Title: Networking, part 3: Supernatural Blonds
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: The family are together again. All hell breaks loose, as normal.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Giles/Spike, Buffy/Clem, etc. Turning other ways, including conventional.
Spoilers: For most of seasons 3 and 6.
Warnings: Betrayal, kitten talk, milk drinking.
Author Notes:
Story Notes: Switches between Angel and Spike POV. Should be clearly marked.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing in Joss' sandpit. With Buffy. And Spike and Giles on the swings. Get it? I'm dreaming!
William:
Willow turns away again, but is prevented from leaving because Clem is walking in.
"Hey Clem," she says, "I was just about to come and talk to you." She has a curoius look on her face, an expression I've heard Xander refer to as 'resolve face'. Putting thoughts of Drusilla out of my mind, I watch carefully. This promises to be intresting.
"Oh. I was just coming for a glass of milk," Clem tells her. She lets him past, and steps into the kitchen again.
"You love Buffy, don't you?" Willow asks him.
"Yes." My old friend Clem has his poker face on, not letting anyone see his reactions to this line of questioning. he puts the milk carton down, and looks Willow stright in the eye. Brave- and foolish- demon that he is.
"You won't hurt her?"
"Never."
"You won't leave town?"
"Not unless she comes with me."
"You won't go off at all?"
"No."
"You know that if you hurt her, I will beat you to death."
"Yes."
"Good. A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend."
Willow pours herself a drink from the milk carton Clem has put down, and leans against the counter.
"How is Miss Kitty Fantasico?" Clem asks.
Angel:
I'm glad Buffy kept us together a little longer, because Alice- however short our aquaitance- has had quite an emotional effect on me. The supprot of the newly brought together family is more than welcome, even if some of them- my Childer, my Sires- bring memories of past evils with them.
When I woke this morning Darla had crept into my bed, lying next to me just as she used to do. her blond hair stewn across the pillow- and I was, well, none too comfortable with it. I think I didn't wake her when I crept out, but I'm not sure I care. I have enough troubles in my unlife without adding Darla to them.
Downstairs, I steer clear of the kitchen where I can hear Willow and William- a strange pair if ever there was one- singing, or attempting to. Not that I can really comment. In the living room, I find Buffy, alone. She looks sad and confused.
"Buffy? Are you alright?" I am aware, even as I walk over to her, that her very presence excites me.
"Yeah. I'm just- confused."
"Oh? What's confused you?" I sit down by her, fighting the urge to pull her into a hug.
"All this stuff with Alice. I'm still not sure who she was, exactly. I mean, I know she was the Master's Sire, and the Childe of Aurelius, and all that. What I don't know is how she was connected to the key, and the Powers, and how she could be so sure about who Steven was."
"I've been thinking about her too." How could I think about anyone else? "There are some stories in the family, Darla used to tell me them, back when."
"A long time ago," Buffy interrupts. "Tell me the stories."
"Well, I was always told that the Master regarded Aureilus himself as his Sire, but that always seemed to me odd, because vampires usually Sire Childer who are the opposite sex. Don't ask me why, but somehow the family line always goes like that, even if there are some other Childer who aren't part of it." I pause, thinkng of Penn, and Buffy nudges my leg.
"Go on, story-guy."
"Well, given that, it makes sense that Alice should be Heinreich's Sire, but clearly she disappeared before she could really Sire him, leaving him to Aurelius to 'bring up'."
"Really Sire him?"
"There are two levels of Siring- the simple turning, and another level, which creates favoured Childer. It involes teaching, telling the stories, showing how to survive, that kind of thing. Tales about the Slayer are usually only handed down to favoured Childer, for exampe."
"So you were a real Sire to Spike, even though Dru turned him?"
"Yes, but how do you arrive at that?"
"He said you told him about the Slayer. And Xander said he called you Sire when you met in the school just before."
"A long time ago," I tell her gently, repeating her formula for dismissing unhappy memories.
