Authors Notes:
This story is based completely on a saga Author Nurjen has been developing for some time now. The story is so fascinating, that I needed to write something in that universe. To read this story you must have read the following stories. They are long and TOTALLY worth it. I venture to say, they are the best Buffy/Angel Fanfics out there. You won't be disappointed.
Chronicles of Angel Book 1 s/9062217/1/The-Chronicles-of-Angel-Book-1
Chronicles of Angel Book 2 s/9117398/1/The-Chronicles-of-Angel-Book-2
Chronicles of Angel Book 3 s/9249997/1/The-Chronicles-of-Angel-Book-3
Chronicles of Angel Book 4 s/9527722/1/The-Chronicles-of-Angel-Book-4
Nurjen's Link u/2065276/nurjen08
This fic is set in the summer after book 4 and before book 5. Hope you enjoy. It is expanding what Nurjen wrote on episode roommate on season 4. The Basics you need to know. Buffy is the 250 year old cursed vampire with a soul and she helps Angel the only Male Slayer ever. Elizabeth is the vampire Buffy was before she was cursed with a soul. All the other characters remain the same.
-PROLOGUE
WE KISS
The stars.
We ride.
We are.
Your name.
Desire.
Your flesh.
We are.
(Chorus)
Cold so cold,
we are.
So cold so cold.
Cold so cold,
we are.
Cold so clod.
Your mouth.
These words.
Silence.
It turns.
Our name.
We laugh.
My head.
False past.
(Chorus)
Cold so cold,
we are.
So cold so cold.
Cold so cold,
we are.
So cold so cold.
Cold so cold.
We are.
So cold so cold.
Cold so cold.
We are.
So cold so cold.
COLD – STATIC X
1790 –Outside of London
Sir Andrew Landry wrapped his arms around his body trying to protect himself from the cold. A flash of lightning revealed his grim face. The loud thunder drowned out the mumbles of his men standing drenched and outside the graveyard.
"She is in the graveyard", Landry said as he turned his attention to the gravesite. "We cannot take her lightly. She is monster".
The rain poured hard. And the men looked worried. Going inside a grave yard in the middle of the night in the middle of a downpour was not what anyone had in mind. Death was in the air. They wondered if they were the hunters or the hunted
Landry frowned at his men. He could smell their fear. Elizabeth the vampire had been eluding him for some time now. She was a vicious killer. She needed to be put down. He looked unto the graveyard and saw only dark shadows and silhouettes of gravestones and mausoleums. Lightning and thunder again. The weather was not helping. He slowly walked into the grave yard. His men saw their leader enter and reluctantly followed. The stench of death was almost palpable.
Laundry pulled out his stake and walked inside the grave yard. The mud curdled under his feet as he slowly waked towards his doom. He saw in the middle of the property a small chapel. It was the only place the vampire could be hiding. The rain poured hard as Laundry and his men reached the structure. It was do or die.
"Surround the chapel", Landry ordered. "Stake her if she walks out"
Landry opened the door and walked in. As soon as he was inside he wished he hadn't. At least a dozen bodies were sprawled on the floor. The vampire hunter walked slowly towards the center of the building.
"Sir Andrew", a female voice chimed in the darkness. "You are persistent aren't you?"
"Show yourself demon". Landry ordered as he pulled out a crucifix. "Fear the wrath of God"
A small light danced about 30 feet in front of him. In the faint light he could see the beautiful vampire smile. Her green eyes reflected the ghostly light. Her smile was wicked. "You are bringing God into these proceedings?", Elizabeth asked as he walked slowly in front of him. "I thought you did not need him to end me"
"Quiet demon!", Landry barked. "This will be the day that I make you pay for your crimes"
"You will make me pay?", Elizabeth laughed at the idea and her wicked smiled turned to scowl. "You remind me of my father", she bluntly said. She than composed herself and kept walking slowly around the dead bodies at her feet. "Of course you remind me of him before I took his life"
Landry tried to hide his fear as the vampire walked around him. His men were ready, he thought to himself. They would take her out if he did not make it alive. He readied himself to strike.
Elizabeth smiled. She admired his perseverance. The demon hunter had been chasing her throughout all the land. Nor his advanced age nor her immortality had winded him down. But she was getting tired of his antics. She was tired of his ego and pride. "Before you strike", Elizabeth said. "Let me just express my disappointment in you in not taking notice in my gift to you".
Landry frowned not understanding. He saw Elizabeth throw her candle stick onto the floor. Immediately the oil stained ground caught fire. Laundry watched in horror as the flames danced around the dead bodies. He recognized the face of one of the bodies and took a step back in dread. The face belonged to one of his brothers. Only that the face did not match the head or the body. He looked at another and saw another brother's head in the body of a woman. He also saw children and women. Their insides spilled out.
"Surprise!", Elizabeth exclaimed extending her hands cheerfully. "The entire Landry clan is here to meet you!".
Landry tried to scream in terror, but no sound came from his open mouth.
"You should go home", Elizabeth said with a wicked smile. "Maybe your wife is still waiting for you". And saying this the devilish vampire skipped out the front door.
Rage invaded Landry as he stormed out following his nemesis. As he reached the grave yard his face fell as well as his heart. The bodies of his men were all in a pile. Their heads severed from their bodies. Their heads all impaled around the heap.
Laundry feel on his knees. Tears failing from his eyes. He turned his attention towards the heavens and screamed. Not even the thunder could drown out his frustration. Lightning and thunder clashed.