TITLE: KILLING ANGELUS
SETTING: S2 AU Fic.
SUMMARY: What if Angelus killed both Buffy AND Kendra, and another slayer was called to kill Angelus. And as an even further "what if", what if Angelus wound up falling for her? AUS/OTHER.
RATING: R for violence, sex, language, drugs, basically everything that's an R-ish kinda R. Cept there are no drugs. I don't think. If ya want em, lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Lemme put it this way. If you don't review I'm gonna come to your house with something sharp.
DISCLAIMER: This whole thing, all of it, not mine. Cept it is, because it's my plot and my new character so ha! If you wanna post this anywhere, email me first. I'll probably be ok with it, I just wanna know first.
AN: I hate B/A. With a firey passion. I like Angel fine, and Buffy's ok i guess. But together they piss me off beyond belief. It always pissed me off that one of them never killed the other not to save the world, but because they were so fucking annoyed with the other one. I like Angel with other people, tho. He needs someone with more brains and more spunk, and that's what I'm doing here. So deal with it, you sobs. IF YOU LIKE BA JUST GIVE THIS A CHANCE AND IGNORE MY PREVIOUS COMMENT ABOUT HATING BA BECAUSE I NEED REVIEWS DAMMIT! But anyway, this is my way of solving what really got me p'od at s2. One of them died at the WILL, very key word, WILL of the other. No, my characters name is not Will. Leave me alone.
PROLOGUE: THE MISSION
PART ONE: ANGELUS
Two simple slits of their throats and all Angelus' problems were over. That stupid, blonde, ditzy bitch of a slayer was dead. And he could now go about his evil doings.
First, of course, he'd tried to drive her crazy. But somehow it usually wound up with her kicking his ass. So he decided to follow Spike's advice -what a creepy thought- and go into a fight with the intention to kill.
It worked. Spike did know some stuff about killing slayers. He'd bagged two. Now Angelus had done the same. Both Kendra and Buffy had gone into the fray of the fight against him, and they were both dead.
Now he smiled down at the two corpses, covered in their own blood, one of the girl who loved him too much to be able to kill him, and one of the girl who wasn't strong enough to kill him. Either way, neither of them were prepared. Or enough of a challenge. Angelus was in desperate need of a challenge to keep motivating himself.
Where would he find it? In the humans, the innocent beings, in mass killings of them? In another Slayer, someone stronger than these two, with the intelligence and bravery and wit that could outsmart and outfight him? Or in one of his own kind, a demon, a vampire, that would slap him around enough to motivate him to use his best moves? Somehow, he doubted that killing humans would be enough, or that there would be another demon that would give him such a challenge. And a slayer with those qualities would be hard to find, although hard to beat. It would never happen, he thought, looking down at the dead blonde that his lameass soul had loved so much.
He didn't know what his other half saw in her besides an incompetent, lucky little princess who pretended to be strong and innocent. Innocent maybe, but strong, well, there's more to strength than muscle. Inner strength is almost more important for a slayer. Sure, she had some of it, but she didn't have enough. Her book smarts were, erm, less than average, as far as he knew, but her wit was pretty fucking pathetic. So, what was it that Angel had seen in her besides the cute little body and big boobs? Oh, right. Nothing.
So Angelus turned from the four bodies, smiling at his accomplishment, and left the library. Two Slayers, one Watcher, and one cheerleader, all in one fight. Pretty fucking good, in his opinion. But not good enough. Nobody was enough for him. Yet, anyway. He knew that his challenge would come soon. And he'd welcome it with open arms.
PART TWO: CADEN
Caden tapped her pencil on her desk over and over, looking out the window. She sighed, annoyed at how slow the rest of the science class was moving. Why were they in AP if they couldn't grasp the goddamn material? She already knew the answer. Quantum leaps, she wanted to scream, quantum fucking leaps!
She brushed her thick, dark hair over her shoulder with one hand, and then started to twirl one long, soft strand in her right hand while tapping her pencil with her left.
"Um, quantum leaps?" Bayle finally answered the question.
"It's about time." Caden mumbled to herself.
"Ms. Andrews? Something you'd like to share with the rest of class?" Her teacher asked her. She shrugged, put on a fake smile and shook her head.
