Voice from the Tomb-
Voice from
the Tomb- Sequel to "Fond Memory"
by: Isabelle
-Disclaimer: I do not own any of
the characters, they are all Joss. Poem The Lady's First Song
by W.B. Yeats.
-Summary: Sequel to Fond Memory,
Angel comes back to Buffy after Spike tells him he'll be human.
Buffy chooses who she stays with.
-Rating: PG-13 (Language)
-Author's Note: Feed me
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I turn round
Like a dumb
beast in a show,
Neither know
what I am
Nor where I go,
My language
beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that's my
shame.
What hurts the
soul
My soul adores,
No better than
a beast
Upon all fours.
W.B. Yeats
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Four hours ago she had written in
her journal pouring her heart onto its pages as her tranluscent
tears bathed the palid paper. She prayed for sleep, but sleep was
not so kind. When her boy shaped itself into him, into him that
was no longer there, warming her with his coolness, comforting
her with his strength. How was she supposed to live when he had
left for sixteen hours and her body was screaming for his.
She couldn't eat, she couldn't
talk, she felt lost and alone. But more alone than anything. At
times she could smell him around her and she would turn around
fully expecting him to be there, leaning against a tree with
passion filled eyes and open arms. But all that followed her were
shadows filled with pain and sorrow.
She would hear his voice,
whispering in her ear softly and tenderly. Talking about
everything, life, love, people, vampires.....just talking.
Talking without restriction, talking without walls. Saying what
was on her mind and not being ashamed.
She shivered.
It was a cold night. She could use
his duster, all warm and worn in, smelling like him. She should
have stayed with it. At least something to remember him by. But
then she realized that no matter how much he left her, the only
thing that would bring her comfort would be him, his eyes, his
hands, his smile.
Damm him for making me feel
this way.
Walking home after a late patrol
she slumped, disappointed, he was not there, he was gone.......
She saw her house in the distance,
back to her lonely bed, back to the kitchen where little
mashmellows will live uneaten. Back to the back porch where
she'll sit on the steps alone.
Then she felt it....she felt.....a
vampire...a familiar vampire.
She stoped on her tracks and her
heart rate sped up.
Did he come back? Did he
change his mind? Is he waiting for me? Will he stay?
She broke into a run with a heart
soaring above the clouds. He was back! He couldn't stay away!
He loves me!
She stoped to take a better look,
she wanted to surprise him. Then she saw him, in the
darkness,.....black coat....her senses screamed out: vampire!
With a smile plastered on her once
sad face she ran to him, her senses sung in harmony at her
delight.
He sensed her coming and
immedietly turned around to look at his love. She was smiling and
running, she looked so happy, so glad to see him, and his heart
soared.
She's all mine! At last!
He thought.
She saw him turning around and her
entire body froze and came to a terrifying halt. Her heart sunk
to the pit of her stomach and she felt the bile threatening to
spill.
He rushed to her side as her small
body collapsed to the ground.
"Buffy?" he asked
kneeling next to her, his eyes searching hers. "Are you
alright?"
She met his dark gaze and she felt
her whole world fall apart. "Angel? What are you doing
here?"
He stammered, she did not seemed
pleased to see him at all. She looked almost disappointed, lost,
and hurt.
"We need to talk,
Buffy."
She looked at the face of this man
she would always love but was no longer in love with and her
bottom lips trembled. "What's wrong? You know it's 3:30
AM?"
"Buffy, this is
serious." he stoped and smiled. "This is about
us."
"Us?" she asked in
almost horror. Men and their timing!
She stood up and he led her to the
porch steps and sat down. She stared at him as he sat looking at
his hands, looking all nerveous.
Those steps.
There she had sat with Spike a
couple of months ago. Sadness filled her again as she thought of
her gone lover.
"OK, so what brought you out
from hidding?" She asked crossing her arms and staring at
him.
"Buffy, what wrong?" he
asked sensing her uneasiness.
She froze. Was she that readable?
"What do you mean?" she
asked frowning.
"I don't know.....it just
feels like you don't want here." he said looking down.
"Angel it's not
that....."she said feeling bad. "I just......I have a
lot on my mind lately."
He nodded. "Well I am sorry
Buffy, but I have news."
She nodded for him to go on.
Silence.
"I'm moving back." he
said in a whisper.
She could have sword he said he
was moving back. "What?"
"I am moving back,...."
he said getting up and smiling at her.
She looked at him in horror. He
was smiling! Did he think that she wanted him to move back, just
when she was completely over him?
"Why?" was all that she
could ask.
He kept smiling and took a deep
uneeded breath. "I am turning human."
She froze. Thousands of thoughts
flooded her mind, so fast, so rapid that she felt out of breath.
