Title: Cupid's Killer of the Dead
Author: Liz (AKA Will_ow)
Author notes: Connor is still a baby. Cordy and Angel are just friends. Spike and Buffy had their fun, but now their little 'game' is over.
Author notes 2: Spike and Buffy might seem together in the first part, but I assure you, Buffy and Angel will together in the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the story idea itself. All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc.
Content: Mostly B/A
Summary: See if you understand by the title.
Distribution: My Site. If you want to use this story, be my guest. Just tell me where you're going to put it.
Spoilers: Amends, Graduation Day Part 1 & 2.
Feedback: Yes please.
Dedication: To Kelly, for giving me some inspiration and lots of ideas, and for being my beta reader.
We see a sky view of Los Angeles, California. The city is very noisy, full of beeping cars and loud police sirens.
We pan down to the Hyperion Hotel. Everything seems to be unusually quiet; there are no cars passing by, nothing at all.
We look towards the front of the Hyperion Hotel, near the lobby door.
A body comes crashing through the door, shattering glass everywhere. We see that the man who went through the glass is Wolfram & Hart's Linwood. He seems to be hurt very badly; his clothes are torn and he has several cuts on his head, not to mention a swollen eye.
Angel rushes through the shattered door, goes to Linwood and picks his up by the collar of his expensive, now ruined jacket. Angel looks directly at Linwood, but Linwood looks down, disgusted by Angel.
Angel: Look at me, you son of a bitch!
Linwood looks up at Angel, frightened by the cold tone of his voice.
Angel: Don't you ever, EVER, touch my son again. If I hear a word from you or find out that you've hurt any part of my family, I would suggest you get out of this town before I rip your throat out.
Angel looks over his shoulder to see the group behind him. He sees Gunn and Wesley on each side of him, protectively standing their guards with weapons in their hands. Cordelia, Fred and Lorne are a few feet behind them, cooing and hushing the now restless Connor. Angel: You're lucky you didn't hurt him, because if you did, your family would be signing your coroner papers by now. You better stay away from us. You got that?
Linwood nods.
Angel: Good.
With that said, Angel punches him in the face once more before returning to the Hyperion to retrieve his son.
Linwood is too hurt to walk. He crawls to hide under a bush, and then struggles to reach for something in his pocket. He finds his cell phone, flips it open and speed dials.
Linwood: Yeah, Gavin. Send someone down to the front of the Hyperion to get me, I'm hurt -
He reaches his hand up and feels blood pouring out of a long cut across his head.
Linwood: Hurt badly. Hurry, I need to get to the hospital.
He abruptly hangs up the phone and leans against the side of the bush. He peers through some of the branches to the inside of the Hyperion. He sees Angel rocking his son in his arms, making Connor laugh. Everything seems to be cheery.
Linwood (whisper): You'll wish you hadn't done that to me, Angel. I have just the thing for you.
We cut to Sunnydale, California. We come to see Wakefield Cemetery where the Slayer is currently patrolling. By the look of her face, it seems she hasn't been in Slayer mode tonight.No vamps to kill.
She passes Kent's mausoleum and is greeted by Spike's lips on hers. Buffy struggles to get away finally kicking Spike in his gut. Buffy starts pacing away from him.
Spike: What's your problem tonight, Pet?
Buffy: I told you to stay away from me. It's over, whatever we had, if we had anything, it's over. So pop your dream bubble and get on with your undead life.
Spike: Oh, come now Slayer. You know you love me; you want me. You can't keep your hands off of me.
Spike starts roaming his hands over his chest, which makes Buffy look disgusted.
Buffy: You're sick and you're crazy. Calm yourself down before I have to knock some sense into you. Spike is now serious as he catches Buffy's saddened eyes.
Spike: What's the matter. I can see it in your eyes. Something's troubling you?
Buffy looks down at her feet, shifting slightly. She feels uncomfortable with the conversation.
Buffy: I've heard that before, Spike. You're just saying that so you can get in my pants.
Spike: I promise, I'm only lending my ears, not the rest of my body.
Buffy: That's the problem. I don't know which part of me I'll be lending.
Spike looks to the floor, hurt by her words. He feels as if no one will ever believe that he's a changed man, that he isn't the vicious killer he once used to be.
Spike: Well, if you ever want to talk, Love, I'll be in my crypt.
Buffy nods and Spike takes off.
