TITLE: A Cold Day in Hell
AUTHOR: Kim
E-MAIL: kim.harmel@ntlworld.com.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I don't want them, they make me cry
too much. Joss and his people do the owning thing
SPOILERS: Everything up to TYF and then the story splits off into my own little world.
TIMELINE: A year after TYF
FEEDBACK: Please.
RATING: R or 15 for the UK
AUTHOR'S NOTES: When Buffy's soul is hunted by the greatest evil in creation only Angel can save her, but will he be in time?
This story is also Spike friendly and anti Riley ;)
DEDICATION: Rosi, Deirdre, Leisa and Sunnyshine.
A Cold Day in Hell.
Prologue
Angel swept Buffy up in to his strong muscular arms. The heavy smell of vanilla combined with Buffy's hot breath on his neck was sending shock waves of lust straight to his groin. He groaned in near ecstasy as Buffy's scalding mouth hungrily attacked his lips in a desperate attempt to gain entry.
Everything had happened so quickly, then on reflection, when it came to Buffy that was the only way it could be. First came the yelling, then the fighting and ultimately the fire.
The intense rush of desire that passed between the two soul mates startled Angel, causing his lips to part in a tormented gasp. Buffy took full advantage of the situation and slipped her warm tongue deep inside, an intense sigh reached right down to her toes as she rediscovered heaven. Buffy then proceeded to ravish every part of the vampire's cool mouth.
On reaching the master bedroom Angel was frustrated to find the door closed, too impatient to try the handle or break their kiss he kicked out at the obstruction using slightly more force then was necessary. The door exploded off its hinges and shattered in to a dozen assorted pieces.
Not bothering to inspect the damage Angel staggered over the wreckage, both he and Buffy giggling like naughty children.
He proceeded straight towards his large bed in the corner of the room; Angel then lowered Buffy gently into the dark blue silky sheets. The contrast of light against dark was breathtaking even for a vampire that needed no breath. For a moment Buffy couldn't move, breathing deeply, her senses were totally engulfed by the unique masculine scent that was only ever Angel; she just gazed lovingly at the wonderful man in front of her.
Angel had never seen Buffy look more beautiful; a feeling of utter contentment stole over his soul as he tenderly smiled back at the woman he loved more than life itself.
Their eyes locked, both lost in a hundred different memories. The past the present and the future all blended together.
Buffy's overwhelming desire to touch him again became too great, unable to wait another second she reached up and ran her hands over the muscular contours of his perfectly formed chest. Her hands gliding smoothly over the expensive black silk shirt Angel was wearing. On reaching the tiny dark buttons her fingers trembled with anticipation.
Angel licked his suddenly very dry lips and watched as Buffy's hands started to caress his body. It was so incredible to feel her touch again, **How could he have denied himself this long**
After fumbling to undo the second button Buffy's attitude changed. She grabbed hold of the shirt and with a flick of the wrist she ripped it to shreds. Patience had never been her strong point and Buffy decided she had waited long enough, nothing was going to stop her from getting to Angel's delicious body tonight.
Angel chuckled as the remnants of his favorite shirt fell to the ground.
" Sorry" Buffy purred almost, her wonderful lust filled eyes sparkling up at him.
With the annoying garment now out of the way Buffy continued her quest to reach his perfect skin. She shivered as her fingers skimmed lightly across the cool, pale flesh. Overcome with a serious need for intimate contact Buffy raised her mouth to Angel's chest and circled her tongue around the first coppery nipple she found, caressing it lovingly into a small tight bud.
Angel threw his head back and growled almost in pain. Buffy then moved her mouth to his neglected nipple and softly pulled it between her teeth.
The pleasure that simple act brought Angel was indescribable. In that one-second the long years of loneliness and heartache were forgotten.
" Buffy" he sighed deeply and ran his hands through the silky tresses of her long golden hair, winding the soft strands around his fingers Angel gently pulled her mouth away from his chest and tilted her face back towards his.
I love you" Buffy whispered her eyes brimming with tears.
" I love you" Angel opened his heart and the million emotions he'd carefully locked away over the years spilled forth.
"I love you, I love you so much" he kissed her eyes, her nose moving to her earlobe and the soft flesh just below. Angel slowly reacquainted his mouth with every part of her delectable face he could find
Buffy moaned and quivered as his cool lips pulled tenderly at her skin. Angel gradually worked his way back to her mouth and lost himself in the burning heat of her touch.
