"Take your straight line for the curb
Make it stretch, the same old line Try and find if it was worth what you spent Why you're guilty for the way You're feeling now It's almost like being free And I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong You'll be rich in love and you will carry on But no- oh no No you won't be mine" -Matchbox Twenty
Later
Buffy awoke in the hotel room alone. "Spike?" she called. They was no answer. She sighed thinking that he had stepped out or something and got the phone calling her mom.
"Hello?" Joyce asked.
"Mom, it's me," Buffy said.
"Buffy! Thank God."
Buffy glanced at the clock. "Spike and I got stuck out in the daylight. We're at a hotel.
"She's okay Rupert."
"Giles is there? It's six o'clock in the morning! Never mind, I don't want to know. I should go mom."
"Okay dear. Be careful."
Buffy rolled her eyes but could feel a smile cross her face. "Yes, the dangerous action of sleeping. Bye mom."
"Bye Buffy." Buffy hung up. She looked around the room. She laid back thinking: six o'clock, he left. Am I that bad? She laid back thinking that this was the second time that she had awaken after making love alone. Hell, in the strictest definition it was only second time that she had made love. What she had done with Angel, or rather Angelus could hardly be termed as that. Then she heard a faint sound, the shower. She relaxed. He soon joined her in the room.
"Sorry that I took off," he said. "You were sleeping so peacefully and I couldn't just wake you so I just took a shower." He got into the bed and she hesitantly curled up next to him. The nervousness that she felt evaporated when his arms came to rest around her bare back.
"I was afraid that you left,"," she admitted.
"Why would I?" he asked.
"Men seem to have to have a habit of doing that to me," she said. "Especially after, you know."
"Why wouldn't I want to stick around after that?" She sat up looking at him shocked. "What?"
"Did Angel ever tell you about what happened when he came to see me after the night we um."
"Not the details. Why?"
"It's nothing." She relaxed against him. She laid her head on his chest. He was still awake as she drifted off to sleep. He looked at her and gently ran a hand through her hair.
"Luv, Angelus is a fool for not realizing what a treasure you are," he whispered. She smiled in her sleep as if hearing what he said.
"My lady soon will stir this way
In sorrow known The white queen walks And the night grows pale Stars of lovingness in her hair Heeding, unheard, pleading, one word So sad, my eyes, she cannot see" -Queen
Two months later
The wedding was held at night so Buffy could attend. "Is it normal for a couple months to go by so fast?" Buffy asked Spike as he drove her to the church.
"Yes," he said. "It's because we live forever. Your mind starts to condense things in your memory."
"Okay, well I need to go. My duty as a daughter calls." The wedding went off without a hitch. Soon they were at the reception. Buffy was dancing with Giles when a bunch of demons broke in.
"Never fails," Buffy muttered. "Get everyone out!" She went straight into slayer mode grabbing the sword she had stashed under one of the tables. She made quick work of several of the demons until they backed off. Then she saw who had sent the demons.
"Miss me lover?" Angel asked.
"Can't take you anywhere," Buffy said with mock-disappointment. "You always ruin nice occasions."
"How have you been doing these last few months?" he asked.
"Did you send your demon squad here to get me alone so we could have a little chat?" Buffy demanded.
"You really want to fight me?" he asked.
"Yes," Buffy said and kicked him. They fought hard until she kicked him out of a window. She ran outside. The first thing that she noticed once outside was that it had begun to rain. But she didn't see Angel anywhere. "Damn it!" she muttered. She walked back inside. She felt something go over her shoulders and looked up seeing Spike. She held his leather duster to tighter to herself as she approached her mother, Giles, and the others. "Willow, Giles, I want you to do the spell." She saw Spike wince but he didn't say anything.
A week later at Buffy's house
"Buffy, we found all the ingredients," Willow said. "And Giles and I found something out. We can make the curse permanent. That is, if you want us to. Do you want us to?"
"Yes," Buffy said.
That night
Everyone sat in the library. They had just finished the spell. "Cool," Oz who was the one who had held the orb said.
"What?" Cordelia asked.
"It glowed," Oz told them.
"Someone should see if it worked," Willow said. Everyone turned to Buffy.
"I'll go see." She stood and walked out. She came across Angel in the park. He was kneeling on the ground shaking. "Angel?"
"Buffy?" she paused knowing instantly that it was him. She had only dreamed that she would one day hear his voice again. The voice of her Angel without a trace of arrogance or hatred. Her name spoke in such tender tones of love. "God, what did I do?" She paused unsure of what he had meant.
"I killed you," he stood up facing her. "I turned you into a vampire." She took a step towards him. "Don't."
"Angel, it wasn't you," Buffy tried.
"It was." He backed up when she started to take another step towards him. He then turned around and ran.
"Angel!" Buffy called. "Wait! Angel?!" She watched as he ran away. She walked back to her house calling the library telling them that the spell had worked and that Angel had his soul.
