Of The Past
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Oh Yes! I own Buffy and all associates. I have my very own Spike-bot and Willow makes me guilt-cookies every time she tries to give me a glamour and it ends up as a bad home-perm looking thing. Mr. Pointy is on my wall, and the big ol' insano-made tower is standing in my luscious back-yard. Sheyah, right!
Spoilers: Up to Becoming
Summary: Buffy gets sucked into the portal instead of Angel, and since they 'bonded' during the whole sex thing (My brain, my thoughts, get over it), her blood ALSO could close it, and did. But because of the diff. in person thing, she actually goes back to Angel's past, post Spike-Siring.
Pairings: All of the Angel/Spike/Darla/Dru stuff; B/All Afore-mentioned, to some extent (Some just the angsty friend stuff). May be some slash, if you want notification before it, e-mail me at almcintyre@earthlink.net. Otherwise, read and see. Will turn out Spuffy. (All hail Spuffy God)
A/N: Since no one reviewed 'Fighting Back', I took it off. I'm an evil perfectionist who pouts and whines when she doesn't get what she wants. Ha! Anyways, if you want it back, just ask. I promise to put up a better summary. Plz review, and I AM going to finish the other two. The sequel to Darkness will also come, but my muse is AGAIN on vacay for some reason. Won't be gone more than a month, I promise. Until then,
Andi
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"Now that's everything, huh? No weapons. . . No friends. . . No hope. Take all that away... and what's left?"
The vortex was growing bigger by the second, and the only way she knew of to close it was to send Angel--us-- through it. No hope. . . "Me."
Buffy caught the thrusting sword in her hands and kicked it out of Angelus' hands. The fighting drew closer to the portal, and Buffy realized that she couldn't do it. She wouldn't be able to get him through the hell-hole, though not for lack of trying. She was emotionally and physically exhausted, and she knew she wouldn't be able to pull it off. Angelus threw one last kick at her center, knocing the stake she had brought out of her waist-band out of her hand. The stake flew at his heart as she flew into the portal, both reaching their destinations at the same second.
As Buffy drew in a breath and the darkness surrounded her, she watched her lover turn to dust with wide eyes. The winds drew up and the vortex closed, and a blackness settled Buffy into oblivion.
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*Ow. OW. Why isn't there more 'ow'? This is hell, right. . .?*
Buffy sat up to find herself in the middle of a wide cobblestone street in what seemed to be the middle of the night. She drew in a shaky breath and found that it was extremely hard to breathe.
She looked down and saw herself in a tightly-corsetted dress of silk and crinolin.
*Definitely didn't have this on earlier.*
"C'mon, mate! Greece is s'posed to be bloody brilliant this time of year! Can't see why we just can't go for a bit. . ."
She looked up to see a scowling blonde head about 3 yards away, whining to a bulky man and two other female companions.
*Angel. . .*
"And I told ye, lad, after the last scene ye caused, we canna risk goin' somewhere so flashy so soon. We must lay low for a bit, get the mobs ye brought 'pon us off our backs first."
The brunette threw the blonde *Spike. . .* a glowering look to show just how angry he was with him over that incident, when he suddenly tripped over Buffy.
"Ooh, daddy, a tastey little treat has come to join us! Fly away, little bird, fly, fly!"
Dru giggled and danced around. So enthralled had she been with seeing Angel again that she hadn't moved away from where she had landed. That, and her leg hurt like HELL.
"Now, what do we have here? William, lad, be a gentleman and help the girl up."
Darla stood off a few feet and smirked down at her while Spike flashed her a disarming smile and pulled her to her feet without warning.
"Pretty little bird, sing us a song! Distant lands, distant times. . . Ooh! Not what it seems, not what SHE seems. . ."
Angel flashed Dru a scowl to hush and looked back at Buffy.
"What be your name, lass?"
