Hyde
Disclaimer: Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and any other related characters are property of Joss Whedon. I do not own anything. I don't own the music to Jekyll and Hyde. Those rights belong to Frank Wildhorn and his associates.
Summary: Good vs. Evil. Angel and Angelus battle for control and everyone else gets caught in the middle.
Rating: R. For some strong language and some graphic fight scenes.
Notes: Set during Buffy Season 6 and Angel Season 3. This originally was meant for another story. But, now it has worked its way into its own fan fiction. Just a few heads up: Connor was born. Darla never died and has teamed up with Drusilla. This fan fiction is what I would have done if Buffy had not moved from the WB.
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Interlude:
Spike pushed open the door of his mausoleum and slammed the door behind him. As he walked away from the door he suddenly stopped and felt an unknown presence. He knew he wasn't alone. "Whose there?" he asked into the darkness. Spike could see someone in the darkness. The moon light revealed the outline of someone's shoulder. Spike quickly opened his weapons chest and removed a crossbow. "I won't ask again." He said in a stern voice while aiming the crossbow at his target. "Who are you? Show yourself!" Finally, he saw two arms rise up, "Whoa!" replied the man standing in the shadows. "Calm down! And put down that crossbow that is very unlike you." Spike lowered the crossbow and looked at the person who now stood before him in the moonlight.
"Angel?"
"The one and only." Angel responded with his arms wide open.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Spike asked.
"Hey, why are you acting so touchy? You never used to act like this."
"Why are you here?"
"God, what's wrong? I can't come back to Sunnydale and visit an old friend? Calm down! You're acting like such a little school girl." Spike put down the crossbow.
Angel sat down on one of the tombs. "I've been waiting for you to get back for two hours. Nice place you got here. I guess?" Angel said looking around. He turned back to look at Spike who was putting the crossbow away.
"Where do you keep the liquor in this joint anyway?" Spike looked back up from his weapons chest and looked at Angel weirdly. "Wait a minute. I thought you gave up drinking and everything. Part of your 'I- will- separate- myself- from- everything- that- makes- me- a- vampire' program."
Angel smiled, "What, a guy can't have a drink from time to time? Well, doesn't matter. I wasn't all that thirsty anyway." Spike turned on a light.
"Why did you come all the way from Los Angeles to here?" Spike asked.
"To visit friends of course." Angel replied.
"Oh."
"And." Angel continued, "To share something with you." Spike pulled out a bottle of bourbon and placed it in front of Angel.
"There's yer liquor, mate. What is it that you want to share with me? Make it quick I've got an appointment."
"Is that so?" Angel replied taking a slug from the bottle.
"Who's your appointment with?"
"No body important." Spike replied. Suddenly the door opened and Buffy walked in and was surprised to see Angel.
"Angel?" Buffy said calmly and surprised.
"Is this, who you call 'No body, important,' Spike?" Buffy looked at Spike quickly in fear. Angel didn't notice.
"Yeah!" Spike said, "The Slayer is no one important any way. Why are you here? What do you want?" Spike said to Buffy angrily. In understanding Buffy replied as angry as Spike, "I came to get information." She replied.
"Alright!" said Spike, "One person at a time. What did you want to tell me?" Spike asked Angel.
"Well first, I think I'll say hello to Buffy here first. Hello 'honey'." Angel said to Buffy while he gave her a quick kiss on her lips.
"Alright, you've done that now. What is it you want to tell me?" Spike asked annoyed.
Angel laughed and crossed his arms behind his back as he walked over to Spike until he was eye level with him. "Stop pretending, Spike. I know you've been screwing my girl." Angel said as he turned and walked into the shadows. Both Spike and Buffy stood in shock, their mouths wide open as Angel stood in the darkness. "How did you find out?" asked an incredulous Buffy. Angel turned around quickly and in his hands he played with a cigarette pack. "Cigarette?" He offered to both of them. "Yeah." Said Spike as he took one and lit it. Angel took out his lighter and lit up his own.
"Angel, how do you know? How did you find out? Stop playing around." Buffy said. Angel puffed out a spray of smoke and snapped the Zippo shut and put it back in his pocket. "You know what is funny? That neither of you have tried to deny it yet. I find that strange." He said with a slight whisk of a laugh in his words
"What? Stop, this is unlike you."
"And it's unlike you to act like a two dollar hooker and have sex with one of your worst enemies." Angel replied taking another puff from his cigarette. Buffy stood shocked by his statement.
"Oh grow up, little girl. This isn't high school anymore." Spike threw his cigarette out of his mouth. "Hey! Watch what you say to her!"
"Shut the Hell up, Spike!" Angel replied.
"How do you bloody know?" An enraged Spike demanded.
"Temper, temper, Spike." Angel said mockingly to him with a grin.
"Damn it!" Spike shouted, "How did you find out?" Angel very calmly took another drag from his cigarette and gently breathed the smoke out. "I've recently had an understanding of something. An epiphany if you'd like. Spike, in both of our bodies there resides a demon, a second soul that replaced the first and from whence all our evil acts come from."
