, Please Yes, I live by them.
Author's note: My mother tongue isn't English so please no flames.
Dedication: Thank you to Sigma for beta this fic for me:-)
Darryl J (User ID 186629 "Family Ties", you've been my dear inspiration for writing this fic
Prologue
You can't kill me
I will not die
Not now not ever
No never
I'm gonna live a long, long time
My soul raves on forever
Time has come
We will not wait
We storm the gates at dawn
Busting out of here
Into the world
Sing our victory song
You can't kill me
I will not die
I stand alone
Out on the road
I know flesh will rot
But the renegade and crazy free
Will not forgot
You can't kill me
I will not die
Not now not ever
No never
I'm gonna live a long, long time
My soul raves on forever
It was war. No one wanted it, but it still happened; no one wanted to use such hard word that picutred so much destruction and demolition, but it was war.
Trying to release Angelus in order to catch a certain demon was the first mistake made by the team of Angel Investigations. Gunn suggested they bring out Angelus, catching the demon, and bring back Angel. They considered all the options, and it seemed the best. After all, they had lots of Orbs of Tesula to summon his soul back, all the necessary ingredients for the spell. Nothing could go wrong, but it did.
The one mistake that they never imagined changed everything and brought hell to the human kind.
The new Angelus was different: he didn't go after that demon or try to kill his friends or even go after the Slayer. He had more important things to do first. He changed the curse so that the demon was permenant. Once that task was complete, he killed the demon he had been called forth to destroy, but he didn't stop there.
He killed Cordelia and Fred, not wasting time in torturing them or even feeding from them. To him, they were mere distractions.
He made Gunn and Lilah his childre and took over Wolfram and Hart. In only a month, he had very quietly and carefully gathered an army, planning for his future.
The army gathered all around the world, waiting for their Master. Angelus managed to bring together all the orders, creating a new union for all vampirekind. After three months, he had already killed all the members of the Council of Watchers, wiping out their families and friends until there was no one left alive...except one, but he would be dealt with later. The Council was now history, completely extenguished. There was no one remaining from this fine legacy,and even The Powers That Be disappeared. A new Slayer will never rise again.
Angelus entered to Sunnydale with his army and loyal childre. Easely, he took control of this hell-town, cleansing it of its human infestation. The Slayer called Buffy fought hard, as did her friends, but they all lost. Angelus was too powerful. By keeping the demon permanent, he had become the strongest vampire to ever walked the planet; he wasn't merely the Scourge of Europe...now he was the Scourge of All Mankind.
All the humans were locked in guarded camps, with some being used as food, and the rest becoming minions.
The Slayer fought hard, trying to save as many as possible, but she failed. Even her friends soon died. She was shocked to find out how different was this Angelus: he didn't care about tormenting her or her friends; he simply killed all of them...Willow, Anya, Xander, Giles, Dawn...and even Spike. She had been saved for last. By then, she didn't have a will to fight. What was the point? By the time they realized what Angelus was doing, it was too late. Mankind was lost; the council was dead...a new era had arisen, and men had lost the war without the slightest chance of fighting back. Angelus brought hell to earth, creating chaos and mingling dimensions. A new slayer wouldn't even be called after her death. It was the end, and all she could think about was dying. Maybe this time she could be with her friends and family...maybe Angel will be there. Maybe she wouldn't be called back.
She didn't fight with Angelus. She simply embraced death, welcoming its release. She was surprised to notice that Angelus didn't care, wasn't the least bit angry with her for not trying to fight him. Buffy just stood still, waiting for him to snap her neck, waiting for peace.
It never happened. Angelus didn't snap her neck or even try to turn her. Of course, the second wasn't likely. After all, it was he who told her that a slayer could never be properly turned: she would keep her soul forever and probably be even more deadly. No demon wanted that. She sighed,"Why don't you kill me? I want to die. So come on...do it!"
He just smiled,"I knew you would. But you are mine. You're my wife, consort, soul mate...I'll never let you go.
He made her immortal, not of the vampiric kind though. Since he ruled the world, humans and demons alike, he could get what he wanted.
He took Buffy with him to L.A where his new family awaited him. Gunn and Lilah were lovers, although she preferred Angelus. She could not have him though. The entire world knew Angelus desired only the Slayer. No one dared to touch or hurt her. She was their Queen even as Angelus was their Master and King.