She makes a few sweeps by the Bronze and a few sweeps by the other cemeteries. When she decides that her night is over, she discovers that she is walking in the direction of Spike's Crypt.
Buffy: Hell, no reason to turn back now.
She opens the door and walks in. She looks at Spike chug down a half a bottle of beer. He's sitting directly towards the door, as if he was expecting her to come.
Spike: I knew you'd show.
Buffy sits in a chair across from Spike. Throughout the conversation, the camera circles the two.
Buffy sighs and starts talking.
Buffy: Okay, here goes.In the past few days, I've been thinking about a lot of thing. Thoughts - thoughts that no one would ever ponder. M-my life is so messed up; it's so muddled that nothing can ever change the way it is. I'm the Slayer, I'm supposed to fight evil and be strong. I'm not supposed to have a normal life. My life is supposed to be muddled and messed up. But it's so, so tiring to have to save the world. It's tiring to have to wash your clothes every night to get the bloodstains out. It's so hard for me to make a decision in a matter of seconds in a life or death situation. It's seems like I'm doing a lot, Spike, doesn't it? But am I doing enough? You know, years before my mom died, she and I had a conversation. She asked me if a Slayer had any purpose. Does the world get any better with me fighting? Does it, Spike? Am I wasting my time being the Slayer? Couldn't I just be having a normal life now?
Spike: Buffy, I-
Buffy: Please, please, just hear me out. Sometimes I feel like I can't be the strong one anymore. G-d, I was never strong. I'm the only human being on this Earth to ever die twice and be brought back. Sometimes I feel as if the world would be better off without me. I haven't told anyone this before, but when Dawn and Willow are in bed, I go down into the kitchen and pull a knife out of the drawer. I twirl it in my hand, just amazed by the fact of how fast and how easy it would be to cut my wrist. I was amazed by the fact that every drop of blood coming out of my cut could bring me one step closer to the place I want to be. I want to die, Spike. And all I ever wanted to do was to live in peace.
Buffy starts crying, as Spike puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Spike: Look at me. You are not worthless. You are important; you've saved millions of people's lives. You are not dead.
Buffy: I'm not dead physically. But you know, you know I've been dead in here (she puts her hand over her heart) for years now when a certain someone left my life forever. My heart stopped beating the second I felt him leave Sunnydale. And the chances of being alive again are small.
Spike: If you're talking about that Bloody Poof, let me inform you that he's a moron. He's an idiot for leaving you.
Buffy: Is he really, Spike? Isn't there something wrong with me that detracts the people I love? It doesn't make me feel any better that you say that he's a moron. I'm a moron for being the way I am. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm sure that whatever it is, it pushes the people I love away from me. And I can't get over him. Like you said once before, Spike. He and I will never be friends. I'm nothing to him now. And if I'm nothing to him, I know that I'm nothing to the rest of the world. I can't go on any longer. If the Powers haven't made the decision to kill me; then I'll have to make the decision myself.
Spike: No.
Buffy: I'm going to die, Spike. Be happy for me. I'm finally going to rest, and in peace.
With that said she heads towards the door. Spike rushes her and grabs her arm.
Spike: No! I won't let you do this to yourself!
Buffy: Don't you get it, Spike? A normal life is my dream. And it ends there; it's just a dream. A dream that will never come true.
Spike: Listen to me! The world doesn't want you gone.
Buffy: No, you listen to me, Spike. I know. I know that the world doesn't want me gone. I want me gone.
She wriggles her arm free of his grasp and goes out the door into the dark night. Spike just stands there in shock, surprised by what she'd just said. He'll not let her do this; he runs after her and grabs her again.
Spike: I will not let you die. I will not just stand here and know that you'll be taking your own life.
Buffy: Am I a thing worth saving? Am I? I want myself dead.
With that, she clocks Spike on the head so hard that it knocks him out. She drags Spike back into his crypt, laying him gently on the floor. She pulls out a slip of paper from her leather jacket and places it on Spike's chest. It's a note filled with goodbye messages to Dawn, Willow, Xander, Giles, Spike and even Angel.
Buffy looks around the crypt one last time and walks to the door. Her back towards Spike she whispers.
Buffy: Goodbye, Spike. Thank you for being there for me. Take care of the ones I love.
She turns to him one last time, memorizing him. Hoping she'll remember this friend after she dies. She walks out the door, taking one step closer to her death.
