Always keep those Windows SHUT! {Sequel to 'Opening Doors'}
Author: VP
E-mail: devilsangel67292@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Couples: B/A
Summary: Angel never came back from hell. Everything else in the buffyverse happened. As Xander breaks the talisman something is sent back as the other things leave. Spoilers: Lessons.. BIG TIME!
Feedback: If you want a part 2.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Psst.. This is mainly going to be B/A, but it will have other things, but since I usually only focus mainly on B/A, you know.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it can have it, fanfiction.net and my site which has been having problems lately, but all the fics are up and OK (http://gurlpages.com/cherrikiss396//Buffy%20and%20Angel/wel.html) Authors Note: I got this idea from Lessons, of course, and the episode where Connor came back. I thought it would be cool if it happened to Angel. Now even though in the Angelverse he is a total dork and loser in my story he didn't evolve into a dumbass.
Thanks Bunches to approximately the 2 dozen people who sent me feedback! I was totally blown away! The first one had been floating in my head for awhile and then I wrote it. Then let it sit for 4 days. Then decided I would put it up on my site for my own reading. I didn't think it was all that good. Wow am I glad I decided to post it. First it was going to be a total fluff piece but then I remembered... Who wants fluff when you can have it rough? {Not saying what 'it' refers to. But you get my drift. (NC- 17 chapters eventually, but NOT on this site.)}
And a special thanx to my beta! Thanx Kay. You have been a big help and sorry for changing the title on you. I like this one better than the old one I gave it.
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He remembers me! Me! Little ol' Buffy Summers! His torso was hugged close to her chest. She never thought the day would come when she would see him again. Killing him had been the hardest thing she'd ever done. All the strength, power and independence she had built up since that horrible night flew out the window. Arms loosely wrapped around her, he held her for some time basking in the feel of the warm flesh.
Dawn got sick of watching this PDA and started to call Buffy's name.
Her shrill voice was nothing to Buffy's paragon and his heartbeat ringing in her ears. Everything she had fought for seemed to lead her to this moment. Boyfriends, college, sisters, her mother's death, Hell even her death had led her to this meeting with Angel.
He used to be her life. Angelus used to be in her life too, but who was this? Could it be Angelus, or someone one else playing a trick? Feelings of unfamiliarity spring in her mind. While her slayer sense was in overdrive, screaming at her and beckoning her to leave, she ignored her instincts. Depression and loneliness clouded her vision. Possibly, it could be Angel, but she didn't want to worry about whether it was or not. He was here now.
His mind couldn't accept it either. Buffy Summers being alive in Sunnydale wasn't an option he thought he had. She wasn't supposed to be breathing. He heard things through the grape vine about how she had left this world. He hated tricks and lies. Strong holds on someone's humanity weren't looked on kindly with his bosses. If they had known she'd be here, they would have sent someone else to do whatever job they had in mind. Time had flown by him and she was still just as vital if not as sad as she had ever been. He wanted to feel her heat flush against his until the end of time.
Easier said than done. Mission statements always came after he arrived at his destination. Not knowing what his would be this time was pulling at his heartstrings. Would he have to kill? Did they expect him to slaughter innocents? What would Buffy think about what he had become? Having her in his life and then losing her again was definitely not a plus! Once was painful enough to live through!
"Um Buffy? Hello?" Dawn was getting impatient. Not that she didn't like to see her sister happy, but this was gross. Who was this weird guy? He didn't speak English. Taste in clothing wasn't something he lacked, so he couldn't be from around here. Usually guys look like they shop at Geeks ' R ' Us. Blood poured out of him profusely and it was all over her sister's designer clothes. Little puddles of the red liquid were making their way onto the shoes Dawn had so sneekily nabbed from the department store a few months ago.(yes Dawn is STILL stealing things) This must be some sort of spell. I could have sworn that I didn't make a wish to anyone! I want Buffy to have someone. But can you say 'weird much'?
She didn't know whom it was her sister had fallen into. Fragility wasn't in the character description of the almighty slayer. She looked like a doll in his big arms though. Huddling against his chest her breath softened. With eyes locked shut she thought her sister might be falling asleep. Her mouth smoothed into a smile. It was as if she wanted to be kept safe by him, but she was the chosen one. Buffy had the power. That's what it was all about. Ms. Porcelain over there had told her so.
