Time and Time Again
Chapter Two
By Azhuraea Fluer
"Buffy, are you sure you want to do this? Can you do this? Is this really necessary?" Giles was trying to talk Buffy out of her 'unrealistic' plan to follow the (insane) Vampiress Druscilla back in time.
"Time travel is tricky business." Spoke up Willow, a red headed, timid, sweet faced girl who was Buffy's best friend.
"I know that," The blonde said with a sigh. Her friends, including Angel, had for the last hour since coming to the school Library from the warehouse basement been trying to talk her out of it.
The assumed situation was that Druscilla, angry at Buffy for ruining her plans for what seemed the hundredth time, and hurt by Angel, her sire and -as disgusting as it was- former lover's (when he was Angelus, Buffy was glad to know.) betrayal, had gone back in time to prevent Angel from being turned into the vampire Angelus.
This would a) give Druscilla revenge on Angelus for leaving her, even though he wasn't Angelus anymore, and b) weaken Buffy by taking away one of her main supports, both in a fight and for morale, emotional support. Even though once time was changed, she would never even know he had ever existed.
"Uh...hey...guys..." Oz spoke up, raising a hand slightly. Buffy, bent over a piece of paper declaring what she had to do during the spell and trying to read it while Angel tried to reason with her, looked up at him along with everyone else.
"What?" The petite girl inquired.
"I know I'm sorta new to this Scoobie gang, but…" He paused and looked at Angel. "Okay, I'm gonna be a bit blunt here. You're the one who turned Druscilla into a Vamp, right?"
Angel visibly suppressed a wince, but nodded.
"So...I know this Dru character is whacko and all…but don't you think it would have occurred to her that if Angel never becomes a Vampire, she never becomes a vampire either?"
There was dead silence in the room.
"But...then...why would she go back in time?" Cordelia asked aloud, taking a pause from applying shimmering lip-gloss. Everyone glanced at her and she shrugged. "Unless of course I was right -which I probably am, per usual- and this whole thing was just a gig to get you all to-"
"The curse," Buffy breathed suddenly.
"What?" Giles blinked. Buffy looked at him, the paper in her hands falling limp, and dropping away as she turned to Angel and took hold of his jacket.
"The curse!" She repeated. "I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner!"
"God, no..." Angel's eyes widened and he closed his eyes as his fist closed tightly. When he opened his eyes again they were cold and dark.
"Curse?" Oz asked. "Am I missing something?"
"Remember when I explained to you how Angel could be a good vampire?"
Willow nodded gently.
"Humor us and remind those of us that don't remember," Cordelia said in a too-sweet voice. Giles sighed and removed his glasses from his face, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and began wiping them.
"The new assumed situation is that that the demoness plans to prevent the cursing of Angelus, the demon counterpart of Angel, Buffy's... 'boyfriend,' for lack of a better term." The English librarian and Buffy's Watcher automatically began to sum the up the whole situation for everyone.
"The curse of which was the spell put in Angelus for killing a gypsy girl." Giles elaborated at Cordelia and Oz's slightly lost expressions.
"The curse brought Angel's soul back to his body and put him in control of Angelus, the most horrifying torment a demon can go through." Buffy added.
"And now, as revenge to get back at Buffy who had numerously and repeatedly ruined Druscilla's plans for world destruction, she planned to go back to the late eighteen hundreds to prevent that. The aftermath would be that Buffy would never meet and fall in love with Angel, and more than likely would end up being killed by Angelus. A double blow for the Slayer, though once time was changed she wouldn't know it."
Giles finished and replaced his newly shiny glasses on his face.
"Well... This changes everything." Xander stated. Buffy glanced at him before slipping her hand into Angel's almost without thinking as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"What are you talking about?" She said. "All this changes is the date we aim for."
She looked at Willow and Giles, her expression firm. "Find me the rest of what we need for that spell. I'm going to go pack."
"What do you have worth packing?" Cordelia sniffed. "Besides stakes and swords or whatever?"
"Cordy, now is not the time to attack Buffy's fashion tastes," Xander said with an exasperated sigh. Cordelia glared at him.
"I was being serious," She snipped. "Really, what can she pack that she can wear in the eighteen hundreds? With what she's wearing now, she'll stick out like a sore thumb until those psycho Catholics or whatever drag her off screaming 'witch' or 'demon.' I don't think those modesty freaks are gonna appreciate Capri pants, Nine West Sandals and a white halter top."
"You know the scariest part?" Buffy said with an odd expression on her face. "That actually made sense." Angel grinned wryly.
"She is right," The Vampire-with-a-soul confirmed, giving his 'girlfriend' a look. "Looking like that, not only will we stick out, but you'll get arrested."
"True," The blonde sighed. "I guess we can make a stop at the local costume shop and- Wow, wait one freaking second. Hit the rewind button!" She moved away from him and whirled to face the tall 'man.' "I did not just hear you say 'we,' did I?"
