Rememberance Day.
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- You can have what you like, but ask first
Ownership:- If I said that Joss is God Almighty, would you understand?
Feedback::- or I shall dance your graves.
Author's Notes:- IMPORTANT! MUST READ TO UNDERSTAND! The paragraphs/sentences enclosed in *~...~* are what's happening to Angel while the current scene is taking place. Understand? No? You will as you read on. And don't froget to review. And please don't forget that Buffy, Willow etc think that Spike is Angel.
The two girls watched as the silver pocket watch floated in mid-air above the lit candle. The blonde vampire smiled,
"See? Told you it would work, didn't I?"
Buffy whistled,
"Yeah, but I had no idea it would do *that*! Are you sure this is safe?"
"But of course. I've done this before, everything is happening as it should." said Spike, lying through his teeth.
He picked up the book and found the correct incantation. He read the title in his mind, translating it:
To Remove The Spirit From The Soul.
There would be Hell to pay after they'd finished. Literally.
He began to chant the Romanii inscription, and the girls mixed the herbs as instructed.
*~ Angel stumbled through the graveyard. He was suffering flash-backs. The Romanii shaman chanting, she looked down upon him as he fell to his before her begging for mercy. The pain was so great. The tumult of his mind was unbearable. He was crying now, the tears dripping down his face, mingling with the falling rain. The vampire put his hands to his face, he was actually crying, he could feel the pain. He was reliving the night his soul was returned to him. The guilt built up in his heart and head. He fell to his knees and looked through tear filled eyes as his Sire, Darla stood before him, smiling sympathetically. He cried out to her,
"What have you done to me?"
She didn't reply, and Angel felt his body shake as the second flash-back spread throughout his mind. The remaining gypsies had crowded around him, their eyes boring into him, relentless, unforgiving. ~*
Buffy took the first handful of the mixed herbs and sprinkled them over the watch. Then Willow took a splint and lit it from the candle, setting alight to the herbs. The flames engulfed the watch momentarily, then they glowed green and died. Spike turned the page and began to chant the next incantation.
*~ Angel pulled himself to his feet and clung to the nearest tree in an attempt to stay upright. He kept calling out to Darla, though she had left him only moments before. The vampire was now blind to reality, pain seeping into his heart, forming a film of smoke over his eyes. He called for help again and again, but it was too late at night for human aid, and the other demons of Sunnydale were avoiding the graveyard altogether. His knees buckled and he began to hallucinate, seeing the Romanii's favourite daughter lying cold and dead at his feet and he felt the triumph, then the pain and the guilt. He remembered the shaman's words before she began the spell. "Damn you. Damn you to Hell." He'd replied calmly with a deliciously evil smile on his face, "I'm already there. Care to join me?" She'd begun to chant, and before he could stop her for eternity, his legs fell from underneath him, and the humanities crept in. He remembered the look on Spike's face as he and Dru witnessed their Sire brought to his knees by a mere human, He remembered feeling the temporary disgust at himself, then the seering hot pain shooting through his body. He heard his own screams as if from a distance. Angel felt himself fall again, losing his grip on the tree and felt his head hit a gravestone.~*
Willow sprinkled the next batch of herbs on the watch and Buffy poured the oil over them, causing the flames to reincarnate though there was nothing their to ignite them. Spike turned the page again and chanted the next incantation. The room seemed to tremble, and the bulbs of every light exploded, Willow gasped,
"This is, er..pretty powerful stuff then?"
"Angel" nodded but never stopped chanting.
*~ The vampire found himself calling upon his kindred for help. The other vampires had stopped avoiding him and had congregated aroung him. Through the smoke over his eyes, Angel could see Darla, and Druscilla. The latter appeared to be very concerned. She held Darla's hand and asked imploringly,
"Is Angel alright? Will Daddy be okay?" Then she spoke directly to him, "S'alright, Pet. It'll be over soon."
He tried to focus on his childe, but her black clad figure distorted and then disappeared and Angel was left in complete darkness. He could find no floor, yet he didn't fall. There were no objects to help him orientate himself, yet he did. Then he looked around, the vampires were stood around him, looking down on him with concern. Just as he thought it was over and began to stand, everything happened all over again, and Angel fell, his skin crawling and his head swimming. The trail of the dead marked the path Angelus had taken, mutilated bodies flung to the wind at the Lord's mercy. The vampire stood over the body of the dead daughter. The favourite daughter of the Romanii. Images of his life as Angelus merged and spun, leaving Angel sitting on the ground of the graveyard in a foetal position, rocking gently, completely oblivious to his surroundings.~*
Spike handed the book to Willow and indicated for her to pick up where he had left off. The blonde vampire took a throwing blade from his pocket. He held the handle in one hand and the blade in the other. Buffy grew concerned,
"What're you doing?!"
