Title: Hold onto the Wings of an Eagle Rating: ? Shipping: B/A with darkness (: B/S , A/C? implied Status: TBC Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or BTVS somebody does I think? Summary: I don't know?

It coursed through her body like 1000 volts. She felt her nerves sting to their highest point, the blood in her veins come to a complete stop as her heart pounded one last thud before it stopped. She felt her brain go haywire with the confused signals and her senses died in her body. She knew this feeling. It was like your body was giving one last kick before it gave up. Gone were her memories, love, and hopes. She felt her body empty of any fighting power it still contained. Her eyelids shut without her permission and she felt a force come down on her that seemed to push her down.

This is the place where she remembered being happy and forgetting the doom. This was the place of tenderest joy. The grief in idle catches like a summers trance upon her sleeping eyes. The heat that gilded the iron heaven and hides the truth of like. She felt despair and vanity behind her with the great disaster of her birth. The thoughts of love and foul sin were swept away with the sweet herbs that flourished here. She felt the gentle woos and rays of heavens sweet honey on her lips with the sound of new music to fill her solitude. Sunshine in her heart and after long fasting on this journey she had food! The draught of perfect good flooded her soul and healed her ancient pain.

These were the joys of heaven and all that lay beyond. With only a small taste of this peace, the slayer felt her body being torn; as before, from her place of redemption. Her fragile body was torn back to a more empty region. Not heaven, not earth, somewhere in between. Her eyes were quick to open with the sudden chill that reached the inside of her bones. Her eyes did not deny her the sight before her.

The women sat now, on three stones of equality. And the Buffy felt the same rush and woe that had captured her other half. They spoke to her in mind for their lips were sealed. 'We beheld your numbed spirits fatal fall. Why have you plagued your mind with such dark thoughts so that you have forgotten the golden cornfields and warmth of life. Have you lost so much that you are outwinged in flight. Once you soared beyond the sunshine and you sought thanklessness and did not fear life. Now you hide in the abysmal night. What has happened to you, Buffy Anne Summers, that you cried for a god to rip you from the depths of earth?' The Chosen One watched in stunned silence as they each turned to her and awaited her answer. 'I have not lost all, that true. But much has been taken from me.' She felt their cryptic words rubbing off on her. 'You took everything that I was close to and you expect me to keep a smile on my face and act as if there is something that I can fight for. I come home and its empty. There is no one I can love anymore. You took them. And finally I get a chance with them and you wonder why I'm sooo ready to take it?' The maidens were surprised by her sudden outburst and the truth it held. 'We shall offer you a deal, warrior, if you wish to take it. There is one you share your pain with, your cries of simple-hearted fear. He is familiar with this changeful show. You were once united and strong. But on your separation he took with him strength while you took impassioned pain. Your heavy hearts call out for the one thing they desire. His is a human heart, yours is that of a demon. Both desires have been recognized..' 'Its about time.' Buffy said not really getting the whole thing except she wanted evil. 'Silence. His heart ponders the mirrored sorrows of his life and weeps before the maidens wreathed bier. But with this gift he shall tell the story of trusting the souls invincible faith. Your heart prompts the passion of this strutting world and walks across a void of mystery and dread. You are the unhappy dreamer that choosest not the better part. It is wisdom to be only wise and wisdom is to believe your heart. Your choice is to be poisoned with a heart of stone and lurched into fateful emptiness. The Angel is saved but the Chosen is cursed. So let it be written. So let it be done.' Buffy knew what they were saying. She could feel it. The Darkness. She welcomed it with knowledge. It consumed her. Every month that had passed in her life lately evil had bitten its way into her conscious. She felt her form change and the characteristics of those she hunted enter her body. She closed out the glory of the light and embraced the black and awful chaos of the night. She became her nemesis. Buffy Anne Summers was the first slayer to become a true vampire.

TBC Feedback What should Angel and Buffy be like? Angel vamp still? Buffy part human? Help!