"You most certainly did," The undead -but no less of a heart throb- being's voice was firm, though his eyes danced. "I grew up in that age; I know a hell of a lot more about it than you. You may be able to dress suitably, but with your spit fire attitude, you won't be able to hide for long if you can't fit in completely."
"I can too fit in! I know how to act..." She trailed off as she realized she was receiving skeptical looks from everyone present. "I can!" She insisted. She looked at Xander. "Remember that freaky Halloween thing where we got turned into whatever we were pretending to be? You claim you remember everything about being a soldier, since for a little while you were a soldier, right? Well, what makes you think you were a blooper? I remember some stuff." She scowled. "Most of it to do with the latest fashions...but its enough!" She turned and looked at Angel with pleading eyes.
"I just act like a ditz and a wimp and be polite and I'm fine!" She said with conviction.
"You may know enough about being a noble woman to get by, but not a peasant." He told her pointedly.
"A...a what?" She screwed her face after a moment when she realized he was right; being a stranger noblewoman would bring too much attention, but going as a peasant, if she did it right, was as discreet as she could get. She sighed and grumbled.
"Well...at least no corsets..." She grumped. Angel couldn't help but grin.
The Slayer sighed.
"Well," she said, walking to the counter to retrieve her purse. "Off to the costume shop I go. You guys keep looking for that spell; I should be back before-" She glanced at her watch and winced. "Before midnight. I'll stop at a payphone and tell mom I'm gonna be studying with you guys here all night, kay, Giles?"
"Fine by me," her Watcher sighed in resignation as he finally resigned himself to the fact that his charge would not be swayed from her goal.
"I'll go with you," Angel fell into step beside her. "I need to get some stuff, too, and I can help you pick out the right era of peasant clothing."
Buffy scowled.
"I get to be a muddy wench," She grumbled. "Oh, joy." Angel only grinned, but was thankful she hadn't argued.
This was not going to be easy...
To Be Continued...
My first Buffy fic, so how is it so far? Are they all decently in character? Any tips? Anything specific you guys would like to see?
Feed back has been great! I reeeeeeeeeally appreciate it! Is it still doing okay? Still worth reading???? Please tell me! This is my first Buffy fic and I'm not exactly confident, in case you hadn't noticed!
No, I'm not out for compliments or more reviews; I genuinely want, no NEED to know!!!!!!
-Azhuraea Fluer
Chapter Two
By Azhuraea Fluer
"Buffy, are you sure you want to do this? Can you do this? Is this really necessary?" Giles was trying to talk Buffy out of her 'unrealistic' plan to follow the (insane) Vampiress Druscilla back in time.
"Time travel is tricky business." Spoke up Willow, a red headed, timid, sweet faced girl who was Buffy's best friend.
"I know that," The blonde said with a sigh. Her friends, including Angel, had for the last hour since coming to the school Library from the warehouse basement been trying to talk her out of it.
The assumed situation was that Druscilla, angry at Buffy for ruining her plans for what seemed the hundredth time, and hurt by Angel, her sire and -as disgusting as it was- former lover's (when he was Angelus, Buffy was glad to know.) betrayal, had gone back in time to prevent Angel from being turned into the vampire Angelus.
This would a) give Druscilla revenge on Angelus for leaving her, even though he wasn't Angelus anymore, and b) weaken Buffy by taking away one of her main supports, both in a fight and for morale, emotional support. Even though once time was changed, she would never even know he had ever existed.
"Uh...hey...guys..." Oz spoke up, raising a hand slightly. Buffy, bent over a piece of paper declaring what she had to do during the spell and trying to read it while Angel tried to reason with her, looked up at him along with everyone else.
"What?" The petite girl inquired.
"I know I'm sorta new to this Scoobie gang, but…" He paused and looked at Angel. "Okay, I'm gonna be a bit blunt here. You're the one who turned Druscilla into a Vamp, right?"
Angel visibly suppressed a wince, but nodded.
"So...I know this Dru character is whacko and all…but don't you think it would have occurred to her that if Angel never becomes a Vampire, she never becomes a vampire either?"
There was dead silence in the room.
"But...then...why would she go back in time?" Cordelia asked aloud, taking a pause from applying shimmering lip-gloss. Everyone glanced at her and she shrugged. "Unless of course I was right -which I probably am, per usual- and this whole thing was just a gig to get you all to-"
"The curse," Buffy breathed suddenly.
"What?" Giles blinked. Buffy looked at him, the paper in her hands falling limp, and dropping away as she turned to Angel and took hold of his jacket.
"The curse!" She repeated. "I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner!"
"God, no..." Angel's eyes widened and he closed his eyes as his fist closed tightly. When he opened his eyes again they were cold and dark.
"Curse?" Oz asked. "Am I missing something?"