" I've waited for you, I've waited so long" he gazed deeply into sparkling hazel pools that he feared he would never see again.
Buffy's eyes were like fire; burning with deep adoration and that adoration was directed straight at him, only for him.
" I want you, I need you" Buffy moaned softly as Angel caressed her cheek. Her tiny hand reached out to unbuckle his belt. Angel made no attempt to stop her as her fingers slowly lowered the zip on his black trousers.
" I need you too I always have" Angel's confession slipped quietly over his lips, it was painfully true, he needed her more than he needed blood. He had tried so hard to let her go, he had fought such an internal battle but his lonely soul continuously call out for her and today her soul had called right back.
Buffy reached up behind her neck and untied the straps on her tiny lace top; it rippled seductively down her slender arms. Angel watched mesmerised as the flimsy piece of material revealed more of her tantalising flesh. In his eyes, Buffy's body was the most beautiful sight in the entire world. Her radiant skin was the colour of golden honey and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life lost inside her.
On that thought Angel wrapped his arms possessively around her and pulled her semi naked body into his chest. Her flesh felt so hot it almost burnt his skin, it was the most welcome feeling Angel had ever known. It felt like after years of being lost in the wilderness he was finally coming home.
Passion ignited in both of them, as the need to share their bodies became too strong to resist. Their first lovemaking after so many wasted years turned into a desperate frenzy of lust; they had been apart far too long for any other way. This joining was all about need, longing, and passion. Tenderness and love would come, but that would be later.
Angel lay his dark head back into the softness of the pillows totally sated. He pulled Buffy's sleeping body deeper into his arms and snuggled closer feeling completely at peace. He turned his head slightly and smiled, Angel adored watching Buffy sleep. He just loved the way she sighed, whimpered and moved her body against his unconsciously seeking contact. He loved the way her long dark eyelashes swept over her eyes and flickered as she dreamt. But more than anything he loved watching her breathe, the simple rise and fall of her small chest mixed with the soft breath she exhaled onto his body filled Angel with pure joy.
He resisted the sudden urge to grab his sketchpad and capture the look of utter bliss that had formed over Buffy's delicate features; Angel couldn't bear the thought of moving away from his lover's arms even for a second. So, storing the blissful expression deep into his memory he pressed a soft kiss to her hair instead. Buffy murmured, reached out her arm and snuggled closer to Angel's chest.
Angel felt the first stirrings of desire build as her body wiggled enticingly against his. He leaned over and softly pressed his mouth to Buffy's, nibbling gently at her lips. Buffy sighed and sucked Angel's tongue deep inside her mouth, after a long satisfying kiss she pulled away smiling.
" That was nice"
Angel traced her features with his long fingers; he gently stroked the soft skin revelling in the warmth beneath his touch.
" I love you" he sighed truthfully. He had longed to say those words so many times in the past but had always been forced to hide them away. Now they were together again he wanted the whole world to know how much he loved Buffy Summers.
Buffy smiled and slowly extracted herself from Angel's arms; she then slid towards the side of the bed. Angel immediately missed the warmth of her body. He leaned over and tried to persuade her to stay.
" Don't go" Angel's voice filled with longing as he dropped tiny butterfly kisses along her bare shoulder blade.
" I have to, sorry." Buffy apologised without turning back; she reached over for her discarded clothes and started to dress.
Angel sat up and watched in disappointment as her glorious body was once again hidden in clothing.
" When will I see you again...Tonight?" He reached out to catch her hand, Buffy didn't move.
Angel left the bed and walked up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her back into his naked body. Closing his eyes he pressed his face into her hair and inhaled her scent. A fresh wave of lust caused him to growl as Buffy wiggled against his growing erection.
" Buffy, come back to bed" Angel's body was already responding to the call of it's mate. He moved her hair to one side and pressed his mouth onto her throat, ignoring the smell of her blood flowing just beneath the surface he slid his cold tongue lovingly over the rough scar tissue of his old bite. He was then filled with a profound sense of male pride. Buffy had been with him first, in every way possible and nothing would ever change that no matter who had followed in his footsteps.
Buffy turned slowly in his arms; she reached up on to tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
" Sorry lover, but the sex really wasn't that good " a humourless smile quirked at her lips.