"Shhh."
He held his hands over the candle and pulled the blade, slitting his hand open. He put the blade back in his pocket and proceeded to drip his blood over the candle. The flames on the watch grew and glowed red. Spike then picked up the watch by the chain, and dangling it over the candle. The spell was almost complete. Just one thing left.
*~He swooned and the shaman increased the pace of her chant. She was nearing the end of her curse, the curse that would make Angelus wish the Earth had never existed, nevermind himself. The vampire felt as if his unbeating heart would explode, if it didn't his head certainly would. He saw Dru and Spike through his pain, the only beings that could give him comfort. Everything would be alright if they were there to help him. Them and his beloved Darla. Where was she? Why didn't she help him? Why didn't they help him? It took the tortured vampire a split second to realise that Druscilla and Spike were not there. He had been imagining them. It was over. His reign as the God of Carnage was coming to an abrupt halt.~*
Spike placed the watch back on the table and, taking the candle, poured the melted wax over it. All done. He smiled,
"Now, we sit back and watch."
They gazed intently at the watch. It floated, began to spin and then exploded into shower of iridescent blue powder. Buffy stared at where the watch had once been,
"Won't he want that back?"
*~The vampire's screams echoed through the streets as that same seering hot pain shot through his body from all directions, pinpointing his heart. He felt all his hatred accumulate in his head and tried to fight it. The world around him swam, every colour of the rainbow merging together to form one big kaleidoscope, then exploding to reveal reality. The pain disappeared. The vampire looked around him, vampires from all over Sunnydale had gathered about him to see the only soulful vampire known to vampkind brought to his knees. Something he'd vowed would never happen, even as the monster he had once been. Even as the monster he was now. Angelus stood. Darla welcomed him with open arms and he allowed her and Dru to embrace him. Darla smiled,
"Welcome home, Angel my love."
He snarled,
"The name's Angelus. Angel is too effeminate. Okay?"
His Sire nodded proudly, and Dru linked arms with her "Daddy", leading him to the Master,
"You've been a naughty Daddy,but I forgive you."
Angelus smiled,
"Daddy's a *bad* boy."
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- You can have what you like, but ask first
Ownership:- If I said that Joss is God Almighty, would you understand?
Feedback::- or I shall dance your graves.
Author's Notes:- IMPORTANT! MUST READ TO UNDERSTAND! The paragraphs/sentences enclosed in *~...~* are what's happening to Angel while the current scene is taking place. Understand? No? You will as you read on. And don't froget to review. And please don't forget that Buffy, Willow etc think that Spike is Angel.
The two girls watched as the silver pocket watch floated in mid-air above the lit candle. The blonde vampire smiled,
"See? Told you it would work, didn't I?"
Buffy whistled,
"Yeah, but I had no idea it would do *that*! Are you sure this is safe?"
"But of course. I've done this before, everything is happening as it should." said Spike, lying through his teeth.
He picked up the book and found the correct incantation. He read the title in his mind, translating it:
To Remove The Spirit From The Soul.
There would be Hell to pay after they'd finished. Literally.
He began to chant the Romanii inscription, and the girls mixed the herbs as instructed.
*~ Angel stumbled through the graveyard. He was suffering flash-backs. The Romanii shaman chanting, she looked down upon him as he fell to his before her begging for mercy. The pain was so great. The tumult of his mind was unbearable. He was crying now, the tears dripping down his face, mingling with the falling rain. The vampire put his hands to his face, he was actually crying, he could feel the pain. He was reliving the night his soul was returned to him. The guilt built up in his heart and head. He fell to his knees and looked through tear filled eyes as his Sire, Darla stood before him, smiling sympathetically. He cried out to her,
"What have you done to me?"
She didn't reply, and Angel felt his body shake as the second flash-back spread throughout his mind. The remaining gypsies had crowded around him, their eyes boring into him, relentless, unforgiving. ~*
Buffy took the first handful of the mixed herbs and sprinkled them over the watch. Then Willow took a splint and lit it from the candle, setting alight to the herbs. The flames engulfed the watch momentarily, then they glowed green and died. Spike turned the page and began to chant the next incantation.