"Yes." She smiles, and Powers, she's beautiful. Get on with story before you kiss her, Angel.
"Alice must have been taken by the Powers to begin her role as a shaper of the future. She must have cast the spell that lets members of the order survive with soul and demon, and then gone into hiding and study. I guess Aurelius would have been trying to kill her, if he found out what she'd done, and Heinriech, too. Even his loyalty to his turning-Sire wouldn't keep him from obeying Aurelius, his teaching-Sire."
"Right. She must have made her way to England, and helped ensure that the Watcher's Council stayed around. That's how Giles heard about her, just as a famous pyscic who helped the watchers."
She nods, and I notice that there is still a shiny scar on her neck, where I bit her- what, four years ago? "Angel?"
I hope my attraction doesn't show in my eyes. I'm meant to be in love with Cordelia now. Oh, God- how could I ever have thought that? She's pretty, but she's not Buffy. No-one else could ever be quite what I find in Buffy. "Yes?" Try not to add 'love'.
"Do you really love Cordelia?"
William's been working on the girl. He's been mystically injecting his intutuion until she can read my mind. "I.I.we." {You're not friends. You'll never be friends.} "I'm not sure," I admit. {Blood. Blood pounding inside you.} My blood's pounding alright, so hard that if my heart had to beat I think it would burst.
"You're not sure?"
"I think. I might still." I look away. I don't look into those green eyes.but I do, and they close. It's too late to stop now. We're kissing, her warm mouth smiling into my lips.
William:
This is just about to get even more intresting. I tune out Willow and Clem's cute conversation about kittens, and watch my teaching-Sire and the Slayer start to make out.
"What you looking at, Spike?" the red head asks.
"Oh, nothing. Would I look?" Might as well have some fun with this. I raise my voice a little. "It makes me want to heave." It makes me want to heave my great fat pig of a Sire off the girl and kiss her myself, but no need to let them know that.
Clem turns to look into the living room, at the two making out on the sofa. Buffy has her back to us, and we can see Angel quite well. I hear Cordelia's high heels upstairs, and I'm glad I stuck around. Intresting doesn't begin to cover it.
"Buffy!" Clem gasps.
Willow reacts quickly. "Clothes fluke!" she yells, bravely attempting distraction. "Clem, um, Buffy was just about to..err, weren't you, Buffy? Buffy!"
Angel:
I hear Spike say, "It makes me want to heave," but I'm not sure if it's in the past or the present. Willow's yell of 'Clothes fluke!" has to be the present, though I don't know what it means. I guess it must have something to do with the girl in my arms.
Oh, dear. I break the kiss and sigh, tears filling my eyes. Supernatural blonds will drive me to sucide one of these days.
"Angel?" she whisphers. "I.I still love you."
That's more than I can cope with. I smile at her, and scream.
William:
What the hell's going on? My Sire screams fit to wake the dead, leaps up from the sofa, and runs, out into- out into the daylight! I might hate him, but not that much.
Luckily, my grey blanket is lying on the floor by the front door. I grab it- it won't really be big enough, but it's better then nothing. With a few clouds.
It's hot outside, and I can't see anything, so I try something I've never done before. I Call him. The raised blood of Alice's Call is still warm in my vins and I feel his respond. He's burning up fast, but- got him!
I rush him back inside, throw him on the floor, and start punching him, slapping out flames and punishing him. "Never, never, never, do that!" I yell, keeping time with my fists. "Never, never, never!"
Buffy is by my side, pulling me off him, "It's alright, Spike. I.I wanted it."
"Not that, luv," I snarl at her. "Running out into the daylight."
"Oh." She lets me go, and I give him one last kick for good measure, then step back to let Clem at him. Clem- kitten eating idiot- doesn't seem intrested.
"Buffy? You.wanted this?"
"Yes. Oh, Clem, I'm sorry. I just don't know anymore!"
