Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy. I did not Create BTVS or ANGEL. I am a
student and a vary broke one. So please don't assume otherwise.
AN: This story is happening during Season 6 of BTVS and Season 3 of ANGEL.
BTVS Right before " As you were" and in ANGEL after 3.11. I don't remember the name. I might follow some of the story line of the TV shows but I am not sure I don't know yet where this story is going so bear with me. It's my first Buffy Fanfic and I can't wait to be reviewed. Please feel free to be as honest as possible.
Well Enjoy the reading:
Sunnydale, CA 2002
Buffy picked her clothes from the dirt floor of the crypt and put them on slowly. She winced because of the pain that ran through her body. The rustle of sheet behind her made her look at the bed. The naked form of a young man with platinum blonde hair was exposed.
His handsome when he is asleep, he looks innocent she thought. She felt tears swelling up around the corner of her eyes. She shut her eyes letting the tears fall down her cheek. She stifled a cry. She did not want for him to know. She put on her jacket and left the crypt her lover called home.
The sun would rise soon. She had not done much tonight. Other than falling into the arms of the fiend she was supposed to kill. In every generation a slayer is born. One chosen to battle the things that goes bump in the night. And instead of battling them Buffy Summers was sleeping with one. Her patrols lately always ended in a trip to Spikes lair. Her blond vampire, her lover. IT was not love between them, she knew that for certain, but after the events in her life she felt comfort in his arms. With him, when they were sleeping together nothing mattered. Not Death, not being a responsible adult, she was just Buffy in the arms of her vampire lover.
She stood in front of the porch of the yellow house she called home. She reached to touch the handle than stop. How long as it been since she climbed her window to go back to her room? Mom was still alive at the time, Dawn didn't exist than she thought. It took her longer than usual to climb to her room but she felt a little exited after doing so. It had been a while; it had made her feel young and innocent again. " AS if!" she whispered to herself. She shed her clothes and went to the bathroom. She looked terrible and felt like that too. Her new haircut made her look like a porcupine at the moment with the end curl on the outside. Her swollen lips were reminders of the night of rough sex with Spike. Suddenly she felt dirty. She got in the shower and turned the hot water. It burned her skin but she felt as if she was in need of punishment for what she had done with the vampire, what she had let him do to her.
She was using him. She was using the man. No. Spike was not a man. He was a demon and as much as the thought of them together was revolting she knew she could not give him up. She felt alive in his arms.
Buffy let out a whimper. She pressed her back on the wall of the shower and let herself slide to the tub's floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked herself. She needed the release of being able to cry but nothing came. So she stayed on the floor letting the water flow over her body. Hoping that it would not only wash her skin but also her soul.
* * *
Los Angeles, CA 2002.
Angel sat in his room, watching his son Connor sleep. If his heart were beating, it would have been bleeding by now. Of course he was a vampire so he was spared of the beating heart thing but that did not mean he could not feel the hurt.
He had gone out with the people he considered family tonight, his coworkers at Angel Investigation. They had gone seen a Ballet, Gisele. Cordelia and him had kissed. Of course they were reliving the experiences of the Prima Ballerina and her lover's of event that had long come to pass. But at the same time there was something about how good it had felt. How right it was.
When they had gotten back to the Hyperion, the hotel he called home and HQ of Angel Investigations, he had been ready to pour his heart to her. How they had grown and mature together, how it felt right to be together, how he was falling for the woman she had become. She was so different form that self-centered shallow girl he had met a few years ago in Sunnydale. She had become and outstanding young woman, that had stood up for him and that he would do anything to make her happy. But she had not heard him. She had run to the arms of another.
I should not be sad he thought. It's not like he had anything to offer her. They made a good team. She would be a good mother to Connor. I love her, and she loves me too…as a friend. He grunted. He looked at the infant asleep in his crib once more and than headed to bed. He had enough to torture himself with the memory of all the atrocity he had committed when he was Angelus, the one with the angelic face. With the restoration of his soul by a Gypsy curse, he was trying to make amends but he did not need to put lovesickness in the whole lot that was his misery.
He lied on the bed. He would not be able to sleep. His heart was too heavy for that. As soon as his head hit the pillow, slumber over took him.
* * *
In the Middle on nowhere
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, was a face of a man she thought her heart had long forgotten. She stretched a little and felt warm skin touching hers. She looked down. She was wearing his shirt. He wasn't wearing any. She looked at his face. It was still as handsome as she remembered it. She heard a small giggle. She sat up. In the middle of the two of them was a little baby. The infant was playing with his toes. He looked at her and smiled. Without hesitating she picked him up in her arms and ran her fingers on his chubby cheek. The baby stared back at her with his brown eyes. They looked so familiar to her. He grabbed her finger between his and babbled something.
The young man next to her began to stir. He opened his eyes taking in the scene. He held his breath. He could not believe his eyes. He sat on the bed. The young woman turned and looked at him. She was smiling. Her green eyes were shining and her blonde hair looked like a golden hallow around her a face. He had forgotten how beautiful she looked. She went back to the baby and kissed him. He could not remember how many times he had wanted this with her. He had to say something to her. Now that she was there next to him. Maybe he could tell her things he wished he had been able to tell her before she died and things he could not say when she came back.
