Author: Darkend_Faith
Rating: PG, I guess it'll probably get worse
Disclaimer: I don't own them well duh!
Severed Hope
She'd been back now, back for weeks and still felt like home was on the horizon. But so completely gone. Hopeless. She'd been severed. Severed from her heart, her soul, and this world. She was lost.
Buffy was on patrol again hoping spike wouldn't show himself tonight. She was restless. Again. After Xander had summoned that lame singing demon, everyone had assumed she was all right. But really, she was doing exactly what she'd been doing since highschool. Pretending, pretending to live. She didn't know how to live anymore. Even her little sister was living it up. But Buffy was spiraling and Spike wasn't even the bottom. She was afraid of what would be.
"Hey slayer." Drawled the bleach blonde vampire.
Buffy jumped. "Get lost spike." Was her not so subtle reply.
"Ready for a little rough and tumble?"
"What?"
"Well there's a fledge right infront of you slayer. Losing your touch"
As he uttered his last word, the vamp had been dust.
"Spike I really don't need this right now." Said the emotionless slayer.
"Well then pound me, get it out, I can take you!" he said with his blunt charm.
She swung he ducked. And they began to play. Kick. Flip. Swing duck. She was nothing but the fight her only felling hatred her only thought, kill. It sang in her veins, a primal force bent on destruction and fury. Extinguish the darkness it purred and she would comply willingly. *Whack* He hit her, Spike hit her hard, a roundhouse kick right to her cranium. It hurt he was causing her pain. She looked like a deer in headlights, and did the only thing she could. She ran. She weaved in between the graves, up and down streets, through her door up the stairs and into her room. Her heart was pounding in her chest. How had Spike gotten through her defenses? She asked herself she was a much better fighter it was... a mistake. She was just tired. Rest she needed a nice long sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she had. She got under the covers she didn't bother with clothes and promptly fell asleep.
"Holtz." Said the demon that had called the 17^th century man to hunt Angelus. "Our plan is in affect it should be here soon."
"Excellent just the right kind of motivation, you see is all that is needed."
Buffy was wandering, wandering through an alley. How had she gotten here? It was raining yet she was not getting wet. There were people up ahead. A familiar man was kneeling on the ground next to an obviously pregnant woman she was somehow familiar aswell. A meek looking girl stood behind them she didn't recognize her at all though. Buffy looked closer worry etched over their features. The woman on the ground was moaning in pain. Maybe in labor? The man was holding her hand and the she burst into dust leaving a tiny child on the cold bare asphalt. The picture became clearer the edges sharper. And then she realized what she'd just seen Angel was holding the baby and the woman had been... Darla... was supplied instantly to her question. But how that of been Darla she'd seen her staked almost six years ago to the day. She looked once more at the seen with confusion until she was swept away into another sleepless dream.
Angel couldn't get enough of his tiny son, rocking him gently on the bed. They were presently at the newly barricaded Hyperion Hotel. Angel was deep in thought when Cordelia came in. He had been thinking about how little Connor would let him hold. Whenever placed in Fang Gang member's arms he would immediately start to cry and squirm. " Hey Angel. Whats the what with him." She said pointing at the baby.
"He's fine Cordelia, just the same as the last two minutes ago." Angel answered a little impatiently.
"I was just worried Angel. He's a little... weird ya know."
"Because he won't let anyone touch him you mean?"
"Well duh!" she stated exaspretly. He remembered what the host had said about this very subject. That the baby was probably just missing his mother. A problem Angel couldn't solve, as Darla was currently dust.
"Angel, what if Holtz comes after us, what are we going to do?" Cordy asked tentatively.
"Help him that's all we can do."
It was dark, that's all buffy could figure from her vantagepoint of a... wall. Great I wonder what this ride has in store. She thought cynically. Then she saw him; Angel walked into the room his eyes dark. Despair etched in his features. She wanted to know what was wrong, why he was obviously so hurt. But she couldn't could she? No he had left her it wasn't her job to comfort him anymore. Wow, his depressed state was sure contagious. Then the demon with most pure un-adultered hatred toward the slayer herself stepped out of the shadows. And the rest was blur of barely repressed memories. She watched as Angel had his epiphany. Then she was swept away again.
"I-I don't know whats going on I told you!" said Dawn exasperatedly.
For she had been repeating this phrase for the last hour.
"Dawny we just wanna help her out, there's something wrong and you know something about it." Said Willow as nicely as possible - as Dawn was still mad at her.
"I know but I-I its not my secret to tell and it won't hurt anybody I swear."
It was dark. Again. She could barely hear a fight in the background.
She felt him here helpless like herself, and with the new knowledge that HE couldn't protect her, she truly felt lost. And in that instant her soul shattered, heart crumbled, she had broken the bond with Angel, Buffy was dying, and she knew when she awoke. She would be on the hunt. And become what she truly was.