"Shh" Xander motioned to his smaller sibling like friend. She didn't get it. He did. Hatred for Angel used to bubble up all over him. How could she love a demon? Finally, he understood it all. One more loving minute with Anya would be worth anything he had to give. Except maybe his soul. To be in her arms and have her tell him about the funny little hats she saw in the mall, or the weird way the waitress wanted her to waste her hard earned money by leaving it on the table as a tip. 'What is wrong with people?' He could hear it as if it were yesterday.
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Spike didn't know what was going on. One moment he was talking to his new friend and the next he had rushed off in a hurry. More of a faded away in reality type of thing. He was in mid sentence and then went 'bye'. Granted, he didn't say bye, he just went poof. Running his hand through his new hairstyle he looked around himself. Dawn was calling to Buffy from the other room. Was she hurt? Is she OK? The sound of worry in Dawn's tone was prevailing.
Pushing back all his fear about their next encounter, he rushed through the door as quick as lighting. Someone was holding Buffy. 'Love' for her took over. He didn't have time to realize she wasn't being held against her will or that she was reveling in the closeness of the man's touch around her waist. Was it one of those creatures that had come back from hell that held her? He wasn't wrong with that assumption. Angel didn't even sense Spike. Must be the soul thing, or maybe the being human thing?
Angel could smell her hair. It was still just as great as the last time he had been here. She was a goddess. Beautiful, sexy and tainted. Purity couldn't be sensed on her. Parts of him yearned for the days when she would be that innocent youth. They both had grown up and moved on to other things, that made the reunion even better. He had a chance to see how she had grown, how she had become a woman without him being there. She had survived even without him in her life. Facts like that made him weary. Millenniums had gone by and he hadn't changed as much as she did in 5 years. That's how he perceived it all.
He regretted that he hadn't been there to watch her sprout into womanhood. She was strong, but always his. That much was obvious from the way she looked at him. Eyes that were scared and confused at first, now full of love and disbelief were staring at him with all the carnal desire he didn't know she possessed. It was like someone hit her upside the head with a shovel. A shovel she loved very much. {I thought it was funny, but maybe you didn't}
Lost in his coldness she twirled out of control. Even as a human he possessed the warmth of a stone. Years had gone by and she had become a wiser person. Heaven was nothing compared to this. Even with all the questions that plagued her mind she saw just how much he loved her back. She never thought he was even more confused by all of this than she was.
Their hearts were pushed up against each others. Skin that was warm against skin that was cold. More coldness, more death, more sorrow? No it's just Angel, or so she thought. He, on the other hand, knew better. Good things never happened to him without repercussions. Motives would soon be revealed to ruin this day. High hopes would be splattered against the floor. Breaking her heart wasn't his intention this time. Letting her go would be hard, but knowing he had hurt her again would be worse. Hell couldn't have prepared him for the pain he knew would grow in her. Hatred would overcome her heart. He thought it was hard when she found out he was a vampire. What would she do now?
For Angel it was a cruel twist. Fate's humor had stabbed her newly reacquainted lover again. She was back to her childhood world of miracles and fairy tales. Love did that to her. Her mind was oblivious to those around her. Whenever Angel had been around all the hardships of being the slayer had disappeared. The hard part of her identity came after she lost her rock. She was brought out of her world when she felt Angel pulling away. Didn't he want her? Her eyes flashed open and she was surprised to see Spike yanking Angel out of her embrace. What the hell?
Spike used what he had left of his energy to hit Angel as hard as he could in the jaw. Angel reeled from the blow and grabbed his chin. Speckles of blood slipped down his jaw. Buffy grabbed onto Spike and threw him into the opposing wall. Completely knocked out, he fell to the ground from her forceful blow. Dawn and Xander rushed over to Buffy and the slumping Angel. Attacks like that came out of nowhere for her.
"Are you OK?" Buffy held his cheek in her hand. He looked dazed and completely out of it. Fighting like he used to hadn't come back to him yet. He wasn't as strong as he should have been. Earth would take some getting used to before he would be back to new power levels.
"Will you take Dawn home? There are a few things I need to settle with Spike." Her fists balled. She wouldn't let Spike's infatuation with her stop her from a relationship with her human paramour. Angel was leaning against the wall holding his face with his left hand. He shook it off and grabbed Buffy by the arm. He wanted to tell her to forget Spike, to forget him. If he could have formed the words he would have told her the truth. He liked to think that he would have at least.