"Yeah, why the demonology lesson? We already know that. Get to your point!" Angel continued while letting a waft of smoke spiral out from his mouth. "Well, in my case we all know that my soul since its restoration has given me back my conscience, and the demon inside of me hasn't been able to do a damn thing about it for all of these long years. But, what if I told you that while that demon has no power, and I am with my soul and feeling my curse; that demon is still active, in hibernation if you will. Just waiting for the right moment to be set free. What if I were to tell you, that like the internet, all vampire demons are connected to a source that feels all, sees all and knows all. And that source lets that demon know what has been going on in the entire world. Especially, what's been going on in a certain little town in California. That's how I know." Spike and Buffy looked at Angel in fear. "Alright." Said Spike, "I've got a "what if" question of my own for you. If you know all that, then you must be right now, Angelus. Right?" Angel took another calm drag from his cigarette and gently breathed out the smoke. He then removed himself from the shadows and exposed his face in its full vampire ferocity. "Exactly!"
Angelus rushed forward and tackled Spike, crashing through the wooden door and out onto the grounds outside. Angelus sat up on top of Spike, pinning him down with his left hand as he raised his right fist. "That concludes our class for today." Angelus announced as he pummeled Spike with his fist. Buffy came rushing from behind, stake in hand. Angelus finished beating Spike and stood up straight abruptly and quickly spun around and kicked the stake out of Buffy's hand. He launched forward with his left fist and punched her in the face. He quickly turned around and saw Spike was unconscious and then turned to fight Buffy.
Angelus quickly walked forward and grabbed Buffy by the lapel of her coat and threw her across the cemetery grounds. He followed after her stumbling form.
"You know, enemies are not supposed to sleep with each other right?" Buffy quickly got to her feet and stood ready to fight him. "What happened to you?" she demanded to know. "How did this happen to you?"
Angelus stood ready as well. "It was your betrayal! And these latest acts of- prostitution- sent Angel over the edge until I couldn't stand to hear his whining anymore! It so overwhelmed him… me, that soon-there was no place else for him to turn. Except for me of course." Buffy was surprised at what she was hearing. Had Angel willfully allowed himself to become Angelus? Was that possible? This was too much. She swung a kick at him, he blocked it. He turned and backhanded her with his fist. He grabbed her by her hair, pulled her back to him and punched her in the face. He kicked her in the stomach, grabbed her by her wrist and forced her back towards him. He punched her repeatedly across her face. Back and forth, with the front of his hand and then the back of his fist. All the while, he did it with a straight emotionless face. He showed no mercy or any other reaction to the fight. He seemed to act as if in a trance. Buffy fell to the ground, her left eye slowly becoming swollen shut. Blood trickled down her nose, cuts on her cheeks and her lip started bleeding. He kicked her in her ribs. Buffy howled in pain and cradled her painful side. She thought she heard a rib crack. Angelus bent down and grabbed her by her hair again. "Is this the way you like to be treated, Buff? Huh? To me manhandled?
"What has gotten into you? Angel!"
"I'm not Angel!! There's only Angelus! There's always been Angelus!!!!" He shouted.
He lifted her up by her hair; grabbed her by her shirt and threw her into the wall of a mausoleum. She fell to the ground disoriented. Buffy couldn't think. Angelus' return and attack had completely disoriented her. She sat up on all fours, trying to block out the pain.
"Buffy!" Angelus turned and was soon engaged by a recovered Spike. Spike gripped Buffy's lost stake tightly as he thrust the sharpened object at Angelus' chest. Angelus side stepped it, only to be slashed across his chest. Blood spilled out like water. Spike thrust again, but his arm was blocked by Angelus. Angelus brought his elbow down on Spike's straightened arm and broke it at the elbow. Spike howled in pain as Angelus pushed him forward, punching him in the face. "When I'm done with you there won't be enough of your face for people to recognize!" Angelus punched Spike in the face. Angelus punched left then right. Continuously over and over again until long cuts appeared on Spike's face. Blood splattered like vomit from Spike's mouth, nose and face. Angelus kicked him to the ground. He grabbed a rock and knelt over him. "Did you think you could just shack up with her? 'Shag her' while I wasn't here? Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" Spike spat blood into Angelus' face. Angelus brought the rock down across Spike's face. Up and down, back and forth blood splattering into the air and all over Angelus' face, clothes and the rock.
Buffy had recovered and moved quickly as she could to come from behind. She desperately grabbed Angelus from behind. She tried desperately to tare Angelus off Spike by interlocking her arms under Angelus'. Angelus grabbed her by her arms and threw her over his head. Buffy felt herself fly through the air and then felt gravity take hold of her. She fell on her back, landing on top of a grave stone. The hard stone buried itself into her back. She heard something pop or crack. Whatever it was she couldn't tell, the pain was too much as it suddenly came instantly. She groaned and yelled in agony, unable to move. Some how over her own howl of pain, she heard Angelus approaching slowly. He knocked her off the stone and she fell onto the ground. Painfully, Buffy rolled onto her back. If she was going to die, she would look him straight in the eye.
"Why?" she asked weakly in pain.