Author: Liz (AKA Will_ow)
Author notes: Connor is still a baby. Cordy and Angel are just friends. Spike and Buffy had their fun, but now their little 'game' is over.
Author notes 2: Spike and Buffy might seem together in the first part, but I assure you, Buffy and Angel will together in the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the story idea itself. All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc.
Content: Mostly B/A
Summary: See if you understand by the title.
Distribution: My Site. If you want to use this story, be my guest. Just tell me where you're going to put it.
Spoilers: Amends, Graduation Day Part 1 & 2.
Feedback: Yes please.
Dedication: To Kelly, for giving me some inspiration and lots of ideas, and for being my beta reader.
We see a sky view of Los Angeles, California. The city is very noisy, full of beeping cars and loud police sirens.
We pan down to the Hyperion Hotel. Everything seems to be unusually quiet; there are no cars passing by, nothing at all.
We look towards the front of the Hyperion Hotel, near the lobby door.
A body comes crashing through the door, shattering glass everywhere. We see that the man who went through the glass is Wolfram & Hart's Linwood. He seems to be hurt very badly; his clothes are torn and he has several cuts on his head, not to mention a swollen eye.
Angel rushes through the shattered door, goes to Linwood and picks his up by the collar of his expensive, now ruined jacket. Angel looks directly at Linwood, but Linwood looks down, disgusted by Angel.
Angel: Look at me, you son of a bitch!
Linwood looks up at Angel, frightened by the cold tone of his voice.
Angel: Don't you ever, EVER, touch my son again. If I hear a word from you or find out that you've hurt any part of my family, I would suggest you get out of this town before I rip your throat out.
Angel looks over his shoulder to see the group behind him. He sees Gunn and Wesley on each side of him, protectively standing their guards with weapons in their hands. Cordelia, Fred and Lorne are a few feet behind them, cooing and hushing the now restless Connor. Angel: You're lucky you didn't hurt him, because if you did, your family would be signing your coroner papers by now. You better stay away from us. You got that?
Linwood nods.
Angel: Good.
With that said, Angel punches him in the face once more before returning to the Hyperion to retrieve his son.
Linwood is too hurt to walk. He crawls to hide under a bush, and then struggles to reach for something in his pocket. He finds his cell phone, flips it open and speed dials.
Linwood: Yeah, Gavin. Send someone down to the front of the Hyperion to get me, I'm hurt -
He reaches his hand up and feels blood pouring out of a long cut across his head.
Linwood: Hurt badly. Hurry, I need to get to the hospital.
He abruptly hangs up the phone and leans against the side of the bush. He peers through some of the branches to the inside of the Hyperion. He sees Angel rocking his son in his arms, making Connor laugh. Everything seems to be cheery.
Linwood (whisper): You'll wish you hadn't done that to me, Angel. I have just the thing for you.
We cut to Sunnydale, California. We come to see Wakefield Cemetery where the Slayer is currently patrolling. By the look of her face, it seems she hasn't been in Slayer mode tonight.No vamps to kill.
She passes Kent's mausoleum and is greeted by Spike's lips on hers. Buffy struggles to get away finally kicking Spike in his gut. Buffy starts pacing away from him.
Spike: What's your problem tonight, Pet?
Buffy: I told you to stay away from me. It's over, whatever we had, if we had anything, it's over. So pop your dream bubble and get on with your undead life.
Spike: Oh, come now Slayer. You know you love me; you want me. You can't keep your hands off of me.
Spike starts roaming his hands over his chest, which makes Buffy look disgusted.
Buffy: You're sick and you're crazy. Calm yourself down before I have to knock some sense into you. Spike is now serious as he catches Buffy's saddened eyes.
Spike: What's the matter. I can see it in your eyes. Something's troubling you?
Buffy looks down at her feet, shifting slightly. She feels uncomfortable with the conversation.
Buffy: I've heard that before, Spike. You're just saying that so you can get in my pants.
Spike: I promise, I'm only lending my ears, not the rest of my body.
Buffy: That's the problem. I don't know which part of me I'll be lending.
Spike looks to the floor, hurt by her words. He feels as if no one will ever believe that he's a changed man, that he isn't the vicious killer he once used to be.
Spike: Well, if you ever want to talk, Love, I'll be in my crypt.
Buffy nods and Spike takes off.