"Forget it. He isn't worth it. We have to be getting home." Xander started for the stairs as Angel trailed behind Buffy and Dawn. Her eyes kept looking down to him, but Dawn held her sister's arm by her side. By peeking back to make sure he followed she made him continue his ascent of the stairs. He knew that if she looked away he would run. He didn't get what was going on though. Why didn't Buffy kill Spike? Why did Spike attack him and hit him upside the face?
Communicating to her about his new situation was more important. Realizing he would crush both of them by mouthing the words, he was glad he couldn't. He wasn't obliged to try to talk to her about it. But deep down he knew that was just an excuse to keep seeing her. The powers that are { just like the powers that be but evil} would frown on that. Love was the opposite of his training. He was dedicated to his work, but before he lost himself in it he had been in the light. She gave him that. Would he lose it when she found out what he has done, with or without his soul?
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Spike sat on the floor slowly recovering. That was Angel? Wasn't he good? Why was I able to hit him?
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As they walked to the car Dawn was getting more curious. "So who is he again?" Buffy had refrained from explaining and slithered out of Dawn's arm earlier. Happily she had walked off into the sunset with the very attractive stranger. He was like her white knight. She would have been really excited about it if she didn't get this really bad vibe off of him. Angel didn't look as excited about it as Buffy had.
"You remember Angel?" Xander stuck the car keys into his vehicle.
"Ya, he was the vamp Buffy-Oh-That was Angel? But how? He is in- Oh. I get it!" Dawn opened the door to the passenger seat and hopped in. Angel and Buffy were going to walk. Well, she thought they were. She had no clue where they were going.
"I don't know how it happened" Turning the engine on, he started to pull out of the parking lot. His head turned around to make sure no cars were behind him. "Gone for 5 years and all of a sudden he appears out of nowhere... And back from the pits of hell no less. He can't even speak English and Buffy is still head over heels for him. You'd think she would move on in all that time. She-she... " He couldn't think of anymore words to describe the way he felt about all of this. His voice slowly died away. He felt happy for her, but he had some doubts about what was going on.
"It's kind of suspicious don't you think?"
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To Be Continued...
What do you think? Forget diamonds! Feedback is a girl's best friend!
Author: VP
E-mail: devilsangel67292@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Couples: B/A
Summary: Angel never came back from hell. Everything else in the buffyverse happened. As Xander breaks the talisman something is sent back as the other things leave. Spoilers: Lessons.. BIG TIME!
Feedback: If you want a part 2.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Psst.. This is mainly going to be B/A, but it will have other things, but since I usually only focus mainly on B/A, you know.
Distribution: Anyone who wants it can have it, fanfiction.net and my site which has been having problems lately, but all the fics are up and OK (http://gurlpages.com/cherrikiss396//Buffy%20and%20Angel/wel.html) Authors Note: I got this idea from Lessons, of course, and the episode where Connor came back. I thought it would be cool if it happened to Angel. Now even though in the Angelverse he is a total dork and loser in my story he didn't evolve into a dumbass.
Thanks Bunches to approximately the 2 dozen people who sent me feedback! I was totally blown away! The first one had been floating in my head for awhile and then I wrote it. Then let it sit for 4 days. Then decided I would put it up on my site for my own reading. I didn't think it was all that good. Wow am I glad I decided to post it. First it was going to be a total fluff piece but then I remembered... Who wants fluff when you can have it rough? {Not saying what 'it' refers to. But you get my drift. (NC- 17 chapters eventually, but NOT on this site.)}
And a special thanx to my beta! Thanx Kay. You have been a big help and sorry for changing the title on you. I like this one better than the old one I gave it.
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He remembers me! Me! Little ol' Buffy Summers! His torso was hugged close to her chest. She never thought the day would come when she would see him again. Killing him had been the hardest thing she'd ever done. All the strength, power and independence she had built up since that horrible night flew out the window. Arms loosely wrapped around her, he held her for some time basking in the feel of the warm flesh.
Dawn got sick of watching this PDA and started to call Buffy's name.
Her shrill voice was nothing to Buffy's paragon and his heartbeat ringing in her ears. Everything she had fought for seemed to lead her to this moment. Boyfriends, college, sisters, her mother's death, Hell even her death had led her to this meeting with Angel.
