Something New
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Notes: See Previous Parts
This alternate universe was really cool, Brandon had to admit. He'd been talking to Xander and Buffy and it turned out that Willow had killed Glory here. So, of course, they hadn't had to go through Buffy dying or anything. Overall it was still the same world, though.
"So in your world, we're all actors?" Xander asked.
"Pretty much," Brandon replied. They were still waiting for Angel to show up.
As if fate heard his thoughts, the jingle of the doorbell was heard. Angel walked in with his normal dark hero vibe going, followed closely by Willow, and the rest.
"Hey," he said softly to Buffy.
"Hey," she replied. Then her eyes grew wide. "What are they doing here?"
Angel looked behind him and saw Darla and Dru. Darla had an evil smirk on her face, while Dru just stared intently at Spike, who was staring back at her, just as intently.
"Didn't anyone tell you, we're all on the same team?" Darla said with distaste.
"You've been hurt," Drusilla said walking towards Spike.
"I've had worse," he replied, cautiously. He quickly scanned her body for a stake. Remember what happened last time and didn't trust his former lover.
"I won't kill you," she said, feeling his eyes on her body. "The Queen of Swords will hurt you far worse than I." She glanced at Buffy. "I will just enjoy your pain."
"Deadboy, you forget how to slay or something?" Xander said, watching the two female vampires.
"No, he didn't forget, but he's bending the rules. He's been doing that a lot lately." She smiled devilishly. "You know, firing his friends, sleeping with the enemy, that sort of stuff," she said nonchalantly.
All eyes turned to Angel, when she said this. The room was completely silent. Angel's eyes were only on Darla.
"I'm shocked, dear boy," she said after a few moments. "You didn't tell your friends, that I was the reason you went groveling back to them. That, ironically, it was our night of lust and passion, that made you see the err of your ways. Well, I'm simply appalled," she said, biting the inside of her lip to keep from laughing. Their stunned faces were priceless.
Brandon, not being stunned by the revelation, since he saw it happen, was calculating who would be the first one to speak up. He was pretty sure it would be either Buffy or Cordy, but he wasn't sure.
"You slept with that... that... there isn't even a word for what she is," Cordy screamed. Her voice broke everyone from their stupor. The room became a gaggle of voices, all reprimanding Angel. Now Brandon had to admit, if he was at home, he would have found this scene hilarious. But being here kinda took the comedy out of it. He decided to help Angel out.
"Everybody Shut Up!!!" he yelled. Everyone turned silent and looked at him. "Thank you. Now of course, you all don't approve of what he did, but I think you're forgetting the big picture. He still has his soul." He stopped a moment, so everyone could digest that information. The growing of their eyes told him it was time to continue. He looked dead at Darla. "That pisses you off to no end, doesn't it. Knowing that you can't provide him with one moment of happiness. Knowing that after four hundred years, you're status hasn't changed." He could see the anger rising in her, but he still pushed. Mostly, because he knew he could. "You're still a whore."
She didn't lunged at him and rip his head off, like she wanted. Her sense of self-preservation was the only thing that kept her from losing control. If anyone had bother to notice her hand though, they would have noticed blood beginning to drip from it, as her nails dung into it.
by AlienPred18
Disclaimer: See Part 1
Notes: See Previous Parts
This alternate universe was really cool, Brandon had to admit. He'd been talking to Xander and Buffy and it turned out that Willow had killed Glory here. So, of course, they hadn't had to go through Buffy dying or anything. Overall it was still the same world, though.
"So in your world, we're all actors?" Xander asked.
"Pretty much," Brandon replied. They were still waiting for Angel to show up.
As if fate heard his thoughts, the jingle of the doorbell was heard. Angel walked in with his normal dark hero vibe going, followed closely by Willow, and the rest.
"Hey," he said softly to Buffy.
"Hey," she replied. Then her eyes grew wide. "What are they doing here?"
Angel looked behind him and saw Darla and Dru. Darla had an evil smirk on her face, while Dru just stared intently at Spike, who was staring back at her, just as intently.
"Didn't anyone tell you, we're all on the same team?" Darla said with distaste.
"You've been hurt," Drusilla said walking towards Spike.
"I've had worse," he replied, cautiously. He quickly scanned her body for a stake. Remember what happened last time and didn't trust his former lover.
"I won't kill you," she said, feeling his eyes on her body. "The Queen of Swords will hurt you far worse than I." She glanced at Buffy. "I will just enjoy your pain."
"Deadboy, you forget how to slay or something?" Xander said, watching the two female vampires.
"No, he didn't forget, but he's bending the rules. He's been doing that a lot lately." She smiled devilishly. "You know, firing his friends, sleeping with the enemy, that sort of stuff," she said nonchalantly.
All eyes turned to Angel, when she said this. The room was completely silent. Angel's eyes were only on Darla.
"I'm shocked, dear boy," she said after a few moments. "You didn't tell your friends, that I was the reason you went groveling back to them. That, ironically, it was our night of lust and passion, that made you see the err of your ways. Well, I'm simply appalled," she said, biting the inside of her lip to keep from laughing. Their stunned faces were priceless.
Brandon, not being stunned by the revelation, since he saw it happen, was calculating who would be the first one to speak up. He was pretty sure it would be either Buffy or Cordy, but he wasn't sure.
"You slept with that... that... there isn't even a word for what she is," Cordy screamed. Her voice broke everyone from their stupor. The room became a gaggle of voices, all reprimanding Angel. Now Brandon had to admit, if he was at home, he would have found this scene hilarious. But being here kinda took the comedy out of it. He decided to help Angel out.
"Everybody Shut Up!!!" he yelled. Everyone turned silent and looked at him. "Thank you. Now of course, you all don't approve of what he did, but I think you're forgetting the big picture. He still has his soul." He stopped a moment, so everyone could digest that information. The growing of their eyes told him it was time to continue. He looked dead at Darla. "That pisses you off to no end, doesn't it. Knowing that you can't provide him with one moment of happiness. Knowing that after four hundred years, you're status hasn't changed." He could see the anger rising in her, but he still pushed. Mostly, because he knew he could. "You're still a whore."
She didn't lunged at him and rip his head off, like she wanted. Her sense of self-preservation was the only thing that kept her from losing control. If anyone had bother to notice her hand though, they would have noticed blood beginning to drip from it, as her nails dung into it.