"Nothing at all, ma'am," she replied coolly.
"Good. Now, if the electron makes quantum leaps, can it-" Caden looked out of the third story window down at the quad. People who had their free periods currently- the lucky bastards -were down there, joking around, flirting, fighting, all the same, really. Caden glanced up at the sky whose pale blue color matched her eyes. She looked at the clouds. Cirrionimbus cloud formations, she thought.
Enough science, she decided. Her mind started to wander back to her training session last night. The whole thing hadn't gone over so good. Wesley and her had gotten into another argument about slayage.
"When am I gonna need it anyway?" She mumbled to herself unknowingly.
"Ms. Andrews?" The teacher asked. She looked up, aware of the current situation.
"Huh?" She asked, pretending to be dumb.
"Would you care to tell me how to do an electron configuration?" What the fuck is that?! Caden thought, panicking.
"Uh...see..."
There was a knock on the door and the guidance counselor entered the room.
"Miss James?" She asked the teacher.
"Yes?"
"The office needs to see Caden Andrews. The man downstairs says it's a family emergency."
Caden's heart stopped. What was going on? The entire class looked at her, eyes wondering, confused. Death. They were so afraid of it. Caden was just surprised that anybody would alert her if her parents were dead, seeing as she hadn't been anywhere near them in about a year. Her mom was in rehab, which she didn't exactly care to visit, and her father was off in Europe settling some bigass lawsuits. Who gaves a shit? Not me, that's for sure. Hell, I'd probably do the fucking cabbage patch if one of them was off my roster, Caden thought to herself.
Caden stood up, and followed the counselor down the three flights of stairs and to the office.
"Just through there, to the principal's office." The counselor said to me. Caden shrugged nonchalantly and opened the door, where Wesley, an old, gray haired man in a tweed suit, and Principal Toquin were talking softly. They looked up to see her enter.
"Hey. What's going on, Wes?" Caden asked the all too familiar Brit.
"Caden, this is Mr. Quentin Travers, head of the- erm. Your great uncle." Wes corrected himself at the last minute.
"Hello, Caden. We've just settled it. You're going to come with us."
"Uh, okay. Should I get my stuff?"
"No. You need to come right now."
The principal stood, watching this little scene.
"You can't just take her out. I need an explanation as to what's going on."
Quickly, Wes intervened. "Caden your father's dead. Let's go."
Before the principal could say another word, the Watcher herded her out of the room and out the doors of her school. The other man followed.
"What's going on, Wes?" Caden asked once they were outside, "I know my dad's not dead! You're the worst fucking liar ever!"
"Language," Wes reminded her.
"Screw it. Look, I demand an explanation. Who the hell is this guy?"
Wesley stopped, and so did the others. "Mr. Travers, Caden Andrews. Caden, this is Mr. Travers. The head of the Watcher's Council."
"What's he doing here, then?" Caden asked.
"I'm here to inform you of your destiny, Caden." The old man said.
"Been there, been informed of that."
"You are now the Slayer."
"You mean officially?" Caden asked, eyes darting to and from each person.
"Yes. The old slayer has been killed by a demon who is most dangerous, and you need to go and quash the situation as soon as possible. I hate to put you in such danger as you have just been called, but with your three years of training, I'm sure you know the basics. You and your Watcher will go this afternoon to Sunnydale-" Mr. Travers stated.
"Where's that?"
"California."
"I'm not moving to California!"
"You have to, Caden, it's your destiny." Wesley butted in.
"Screw that. I'm not leaving Seattle."
"Screw Seattle. Do you want an apocalypse?" Wesley sniped.
"Psh. Like that'll happen. What kind of a demon is this?"
"Angelus. A vampire feared for centuries. Wesley will fill you in on the plane." Mr. Travers said.
"My stuff-"
"Packed and in the car." Wesley said.
"Where will we-"
"You'll be staying in an apartment complex last owned by the late watcher Rupert Giles." Mr. Travers replied.
"Guess it's all said and done, huh?" Caden shrugged.
"Not all." Wesley reminded the young Slayer.
"Then let's kill this little shit and get some coffee after."