" Buffy" He whispered
" Angel, who is this baby? Is it ours?" She asked, looking at him. He felt his mouth go dry. How could he tell her the truth about Connor? She looked so happy to be holding his son. Than it hit him. It was not real. He had gone to sleep.
Buffy looked at Angel. He was lost in thought. She had missed him. She still missed him even if she did not want to admit to it. The child squirmed in her arms, reaching out for Angel. He took the baby and smiled. She had never seen him smile like this. He rarely smiled when they were in Sunnydale together. He was Mr. Tall and Broody. She noticed her favorite stuff animal on the white sheet of their bed. Mr. Gordo. She picked it up and handed it to Angel. He thanked her and showed it to the Baby. She remembered that she had asked him a question about the infant. She was still waiting for the answer.
Suddenly the room began to shake. Buffy 's first instinct was to get off the bed. But when she looked at the floor she noticed that there was none. They were trapped on the bed and were surrounded by flames. They heard screams and moans as if people were being tortured. Hisses were coming from everywhere. Angel reached out and took Buffy into his arms as if by doing that he could protect from the noise.
"Together you are strong, divided you will die." Said a voice.
" He was sent to protect you, you were never meant to fall in love." Another voice flared
" Slayer!" hissed another.
"What future can you offer her, vampire!"?
" The time has come. The gathering will be soon." Cried a voice in agony. Buffy closed her eyes. She wanted to scream. Where was she? What was going on? She snuggled closer to Angel and the infant. She could not be afraid, she had to be strong for the baby and Angel. She was the Slayer. She looked around trying to peer in the fire to see who was talking. The things the voices had said, they had heard them before.
AS she looked in the fire she thought she saw something move in there. Than a faint light seem to shimmer in front of their bed. The outline of woman started to appear. Her curly hair was flying as if swayed by a light breeze. As the details of her face became clearer, the slayer cried out: " Mom?"
" Buffy, Angel …Beware …Danger is coming…. Beware…they are gathering. I can't stay longer …I will try to help…Beware…
* * *
Sunnydale, CA, 2002
" MOM!" Cried out Buffy. She opened her eyes. She was on her bed. In her room at the house and her mother was dead. It all had been a dream. But it at felt so real to her. She had seen her mother and then there had been Angel. Was it a prophetic dream? Her dream sometimes foretold what would happen. She reached a hand for the phone. She needed to talk to Giles. She dialed the number of his loft than remembered that he was not in Sunnydale anymore. He was back in London, he wanted her to learn to be a grownup and be responsible.
" I can't do this alone, " she said
AN: This story is happening during Season 6 of BTVS and Season 3 of ANGEL.
BTVS Right before " As you were" and in ANGEL after 3.11. I don't remember the name. I might follow some of the story line of the TV shows but I am not sure I don't know yet where this story is going so bear with me. It's my first Buffy Fanfic and I can't wait to be reviewed. Please feel free to be as honest as possible.
Well Enjoy the reading:
Sunnydale, CA 2002
Buffy picked her clothes from the dirt floor of the crypt and put them on slowly. She winced because of the pain that ran through her body. The rustle of sheet behind her made her look at the bed. The naked form of a young man with platinum blonde hair was exposed.
His handsome when he is asleep, he looks innocent she thought. She felt tears swelling up around the corner of her eyes. She shut her eyes letting the tears fall down her cheek. She stifled a cry. She did not want for him to know. She put on her jacket and left the crypt her lover called home.
The sun would rise soon. She had not done much tonight. Other than falling into the arms of the fiend she was supposed to kill. In every generation a slayer is born. One chosen to battle the things that goes bump in the night. And instead of battling them Buffy Summers was sleeping with one. Her patrols lately always ended in a trip to Spikes lair. Her blond vampire, her lover. IT was not love between them, she knew that for certain, but after the events in her life she felt comfort in his arms. With him, when they were sleeping together nothing mattered. Not Death, not being a responsible adult, she was just Buffy in the arms of her vampire lover.
She stood in front of the porch of the yellow house she called home. She reached to touch the handle than stop. How long as it been since she climbed her window to go back to her room? Mom was still alive at the time, Dawn didn't exist than she thought. It took her longer than usual to climb to her room but she felt a little exited after doing so. It had been a while; it had made her feel young and innocent again. " AS if!" she whispered to herself. She shed her clothes and went to the bathroom. She looked terrible and felt like that too. Her new haircut made her look like a porcupine at the moment with the end curl on the outside. Her swollen lips were reminders of the night of rough sex with Spike. Suddenly she felt dirty. She got in the shower and turned the hot water. It burned her skin but she felt as if she was in need of punishment for what she had done with the vampire, what she had let him do to her.
She was using him. She was using the man. No. Spike was not a man. He was a demon and as much as the thought of them together was revolting she knew she could not give him up. She felt alive in his arms.
Buffy let out a whimper. She pressed her back on the wall of the shower and let herself slide to the tub's floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked herself. She needed the release of being able to cry but nothing came. So she stayed on the floor letting the water flow over her body. Hoping that it would not only wash her skin but also her soul.
