Title: What the Heart Goes Through
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. That pleasure goes to Joss Whedon
Author's Note: Dawn does not exist in this story. I felt that she was tying Buffy down too much, so I didn't use her. Oh, and sorry if there are some spelling problems!
Feedback: PLEASE!!
A/N: DAVID BOREANAZ IS THE HOTTEST!
Suprise
"Buffy!" Angel screamed before catching her. He laid her gently on the ground and felt her forehead. It was extremely warm. Angel began trying to wake her by talkng to her and touching her cheek lovingly.
"Buffy, honey, can you hear me? Wake up..open your eyes. Please Buffy...oh God. Buffy, PLEASE!" Angel said desperatley. He was about to take her some where else when she opened her eyes and spoke.
"Angel? I feel...so weak. It hurts too. It hurts so much," Buffy lifted her shirt, showing the wound she had gotten in her side. It was glowing slightly red. Angel lookesd down and his eyes got wide. Without saying a word, he lifted Buffy into his arms and hugged her close to his body. Then he ran quickly to Giles' apartment.
Giles' train of thought was broken by a hard pound on his door. The jumped up to answer the door, but the person on the other side had already opened the door. It was Angel, with Buffy cradled in his arms.
"Good heavens! What happened?" Giles asked franticaly. Angel moved past him and set Buffy down on the couch. Her gave her a worried glance as she laid on the couch, half awake, half asleep. Then he turned to Giles.
"She fainted. I thinks its from the wound. Its glowing red," Angel said.
Giles sat down again and picked up a thick book.
"I'll have to do some research. You watch over her while I look for some refrence or cure to this...thing. Try to keep her awake, if possible. Maybe its better if she sleeps..." Giles instructed.
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Meanwhile, in the underworld...
"What have you to report?" asked Belthasaur angrily.
"Well, you greatness, we found out that..." trailed off one of the minions.
"Well? What of the slayer? Was she infected as planned?" Belthasaur asked curiously
"Yes, you wonderfulness. She is waining. She was dying quickly, but then something slowed the process down. Her pain has lessend," answered another minion.
"WHAT? Why is this?" Belthasaur asked furiously.
"The vampire with a soul... he loves her. He is trying to save her with love and care. And her watcher draws nearer to our identies," answered yet another minion.
"Good," Belthasaur said, much to his minions confusion. "Let him find out how painful it will be when his slayer dies."
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Back at Giles' apartment...
"I think I've found something," Giles remarked. Angel looked up hopefully.
"This demon, the one that stabbed Buffy, is under the control of Belthasaur..." Giles began.
"But thats impossible... we killed him. He was fried!" Angel interrupted frantically.
"Yes, he was. But his followers, or minions as they're called, brought him back. Using very dark magics, he was resurected. He can move with the strengh and agility of a vampire," said Giles, looking over his text.
"Wasn't he really fat?" Buffy asked weakly. She winced as she sat up on the couch. Angel came up to her, sitting on the couch next to her.
"Buffy. Shouldn't you be resting? Baby, I want you to feel better," Angel said, stroking her cheek.
"I know. But I want to know where we stand with this thing...so I can fight it," Buffy said, looking at Angel imploringly.
"Buffy, you can't fight! Not in this condition," Angel said worrdily. At this point, Giles left the room, supposedly to get another book from a diffrent room, but really to give the couple time alone.
"Angel, I HAVE to do something! I can't just sit here and do nothing. Its making me crazy to think that I am helpless. I've never been helpless, and I don't intend to start right now," Buffy's voice was getting quiter as she said this.
"Angel..I.." she tried to get out, her voice cracking.
"Buffy, I understand...really, I do. But you can't fight. You can barely stand up. Hey," he said, turning her face back toward him, "I love you...I don't want anything bad to happen to you. This sickness is bad enough. Now lay back down, you need to rest."
Once Buffy was settled in again, Angel kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Rest. I mean it," he said with mock seriousness, then gracing with one of his rare but precious smiles. He sat in a chair, watching her sleep peacefully when Giles came back in. Giles saw Buffy sleeping and motioned for Angel to follow him into another room.
"I've found our poison," Giles said, sadness filling his voice.
"And? Whats the cure?" Angel asked, impatient to cure his beloved.
"Well, there is no cure. She will most definetly die unless the poison is revoked by Belthasaur himself. He seems to have it in for Buffy since she killed him the first time 'round." Giles sighed as he mulled over what was just said.
Angel replied to this, his anger building, "Then we'll find the SOB and moke him reverse it! I WILL NOT LET HER DIE!!"