SETTING: S2 AU Fic.
SUMMARY: What if Angelus killed both Buffy AND Kendra, and another slayer was called to kill Angelus. And as an even further "what if", what if Angelus wound up falling for her? AUS/OTHER.
RATING: R for violence, sex, language, drugs, basically everything that's an R-ish kinda R. Cept there are no drugs. I don't think. If ya want em, lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Lemme put it this way. If you don't review I'm gonna come to your house with something sharp.
DISCLAIMER: This whole thing, all of it, not mine. Cept it is, because it's my plot and my new character so ha! If you wanna post this anywhere, email me first. I'll probably be ok with it, I just wanna know first.
AN: I hate B/A. With a firey passion. I like Angel fine, and Buffy's ok i guess. But together they piss me off beyond belief. It always pissed me off that one of them never killed the other not to save the world, but because they were so fucking annoyed with the other one. I like Angel with other people, tho. He needs someone with more brains and more spunk, and that's what I'm doing here. So deal with it, you sobs. IF YOU LIKE BA JUST GIVE THIS A CHANCE AND IGNORE MY PREVIOUS COMMENT ABOUT HATING BA BECAUSE I NEED REVIEWS DAMMIT! But anyway, this is my way of solving what really got me p'od at s2. One of them died at the WILL, very key word, WILL of the other. No, my characters name is not Will. Leave me alone.
PROLOGUE: THE MISSION
PART ONE: ANGELUS
Two simple slits of their throats and all Angelus' problems were over. That stupid, blonde, ditzy bitch of a slayer was dead. And he could now go about his evil doings.
First, of course, he'd tried to drive her crazy. But somehow it usually wound up with her kicking his ass. So he decided to follow Spike's advice -what a creepy thought- and go into a fight with the intention to kill.
It worked. Spike did know some stuff about killing slayers. He'd bagged two. Now Angelus had done the same. Both Kendra and Buffy had gone into the fray of the fight against him, and they were both dead.
Now he smiled down at the two corpses, covered in their own blood, one of the girl who loved him too much to be able to kill him, and one of the girl who wasn't strong enough to kill him. Either way, neither of them were prepared. Or enough of a challenge. Angelus was in desperate need of a challenge to keep motivating himself.
Where would he find it? In the humans, the innocent beings, in mass killings of them? In another Slayer, someone stronger than these two, with the intelligence and bravery and wit that could outsmart and outfight him? Or in one of his own kind, a demon, a vampire, that would slap him around enough to motivate him to use his best moves? Somehow, he doubted that killing humans would be enough, or that there would be another demon that would give him such a challenge. And a slayer with those qualities would be hard to find, although hard to beat. It would never happen, he thought, looking down at the dead blonde that his lameass soul had loved so much.
He didn't know what his other half saw in her besides an incompetent, lucky little princess who pretended to be strong and innocent. Innocent maybe, but strong, well, there's more to strength than muscle. Inner strength is almost more important for a slayer. Sure, she had some of it, but she didn't have enough. Her book smarts were, erm, less than average, as far as he knew, but her wit was pretty fucking pathetic. So, what was it that Angel had seen in her besides the cute little body and big boobs? Oh, right. Nothing.
So Angelus turned from the four bodies, smiling at his accomplishment, and left the library. Two Slayers, one Watcher, and one cheerleader, all in one fight. Pretty fucking good, in his opinion. But not good enough. Nobody was enough for him. Yet, anyway. He knew that his challenge would come soon. And he'd welcome it with open arms.
PART TWO: CADEN
Caden tapped her pencil on her desk over and over, looking out the window. She sighed, annoyed at how slow the rest of the science class was moving. Why were they in AP if they couldn't grasp the goddamn material? She already knew the answer. Quantum leaps, she wanted to scream, quantum fucking leaps!
She brushed her thick, dark hair over her shoulder with one hand, and then started to twirl one long, soft strand in her right hand while tapping her pencil with her left.
"Um, quantum leaps?" Bayle finally answered the question.
"It's about time." Caden mumbled to herself.
"Ms. Andrews? Something you'd like to share with the rest of class?" Her teacher asked her. She shrugged, put on a fake smile and shook her head.