He used to be her life. Angelus used to be in her life too, but who was this? Could it be Angelus, or someone one else playing a trick? Feelings of unfamiliarity spring in her mind. While her slayer sense was in overdrive, screaming at her and beckoning her to leave, she ignored her instincts. Depression and loneliness clouded her vision. Possibly, it could be Angel, but she didn't want to worry about whether it was or not. He was here now.
His mind couldn't accept it either. Buffy Summers being alive in Sunnydale wasn't an option he thought he had. She wasn't supposed to be breathing. He heard things through the grape vine about how she had left this world. He hated tricks and lies. Strong holds on someone's humanity weren't looked on kindly with his bosses. If they had known she'd be here, they would have sent someone else to do whatever job they had in mind. Time had flown by him and she was still just as vital if not as sad as she had ever been. He wanted to feel her heat flush against his until the end of time.
Easier said than done. Mission statements always came after he arrived at his destination. Not knowing what his would be this time was pulling at his heartstrings. Would he have to kill? Did they expect him to slaughter innocents? What would Buffy think about what he had become? Having her in his life and then losing her again was definitely not a plus! Once was painful enough to live through!
"Um Buffy? Hello?" Dawn was getting impatient. Not that she didn't like to see her sister happy, but this was gross. Who was this weird guy? He didn't speak English. Taste in clothing wasn't something he lacked, so he couldn't be from around here. Usually guys look like they shop at Geeks ' R ' Us. Blood poured out of him profusely and it was all over her sister's designer clothes. Little puddles of the red liquid were making their way onto the shoes Dawn had so sneekily nabbed from the department store a few months ago.(yes Dawn is STILL stealing things) This must be some sort of spell. I could have sworn that I didn't make a wish to anyone! I want Buffy to have someone. But can you say 'weird much'?
She didn't know whom it was her sister had fallen into. Fragility wasn't in the character description of the almighty slayer. She looked like a doll in his big arms though. Huddling against his chest her breath softened. With eyes locked shut she thought her sister might be falling asleep. Her mouth smoothed into a smile. It was as if she wanted to be kept safe by him, but she was the chosen one. Buffy had the power. That's what it was all about. Ms. Porcelain over there had told her so.
"Shh" Xander motioned to his smaller sibling like friend. She didn't get it. He did. Hatred for Angel used to bubble up all over him. How could she love a demon? Finally, he understood it all. One more loving minute with Anya would be worth anything he had to give. Except maybe his soul. To be in her arms and have her tell him about the funny little hats she saw in the mall, or the weird way the waitress wanted her to waste her hard earned money by leaving it on the table as a tip. 'What is wrong with people?' He could hear it as if it were yesterday.
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Spike didn't know what was going on. One moment he was talking to his new friend and the next he had rushed off in a hurry. More of a faded away in reality type of thing. He was in mid sentence and then went 'bye'. Granted, he didn't say bye, he just went poof. Running his hand through his new hairstyle he looked around himself. Dawn was calling to Buffy from the other room. Was she hurt? Is she OK? The sound of worry in Dawn's tone was prevailing.
Pushing back all his fear about their next encounter, he rushed through the door as quick as lighting. Someone was holding Buffy. 'Love' for her took over. He didn't have time to realize she wasn't being held against her will or that she was reveling in the closeness of the man's touch around her waist. Was it one of those creatures that had come back from hell that held her? He wasn't wrong with that assumption. Angel didn't even sense Spike. Must be the soul thing, or maybe the being human thing?
Angel could smell her hair. It was still just as great as the last time he had been here. She was a goddess. Beautiful, sexy and tainted. Purity couldn't be sensed on her. Parts of him yearned for the days when she would be that innocent youth. They both had grown up and moved on to other things, that made the reunion even better. He had a chance to see how she had grown, how she had become a woman without him being there. She had survived even without him in her life. Facts like that made him weary. Millenniums had gone by and he hadn't changed as much as she did in 5 years. That's how he perceived it all.
He regretted that he hadn't been there to watch her sprout into womanhood. She was strong, but always his. That much was obvious from the way she looked at him. Eyes that were scared and confused at first, now full of love and disbelief were staring at him with all the carnal desire he didn't know she possessed. It was like someone hit her upside the head with a shovel. A shovel she loved very much. {I thought it was funny, but maybe you didn't}
Lost in his coldness she twirled out of control. Even as a human he possessed the warmth of a stone. Years had gone by and she had become a wiser person. Heaven was nothing compared to this. Even with all the questions that plagued her mind she saw just how much he loved her back. She never thought he was even more confused by all of this than she was.
