Oops I Did It Again Part 2
Usual disclaimers apply.
Backhanding the offending vampire, Angel turned to face its intended victim - carefully reverting back to his human face before turning around.
"You should go home, its not safe out here."
"Yeah. I will." She headed for her home, just 100 yards away then stopped, "Thanks."
Smiling inwardly Angel watched as she burst into a run and banged on her door. He turned to finish off the vampire but he was gone. Nevermind. He looked at where the girl had stood before disappearing into her house. She thanked him. Usually he never had time to accept thankyous from his clients. That had felt so good.
He headed off to find Buffy, she needed to be warned and soon.
Angel was within feet of the gates to the Sunnydale cemetery (one of many) when he noticed that even with all the street lights out, he couldn't see the stars. He knew from previous experience that the town had a wonderful view of the skies even when the lights were on. He stopped and glanced around him. What was it Anya had said?
*~Angel, if the soul eater gets to you, no more soul. Return of the psychopathic vampire.~*
"You should have listened to them."
The voice was like liquid, dripping with malice and hunger.
"You should have stayed away."
Gameface on, the vampire lunged at the dark figure materialising infront of him,
"Gotta newsflash for you, pal. I didn't."
Angel fell to the floor as he leapt at the soul eater and right through it aswell. He began to wish he had a vacuum cleaner. Sucking the demon up would be amusing. He carried on fighting and failing till he was out of gas. The soul eater smiled wickedly - providing a man-shaped cloud of black smoke can smile at all,
"Had enough, Angelus?"
Angel reverted back to his human face as his knees buckled underneath him. Again the spirit smiled,
"Here, let me help."
That was no benign offer of friendship, but foolishly, Angel accepted. The soul eater held out his hand for the vampire to pull himself up and he took it. He felt his skin come into contact with the spirit's suddenly seemingly solid surface and roared in pain as his hand began to smoulder. He tried to pull away but he was held fast. The spirit chuckled softly to himself,
"You're gonna last me a lifetime. Come on, you can fight better than this." The harder Angel tried to resist, the more he felt like insides were being ripped from his bones.
The dark-haired vampire came around and looked around him. It was gone. Looking at his hand he snarled contemptuously, it was red, slightly blistered and it hurt like hell. He flipped back onto his feet and scanned his surrounding for anything worth paying attention to. He turned his eyes to Giles' house. The official Scooby Gang headquarters. He approached the house and peered in through the front window. Xander saw him,
"Angel's back."
Knocking on the door, the vampire went into Cryptic Guy mode. Only not so cryptic - just soulful.
"Can I come in?"
Willow opened it,
"You're already invited."
"I was being polite."
He strided into the living room and cast his eyes around at the humans surrounding him. He was hungry, but no. Not now.
"I can't find Buffy...or Giles."
Panic spread throughout. They immediately suspected something was amiss. Anya was looking at him funny. He looked back and smiled slightly. Over 1000yrs of reeking vengeance and messing around with other demons pointed out the fact that Angel wasn't quite so angelic. Still she said nothing, but she'd probably worked out that if she did it could possibly end in Giles' front room being converted into a bloodbath. Angel's favourite word. Bloodbath.
Buffy's favourite word. Ashtray. And ash..oh, and stake.
She flew into the pack of a grand total of 3 vamps and dealt the leader a full roundhouse punch, a few side-arm blows and a vicious blow to the head with the torch. Tossing their light source to her Watcher, she dived back in again. She ducked and whirling her leg under another vamp, she tripped him up, giving her the chance to send him to the big ashtray in the sky.
As Giles thrust a cross the size of a dinner plate into the second vamp's face, the Slayer volted over a tombstone after the third. The Ripper flung out his fist, and felt in coming into contact with the vampire's torso, cracking a rib or two. Planting his foot in the demon's chest, Giles sent him through the door to Spike's crypt and into the vampire himself.
"Oh for crying out loud!"
Grabbing a chair he'd been using as firewood, Spike snapped off a leg and plunged the pointed end into the intuder's heart. Giles rushed in in time to see it explode in a shower of ashes.
"Uh, terribly sorry."
"Liar."
"It was worth a try."
Spike glowered as the Watcher ran back out to help the Buffster with the vampires that had collected around her. Spike grumbled,
"Guess I'd better help."
Buffy struggled to stand as at least a dozen fists pummeled her back. The demons were taking the chance to do some serious damage and get revenge. Their joy was short lived as Spike scattered the crowd by body slamming the nearest vampire. It fell into the others and the whole crowd dispersed.
Angelus stood in the shadows. He'd finally managed to escape the cautious eyes of Anya and was enjoying this. He had wanted to see the Slayer pounded into a bloody pulp but was much more amused by the way Spike was releasing his frustration on his kindred. He'd heard about the chip and wasn't happy about it. No Childe of his was going to be a footkissing Slayerette.
Giles seized Buffy's discarded crossbow, aimed and fired - hitting Spike in the arm,
"Watch what you're doing with that!" He snarled, removed the arrow from his arm and used it to dust the nearest vamp, "Bloody uncoordinated swine."
Angelus took that as his cue to join in. Which side to join was not an easy decision.
He approached Buffy as she sent a vampire hurtling into a tree with a swift kick to the jaw. Balling his hand into a fist, he slammed it into the small of her back sending her sprawling. Seeing this, Spike froze. He looked at Giles in confusion and Giles stared at Angelus in utter disbelief.
From the shadows where Angel had stood earlier, Tammy watched. And as she watched, she smiled. Her face changed and she grew taller. Looking down at herself, Darla cursed. The spell had worn out, she needed more time.