As the days passed by, Buffy stayed in the house most of the time, Angelus having forbidden her to leave it without him. If she disobeyed him, he would lock her in their room for days or do even worse. At first she was very stubborn, trying to defeat him. When that didn't work, she tried different ways of forgetting, of leaving this hell world, of leaving him. Several times she tried to kill herself. One day, he found her on the bathroom floor. Her skin was pale and she looked like she was sleeping, her long golden hair sprawled around her face, except for the blood that trickled from her wrist. He took her, gathering her slim form to his strong embrace, cleaned her up, and put her in their huge bed. She woke up the next day, feeling as if nothing happened, although she found herself restrained to their bad with chains.
As much as she wished for it, death never came. Sometimes, those in the mansion heard screams of agony coming from their bedroom; all the minions and childre could hear. Lilah used to stand still, listening to Buffy's cries and moans as Angelus had his way with her. The things he did to her…and the things he made her do. She knew that sometimes Buffy craved his touch and even enjoyed it. But, only when it was dark, and she blocked her memory could she forget and enjoy him. Most of the time she refused him, so he took her by force. Her screams of agony...her pleadings...could have broken the hardest human heart, but there wasn't any human left for Angelus to care. Instead he delighted in it. Buffy was all alone, left for eternity with her demon lover...husband...soul mate.
A year later, she tried to use a spell to kill herself by making herself mortal again. Angelus caught her before she could suceed, and his growls of anger and possessiveness were heard for miles; both demons and humans shuddered at its power.
"I want to die!" Buffy screamed, pounding on him as if he was nothing but a rag doll, "You made me crave pain, I…I was never like that, I was…innocent" she whispered the last word so softly that even vampiric hearing barely heard. She looked at him, but his face remained calm and cold. She shoved him away in disgust. "You made me your whore" she spat at him, warm tears streaming from her hazel eyes down to her golden soft checks.
He slapped her, and she lost her balance, almost toppling from the force of his blow. He dragged her fighting, frightened body through the house, throwing her on their bed.
"You are mine!!!" he screamed at her, he tore her clothes, leaving scratches on her golden skin. "YOU ARE NOT MY WHORE. YOU ARE MY WIFE, MY MATE!!!!!"
Buffy knelt her head in submission, wrapping her arms around her naked form. "What is the use of trying anyway? I feel like dying each time…the memories…the screams…my friends…watching them die…it never stops…" her voice rose into a scream and she covered her ears with her hands, rocking her back and forth, mumbling.
Angelus took his clothes off and joined her in their bed. He held her firm, bringing her close to him. He soothed her with comforting words, stroking her golden hair, planting butterfly kisses oh her neck, whispering in her ear."Shush, my beautiful Buffy, you will get used to this love, I promise."
She leaned her head onto his broad chest, closing her eyes in defeat. There was no choice but to let him have his way with her as he whispered comforting words to her in Gaellic. When she drifted off to sleep, she could almost pretend that she was back with her Angel again. At the dark, when she didn't see his cold, lust-filled gaze, she could pretend it was him as she smelled him and felt his cold body beside her.
In the morning, when the memories returned, she refused him. She refused even to touch him, locking herself in their bathroom. He could have broken the door to get to her, but decided against it.
Buffy heard him leave, locking their bedroom door behind him. Locking her from the rest of the world again. Tears streamed down her face, as she sank to the floor in despair and emptiness, sobbing.
Five years passed by, although Buffy had stopped counting the days, weeks, or even the months, for that matter. She had forgotten all of the human holidays. Nothing was important anymore. Vampires had their own ceremonies and celebrations, which she never attended. Well, aside from her marriage to Angelus. Angelus was content to leave her alone when he attended the parties.
It was a cold November night when she decided to walk the gardens by herself. Angelus still wouldn't allow her to travel alone, but he let her buy clothes and whatever her heart desired, as long as she was accompanied by Lilah. Angelus was very generous with his money: expensive designer's clothes, fancy cars, and a vampiress named Charlotte to do Buffy's hair and beauty care. Angelus thought that his little wife would be happy to indulge herself in such things and he also wanted her pretty all the time. He never allowed her to neglect her appearance and beauty.
But Buffy wasn't interested in those things anymore. She continued to look glamourous and pretty, her striking beauty catching everyone's attention, but only Angelus and his family knew how much she hated all of them...and how much she was broken. The spark in her eyes had died when she lost everything; she was just a shell of her former self, a shadow of a human. Lilah tried to be as friendly with her as the vampiress could while obeying Angelus' instructions to guard her with her life.