*~ Angel pulled himself to his feet and clung to the nearest tree in an attempt to stay upright. He kept calling out to Darla, though she had left him only moments before. The vampire was now blind to reality, pain seeping into his heart, forming a film of smoke over his eyes. He called for help again and again, but it was too late at night for human aid, and the other demons of Sunnydale were avoiding the graveyard altogether. His knees buckled and he began to hallucinate, seeing the Romanii's favourite daughter lying cold and dead at his feet and he felt the triumph, then the pain and the guilt. He remembered the shaman's words before she began the spell. "Damn you. Damn you to Hell." He'd replied calmly with a deliciously evil smile on his face, "I'm already there. Care to join me?" She'd begun to chant, and before he could stop her for eternity, his legs fell from underneath him, and the humanities crept in. He remembered the look on Spike's face as he and Dru witnessed their Sire brought to his knees by a mere human, He remembered feeling the temporary disgust at himself, then the seering hot pain shooting through his body. He heard his own screams as if from a distance. Angel felt himself fall again, losing his grip on the tree and felt his head hit a gravestone.~*
Willow sprinkled the next batch of herbs on the watch and Buffy poured the oil over them, causing the flames to reincarnate though there was nothing their to ignite them. Spike turned the page again and chanted the next incantation. The room seemed to tremble, and the bulbs of every light exploded, Willow gasped,
"This is, er..pretty powerful stuff then?"
"Angel" nodded but never stopped chanting.
*~ The vampire found himself calling upon his kindred for help. The other vampires had stopped avoiding him and had congregated aroung him. Through the smoke over his eyes, Angel could see Darla, and Druscilla. The latter appeared to be very concerned. She held Darla's hand and asked imploringly,
"Is Angel alright? Will Daddy be okay?" Then she spoke directly to him, "S'alright, Pet. It'll be over soon."
He tried to focus on his childe, but her black clad figure distorted and then disappeared and Angel was left in complete darkness. He could find no floor, yet he didn't fall. There were no objects to help him orientate himself, yet he did. Then he looked around, the vampires were stood around him, looking down on him with concern. Just as he thought it was over and began to stand, everything happened all over again, and Angel fell, his skin crawling and his head swimming. The trail of the dead marked the path Angelus had taken, mutilated bodies flung to the wind at the Lord's mercy. The vampire stood over the body of the dead daughter. The favourite daughter of the Romanii. Images of his life as Angelus merged and spun, leaving Angel sitting on the ground of the graveyard in a foetal position, rocking gently, completely oblivious to his surroundings.~*
Spike handed the book to Willow and indicated for her to pick up where he had left off. The blonde vampire took a throwing blade from his pocket. He held the handle in one hand and the blade in the other. Buffy grew concerned,
"What're you doing?!"
"Shhh."
He held his hands over the candle and pulled the blade, slitting his hand open. He put the blade back in his pocket and proceeded to drip his blood over the candle. The flames on the watch grew and glowed red. Spike then picked up the watch by the chain, and dangling it over the candle. The spell was almost complete. Just one thing left.
*~He swooned and the shaman increased the pace of her chant. She was nearing the end of her curse, the curse that would make Angelus wish the Earth had never existed, nevermind himself. The vampire felt as if his unbeating heart would explode, if it didn't his head certainly would. He saw Dru and Spike through his pain, the only beings that could give him comfort. Everything would be alright if they were there to help him. Them and his beloved Darla. Where was she? Why didn't she help him? Why didn't they help him? It took the tortured vampire a split second to realise that Druscilla and Spike were not there. He had been imagining them. It was over. His reign as the God of Carnage was coming to an abrupt halt.~*
Spike placed the watch back on the table and, taking the candle, poured the melted wax over it. All done. He smiled,
"Now, we sit back and watch."
They gazed intently at the watch. It floated, began to spin and then exploded into shower of iridescent blue powder. Buffy stared at where the watch had once been,
"Won't he want that back?"
*~The vampire's screams echoed through the streets as that same seering hot pain shot through his body from all directions, pinpointing his heart. He felt all his hatred accumulate in his head and tried to fight it. The world around him swam, every colour of the rainbow merging together to form one big kaleidoscope, then exploding to reveal reality. The pain disappeared. The vampire looked around him, vampires from all over Sunnydale had gathered about him to see the only soulful vampire known to vampkind brought to his knees. Something he'd vowed would never happen, even as the monster he had once been. Even as the monster he was now. Angelus stood. Darla welcomed him with open arms and he allowed her and Dru to embrace him. Darla smiled,
"Welcome home, Angel my love."
He snarled,
"The name's Angelus. Angel is too effeminate. Okay?"
His Sire nodded proudly, and Dru linked arms with her "Daddy", leading him to the Master,
"You've been a naughty Daddy,but I forgive you."
Angelus smiled,
"Daddy's a *bad* boy."