Rating: PG, I guess it'll probably get worse
Disclaimer: I don't own them well duh!
Severed Hope
She'd been back now, back for weeks and still felt like home was on the horizon. But so completely gone. Hopeless. She'd been severed. Severed from her heart, her soul, and this world. She was lost.
Buffy was on patrol again hoping spike wouldn't show himself tonight. She was restless. Again. After Xander had summoned that lame singing demon, everyone had assumed she was all right. But really, she was doing exactly what she'd been doing since highschool. Pretending, pretending to live. She didn't know how to live anymore. Even her little sister was living it up. But Buffy was spiraling and Spike wasn't even the bottom. She was afraid of what would be.
"Hey slayer." Drawled the bleach blonde vampire.
Buffy jumped. "Get lost spike." Was her not so subtle reply.
"Ready for a little rough and tumble?"
"What?"
"Well there's a fledge right infront of you slayer. Losing your touch"
As he uttered his last word, the vamp had been dust.
"Spike I really don't need this right now." Said the emotionless slayer.
"Well then pound me, get it out, I can take you!" he said with his blunt charm.
She swung he ducked. And they began to play. Kick. Flip. Swing duck. She was nothing but the fight her only felling hatred her only thought, kill. It sang in her veins, a primal force bent on destruction and fury. Extinguish the darkness it purred and she would comply willingly. *Whack* He hit her, Spike hit her hard, a roundhouse kick right to her cranium. It hurt he was causing her pain. She looked like a deer in headlights, and did the only thing she could. She ran. She weaved in between the graves, up and down streets, through her door up the stairs and into her room. Her heart was pounding in her chest. How had Spike gotten through her defenses? She asked herself she was a much better fighter it was... a mistake. She was just tired. Rest she needed a nice long sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she had. She got under the covers she didn't bother with clothes and promptly fell asleep.
"Holtz." Said the demon that had called the 17^th century man to hunt Angelus. "Our plan is in affect it should be here soon."
"Excellent just the right kind of motivation, you see is all that is needed."
Buffy was wandering, wandering through an alley. How had she gotten here? It was raining yet she was not getting wet. There were people up ahead. A familiar man was kneeling on the ground next to an obviously pregnant woman she was somehow familiar aswell. A meek looking girl stood behind them she didn't recognize her at all though. Buffy looked closer worry etched over their features. The woman on the ground was moaning in pain. Maybe in labor? The man was holding her hand and the she burst into dust leaving a tiny child on the cold bare asphalt. The picture became clearer the edges sharper. And then she realized what she'd just seen Angel was holding the baby and the woman had been... Darla... was supplied instantly to her question. But how that of been Darla she'd seen her staked almost six years ago to the day. She looked once more at the seen with confusion until she was swept away into another sleepless dream.
Angel couldn't get enough of his tiny son, rocking him gently on the bed. They were presently at the newly barricaded Hyperion Hotel. Angel was deep in thought when Cordelia came in. He had been thinking about how little Connor would let him hold. Whenever placed in Fang Gang member's arms he would immediately start to cry and squirm. " Hey Angel. Whats the what with him." She said pointing at the baby.
"He's fine Cordelia, just the same as the last two minutes ago." Angel answered a little impatiently.
"I was just worried Angel. He's a little... weird ya know."
"Because he won't let anyone touch him you mean?"
"Well duh!" she stated exaspretly. He remembered what the host had said about this very subject. That the baby was probably just missing his mother. A problem Angel couldn't solve, as Darla was currently dust.
"Angel, what if Holtz comes after us, what are we going to do?" Cordy asked tentatively.
"Help him that's all we can do."
It was dark, that's all buffy could figure from her vantagepoint of a... wall. Great I wonder what this ride has in store. She thought cynically. Then she saw him; Angel walked into the room his eyes dark. Despair etched in his features. She wanted to know what was wrong, why he was obviously so hurt. But she couldn't could she? No he had left her it wasn't her job to comfort him anymore. Wow, his depressed state was sure contagious. Then the demon with most pure un-adultered hatred toward the slayer herself stepped out of the shadows. And the rest was blur of barely repressed memories. She watched as Angel had his epiphany. Then she was swept away again.
"I-I don't know whats going on I told you!" said Dawn exasperatedly.
For she had been repeating this phrase for the last hour.
"Dawny we just wanna help her out, there's something wrong and you know something about it." Said Willow as nicely as possible - as Dawn was still mad at her.
"I know but I-I its not my secret to tell and it won't hurt anybody I swear."
It was dark. Again. She could barely hear a fight in the background.
She felt him here helpless like herself, and with the new knowledge that HE couldn't protect her, she truly felt lost. And in that instant her soul shattered, heart crumbled, she had broken the bond with Angel, Buffy was dying, and she knew when she awoke. She would be on the hunt. And become what she truly was.