As Buffy walked in the gardens, she listened to the far-off music, to the laughter and fireworks. The vampires were celebrating the Tetra feast. She couldn't care less about who this Tetra was, and so she was left alone in the huge mansion. Of course, Angelus kept guards surrounding the house to make sure she wouldn't try to escape and to keep unwelcome intruders out of the house. Angelus wasn't fooling himself. He knew that, despite being a king, he had enemies everywhere who were just waiting for an opportunity to kill him and take his Slayer. Every once in a while, someone tried. Sometimes it was a single demon; other times, it was a group. No one ever succeeded. Anyone who came near Buffy was defeated by her slayers powers. She didn't do it for Angelus, and he knew that. She did it because she didn't know what would happen to her if someone else took her. She couldn't imagine much worse, but she knew that some demons were rather...inventive.
The fireworks seethed and the music continued. Buffy sighed heavily, walking through the maze Angelus had built especially for her. A soft wind stroked her face, sending a shiver through her spine. Then she felt it: someone was behind her.
She turned around slowly, surprised to see a demon standing in front of her. How did he pass the guards?
As he approached to attack her, she didn't waste any time puzzling over it. She marched from the shadows and took her slayer stance, waiting for his attack, but he just looked at her, confused.
"How? I…it can't be…you are not…I found you!"
"Huh?" Buffy lifted an eyebrow, "What the hell are you mumbling about? Can't I just kill you and get it over with?" She drew back a fist to punch him, but he asked her to stop.
"What? You don't want to fight? What's wrong? YOU NOT IN THE MOOD?" she mocked, putting her hands on her waist.
"Who are you?" the demon finally asked.
"Me? I'm just a gal from …" she stopped, tears came to her eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had really talked to her and she didn't know what to reply. She wasn't the same Buffy anymore. She wasn't witty at all, she just fought and killed when it was necessary and existed for the rest of the time.
The demon was still waiting for her answer. She looked at him, frowning as she thought she recognized something. He looked like many demons she killed before: wrinkle face, horns coming from his head, big fat body and a stink like hell, but still something was familiar about him...but also off, as if he wasn't from here at all.
"Who are you?" she asked him, surprising herself with the fear in her voice.
"I am Gommlok, the worrier of Shadlock. Are you the Slayer?"
"I…I…" she bowed her head in defeat, "...not anymore."
He looked disappointed. "Then, who are you NOW?"
"I…I am…how did you get here? If Angelus will find you, he…"
"Angelus? Who is Angelus?"
"You're kidding, right?" she said, deadly serious until a realization hit her, "You're not from this world…you're from another dimension."
He looked at his surroundings, "Where is this place?"
"L.A"
"It can't be…" Everything looked so different here: the lights, the far-distant houses, even the former Slayer who stood in front of him, contemplating what to do with him.
"I am not from another dimension. I must kill the slayer, and, last time I checked, it was you. I don't understand...one minute I'm in Sunnydale, the next I'm here."
"Sunnydale…What!?! Sunnydale doesn't exist anymore! Is this some kind of cruel joke or something?"
"It exists, Slayer. Just a second ago, we were fighting: Me, your red-headed friend, and this blond vampire."
"No…" she mumbled, her eyes become glassy with tears, "that's impossible. Willow and Spike…they died five years ago…"
"I just fought with them, " the demon insisted.
"I don't understand…" she continued speaking to herself. But if it was true, and this demon wasn't from this world, then maybe he could kill her! He wouldn't fear Angelus. Everyone here knew what Angelus would do to anyone who touched his Slayer, but she didn't care what she was setting him up for. After all, he was a demon.
"Kill me." she commanded.
"What?" he frowned, "just like that? You will die without a fight?"
"Yes." She extended her hands to the sides showing him she had no weapons.
He stared at her for a second, then shrugged, and reached forward to snap her neck. She closed her eyes, feeling his enormous hands coming towards her, but he never touched her. She was suddenly dizzy and opened her eyes. She was staring into her best friend's face. Willow was alive!
Willow turned from her, looking at the Shadlock demon as she voiced a spell to vanquish him. The demon disappeared, his screams cut short. Willow rushed to her and hugged her. "Buffy, thank God you're ok!! Spike and I were looking everywhere for you!"
Buffy looked confused, not believing what stood in front of her. "Willow…" she whispered as she fell to the floor, blackness surrounding her.
To be continue
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1. Prologue 2. chapter 2 3. chapter 3 4. chapter 4 5. chapter 5 6. chapter 6 7. chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. chapter 9 10. chapter 10 11. chapter 11