She rushes upstairs, pushing past Cordelia on the way. "What's got her.oh, Angel! What happened?"
She kneels at his side, looking like she's about to tend his poor burns. Can't have that.
"He kissed Buffy," I say, smiling pleasently.
"Yeah, that's right," my Sire agrees, sitting up on the floor. Is the bastard actually going to take the stick? But something's odd here. He's- changed. My dream! he's Angelus! "That's alright, isn't Cordy? We could maybe be a threesome? You, me, Slayer?" The grin confirms it. My Sire never grinned like that when he had a soul.
"Cordy!" I yell. "My dream! He's Angelus!"
She looks at me, shocked, and Angelus goes into game face. "That's right. Dream about me, did you now, Will?"
Amadain! I open the door, intending to throw him out into the daylight. "Oh, no, you don't, William." He slams the door shut, and pushes me against it, holding me up in the stranglehold I know so well.
Suddenly Giles is there, pulling Angelus back. "Time to pay for Jenny, vampire!" he snarls.
Angelus drops me, hard, and swings round to face my lover. "Pay? I never pay, Watcher!"
"Oh, I think you will." Rupert lifts something up above his head. It catches a sparkle in the light, and then he brings it down, smashing it on Angel's face.
Angel screams once more, and collapses. Rupert offers me his hand.
"Thanks, pet," I say. "All clear for a while?"
"Yes. We'll have to check the binding on the spell, but I think we should now have permantant Angel."
"What?" a female voice gasps from the satirs. Buffy must have heard the comontion and come down, flanked by Dawn, Harmony, Drusilla and Anya. Lorne, Wesley and Steven must still be asleep- I can see Phallic Symbol and Fred on the landing.
"It's all over, Buffy. I'd like to know what sparked off the soul- loss, though."
"He kissed me," she says, slowly.
"Oh." Rupert looks over at me, and I give him a little smile. Thank goodness he'll never run off with my damned Sire- bad brain! Stop producing pictures like that!
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: grant@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: The family are together again. All hell breaks loose, as normal.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Giles/Spike, Buffy/Clem, etc. Turning other ways, including conventional.
Spoilers: For most of seasons 3 and 6.
Warnings: Betrayal, kitten talk, milk drinking.
Author Notes:
Story Notes: Switches between Angel and Spike POV. Should be clearly marked.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing in Joss' sandpit. With Buffy. And Spike and Giles on the swings. Get it? I'm dreaming!
William:
Willow turns away again, but is prevented from leaving because Clem is walking in.
"Hey Clem," she says, "I was just about to come and talk to you." She has a curoius look on her face, an expression I've heard Xander refer to as 'resolve face'. Putting thoughts of Drusilla out of my mind, I watch carefully. This promises to be intresting.
"Oh. I was just coming for a glass of milk," Clem tells her. She lets him past, and steps into the kitchen again.
"You love Buffy, don't you?" Willow asks him.
"Yes." My old friend Clem has his poker face on, not letting anyone see his reactions to this line of questioning. he puts the milk carton down, and looks Willow stright in the eye. Brave- and foolish- demon that he is.
"You won't hurt her?"
"Never."
"You won't leave town?"
"Not unless she comes with me."
"You won't go off at all?"
"No."
"You know that if you hurt her, I will beat you to death."
"Yes."
"Good. A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend."
Willow pours herself a drink from the milk carton Clem has put down, and leans against the counter.
"How is Miss Kitty Fantasico?" Clem asks.
Angel:
I'm glad Buffy kept us together a little longer, because Alice- however short our aquaitance- has had quite an emotional effect on me. The supprot of the newly brought together family is more than welcome, even if some of them- my Childer, my Sires- bring memories of past evils with them.
When I woke this morning Darla had crept into my bed, lying next to me just as she used to do. her blond hair stewn across the pillow- and I was, well, none too comfortable with it. I think I didn't wake her when I crept out, but I'm not sure I care. I have enough troubles in my unlife without adding Darla to them.