She makes a few sweeps by the Bronze and a few sweeps by the other cemeteries. When she decides that her night is over, she discovers that she is walking in the direction of Spike's Crypt.
Buffy: Hell, no reason to turn back now.
She opens the door and walks in. She looks at Spike chug down a half a bottle of beer. He's sitting directly towards the door, as if he was expecting her to come.
Spike: I knew you'd show.
Buffy sits in a chair across from Spike. Throughout the conversation, the camera circles the two.
Buffy sighs and starts talking.
Buffy: Okay, here goes.In the past few days, I've been thinking about a lot of thing. Thoughts - thoughts that no one would ever ponder. M-my life is so messed up; it's so muddled that nothing can ever change the way it is. I'm the Slayer, I'm supposed to fight evil and be strong. I'm not supposed to have a normal life. My life is supposed to be muddled and messed up. But it's so, so tiring to have to save the world. It's tiring to have to wash your clothes every night to get the bloodstains out. It's so hard for me to make a decision in a matter of seconds in a life or death situation. It's seems like I'm doing a lot, Spike, doesn't it? But am I doing enough? You know, years before my mom died, she and I had a conversation. She asked me if a Slayer had any purpose. Does the world get any better with me fighting? Does it, Spike? Am I wasting my time being the Slayer? Couldn't I just be having a normal life now?
Spike: Buffy, I-
Buffy: Please, please, just hear me out. Sometimes I feel like I can't be the strong one anymore. G-d, I was never strong. I'm the only human being on this Earth to ever die twice and be brought back. Sometimes I feel as if the world would be better off without me. I haven't told anyone this before, but when Dawn and Willow are in bed, I go down into the kitchen and pull a knife out of the drawer. I twirl it in my hand, just amazed by the fact of how fast and how easy it would be to cut my wrist. I was amazed by the fact that every drop of blood coming out of my cut could bring me one step closer to the place I want to be. I want to die, Spike. And all I ever wanted to do was to live in peace.
Buffy starts crying, as Spike puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Spike: Look at me. You are not worthless. You are important; you've saved millions of people's lives. You are not dead.
Buffy: I'm not dead physically. But you know, you know I've been dead in here (she puts her hand over her heart) for years now when a certain someone left my life forever. My heart stopped beating the second I felt him leave Sunnydale. And the chances of being alive again are small.
Spike: If you're talking about that Bloody Poof, let me inform you that he's a moron. He's an idiot for leaving you.
Buffy: Is he really, Spike? Isn't there something wrong with me that detracts the people I love? It doesn't make me feel any better that you say that he's a moron. I'm a moron for being the way I am. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm sure that whatever it is, it pushes the people I love away from me. And I can't get over him. Like you said once before, Spike. He and I will never be friends. I'm nothing to him now. And if I'm nothing to him, I know that I'm nothing to the rest of the world. I can't go on any longer. If the Powers haven't made the decision to kill me; then I'll have to make the decision myself.
Spike: No.
Buffy: I'm going to die, Spike. Be happy for me. I'm finally going to rest, and in peace.
With that said she heads towards the door. Spike rushes her and grabs her arm.
Spike: No! I won't let you do this to yourself!
Buffy: Don't you get it, Spike? A normal life is my dream. And it ends there; it's just a dream. A dream that will never come true.
Spike: Listen to me! The world doesn't want you gone.
Buffy: No, you listen to me, Spike. I know. I know that the world doesn't want me gone. I want me gone.
She wriggles her arm free of his grasp and goes out the door into the dark night. Spike just stands there in shock, surprised by what she'd just said. He'll not let her do this; he runs after her and grabs her again.
Spike: I will not let you die. I will not just stand here and know that you'll be taking your own life.
Buffy: Am I a thing worth saving? Am I? I want myself dead.
With that, she clocks Spike on the head so hard that it knocks him out. She drags Spike back into his crypt, laying him gently on the floor. She pulls out a slip of paper from her leather jacket and places it on Spike's chest. It's a note filled with goodbye messages to Dawn, Willow, Xander, Giles, Spike and even Angel.
Buffy looks around the crypt one last time and walks to the door. Her back towards Spike she whispers.
Buffy: Goodbye, Spike. Thank you for being there for me. Take care of the ones I love.
She turns to him one last time, memorizing him. Hoping she'll remember this friend after she dies. She walks out the door, taking one step closer to her death.