*Oh, shit. . .*
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A/N: Tell me what you think! And truly, I don't care if you flame the recently-departed 'Fighting Back', 'cuz I re-read it, and frankly, I see now that it didn't have any potential. But this is my baby! Plz don't flame!!! Lots of love,
Andi
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Oh Yes! I own Buffy and all associates. I have my very own Spike-bot and Willow makes me guilt-cookies every time she tries to give me a glamour and it ends up as a bad home-perm looking thing. Mr. Pointy is on my wall, and the big ol' insano-made tower is standing in my luscious back-yard. Sheyah, right!
Spoilers: Up to Becoming
Summary: Buffy gets sucked into the portal instead of Angel, and since they 'bonded' during the whole sex thing (My brain, my thoughts, get over it), her blood ALSO could close it, and did. But because of the diff. in person thing, she actually goes back to Angel's past, post Spike-Siring.
Pairings: All of the Angel/Spike/Darla/Dru stuff; B/All Afore-mentioned, to some extent (Some just the angsty friend stuff). May be some slash, if you want notification before it, e-mail me at almcintyre@earthlink.net. Otherwise, read and see. Will turn out Spuffy. (All hail Spuffy God)
A/N: Since no one reviewed 'Fighting Back', I took it off. I'm an evil perfectionist who pouts and whines when she doesn't get what she wants. Ha! Anyways, if you want it back, just ask. I promise to put up a better summary. Plz review, and I AM going to finish the other two. The sequel to Darkness will also come, but my muse is AGAIN on vacay for some reason. Won't be gone more than a month, I promise. Until then,
Andi
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"Now that's everything, huh? No weapons. . . No friends. . . No hope. Take all that away... and what's left?"
The vortex was growing bigger by the second, and the only way she knew of to close it was to send Angel--us-- through it. No hope. . . "Me."
Buffy caught the thrusting sword in her hands and kicked it out of Angelus' hands. The fighting drew closer to the portal, and Buffy realized that she couldn't do it. She wouldn't be able to get him through the hell-hole, though not for lack of trying. She was emotionally and physically exhausted, and she knew she wouldn't be able to pull it off. Angelus threw one last kick at her center, knocing the stake she had brought out of her waist-band out of her hand. The stake flew at his heart as she flew into the portal, both reaching their destinations at the same second.
As Buffy drew in a breath and the darkness surrounded her, she watched her lover turn to dust with wide eyes. The winds drew up and the vortex closed, and a blackness settled Buffy into oblivion.
..........................................................................................................................................
*Ow. OW. Why isn't there more 'ow'? This is hell, right. . .?*
Buffy sat up to find herself in the middle of a wide cobblestone street in what seemed to be the middle of the night. She drew in a shaky breath and found that it was extremely hard to breathe.
She looked down and saw herself in a tightly-corsetted dress of silk and crinolin.
*Definitely didn't have this on earlier.*
"C'mon, mate! Greece is s'posed to be bloody brilliant this time of year! Can't see why we just can't go for a bit. . ."
She looked up to see a scowling blonde head about 3 yards away, whining to a bulky man and two other female companions.
*Angel. . .*
"And I told ye, lad, after the last scene ye caused, we canna risk goin' somewhere so flashy so soon. We must lay low for a bit, get the mobs ye brought 'pon us off our backs first."
The brunette threw the blonde *Spike. . .* a glowering look to show just how angry he was with him over that incident, when he suddenly tripped over Buffy.
"Ooh, daddy, a tastey little treat has come to join us! Fly away, little bird, fly, fly!"
Dru giggled and danced around. So enthralled had she been with seeing Angel again that she hadn't moved away from where she had landed. That, and her leg hurt like HELL.
"Now, what do we have here? William, lad, be a gentleman and help the girl up."
Darla stood off a few feet and smirked down at her while Spike flashed her a disarming smile and pulled her to her feet without warning.
"Pretty little bird, sing us a song! Distant lands, distant times. . . Ooh! Not what it seems, not what SHE seems. . ."
Angel flashed Dru a scowl to hush and looked back at Buffy.
"What be your name, lass?"
*Oh, shit. . .*
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A/N: Tell me what you think! And truly, I don't care if you flame the recently-departed 'Fighting Back', 'cuz I re-read it, and frankly, I see now that it didn't have any potential. But this is my baby! Plz don't flame!!! Lots of love,
Andi