Angel's eyes snapped open as if he'd been slapped; he stared into cold, black empty eyes.
"Oh God Buffy, your soul" he was stunned, he knew Buffy couldn't possibly be a vampire because he could still feel her heart beating, she was still so warm but it was very obvious she no longer possessed her soul.
" Got it in one baby and there was I thinking you were only a pretty face " Buffy pushed away with just enough force to break his grip.
Angel couldn't move, the pain in his chest where his heart used to beat multiplied with every word.
Buffy just laughed at the torment and confusion in the vampire's face, without a word she turned on her heels and walked slowly towards the broken door.
After stepping over the debris she stopped abruptly and turned her head back towards Angel. The evil sneer on her once beautiful face shattered his heart.
Blowing him a long seductive kiss her black dead eyes flashed red with fire.
" Bye loser"
*****
Angel gasped and sat up, taking deep unnecessary breaths. If his heart had been beating it would have jumped right out of his chest in fright. His whole body trembled as each vivid detail of his nightmare became clear.
It was just a dream, just a dream" he repeated trying to rationalise his fear. Slinging his long muscular legs over the side of his bed Angel sat with his head cradled in his hands. He still wasn't quite convinced. The dream had felt so real, so much detail.
Angel had often dreamt of Buffy over the years, apart from when he was being haunted by the first evil his dreams of Buffy had always brought him relief. His recent dreams usually involved sunlight, light fluffy situations that Angel knew would always be impossible but still brought comfort to his lonely empty life. But this, this was so very different, this dream had been dark and seriously disturbing.
The closest he could remember to this fear was the wedding dream he had experienced just before leaving Sunnydale. That dream had been so bad it had convinced him to leave Sunnydale and Buffy forever, this new dream was a million times worse. He paced around the room trying desperately to shake the haunting images from his mind but they stayed fast.
Angel crossed the room and picked up the phone, he dialed a few numbers but then replaced the receiver. A call wouldn't be enough, this time he had to go in person. He knew now - without a doubt - that this was no ordinary nightmare. This dream was a warning, or worse a prophecy.
Buffy was in serious danger; something out there in the darkness was hunting her very soul.
TBC
AUTHOR: Kim
E-MAIL: kim.harmel@ntlworld.com.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I don't want them, they make me cry
too much. Joss and his people do the owning thing
SPOILERS: Everything up to TYF and then the story splits off into my own little world.
TIMELINE: A year after TYF
FEEDBACK: Please.
RATING: R or 15 for the UK
AUTHOR'S NOTES: When Buffy's soul is hunted by the greatest evil in creation only Angel can save her, but will he be in time?
This story is also Spike friendly and anti Riley ;)
DEDICATION: Rosi, Deirdre, Leisa and Sunnyshine.
A Cold Day in Hell.
Prologue
Angel swept Buffy up in to his strong muscular arms. The heavy smell of vanilla combined with Buffy's hot breath on his neck was sending shock waves of lust straight to his groin. He groaned in near ecstasy as Buffy's scalding mouth hungrily attacked his lips in a desperate attempt to gain entry.
Everything had happened so quickly, then on reflection, when it came to Buffy that was the only way it could be. First came the yelling, then the fighting and ultimately the fire.
The intense rush of desire that passed between the two soul mates startled Angel, causing his lips to part in a tormented gasp. Buffy took full advantage of the situation and slipped her warm tongue deep inside, an intense sigh reached right down to her toes as she rediscovered heaven. Buffy then proceeded to ravish every part of the vampire's cool mouth.
On reaching the master bedroom Angel was frustrated to find the door closed, too impatient to try the handle or break their kiss he kicked out at the obstruction using slightly more force then was necessary. The door exploded off its hinges and shattered in to a dozen assorted pieces.
Not bothering to inspect the damage Angel staggered over the wreckage, both he and Buffy giggling like naughty children.
He proceeded straight towards his large bed in the corner of the room; Angel then lowered Buffy gently into the dark blue silky sheets. The contrast of light against dark was breathtaking even for a vampire that needed no breath. For a moment Buffy couldn't move, breathing deeply, her senses were totally engulfed by the unique masculine scent that was only ever Angel; she just gazed lovingly at the wonderful man in front of her.