Usual disclaimers apply.
Backhanding the offending vampire, Angel turned to face its intended victim - carefully reverting back to his human face before turning around.
"You should go home, its not safe out here."
"Yeah. I will." She headed for her home, just 100 yards away then stopped, "Thanks."
Smiling inwardly Angel watched as she burst into a run and banged on her door. He turned to finish off the vampire but he was gone. Nevermind. He looked at where the girl had stood before disappearing into her house. She thanked him. Usually he never had time to accept thankyous from his clients. That had felt so good.
He headed off to find Buffy, she needed to be warned and soon.
Angel was within feet of the gates to the Sunnydale cemetery (one of many) when he noticed that even with all the street lights out, he couldn't see the stars. He knew from previous experience that the town had a wonderful view of the skies even when the lights were on. He stopped and glanced around him. What was it Anya had said?
*~Angel, if the soul eater gets to you, no more soul. Return of the psychopathic vampire.~*
"You should have listened to them."
The voice was like liquid, dripping with malice and hunger.
"You should have stayed away."
Gameface on, the vampire lunged at the dark figure materialising infront of him,
"Gotta newsflash for you, pal. I didn't."
Angel fell to the floor as he leapt at the soul eater and right through it aswell. He began to wish he had a vacuum cleaner. Sucking the demon up would be amusing. He carried on fighting and failing till he was out of gas. The soul eater smiled wickedly - providing a man-shaped cloud of black smoke can smile at all,
"Had enough, Angelus?"
Angel reverted back to his human face as his knees buckled underneath him. Again the spirit smiled,
"Here, let me help."
That was no benign offer of friendship, but foolishly, Angel accepted. The soul eater held out his hand for the vampire to pull himself up and he took it. He felt his skin come into contact with the spirit's suddenly seemingly solid surface and roared in pain as his hand began to smoulder. He tried to pull away but he was held fast. The spirit chuckled softly to himself,
"You're gonna last me a lifetime. Come on, you can fight better than this." The harder Angel tried to resist, the more he felt like insides were being ripped from his bones.
The dark-haired vampire came around and looked around him. It was gone. Looking at his hand he snarled contemptuously, it was red, slightly blistered and it hurt like hell. He flipped back onto his feet and scanned his surrounding for anything worth paying attention to. He turned his eyes to Giles' house. The official Scooby Gang headquarters. He approached the house and peered in through the front window. Xander saw him,
"Angel's back."
Knocking on the door, the vampire went into Cryptic Guy mode. Only not so cryptic - just soulful.
"Can I come in?"
Willow opened it,
"You're already invited."
"I was being polite."
He strided into the living room and cast his eyes around at the humans surrounding him. He was hungry, but no. Not now.
"I can't find Buffy...or Giles."
Panic spread throughout. They immediately suspected something was amiss. Anya was looking at him funny. He looked back and smiled slightly. Over 1000yrs of reeking vengeance and messing around with other demons pointed out the fact that Angel wasn't quite so angelic. Still she said nothing, but she'd probably worked out that if she did it could possibly end in Giles' front room being converted into a bloodbath. Angel's favourite word. Bloodbath.
Buffy's favourite word. Ashtray. And ash..oh, and stake.
She flew into the pack of a grand total of 3 vamps and dealt the leader a full roundhouse punch, a few side-arm blows and a vicious blow to the head with the torch. Tossing their light source to her Watcher, she dived back in again. She ducked and whirling her leg under another vamp, she tripped him up, giving her the chance to send him to the big ashtray in the sky.
As Giles thrust a cross the size of a dinner plate into the second vamp's face, the Slayer volted over a tombstone after the third. The Ripper flung out his fist, and felt in coming into contact with the vampire's torso, cracking a rib or two. Planting his foot in the demon's chest, Giles sent him through the door to Spike's crypt and into the vampire himself.
"Oh for crying out loud!"
Grabbing a chair he'd been using as firewood, Spike snapped off a leg and plunged the pointed end into the intuder's heart. Giles rushed in in time to see it explode in a shower of ashes.
"Uh, terribly sorry."
"Liar."
"It was worth a try."
Spike glowered as the Watcher ran back out to help the Buffster with the vampires that had collected around her. Spike grumbled,
"Guess I'd better help."
Buffy struggled to stand as at least a dozen fists pummeled her back. The demons were taking the chance to do some serious damage and get revenge. Their joy was short lived as Spike scattered the crowd by body slamming the nearest vampire. It fell into the others and the whole crowd dispersed.
Angelus stood in the shadows. He'd finally managed to escape the cautious eyes of Anya and was enjoying this. He had wanted to see the Slayer pounded into a bloody pulp but was much more amused by the way Spike was releasing his frustration on his kindred. He'd heard about the chip and wasn't happy about it. No Childe of his was going to be a footkissing Slayerette.
Giles seized Buffy's discarded crossbow, aimed and fired - hitting Spike in the arm,
"Watch what you're doing with that!" He snarled, removed the arrow from his arm and used it to dust the nearest vamp, "Bloody uncoordinated swine."
Angelus took that as his cue to join in. Which side to join was not an easy decision.
He approached Buffy as she sent a vampire hurtling into a tree with a swift kick to the jaw. Balling his hand into a fist, he slammed it into the small of her back sending her sprawling. Seeing this, Spike froze. He looked at Giles in confusion and Giles stared at Angelus in utter disbelief.
From the shadows where Angel had stood earlier, Tammy watched. And as she watched, she smiled. Her face changed and she grew taller. Looking down at herself, Darla cursed. The spell had worn out, she needed more time.