"Buffy, my love, did you hear
me? In a couple of hours I'll be human!" She said grabbing
her by the shoulders and hugging her in a ferocious manner than
made her want Spike's lean compatible body instead of Angel's.
She pulled away from his embrace
and stared at him blankly. "What?.....How?" she
stammered.
He kept the huge grin on his face
and he begun explaining about the Shanshu and his prize and
redeption and all these things that he had known for months yet
never told her. She didn't know whether to be mad at him or be
happy for him. Funny how she thought of his hapiness not theirs.
"Angel that's great....I mean
it's a miracle." she said looking at him in wonder.
"But why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged. "The prophesy
said it wasn't going to be until years from now, so I though it
best not to tell you." he said and she understood.
"That's until a couple of hours ago when Spike came
by.."
"Spike?" She cried
jumping up and looking at him in expectancy.
"Yeah Spike, you know the
pain in the...."
"When did you see him?"
she interupted him.
"Don't worry, he wasn't
trouble...."
"When did you see him?"
she cried, grabbing his arm in desperation.
"Buffy, what is the matter
with you?" Angel said holding her back. "What did he do
this time that has you this rattled up?"
"What do you mean?" she
asked innocently realizing the fool she had just made out of
herself.
"Buffy, you can't tell me
nothings wrong, what's up with Spike? What has he done?"
Angel said looking at her turned face.
"Can you just tell me when
you saw him?" she asked in a low controlled voice.
"I told you, a couple of
hours ago. He came to tell me that Drusilla had sent him a
message declaring that her "daddy" was lost forever
since his heart will beat like a pesky human." Angel said
letting go of her.
"He went to L.A. to tell you,
that you were turning human?" she asked in a ragedy voice.
"Yes....Buffy what's
wrong?" he said. "Why is this bothering you so
much?"
She stepped away and turned her
back on him. "Because.....he knew." she said in a
whisper.
Angel steped in front of her and
saw a single tear running down her cheek, and for the first time
in that night he noticed the bags under her eyes.
"Buffy...."
"He knew you were turning
human so he left.....he left just like you did and for the same
reason you did." She said and looked at him. "For me to
have a normal life."
Angel stood there in shock. Was it
possible, had Spike fallen in love with Buffy, or more
importantly had Buffy.....
Anger rose in him and he grabbed
her arm. "Did he touch you?" he roared his face vamping
out.
Buffy stood there paralyzed, first
at Angel's ourburst, second at his rough manner.
"Did he?" he yelled at
her face. Then he sniffed her and he knew. He let her go and his
human mask melted back in to place.
He stared at her with hurt in his
eyes.
"Angel...." she begun as
all the guilt washed over her. "I am sorry...."
"You're sorry? That's all you
can say?" He screamed. "I let go of you so you can have
a normal life, and you go on and fuck another vampire?"
Before he knew what happened,
Buffy's knuckle met his chin and sent him flying across the lawn.
She walked up to the vampire that
was lying on her front lawn. "Get out." she hissed at
him.
He jumped up and she saw the rage
flashing yellow sparks in his eyes.
"Buffy, he's a
monster!!" he cried. "He's a souless creature who will
hurt you....and look he already has!"
Buffy's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"He has more feeling and more humanity than what you had in
two hundred years of plaguing this earth!"
"I had no soul!" he
defended.
"My point exactly!" she
cried. "Without a soul, you're nothing. You are the
monster.......a sick demented moster who cared nothing for no one
but himself. I should know, your action almost destroyed
me."
He stared at her blankly.
"And you're saying he isn't."
That was the cherry on top. She
shoved him to the ground and glared at him. "I not only
trust this "souless creature" with my life, but with
the life of my mother, my sister, and my friends. I trust him
because without a soul he has more heart than any creature I've
know! Including you. I loved you once, Angel but YOU left ME. You
left me. Don't come back all noble and self righteous thinking
that I'll acept you with open arms. Because these arms haven't
been opened for a very long time. You shut me out." she
paused and he stood up with only pain in his small brown eyes.
"You shut me out, and I should thank you."
He looked at her with confussion.
"You leaving meant me growing
up. Me growing up meant me finding myself and you know who showed
me?" She looked at him for some time. "Spike. Spike
showed me who I was. Beacause......" she sighted.
"There are so many becauses, from the rough talk of my dark
nature to his gentle touch. He showed me. He's who I love."
she looked down at her hands. "I am glad for you Angel, I
really am." she turned around and started walking back to
her house. The paused and looked at the stunned vampire.
"You're going to make some woman very happy......but it
won't be me......." She walked back to her house, back to
her porch, back through her kitchen, and to her room that still
smelled of old cigarrettes and him.
Soul must learn a love that is
Proper to my breast,
Limbs a love in common
With every noble beast.
If soul may look and body
touch
Which is the more blest?
W. B. Yeats
TBC.................................
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