"Remember when I explained to you how Angel could be a good vampire?"
Willow nodded gently.
"Humor us and remind those of us that don't remember," Cordelia said in a too-sweet voice. Giles sighed and removed his glasses from his face, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and began wiping them.
"The new assumed situation is that that the demoness plans to prevent the cursing of Angelus, the demon counterpart of Angel, Buffy's... 'boyfriend,' for lack of a better term." The English librarian and Buffy's Watcher automatically began to sum the up the whole situation for everyone.
"The curse of which was the spell put in Angelus for killing a gypsy girl." Giles elaborated at Cordelia and Oz's slightly lost expressions.
"The curse brought Angel's soul back to his body and put him in control of Angelus, the most horrifying torment a demon can go through." Buffy added.
"And now, as revenge to get back at Buffy who had numerously and repeatedly ruined Druscilla's plans for world destruction, she planned to go back to the late eighteen hundreds to prevent that. The aftermath would be that Buffy would never meet and fall in love with Angel, and more than likely would end up being killed by Angelus. A double blow for the Slayer, though once time was changed she wouldn't know it."
Giles finished and replaced his newly shiny glasses on his face.
"Well... This changes everything." Xander stated. Buffy glanced at him before slipping her hand into Angel's almost without thinking as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"What are you talking about?" She said. "All this changes is the date we aim for."
She looked at Willow and Giles, her expression firm. "Find me the rest of what we need for that spell. I'm going to go pack."
"What do you have worth packing?" Cordelia sniffed. "Besides stakes and swords or whatever?"
"Cordy, now is not the time to attack Buffy's fashion tastes," Xander said with an exasperated sigh. Cordelia glared at him.
"I was being serious," She snipped. "Really, what can she pack that she can wear in the eighteen hundreds? With what she's wearing now, she'll stick out like a sore thumb until those psycho Catholics or whatever drag her off screaming 'witch' or 'demon.' I don't think those modesty freaks are gonna appreciate Capri pants, Nine West Sandals and a white halter top."
"You know the scariest part?" Buffy said with an odd expression on her face. "That actually made sense." Angel grinned wryly.
"She is right," The Vampire-with-a-soul confirmed, giving his 'girlfriend' a look. "Looking like that, not only will we stick out, but you'll get arrested."
"True," The blonde sighed. "I guess we can make a stop at the local costume shop and- Wow, wait one freaking second. Hit the rewind button!" She moved away from him and whirled to face the tall 'man.' "I did not just hear you say 'we,' did I?"
"You most certainly did," The undead -but no less of a heart throb- being's voice was firm, though his eyes danced. "I grew up in that age; I know a hell of a lot more about it than you. You may be able to dress suitably, but with your spit fire attitude, you won't be able to hide for long if you can't fit in completely."
"I can too fit in! I know how to act..." She trailed off as she realized she was receiving skeptical looks from everyone present. "I can!" She insisted. She looked at Xander. "Remember that freaky Halloween thing where we got turned into whatever we were pretending to be? You claim you remember everything about being a soldier, since for a little while you were a soldier, right? Well, what makes you think you were a blooper? I remember some stuff." She scowled. "Most of it to do with the latest fashions...but its enough!" She turned and looked at Angel with pleading eyes.
"I just act like a ditz and a wimp and be polite and I'm fine!" She said with conviction.
"You may know enough about being a noble woman to get by, but not a peasant." He told her pointedly.
"A...a what?" She screwed her face after a moment when she realized he was right; being a stranger noblewoman would bring too much attention, but going as a peasant, if she did it right, was as discreet as she could get. She sighed and grumbled.
"Well...at least no corsets..." She grumped. Angel couldn't help but grin.
The Slayer sighed.
"Well," she said, walking to the counter to retrieve her purse. "Off to the costume shop I go. You guys keep looking for that spell; I should be back before-" She glanced at her watch and winced. "Before midnight. I'll stop at a payphone and tell mom I'm gonna be studying with you guys here all night, kay, Giles?"
"Fine by me," her Watcher sighed in resignation as he finally resigned himself to the fact that his charge would not be swayed from her goal.
"I'll go with you," Angel fell into step beside her. "I need to get some stuff, too, and I can help you pick out the right era of peasant clothing."
Buffy scowled.
"I get to be a muddy wench," She grumbled. "Oh, joy." Angel only grinned, but was thankful she hadn't argued.
This was not going to be easy...
To Be Continued...
My first Buffy fic, so how is it so far? Are they all decently in character? Any tips? Anything specific you guys would like to see?
Feed back has been great! I reeeeeeeeeally appreciate it! Is it still doing okay? Still worth reading???? Please tell me! This is my first Buffy fic and I'm not exactly confident, in case you hadn't noticed!
No, I'm not out for compliments or more reviews; I genuinely want, no NEED to know!!!!!!
-Azhuraea Fluer