Angel had never seen Buffy look more beautiful; a feeling of utter contentment stole over his soul as he tenderly smiled back at the woman he loved more than life itself.
Their eyes locked, both lost in a hundred different memories. The past the present and the future all blended together.
Buffy's overwhelming desire to touch him again became too great, unable to wait another second she reached up and ran her hands over the muscular contours of his perfectly formed chest. Her hands gliding smoothly over the expensive black silk shirt Angel was wearing. On reaching the tiny dark buttons her fingers trembled with anticipation.
Angel licked his suddenly very dry lips and watched as Buffy's hands started to caress his body. It was so incredible to feel her touch again, **How could he have denied himself this long**
After fumbling to undo the second button Buffy's attitude changed. She grabbed hold of the shirt and with a flick of the wrist she ripped it to shreds. Patience had never been her strong point and Buffy decided she had waited long enough, nothing was going to stop her from getting to Angel's delicious body tonight.
Angel chuckled as the remnants of his favorite shirt fell to the ground.
" Sorry" Buffy purred almost, her wonderful lust filled eyes sparkling up at him.
With the annoying garment now out of the way Buffy continued her quest to reach his perfect skin. She shivered as her fingers skimmed lightly across the cool, pale flesh. Overcome with a serious need for intimate contact Buffy raised her mouth to Angel's chest and circled her tongue around the first coppery nipple she found, caressing it lovingly into a small tight bud.
Angel threw his head back and growled almost in pain. Buffy then moved her mouth to his neglected nipple and softly pulled it between her teeth.
The pleasure that simple act brought Angel was indescribable. In that one-second the long years of loneliness and heartache were forgotten.
" Buffy" he sighed deeply and ran his hands through the silky tresses of her long golden hair, winding the soft strands around his fingers Angel gently pulled her mouth away from his chest and tilted her face back towards his.
I love you" Buffy whispered her eyes brimming with tears.
" I love you" Angel opened his heart and the million emotions he'd carefully locked away over the years spilled forth.
"I love you, I love you so much" he kissed her eyes, her nose moving to her earlobe and the soft flesh just below. Angel slowly reacquainted his mouth with every part of her delectable face he could find
Buffy moaned and quivered as his cool lips pulled tenderly at her skin. Angel gradually worked his way back to her mouth and lost himself in the burning heat of her touch.
" I've waited for you, I've waited so long" he gazed deeply into sparkling hazel pools that he feared he would never see again.
Buffy's eyes were like fire; burning with deep adoration and that adoration was directed straight at him, only for him.
" I want you, I need you" Buffy moaned softly as Angel caressed her cheek. Her tiny hand reached out to unbuckle his belt. Angel made no attempt to stop her as her fingers slowly lowered the zip on his black trousers.
" I need you too I always have" Angel's confession slipped quietly over his lips, it was painfully true, he needed her more than he needed blood. He had tried so hard to let her go, he had fought such an internal battle but his lonely soul continuously call out for her and today her soul had called right back.
Buffy reached up behind her neck and untied the straps on her tiny lace top; it rippled seductively down her slender arms. Angel watched mesmerised as the flimsy piece of material revealed more of her tantalising flesh. In his eyes, Buffy's body was the most beautiful sight in the entire world. Her radiant skin was the colour of golden honey and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life lost inside her.
On that thought Angel wrapped his arms possessively around her and pulled her semi naked body into his chest. Her flesh felt so hot it almost burnt his skin, it was the most welcome feeling Angel had ever known. It felt like after years of being lost in the wilderness he was finally coming home.
Passion ignited in both of them, as the need to share their bodies became too strong to resist. Their first lovemaking after so many wasted years turned into a desperate frenzy of lust; they had been apart far too long for any other way. This joining was all about need, longing, and passion. Tenderness and love would come, but that would be later.
Angel lay his dark head back into the softness of the pillows totally sated. He pulled Buffy's sleeping body deeper into his arms and snuggled closer feeling completely at peace. He turned his head slightly and smiled, Angel adored watching Buffy sleep. He just loved the way she sighed, whimpered and moved her body against his unconsciously seeking contact. He loved the way her long dark eyelashes swept over her eyes and flickered as she dreamt. But more than anything he loved watching her breathe, the simple rise and fall of her small chest mixed with the soft breath she exhaled onto his body filled Angel with pure joy.