"Nothing at all, ma'am," she replied coolly.
"Good. Now, if the electron makes quantum leaps, can it-" Caden looked out of the third story window down at the quad. People who had their free periods currently- the lucky bastards -were down there, joking around, flirting, fighting, all the same, really. Caden glanced up at the sky whose pale blue color matched her eyes. She looked at the clouds. Cirrionimbus cloud formations, she thought.
Enough science, she decided. Her mind started to wander back to her training session last night. The whole thing hadn't gone over so good. Wesley and her had gotten into another argument about slayage.
"When am I gonna need it anyway?" She mumbled to herself unknowingly.
"Ms. Andrews?" The teacher asked. She looked up, aware of the current situation.
"Huh?" She asked, pretending to be dumb.
"Would you care to tell me how to do an electron configuration?" What the fuck is that?! Caden thought, panicking.
"Uh...see..."
There was a knock on the door and the guidance counselor entered the room.
"Miss James?" She asked the teacher.
"Yes?"
"The office needs to see Caden Andrews. The man downstairs says it's a family emergency."
Caden's heart stopped. What was going on? The entire class looked at her, eyes wondering, confused. Death. They were so afraid of it. Caden was just surprised that anybody would alert her if her parents were dead, seeing as she hadn't been anywhere near them in about a year. Her mom was in rehab, which she didn't exactly care to visit, and her father was off in Europe settling some bigass lawsuits. Who gaves a shit? Not me, that's for sure. Hell, I'd probably do the fucking cabbage patch if one of them was off my roster, Caden thought to herself.
Caden stood up, and followed the counselor down the three flights of stairs and to the office.
"Just through there, to the principal's office." The counselor said to me. Caden shrugged nonchalantly and opened the door, where Wesley, an old, gray haired man in a tweed suit, and Principal Toquin were talking softly. They looked up to see her enter.
"Hey. What's going on, Wes?" Caden asked the all too familiar Brit.
"Caden, this is Mr. Quentin Travers, head of the- erm. Your great uncle." Wes corrected himself at the last minute.
"Hello, Caden. We've just settled it. You're going to come with us."
"Uh, okay. Should I get my stuff?"
"No. You need to come right now."
The principal stood, watching this little scene.
"You can't just take her out. I need an explanation as to what's going on."
Quickly, Wes intervened. "Caden your father's dead. Let's go."
Before the principal could say another word, the Watcher herded her out of the room and out the doors of her school. The other man followed.
"What's going on, Wes?" Caden asked once they were outside, "I know my dad's not dead! You're the worst fucking liar ever!"
"Language," Wes reminded her.
"Screw it. Look, I demand an explanation. Who the hell is this guy?"
Wesley stopped, and so did the others. "Mr. Travers, Caden Andrews. Caden, this is Mr. Travers. The head of the Watcher's Council."
"What's he doing here, then?" Caden asked.
"I'm here to inform you of your destiny, Caden." The old man said.
"Been there, been informed of that."
"You are now the Slayer."
"You mean officially?" Caden asked, eyes darting to and from each person.
"Yes. The old slayer has been killed by a demon who is most dangerous, and you need to go and quash the situation as soon as possible. I hate to put you in such danger as you have just been called, but with your three years of training, I'm sure you know the basics. You and your Watcher will go this afternoon to Sunnydale-" Mr. Travers stated.
"Where's that?"
"California."
"I'm not moving to California!"
"You have to, Caden, it's your destiny." Wesley butted in.
"Screw that. I'm not leaving Seattle."
"Screw Seattle. Do you want an apocalypse?" Wesley sniped.
"Psh. Like that'll happen. What kind of a demon is this?"
"Angelus. A vampire feared for centuries. Wesley will fill you in on the plane." Mr. Travers said.
"My stuff-"
"Packed and in the car." Wesley said.
"Where will we-"
"You'll be staying in an apartment complex last owned by the late watcher Rupert Giles." Mr. Travers replied.
"Guess it's all said and done, huh?" Caden shrugged.
"Not all." Wesley reminded the young Slayer.
"Then let's kill this little shit and get some coffee after."