Part 2
usual disclaimers apply.
The music throbbed in time with her heartbeat as Angelus watched her as she chatted to her friends teenage-style. Spike glanced over at her from the opposite side of the dance floor then over at the steps where his adversary had stood moments before,
"Bugger." Seeing he'd gone, the blonde vampire hurriedly scanned the room for the blood thirsty demon. Catching sight of him near the Slayer, he pushed through the dancing couples and positioned himself strategically so if Angelus tried anything, he'd be there first.
As he waited, the blonde vampire felt something stirred inside him. He didn't want the Slayer to die, not this one, not tonight. He'd killed her kind before and he'd tried to end her life too, many times before now. All had come to an agonising grinding halt when he gained a behavioural control chip, courtesy of the Initiative. But she was different, apart from being a hell of alot stronger and more determined, she had a *thing*. It was this *thing* that made her special, made her so hard to destroy. So far she'd proven every prophet wrong and had lived to tell the tale. She survived Harvest and the Ascension and countless other schemes to end this world's existence.
Realising she wasn't going to make a move anytime soon, Anglus grew bored of this game and left, taking with him his lunch in the form of a 17yr old blonde girl wearing very tight pants and a tank top.
Spike wandered over to the girly trio, slightly nervous. There was too much oestrogen in that corner of the room.
"Hey, Slayer."
Willow noted that Buffy visibly lit up as the vampire came closer, an incredibly flirtatious smile spread across her face,
"Yeah?"
"There's something I need you lot to know. Which would be that Angel's back in town."
"Oh, so you have to be my boyfriend again?"
Spike noted that there was no dismay or disdain in her tone of voice more like relief. Happy relief.
"I'll rephrase that shall I?...Angel's back. Again. And belive me, Slayer, he's no clawless kitty."
"Oh." Willow and Tara echoed her,
"Oh."
"Yeah, well. You're gonna need help. He's taken to the replay of Dru's undoing, and this time the lucky girl is you."
Buffy tensed a look of pure horror on her face,
"Mom!"
Angel wandered outside the Summers' house and slunk into the shadows as Joyce stepped out of her car with a bagful of groceries in her arms. Stepping out of the shelter of the tree, he smiled maliciously,
"Woah, bad case of deja-vu, dont' ya think?"
"And you'd be...Angel, right? Leave me alone."
"Oh come on Joyce!"
He was putting on the innocent lover routine for her, and it was working. Again.
"Go away. Buffy's grown up now, she's in college. She made it clear enough last time that she didn't want to see you."
Angel's shoulders slumped in what appeared to be disappointment,
"Fine then."
But he wasn't gonna give up that easily, he still needed an invite,
"But at least let me use your phone? My taxi's gone and I need to call another."
"But only for a couple of minutes, I don't want Bffy seeing you here."
She opened the door and the vampire waited patiently, he needed more than that before he could get in. The woman turned to look at him,
"What're you waiting for? Come on in."
With a smile as friendly as he could make it, the vampire stepped over the Summers' threshold and grinned wickedly. He stepped up behind her as she unloaded her shopping. Silently, he slipped one hand around her throat and before she could protest, he'd ripped it out.
Buffy sprinted desperately down the road and practically smashed through the door of her house, she ran down the hall and into the kitchen where she froze, all sense abandoning her as she her eyes fell on the scene before her. The kitchen was perfectly clean, her mother had only just polished Giles, all standing heads bowed with respect, completely mute. There was nothing they could say that would make it better.
usual disclaimers apply.
The music throbbed in time with her heartbeat as Angelus watched her as she chatted to her friends teenage-style. Spike glanced over at her from the opposite side of the dance floor then over at the steps where his adversary had stood moments before,
"Bugger." Seeing he'd gone, the blonde vampire hurriedly scanned the room for the blood thirsty demon. Catching sight of him near the Slayer, he pushed through the dancing couples and positioned himself strategically so if Angelus tried anything, he'd be there first.
As he waited, the blonde vampire felt something stirred inside him. He didn't want the Slayer to die, not this one, not tonight. He'd killed her kind before and he'd tried to end her life too, many times before now. All had come to an agonising grinding halt when he gained a behavioural control chip, courtesy of the Initiative. But she was different, apart from being a hell of alot stronger and more determined, she had a *thing*. It was this *thing* that made her special, made her so hard to destroy. So far she'd proven every prophet wrong and had lived to tell the tale. She survived Harvest and the Ascension and countless other schemes to end this world's existence.
Realising she wasn't going to make a move anytime soon, Anglus grew bored of this game and left, taking with him his lunch in the form of a 17yr old blonde girl wearing very tight pants and a tank top.
Spike wandered over to the girly trio, slightly nervous. There was too much oestrogen in that corner of the room.
"Hey, Slayer."
Willow noted that Buffy visibly lit up as the vampire came closer, an incredibly flirtatious smile spread across her face,
"Yeah?"
"There's something I need you lot to know. Which would be that Angel's back in town."
"Oh, so you have to be my boyfriend again?"
Spike noted that there was no dismay or disdain in her tone of voice more like relief. Happy relief.
"I'll rephrase that shall I?...Angel's back. Again. And belive me, Slayer, he's no clawless kitty."
"Oh." Willow and Tara echoed her,
"Oh."
"Yeah, well. You're gonna need help. He's taken to the replay of Dru's undoing, and this time the lucky girl is you."
Buffy tensed a look of pure horror on her face,
"Mom!"
Angel wandered outside the Summers' house and slunk into the shadows as Joyce stepped out of her car with a bagful of groceries in her arms. Stepping out of the shelter of the tree, he smiled maliciously,
"Woah, bad case of deja-vu, dont' ya think?"
"And you'd be...Angel, right? Leave me alone."
"Oh come on Joyce!"
He was putting on the innocent lover routine for her, and it was working. Again.
"Go away. Buffy's grown up now, she's in college. She made it clear enough last time that she didn't want to see you."
Angel's shoulders slumped in what appeared to be disappointment,
"Fine then."
But he wasn't gonna give up that easily, he still needed an invite,
"But at least let me use your phone? My taxi's gone and I need to call another."
"But only for a couple of minutes, I don't want Bffy seeing you here."
She opened the door and the vampire waited patiently, he needed more than that before he could get in. The woman turned to look at him,
"What're you waiting for? Come on in."
With a smile as friendly as he could make it, the vampire stepped over the Summers' threshold and grinned wickedly. He stepped up behind her as she unloaded her shopping. Silently, he slipped one hand around her throat and before she could protest, he'd ripped it out.
Buffy sprinted desperately down the road and practically smashed through the door of her house, she ran down the hall and into the kitchen where she froze, all sense abandoning her as she her eyes fell on the scene before her. The kitchen was perfectly clean, her mother had only just polished Giles, all standing heads bowed with respect, completely mute. There was nothing they could say that would make it better.