Previously On… (Balled No2, Op38)
In the silence of the night, the air was chilled and the bright moonlight shined through the cracks of the thick curtains covering the windows.
In her slumber, Buffy snuggled deeper into the hard body pressed against her back. An arm draped over her midsection tightened.
Feeling him behind her gave Buffy a comforting relief.
Being without him for two years had been the hardest thing she's ever done in her long existence. The only good thing to come from being cursed with this Godforsaken soul was that she was finally able to fully feel and understand the depths of her love for her mate—and it was endless.
She always knew she 'loved' Angelus, despite never keeping much of her humane feelings after she becomes a demon. She knew her endless life would be boring without him. But she soon found out, she needed him. He kept her grounded. He complimented her demon and the fractured woman inside of her.
Her dead heart filled with love feeling his complete acceptance.
There was no way to remove this piece of humanity from her. She was stuck. Nor did Buffy want to change her love; forcing him to be something he couldn't ever be.
But there was something inside of him, despite his malicious demon, he still held a semblance of 'love' for her. He wanted her and needed her, regardless that she was forever entrapped with her human soul.
In a hundred and forty-four years together, they made love for the very first time. It was slow, passionate, and perfect.
On this night, Buffy experienced for the first time in her long life; perfect happiness.
Sunnydale, California 2000
Crawford Mansion
Master Bedroom
Buffy's eyes flew open as an agonising pain twisted in her chest.
She gasped for a needless breath and sat up in the bed.
Angelus immediately felt something was terribly wrong and sat up in the bed beside her. "Buffy?—What is it?" He watched as she got out of the bed clenching her teeth together.
In desperate pain, Buffy moved around the bedroom for something to cover her naked body.
Throwing on Angelus' large sweater, Buffy stumbled, catching herself against the door frame of the bed.
"Buffy?" Angelus immediately got off of the bed. "Fuck, Buf," he grumbled as he jumped into a pair of pants and followed her out of the bedroom.
Buffy quickly moved down the stairs and headed for the courtyard.
Reaching the bottom step, Angelus tossed his eyes in the darkness in search of his mate.
He then saw a hunched overshadow in the courtyard accompanied by a set of pained cries. "Buffy!" Angelus took off after her.
Standing the courtyard, Angelus spotted Buffy. Her back faced him and she was on her hands and knees.
With caution, Angelus slowly approached her and listened to her suffering moans of agonising torment. "Buffy?" He softly said her name once more.
Suddenly, Buffy's whimpers of pain ceased.
Angelus watched with hard narrow eyes as she sat up on her knees.
He watched her carefully, noting that her entire demeanour had completely changed. She was no longer crying out in pain or breathing useless breaths. She appeared calm—at ease.
Getting back on her bare feet, Angelus took another step towards her. "Buffy?"
She whirled around facing him.
Pinching his brows together, Angelus tilted his head slightly to the side recognising the look in her green eyes. The unfamiliar brightness of humanity that glistened in her eyes darkened.
A slow smile crept across her heart-shaped mouth.
Angelus recognised that smile. She's back.
"Hi, baby," Elizabeth's breathless voice whispered. She took a step closer. Her lethal but feminine fingers gently touched his bare chest. Her eyes were fixed on him and her smile grew, "Miss me?"
Breaking out into a full-out grin, Angelus cupped her cheek with his hand and drew her closer. "More than you'll ever know."
Her smile softened and her hands slid up his chest and twined around his neck. Her fingers buried into his dark hair, lowering his face to her. "I thought I'd never see you again." She told him with a break of emotion in her voice. "Everything is so hazy… but the memories of my… humanity… I felt it."
Angelus kissed her forehead.
"I felt it inside me… creeping." Her face twisted with disgust. "I felt human. They did this to me… Didn't they?"
"Yes," Angelus replied, sliding his finger down the sharp line of her chin.
Elizabeth sneered, "Feeling human… That's not the kind of thing you can just forgive, is it?"
Angelus wordlessly shook his head with a tugging smile. There weren't any words to explain his happiness that his Buffy had returned.
"I didn't think so."
"What do you want to do?" He asked, gazing down at their intertwined fingers.
Lifting her eyes back to his, a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and her hands went to the buttons of his pants.
Angelus began to pull at the oversized sweater swallowing her slim body.
He watched her hands slowly push the waistband of his pants down his hips. She reached a hand inside and pulled out his cock.
Angelus returned his gaze to her face. He felt his demon come alive as her beautiful features shifted. With a growl formed at the base of his chest, Angelus cupped the back of her head with his free hand, tugging her forward.
He crushed his mouth against hers and groaned when her fangs nipped his bottom lip, drawing blood.
Elizabeth ripped her mouth from his and shoved him against the stone wall of the courtyard. Her nails dug into his chest until he moaned.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Angelus used his strength to lift her. Elizabeth's legs instinctively went around his waist. She let out an 'oomf' when he crushed her back against the wall but they did not break their kiss.
He guided himself to her centre, he groaned. The sensation of her tight and cold body would've made his heart stop if it had been beating.
He struggled to understand everything that his mate had been going through for the last two years. Despite all of the evil inside of him, he still felt extremely protective of her. He wanted to protect her soul, even though her soul was pure with goodness that not even his human soul possessed.
To the bottom of it, Angelus wanted her—no matter how she came; soulless or cursed. All he's ever wanted was his Buffy.
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