* * *
Los Angeles, CA 2002.
Angel sat in his room, watching his son Connor sleep. If his heart were beating, it would have been bleeding by now. Of course he was a vampire so he was spared of the beating heart thing but that did not mean he could not feel the hurt.
He had gone out with the people he considered family tonight, his coworkers at Angel Investigation. They had gone seen a Ballet, Gisele. Cordelia and him had kissed. Of course they were reliving the experiences of the Prima Ballerina and her lover's of event that had long come to pass. But at the same time there was something about how good it had felt. How right it was.
When they had gotten back to the Hyperion, the hotel he called home and HQ of Angel Investigations, he had been ready to pour his heart to her. How they had grown and mature together, how it felt right to be together, how he was falling for the woman she had become. She was so different form that self-centered shallow girl he had met a few years ago in Sunnydale. She had become and outstanding young woman, that had stood up for him and that he would do anything to make her happy. But she had not heard him. She had run to the arms of another.
I should not be sad he thought. It's not like he had anything to offer her. They made a good team. She would be a good mother to Connor. I love her, and she loves me too…as a friend. He grunted. He looked at the infant asleep in his crib once more and than headed to bed. He had enough to torture himself with the memory of all the atrocity he had committed when he was Angelus, the one with the angelic face. With the restoration of his soul by a Gypsy curse, he was trying to make amends but he did not need to put lovesickness in the whole lot that was his misery.
He lied on the bed. He would not be able to sleep. His heart was too heavy for that. As soon as his head hit the pillow, slumber over took him.
* * *
In the Middle on nowhere
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, was a face of a man she thought her heart had long forgotten. She stretched a little and felt warm skin touching hers. She looked down. She was wearing his shirt. He wasn't wearing any. She looked at his face. It was still as handsome as she remembered it. She heard a small giggle. She sat up. In the middle of the two of them was a little baby. The infant was playing with his toes. He looked at her and smiled. Without hesitating she picked him up in her arms and ran her fingers on his chubby cheek. The baby stared back at her with his brown eyes. They looked so familiar to her. He grabbed her finger between his and babbled something.
The young man next to her began to stir. He opened his eyes taking in the scene. He held his breath. He could not believe his eyes. He sat on the bed. The young woman turned and looked at him. She was smiling. Her green eyes were shining and her blonde hair looked like a golden hallow around her a face. He had forgotten how beautiful she looked. She went back to the baby and kissed him. He could not remember how many times he had wanted this with her. He had to say something to her. Now that she was there next to him. Maybe he could tell her things he wished he had been able to tell her before she died and things he could not say when she came back.
" Buffy" He whispered
" Angel, who is this baby? Is it ours?" She asked, looking at him. He felt his mouth go dry. How could he tell her the truth about Connor? She looked so happy to be holding his son. Than it hit him. It was not real. He had gone to sleep.
Buffy looked at Angel. He was lost in thought. She had missed him. She still missed him even if she did not want to admit to it. The child squirmed in her arms, reaching out for Angel. He took the baby and smiled. She had never seen him smile like this. He rarely smiled when they were in Sunnydale together. He was Mr. Tall and Broody. She noticed her favorite stuff animal on the white sheet of their bed. Mr. Gordo. She picked it up and handed it to Angel. He thanked her and showed it to the Baby. She remembered that she had asked him a question about the infant. She was still waiting for the answer.
Suddenly the room began to shake. Buffy 's first instinct was to get off the bed. But when she looked at the floor she noticed that there was none. They were trapped on the bed and were surrounded by flames. They heard screams and moans as if people were being tortured. Hisses were coming from everywhere. Angel reached out and took Buffy into his arms as if by doing that he could protect from the noise.
"Together you are strong, divided you will die." Said a voice.
" He was sent to protect you, you were never meant to fall in love." Another voice flared
" Slayer!" hissed another.
"What future can you offer her, vampire!"?
" The time has come. The gathering will be soon." Cried a voice in agony. Buffy closed her eyes. She wanted to scream. Where was she? What was going on? She snuggled closer to Angel and the infant. She could not be afraid, she had to be strong for the baby and Angel. She was the Slayer. She looked around trying to peer in the fire to see who was talking. The things the voices had said, they had heard them before.
AS she looked in the fire she thought she saw something move in there. Than a faint light seem to shimmer in front of their bed. The outline of woman started to appear. Her curly hair was flying as if swayed by a light breeze. As the details of her face became clearer, the slayer cried out: " Mom?"
" Buffy, Angel …Beware …Danger is coming…. Beware…they are gathering. I can't stay longer …I will try to help…Beware…
* * *
Sunnydale, CA, 2002
" MOM!" Cried out Buffy. She opened her eyes. She was on her bed. In her room at the house and her mother was dead. It all had been a dream. But it at felt so real to her. She had seen her mother and then there had been Angel. Was it a prophetic dream? Her dream sometimes foretold what would happen. She reached a hand for the phone. She needed to talk to Giles. She dialed the number of his loft than remembered that he was not in Sunnydale anymore. He was back in London, he wanted her to learn to be a grownup and be responsible.
" I can't do this alone, " she said