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. That pleasure goes to Joss Whedon
Author's Note: Dawn does not exist in this story. I felt that she was tying Buffy down too much, so I didn't use her. Oh, and sorry if there are some spelling problems!
Feedback: PLEASE!!
A/N: DAVID BOREANAZ IS THE HOTTEST!
Suprise
"Buffy!" Angel screamed before catching her. He laid her gently on the ground and felt her forehead. It was extremely warm. Angel began trying to wake her by talkng to her and touching her cheek lovingly.
"Buffy, honey, can you hear me? Wake up..open your eyes. Please Buffy...oh God. Buffy, PLEASE!" Angel said desperatley. He was about to take her some where else when she opened her eyes and spoke.
"Angel? I feel...so weak. It hurts too. It hurts so much," Buffy lifted her shirt, showing the wound she had gotten in her side. It was glowing slightly red. Angel lookesd down and his eyes got wide. Without saying a word, he lifted Buffy into his arms and hugged her close to his body. Then he ran quickly to Giles' apartment.
Giles' train of thought was broken by a hard pound on his door. The jumped up to answer the door, but the person on the other side had already opened the door. It was Angel, with Buffy cradled in his arms.
"Good heavens! What happened?" Giles asked franticaly. Angel moved past him and set Buffy down on the couch. Her gave her a worried glance as she laid on the couch, half awake, half asleep. Then he turned to Giles.
"She fainted. I thinks its from the wound. Its glowing red," Angel said.
Giles sat down again and picked up a thick book.
"I'll have to do some research. You watch over her while I look for some refrence or cure to this...thing. Try to keep her awake, if possible. Maybe its better if she sleeps..." Giles instructed.
***********************************************************************************************
Meanwhile, in the underworld...
"What have you to report?" asked Belthasaur angrily.
"Well, you greatness, we found out that..." trailed off one of the minions.
"Well? What of the slayer? Was she infected as planned?" Belthasaur asked curiously
"Yes, you wonderfulness. She is waining. She was dying quickly, but then something slowed the process down. Her pain has lessend," answered another minion.
"WHAT? Why is this?" Belthasaur asked furiously.
"The vampire with a soul... he loves her. He is trying to save her with love and care. And her watcher draws nearer to our identies," answered yet another minion.
"Good," Belthasaur said, much to his minions confusion. "Let him find out how painful it will be when his slayer dies."
***********************************************************************************************
Back at Giles' apartment...
"I think I've found something," Giles remarked. Angel looked up hopefully.
"This demon, the one that stabbed Buffy, is under the control of Belthasaur..." Giles began.
"But thats impossible... we killed him. He was fried!" Angel interrupted frantically.
"Yes, he was. But his followers, or minions as they're called, brought him back. Using very dark magics, he was resurected. He can move with the strengh and agility of a vampire," said Giles, looking over his text.
"Wasn't he really fat?" Buffy asked weakly. She winced as she sat up on the couch. Angel came up to her, sitting on the couch next to her.
"Buffy. Shouldn't you be resting? Baby, I want you to feel better," Angel said, stroking her cheek.
"I know. But I want to know where we stand with this thing...so I can fight it," Buffy said, looking at Angel imploringly.
"Buffy, you can't fight! Not in this condition," Angel said worrdily. At this point, Giles left the room, supposedly to get another book from a diffrent room, but really to give the couple time alone.
"Angel, I HAVE to do something! I can't just sit here and do nothing. Its making me crazy to think that I am helpless. I've never been helpless, and I don't intend to start right now," Buffy's voice was getting quiter as she said this.
"Angel..I.." she tried to get out, her voice cracking.
"Buffy, I understand...really, I do. But you can't fight. You can barely stand up. Hey," he said, turning her face back toward him, "I love you...I don't want anything bad to happen to you. This sickness is bad enough. Now lay back down, you need to rest."
Once Buffy was settled in again, Angel kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"Rest. I mean it," he said with mock seriousness, then gracing with one of his rare but precious smiles. He sat in a chair, watching her sleep peacefully when Giles came back in. Giles saw Buffy sleeping and motioned for Angel to follow him into another room.
"I've found our poison," Giles said, sadness filling his voice.
"And? Whats the cure?" Angel asked, impatient to cure his beloved.
"Well, there is no cure. She will most definetly die unless the poison is revoked by Belthasaur himself. He seems to have it in for Buffy since she killed him the first time 'round." Giles sighed as he mulled over what was just said.
Angel replied to this, his anger building, "Then we'll find the SOB and moke him reverse it! I WILL NOT LET HER DIE!!"