Their hearts were pushed up against each others. Skin that was warm against skin that was cold. More coldness, more death, more sorrow? No it's just Angel, or so she thought. He, on the other hand, knew better. Good things never happened to him without repercussions. Motives would soon be revealed to ruin this day. High hopes would be splattered against the floor. Breaking her heart wasn't his intention this time. Letting her go would be hard, but knowing he had hurt her again would be worse. Hell couldn't have prepared him for the pain he knew would grow in her. Hatred would overcome her heart. He thought it was hard when she found out he was a vampire. What would she do now?
For Angel it was a cruel twist. Fate's humor had stabbed her newly reacquainted lover again. She was back to her childhood world of miracles and fairy tales. Love did that to her. Her mind was oblivious to those around her. Whenever Angel had been around all the hardships of being the slayer had disappeared. The hard part of her identity came after she lost her rock. She was brought out of her world when she felt Angel pulling away. Didn't he want her? Her eyes flashed open and she was surprised to see Spike yanking Angel out of her embrace. What the hell?
Spike used what he had left of his energy to hit Angel as hard as he could in the jaw. Angel reeled from the blow and grabbed his chin. Speckles of blood slipped down his jaw. Buffy grabbed onto Spike and threw him into the opposing wall. Completely knocked out, he fell to the ground from her forceful blow. Dawn and Xander rushed over to Buffy and the slumping Angel. Attacks like that came out of nowhere for her.
"Are you OK?" Buffy held his cheek in her hand. He looked dazed and completely out of it. Fighting like he used to hadn't come back to him yet. He wasn't as strong as he should have been. Earth would take some getting used to before he would be back to new power levels.
"Will you take Dawn home? There are a few things I need to settle with Spike." Her fists balled. She wouldn't let Spike's infatuation with her stop her from a relationship with her human paramour. Angel was leaning against the wall holding his face with his left hand. He shook it off and grabbed Buffy by the arm. He wanted to tell her to forget Spike, to forget him. If he could have formed the words he would have told her the truth. He liked to think that he would have at least.
"Forget it. He isn't worth it. We have to be getting home." Xander started for the stairs as Angel trailed behind Buffy and Dawn. Her eyes kept looking down to him, but Dawn held her sister's arm by her side. By peeking back to make sure he followed she made him continue his ascent of the stairs. He knew that if she looked away he would run. He didn't get what was going on though. Why didn't Buffy kill Spike? Why did Spike attack him and hit him upside the face?
Communicating to her about his new situation was more important. Realizing he would crush both of them by mouthing the words, he was glad he couldn't. He wasn't obliged to try to talk to her about it. But deep down he knew that was just an excuse to keep seeing her. The powers that are { just like the powers that be but evil} would frown on that. Love was the opposite of his training. He was dedicated to his work, but before he lost himself in it he had been in the light. She gave him that. Would he lose it when she found out what he has done, with or without his soul?
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Spike sat on the floor slowly recovering. That was Angel? Wasn't he good? Why was I able to hit him?
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As they walked to the car Dawn was getting more curious. "So who is he again?" Buffy had refrained from explaining and slithered out of Dawn's arm earlier. Happily she had walked off into the sunset with the very attractive stranger. He was like her white knight. She would have been really excited about it if she didn't get this really bad vibe off of him. Angel didn't look as excited about it as Buffy had.
"You remember Angel?" Xander stuck the car keys into his vehicle.
"Ya, he was the vamp Buffy-Oh-That was Angel? But how? He is in- Oh. I get it!" Dawn opened the door to the passenger seat and hopped in. Angel and Buffy were going to walk. Well, she thought they were. She had no clue where they were going.
"I don't know how it happened" Turning the engine on, he started to pull out of the parking lot. His head turned around to make sure no cars were behind him. "Gone for 5 years and all of a sudden he appears out of nowhere... And back from the pits of hell no less. He can't even speak English and Buffy is still head over heels for him. You'd think she would move on in all that time. She-she... " He couldn't think of anymore words to describe the way he felt about all of this. His voice slowly died away. He felt happy for her, but he had some doubts about what was going on.
"It's kind of suspicious don't you think?"
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To Be Continued...
What do you think? Forget diamonds! Feedback is a girl's best friend!