Downstairs, I steer clear of the kitchen where I can hear Willow and William- a strange pair if ever there was one- singing, or attempting to. Not that I can really comment. In the living room, I find Buffy, alone. She looks sad and confused.
"Buffy? Are you alright?" I am aware, even as I walk over to her, that her very presence excites me.
"Yeah. I'm just- confused."
"Oh? What's confused you?" I sit down by her, fighting the urge to pull her into a hug.
"All this stuff with Alice. I'm still not sure who she was, exactly. I mean, I know she was the Master's Sire, and the Childe of Aurelius, and all that. What I don't know is how she was connected to the key, and the Powers, and how she could be so sure about who Steven was."
"I've been thinking about her too." How could I think about anyone else? "There are some stories in the family, Darla used to tell me them, back when."
"A long time ago," Buffy interrupts. "Tell me the stories."
"Well, I was always told that the Master regarded Aureilus himself as his Sire, but that always seemed to me odd, because vampires usually Sire Childer who are the opposite sex. Don't ask me why, but somehow the family line always goes like that, even if there are some other Childer who aren't part of it." I pause, thinkng of Penn, and Buffy nudges my leg.
"Go on, story-guy."
"Well, given that, it makes sense that Alice should be Heinreich's Sire, but clearly she disappeared before she could really Sire him, leaving him to Aurelius to 'bring up'."
"Really Sire him?"
"There are two levels of Siring- the simple turning, and another level, which creates favoured Childer. It involes teaching, telling the stories, showing how to survive, that kind of thing. Tales about the Slayer are usually only handed down to favoured Childer, for exampe."
"So you were a real Sire to Spike, even though Dru turned him?"
"Yes, but how do you arrive at that?"
"He said you told him about the Slayer. And Xander said he called you Sire when you met in the school just before."
"A long time ago," I tell her gently, repeating her formula for dismissing unhappy memories.
"Yes." She smiles, and Powers, she's beautiful. Get on with story before you kiss her, Angel.
"Alice must have been taken by the Powers to begin her role as a shaper of the future. She must have cast the spell that lets members of the order survive with soul and demon, and then gone into hiding and study. I guess Aurelius would have been trying to kill her, if he found out what she'd done, and Heinriech, too. Even his loyalty to his turning-Sire wouldn't keep him from obeying Aurelius, his teaching-Sire."
"Right. She must have made her way to England, and helped ensure that the Watcher's Council stayed around. That's how Giles heard about her, just as a famous pyscic who helped the watchers."
She nods, and I notice that there is still a shiny scar on her neck, where I bit her- what, four years ago? "Angel?"
I hope my attraction doesn't show in my eyes. I'm meant to be in love with Cordelia now. Oh, God- how could I ever have thought that? She's pretty, but she's not Buffy. No-one else could ever be quite what I find in Buffy. "Yes?" Try not to add 'love'.
"Do you really love Cordelia?"
William's been working on the girl. He's been mystically injecting his intutuion until she can read my mind. "I.I.we." {You're not friends. You'll never be friends.} "I'm not sure," I admit. {Blood. Blood pounding inside you.} My blood's pounding alright, so hard that if my heart had to beat I think it would burst.
"You're not sure?"
"I think. I might still." I look away. I don't look into those green eyes.but I do, and they close. It's too late to stop now. We're kissing, her warm mouth smiling into my lips.
William:
This is just about to get even more intresting. I tune out Willow and Clem's cute conversation about kittens, and watch my teaching-Sire and the Slayer start to make out.
"What you looking at, Spike?" the red head asks.
"Oh, nothing. Would I look?" Might as well have some fun with this. I raise my voice a little. "It makes me want to heave." It makes me want to heave my great fat pig of a Sire off the girl and kiss her myself, but no need to let them know that.