"Why?" Angelus repeated while lying down on top of her. He traced a finger gently across her blood stained face. "To teach you a lesson. You're mine, Buff! Mine and only mine! No one else's!" Buffy looked at his crazed eyes with her swollen ones. She was in too much pain to show fear.
"How...Did…you…-" Buffy gasped out painfully.
"What?" Angelus interrupted, "Did I come back? Not sure of that yet. Still looking into it. But, look on the bright side of it, I'm back!" A devilish smile appeared on Angelus' face as he played with her hair. He took his blood stained finger and put into his mouth. He slurped it as he sucked Buffy's blood off of it. "Still the best vintage." He whispered into her ear softly. He laughed at her quietly. Buffy moved her head away from him so that she wouldn't have to look at his eyes. "You never know what is lurking behind the façade." He whispered into her ear. Buffy breathed heavily with fear and pain. He was going to kill her. She was going to die again. She didn't fear death, but this time it was coming to her as the face of the man she once loved. Or still loved? Or loved? It was his face that Death decided to wear. She prepared herself; waiting for her heart beat to stop at any moment. Surprisingly the vampire face disappeared and Angelus' lips approached hers. He kissed her deeply and passionately, like the way that she and Angel had always done in the past. Then, he moved from her lips and started to kiss her cheek, slowly moving down toward her neck. Covering every area in kisses.
An arrow suddenly shot threw the air hitting Angelus in the arm. His vampire features returned and dominated his face. He shot up from the ground roaring like a lion. "Buffy!" yelled the familiar voice of Cordelia Chase. Buffy could hear the rushing feet of other people approaching. Angelus scanned the area. He could see Wesley approaching from the rear. Gunn and Fred coming from behind him. Giles and Willow approaching from behind Cordelia. "We'll have to finish this another time, lover." If they were here who knew where the rest of Buffy's friends were? He could hear them. He bowed like an actor and ran off between the large gap between Wesley and Cordelia. Cordelia fired another bolt from her crossbow as Angelus ran away. It bounced off of a statue, barley missing him. He ran off into the darkness; jumping over statues and grave stones as he went. Too fast for the others to catch up with him.
Cordelia immediately rushed to Buffy's side. She looked into Buffy's face. She almost turned away from the sight that she saw. She had never seen someone so badly and brutally beaten. For it to be Buffy was almost overwhelming. Her face had swollen up and huge bruises covered both her eyes. Bruises seemed to cover every inch of her face. Her lips were chapped and bleeding. There was a cut over her left eyebrow. Blood slowly made its way down her nose. A large gash had opened up on her left cheek. Buffy lay still, panting quickly. "My God, Buffy." Cordelia said with concern as she put the crossbow down and started to assess Buffy's injuries. Trying to help her in anyway she could. Buffy moaned in pain where ever her hands touched. Giles suddenly was behind Cordelia. "Good Lord!" Giles was completely shocked. "If we don't get her to a hospital soon, she's going to meet up with the Good Lord." Cordelia said.
Giles immediately took off his coat and wrapped it around Buffy. He picked her up as carefully as he could. Buffy felt the pain all over. No matter how careful Giles was, the slightest touch caused the sharpest pain. Giles saw her exposed stomach littered with purple bruises, slowly turning black, in the shape of fists. "How is Spike?" Giles called out as he took control of the situation. He quickly started moving towards his car. Cordeila was right on his heels. "Unconscious and badly beaten." Willow called out. "Cordeila, Wesley, you two must come with me! Willow, help Spike and then go home to Dawn immediately! Call Xander, Anya, and Tara! Let them know what has happened."
Giles laid Buffy gently down onto the back seat of his car. Cordeila jumped in the back to hold Buffy there in place. "Gunn, Fred, as soon as you're done with Spike here, go with Willow! You can trust her." Wesley directed. Wesley jumped into the passenger seat just in time as Giles floored the gas toward the hospital.
It had been very dramatic from Buffy's dazed eyes. Giles had brushed in, with her cradled in his arms. She was immediately put onto a stretcher and wheeled away. Giles, Cordeila and Wesley had all sat patiently in the waiting room. In that time Giles had given a call to Buffy's house. Everyone was safe. Willow assured him that she had reversed Angel's welcome on the Summer's house. Spike was there and Dawn was frightened out of her mind for Buffy. "Oh, and Xander really wants to kill Angel." Willow noted to Giles. Willow informed him that she was coming down soon with Dawn to the hospital to see Buffy. "It would be best if you came in the morning." Giles informed.
Hours passed when the doctor came out and told Giles that he could see Buffy. They ran to her room. Bandages were wrapped around Buffy's head and hands. Tiny drops of morphine dripped into a tube connected into her arm. She was asleep. "How was she attacked?" the doctor asked. "She was mugged." Cordeila quickly responded. They answered all of the doctor's questions and he left. Giles looked at Buffy, his slayer, the girl who he regarded as his own daughter. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Cordeila, how did this happen? How did Angel lose his soul?" Cordeila sighed with frustration. "The truth of the matter is." Cordelia began meekly, "It was all lurking behind Angel's soul. And we didn't even know it."