He resisted the sudden urge to grab his sketchpad and capture the look of utter bliss that had formed over Buffy's delicate features; Angel couldn't bear the thought of moving away from his lover's arms even for a second. So, storing the blissful expression deep into his memory he pressed a soft kiss to her hair instead. Buffy murmured, reached out her arm and snuggled closer to Angel's chest.
Angel felt the first stirrings of desire build as her body wiggled enticingly against his. He leaned over and softly pressed his mouth to Buffy's, nibbling gently at her lips. Buffy sighed and sucked Angel's tongue deep inside her mouth, after a long satisfying kiss she pulled away smiling.
" That was nice"
Angel traced her features with his long fingers; he gently stroked the soft skin revelling in the warmth beneath his touch.
" I love you" he sighed truthfully. He had longed to say those words so many times in the past but had always been forced to hide them away. Now they were together again he wanted the whole world to know how much he loved Buffy Summers.
Buffy smiled and slowly extracted herself from Angel's arms; she then slid towards the side of the bed. Angel immediately missed the warmth of her body. He leaned over and tried to persuade her to stay.
" Don't go" Angel's voice filled with longing as he dropped tiny butterfly kisses along her bare shoulder blade.
" I have to, sorry." Buffy apologised without turning back; she reached over for her discarded clothes and started to dress.
Angel sat up and watched in disappointment as her glorious body was once again hidden in clothing.
" When will I see you again...Tonight?" He reached out to catch her hand, Buffy didn't move.
Angel left the bed and walked up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her back into his naked body. Closing his eyes he pressed his face into her hair and inhaled her scent. A fresh wave of lust caused him to growl as Buffy wiggled against his growing erection.
" Buffy, come back to bed" Angel's body was already responding to the call of it's mate. He moved her hair to one side and pressed his mouth onto her throat, ignoring the smell of her blood flowing just beneath the surface he slid his cold tongue lovingly over the rough scar tissue of his old bite. He was then filled with a profound sense of male pride. Buffy had been with him first, in every way possible and nothing would ever change that no matter who had followed in his footsteps.
Buffy turned slowly in his arms; she reached up on to tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
" Sorry lover, but the sex really wasn't that good " a humourless smile quirked at her lips.
Angel's eyes snapped open as if he'd been slapped; he stared into cold, black empty eyes.
"Oh God Buffy, your soul" he was stunned, he knew Buffy couldn't possibly be a vampire because he could still feel her heart beating, she was still so warm but it was very obvious she no longer possessed her soul.
" Got it in one baby and there was I thinking you were only a pretty face " Buffy pushed away with just enough force to break his grip.
Angel couldn't move, the pain in his chest where his heart used to beat multiplied with every word.
Buffy just laughed at the torment and confusion in the vampire's face, without a word she turned on her heels and walked slowly towards the broken door.
After stepping over the debris she stopped abruptly and turned her head back towards Angel. The evil sneer on her once beautiful face shattered his heart.
Blowing him a long seductive kiss her black dead eyes flashed red with fire.
" Bye loser"
*****
Angel gasped and sat up, taking deep unnecessary breaths. If his heart had been beating it would have jumped right out of his chest in fright. His whole body trembled as each vivid detail of his nightmare became clear.
It was just a dream, just a dream" he repeated trying to rationalise his fear. Slinging his long muscular legs over the side of his bed Angel sat with his head cradled in his hands. He still wasn't quite convinced. The dream had felt so real, so much detail.
Angel had often dreamt of Buffy over the years, apart from when he was being haunted by the first evil his dreams of Buffy had always brought him relief. His recent dreams usually involved sunlight, light fluffy situations that Angel knew would always be impossible but still brought comfort to his lonely empty life. But this, this was so very different, this dream had been dark and seriously disturbing.
The closest he could remember to this fear was the wedding dream he had experienced just before leaving Sunnydale. That dream had been so bad it had convinced him to leave Sunnydale and Buffy forever, this new dream was a million times worse. He paced around the room trying desperately to shake the haunting images from his mind but they stayed fast.
Angel crossed the room and picked up the phone, he dialed a few numbers but then replaced the receiver. A call wouldn't be enough, this time he had to go in person. He knew now - without a doubt - that this was no ordinary nightmare. This dream was a warning, or worse a prophecy.
Buffy was in serious danger; something out there in the darkness was hunting her very soul.
TBC