Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. "Valentine" belongs to the WB and "Simply Irresistible" belongs to 20th Century Fox.
Finished: April 15, 2001
~~ Slayer 101 ~~
I enter the apartment and instantly I know something's wrong. Angel's not on the couch where I left him and he's not in the kitchen. I hear giggles emanating from the bedroom. I drop the bag of movies on the floor and race to the door. It's locked but that' no problem for me. Turning the doorknob aggressively, I break the lock and enter the room. Angel is backed up against the wall as Dru presses herself against him.
"Play with me, Daddy," she coos with a smile. Her fanged expression turns to a pout. "Have it your way. There'll be no playing before dinner."
He leans in to bite Angel and I grab her arm, pulling her away from him before she makes contact. "Back off, psycho," I hiss.
"Let go!" she screams, pulling her arm away. "You've spoiled everything now! Daddy shall be very cross with you."
"Dru face it, your Daddy's gone and he's not coming back." I say, throwing a right cross and hitting her in the face. She hits the wall beside me and slumps to the floor crying. "Angel, get out of here." I order. He leaves the room as Dru stands up. "It's just you and me now," I say to her. "Let's try and make it quick, I have a movie date."
She lunges toward me with hate in her yellow eyes. I grab her outstretched arms and fling her into the wall behind me. I pull a stake from out of my jacket. She lunges at me again, but with a stake in my hand I can't deflect her properly and she tackles me to the floor. She unloads punch after punch on my face until I finally get a good hit in and throw her off me. I can feel the warm blood seeping from my nose and lips and Dru runs out of the room as I grope the floor for my stake. My head is pounding. I must have knocked it against the floor when I hit the ground.
My fingers grasp the smooth wood and I follow her out of the room. She's hurrying toward the couch where Angel is pacing, talking to the police on the phone. In the midst of telling them his address, he sees Dru race toward him and drops the phone on the floor. She pushes him back onto the couch, straddles him, and sinks her teeth into his neck. She pauses for a minute to sit up, lost in the taste of her Sire's blood. "You taste like honeydew, Daddy," she says. She turns around as I bury the stake in her heart from behind and I see the pain and surprise etched on her face.
"I told you to back off," I smirk as she falls to dust. "Some girls just don't know when to give up."
Angel looks up at me with one hand on his neck. "What the hell was she?" he asks with confusion clearly written on his face.
"Uh, she belongs to a large gang in town," I say quickly. "They're often hyped up on PCP."
Angel gives me a disbelieving look. "Then what happened to her?" he asks.
"Um, it was a trick of light." I explain.
"So do 'tricks of light' always leave dust all over the place?" he asks picking some off of his black shirt. I have no answer so he continues. "Tell me the truth, Buffy. She drank my blood...was she a vampire or something?" I nod and sit down beside him. "So what where you doing fighting her?"
"I slay them, it's in the job description," I say. "I'm the Slayer. I fight vampires and other demons and save people."
Angel sat back on the couch taking in the information. "You're a superhero?"
"Not exactly," I say. "Nobody really knows about me except you, my other friends, and my family. And of course the demons."
He sat silently for a minute. "That one kept calling me 'Daddy'." he says more to himself then to me.
"Well, she was crazy," I explain. "She has been since she was made into a vampire." I don't think I should reveal too much about vampires in one night. I'll tell Angel about his own past when he's not in shock. "Should we watch some movies then?"
"Sure, I'll get some popcorn," he says standing up.
I stand up with him and take hold of his hands. "Are you okay? You seem dazed."
"I am a little, but I'll be fine," he reassures me.
There's a knock on the door and Angel startles. "I'll answer it," I say. "Besides, vampires can only come in if you invite them."
I walk to the door and two police officers stand on the other side. "Hi Miss, we're responding to a call about an intruder at this address." one says.
"Yeah, I called," he says. "Luckily my girlfriend came home and scared her away." The police look over at me, obviously thinking how small I am, compared to Angel. "She's tougher than she looks."
The police take down a description of Dru and leave. Angel and I put "Simply Irresistible" into the VCR, figuring we've had enough horror for one night, and cozy up to each other on the couch. Well, actually, he lies down and I lay beside/on top of him and rest my head on his chest. The movie starts playing and Angel sees the main character, Amanda Shelton. "Hey, she's pretty cute," he says.
I playfully hit him. "Yeah, well Adam Carr in "Valentine" is a total hottie," I reply, sticking my tongue out at him.
He chuckles and pulls me closer. I'm asleep in minutes. A couple hours later I wake up and I'm in Angel's bed. I climb off the bed and stand at the doorway. Angel is sitting on the couch watching TV, probably still thinking of tonight's vampire adventure. He seems so different than he used to be. He's not so protective of me for one thing. Not that I minded Angel's willingness to be around me and take care of me, but I kind of miss it. Also, this Angel seems to be less affectionate. Like he said, he's afraid that he'll disappoint me or something. It's like comparing himself to an ex-boyfriend, except that the 'ex-boyfriend' is himself. I'd be happy if Angel could remember our past and who he is, but if he doesn't, well, it doesn't seem to matter much. I love both of them and would be happy with either.
I walk to him and he looks up at me. I take the remote control from him and turn off the TV, then take his hands in mine. He stands up and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. His hands trail up and down my sides. He may have forgot who he is, but somewhere deep inside, he still remembers my body.
I pull him into the bedroom and he watches me as we make love. He studies and explores my body and unlike Parker or Riley, I don't feel self-conscious while he does it.