Clem turns to look into the living room, at the two making out on the sofa. Buffy has her back to us, and we can see Angel quite well. I hear Cordelia's high heels upstairs, and I'm glad I stuck around. Intresting doesn't begin to cover it.
"Buffy!" Clem gasps.
Willow reacts quickly. "Clothes fluke!" she yells, bravely attempting distraction. "Clem, um, Buffy was just about to..err, weren't you, Buffy? Buffy!"
Angel:
I hear Spike say, "It makes me want to heave," but I'm not sure if it's in the past or the present. Willow's yell of 'Clothes fluke!" has to be the present, though I don't know what it means. I guess it must have something to do with the girl in my arms.
Oh, dear. I break the kiss and sigh, tears filling my eyes. Supernatural blonds will drive me to sucide one of these days.
"Angel?" she whisphers. "I.I still love you."
That's more than I can cope with. I smile at her, and scream.
William:
What the hell's going on? My Sire screams fit to wake the dead, leaps up from the sofa, and runs, out into- out into the daylight! I might hate him, but not that much.
Luckily, my grey blanket is lying on the floor by the front door. I grab it- it won't really be big enough, but it's better then nothing. With a few clouds.
It's hot outside, and I can't see anything, so I try something I've never done before. I Call him. The raised blood of Alice's Call is still warm in my vins and I feel his respond. He's burning up fast, but- got him!
I rush him back inside, throw him on the floor, and start punching him, slapping out flames and punishing him. "Never, never, never, do that!" I yell, keeping time with my fists. "Never, never, never!"
Buffy is by my side, pulling me off him, "It's alright, Spike. I.I wanted it."
"Not that, luv," I snarl at her. "Running out into the daylight."
"Oh." She lets me go, and I give him one last kick for good measure, then step back to let Clem at him. Clem- kitten eating idiot- doesn't seem intrested.
"Buffy? You.wanted this?"
"Yes. Oh, Clem, I'm sorry. I just don't know anymore!"
She rushes upstairs, pushing past Cordelia on the way. "What's got her.oh, Angel! What happened?"
She kneels at his side, looking like she's about to tend his poor burns. Can't have that.
"He kissed Buffy," I say, smiling pleasently.
"Yeah, that's right," my Sire agrees, sitting up on the floor. Is the bastard actually going to take the stick? But something's odd here. He's- changed. My dream! he's Angelus! "That's alright, isn't Cordy? We could maybe be a threesome? You, me, Slayer?" The grin confirms it. My Sire never grinned like that when he had a soul.
"Cordy!" I yell. "My dream! He's Angelus!"
She looks at me, shocked, and Angelus goes into game face. "That's right. Dream about me, did you now, Will?"
Amadain! I open the door, intending to throw him out into the daylight. "Oh, no, you don't, William." He slams the door shut, and pushes me against it, holding me up in the stranglehold I know so well.
Suddenly Giles is there, pulling Angelus back. "Time to pay for Jenny, vampire!" he snarls.
Angelus drops me, hard, and swings round to face my lover. "Pay? I never pay, Watcher!"
"Oh, I think you will." Rupert lifts something up above his head. It catches a sparkle in the light, and then he brings it down, smashing it on Angel's face.
Angel screams once more, and collapses. Rupert offers me his hand.
"Thanks, pet," I say. "All clear for a while?"
"Yes. We'll have to check the binding on the spell, but I think we should now have permantant Angel."
"What?" a female voice gasps from the satirs. Buffy must have heard the comontion and come down, flanked by Dawn, Harmony, Drusilla and Anya. Lorne, Wesley and Steven must still be asleep- I can see Phallic Symbol and Fred on the landing.
"It's all over, Buffy. I'd like to know what sparked off the soul- loss, though."
"He kissed me," she says, slowly.
"Oh." Rupert looks over at me, and I give him a little smile. Thank goodness he'll never run off with my damned Sire- bad brain! Stop producing pictures like that!