Make it stretch, the same old line Try and find if it was worth what you spent Why you're guilty for the way You're feeling now It's almost like being free And I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong You'll be rich in love and you will carry on But no- oh no No you won't be mine" -Matchbox Twenty
Later
Buffy awoke in the hotel room alone. "Spike?" she called. They was no answer. She sighed thinking that he had stepped out or something and got the phone calling her mom.
"Hello?" Joyce asked.
"Mom, it's me," Buffy said.
"Buffy! Thank God."
Buffy glanced at the clock. "Spike and I got stuck out in the daylight. We're at a hotel.
"She's okay Rupert."
"Giles is there? It's six o'clock in the morning! Never mind, I don't want to know. I should go mom."
"Okay dear. Be careful."
Buffy rolled her eyes but could feel a smile cross her face. "Yes, the dangerous action of sleeping. Bye mom."
"Bye Buffy." Buffy hung up. She looked around the room. She laid back thinking: six o'clock, he left. Am I that bad? She laid back thinking that this was the second time that she had awaken after making love alone. Hell, in the strictest definition it was only second time that she had made love. What she had done with Angel, or rather Angelus could hardly be termed as that. Then she heard a faint sound, the shower. She relaxed. He soon joined her in the room.
"Sorry that I took off," he said. "You were sleeping so peacefully and I couldn't just wake you so I just took a shower." He got into the bed and she hesitantly curled up next to him. The nervousness that she felt evaporated when his arms came to rest around her bare back.
"I was afraid that you left,"," she admitted.
"Why would I?" he asked.
"Men seem to have to have a habit of doing that to me," she said. "Especially after, you know."
"Why wouldn't I want to stick around after that?" She sat up looking at him shocked. "What?"
"Did Angel ever tell you about what happened when he came to see me after the night we um."
"Not the details. Why?"
"It's nothing." She relaxed against him. She laid her head on his chest. He was still awake as she drifted off to sleep. He looked at her and gently ran a hand through her hair.
"Luv, Angelus is a fool for not realizing what a treasure you are," he whispered. She smiled in her sleep as if hearing what he said.
"My lady soon will stir this way
In sorrow known The white queen walks And the night grows pale Stars of lovingness in her hair Heeding, unheard, pleading, one word So sad, my eyes, she cannot see" -Queen
Two months later
The wedding was held at night so Buffy could attend. "Is it normal for a couple months to go by so fast?" Buffy asked Spike as he drove her to the church.
"Yes," he said. "It's because we live forever. Your mind starts to condense things in your memory."
"Okay, well I need to go. My duty as a daughter calls." The wedding went off without a hitch. Soon they were at the reception. Buffy was dancing with Giles when a bunch of demons broke in.
"Never fails," Buffy muttered. "Get everyone out!" She went straight into slayer mode grabbing the sword she had stashed under one of the tables. She made quick work of several of the demons until they backed off. Then she saw who had sent the demons.
"Miss me lover?" Angel asked.
"Can't take you anywhere," Buffy said with mock-disappointment. "You always ruin nice occasions."
"How have you been doing these last few months?" he asked.
"Did you send your demon squad here to get me alone so we could have a little chat?" Buffy demanded.
"You really want to fight me?" he asked.
"Yes," Buffy said and kicked him. They fought hard until she kicked him out of a window. She ran outside. The first thing that she noticed once outside was that it had begun to rain. But she didn't see Angel anywhere. "Damn it!" she muttered. She walked back inside. She felt something go over her shoulders and looked up seeing Spike. She held his leather duster to tighter to herself as she approached her mother, Giles, and the others. "Willow, Giles, I want you to do the spell." She saw Spike wince but he didn't say anything.
A week later at Buffy's house
"Buffy, we found all the ingredients," Willow said. "And Giles and I found something out. We can make the curse permanent. That is, if you want us to. Do you want us to?"
"Yes," Buffy said.
That night
Everyone sat in the library. They had just finished the spell. "Cool," Oz who was the one who had held the orb said.
"What?" Cordelia asked.
"It glowed," Oz told them.
"Someone should see if it worked," Willow said. Everyone turned to Buffy.
"I'll go see." She stood and walked out. She came across Angel in the park. He was kneeling on the ground shaking. "Angel?"
"Buffy?" she paused knowing instantly that it was him. She had only dreamed that she would one day hear his voice again. The voice of her Angel without a trace of arrogance or hatred. Her name spoke in such tender tones of love. "God, what did I do?" She paused unsure of what he had meant.
"I killed you," he stood up facing her. "I turned you into a vampire." She took a step towards him. "Don't."
"Angel, it wasn't you," Buffy tried.
"It was." He backed up when she started to take another step towards him. He then turned around and ran.
"Angel!" Buffy called. "Wait! Angel?!" She watched as he ran away. She walked back to her house calling the library telling them that the spell had worked and that Angel had his soul.