As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, he falls asleep and I rest my head on his chest, eventually falling asleep too.
Finished: April 15, 2001
~~ Slayer 101 ~~
I enter the apartment and instantly I know something's wrong. Angel's not on the couch where I left him and he's not in the kitchen. I hear giggles emanating from the bedroom. I drop the bag of movies on the floor and race to the door. It's locked but that' no problem for me. Turning the doorknob aggressively, I break the lock and enter the room. Angel is backed up against the wall as Dru presses herself against him.
"Play with me, Daddy," she coos with a smile. Her fanged expression turns to a pout. "Have it your way. There'll be no playing before dinner."
He leans in to bite Angel and I grab her arm, pulling her away from him before she makes contact. "Back off, psycho," I hiss.
"Let go!" she screams, pulling her arm away. "You've spoiled everything now! Daddy shall be very cross with you."
"Dru face it, your Daddy's gone and he's not coming back." I say, throwing a right cross and hitting her in the face. She hits the wall beside me and slumps to the floor crying. "Angel, get out of here." I order. He leaves the room as Dru stands up. "It's just you and me now," I say to her. "Let's try and make it quick, I have a movie date."
She lunges toward me with hate in her yellow eyes. I grab her outstretched arms and fling her into the wall behind me. I pull a stake from out of my jacket. She lunges at me again, but with a stake in my hand I can't deflect her properly and she tackles me to the floor. She unloads punch after punch on my face until I finally get a good hit in and throw her off me. I can feel the warm blood seeping from my nose and lips and Dru runs out of the room as I grope the floor for my stake. My head is pounding. I must have knocked it against the floor when I hit the ground.
My fingers grasp the smooth wood and I follow her out of the room. She's hurrying toward the couch where Angel is pacing, talking to the police on the phone. In the midst of telling them his address, he sees Dru race toward him and drops the phone on the floor. She pushes him back onto the couch, straddles him, and sinks her teeth into his neck. She pauses for a minute to sit up, lost in the taste of her Sire's blood. "You taste like honeydew, Daddy," she says. She turns around as I bury the stake in her heart from behind and I see the pain and surprise etched on her face.
"I told you to back off," I smirk as she falls to dust. "Some girls just don't know when to give up."
Angel looks up at me with one hand on his neck. "What the hell was she?" he asks with confusion clearly written on his face.
"Uh, she belongs to a large gang in town," I say quickly. "They're often hyped up on PCP."
Angel gives me a disbelieving look. "Then what happened to her?" he asks.
"Um, it was a trick of light." I explain.
"So do 'tricks of light' always leave dust all over the place?" he asks picking some off of his black shirt. I have no answer so he continues. "Tell me the truth, Buffy. She drank my blood...was she a vampire or something?" I nod and sit down beside him. "So what where you doing fighting her?"
"I slay them, it's in the job description," I say. "I'm the Slayer. I fight vampires and other demons and save people."
Angel sat back on the couch taking in the information. "You're a superhero?"
"Not exactly," I say. "Nobody really knows about me except you, my other friends, and my family. And of course the demons."
He sat silently for a minute. "That one kept calling me 'Daddy'." he says more to himself then to me.
"Well, she was crazy," I explain. "She has been since she was made into a vampire." I don't think I should reveal too much about vampires in one night. I'll tell Angel about his own past when he's not in shock. "Should we watch some movies then?"
"Sure, I'll get some popcorn," he says standing up.
I stand up with him and take hold of his hands. "Are you okay? You seem dazed."
"I am a little, but I'll be fine," he reassures me.
There's a knock on the door and Angel startles. "I'll answer it," I say. "Besides, vampires can only come in if you invite them."
I walk to the door and two police officers stand on the other side. "Hi Miss, we're responding to a call about an intruder at this address." one says.
"Yeah, I called," he says. "Luckily my girlfriend came home and scared her away." The police look over at me, obviously thinking how small I am, compared to Angel. "She's tougher than she looks."
The police take down a description of Dru and leave. Angel and I put "Simply Irresistible" into the VCR, figuring we've had enough horror for one night, and cozy up to each other on the couch. Well, actually, he lies down and I lay beside/on top of him and rest my head on his chest. The movie starts playing and Angel sees the main character, Amanda Shelton. "Hey, she's pretty cute," he says.
I playfully hit him. "Yeah, well Adam Carr in "Valentine" is a total hottie," I reply, sticking my tongue out at him.
He chuckles and pulls me closer. I'm asleep in minutes. A couple hours later I wake up and I'm in Angel's bed. I climb off the bed and stand at the doorway. Angel is sitting on the couch watching TV, probably still thinking of tonight's vampire adventure. He seems so different than he used to be. He's not so protective of me for one thing. Not that I minded Angel's willingness to be around me and take care of me, but I kind of miss it. Also, this Angel seems to be less affectionate. Like he said, he's afraid that he'll disappoint me or something. It's like comparing himself to an ex-boyfriend, except that the 'ex-boyfriend' is himself. I'd be happy if Angel could remember our past and who he is, but if he doesn't, well, it doesn't seem to matter much. I love both of them and would be happy with either.
I walk to him and he looks up at me. I take the remote control from him and turn off the TV, then take his hands in mine. He stands up and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. His hands trail up and down my sides. He may have forgot who he is, but somewhere deep inside, he still remembers my body.
I pull him into the bedroom and he watches me as we make love. He studies and explores my body and unlike Parker or Riley, I don't feel self-conscious while he does it.
As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, he falls asleep and I rest my head on his chest, eventually falling asleep too.
