Part 2
"This is weird Spike," evil spirit man whispered as his disposition changed. His biggest venture was Sunnydale. He didn't have that much strength and was becoming somewhat lethargic. He had been drawn out of the cold basement by the presence of something greater than he just minutes ago. It was time for revenge.
"I'm glad you're back." The sarcasm was noted. Spike crossed the room and fell onto a crate. He needed rest. All of this fighting had worn him out. This guy sure does like to clamor on about nothing Angel had been hard to knock down. Wasn't he just human now?
"The evil is escalating in Sunnydale. I can feel the ponderous presence of hell nearing. This is bad. None of my old ruses will work anymore. I must win." He rubbed his hands together just like the villains from cheesy movies.
"Hey? I thought you wanted to bring hell to Sunnydale?" With his head planted against the cold stone wall he closed his eyes. Sleep was needed if he was to do his new master's bidding. He wanted so much from Spike. He was infamous among the demon world. When would he get to be in charge?
His voice boomed causing Spike to open his eyes and steady himself as the floor shook. Show off "I wanted TO BE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE! What would it matter if I was here if someone else ruled the world?!?" Pride. How the mighty fall! Spike thought this was comical.
"How do you plan to stop whoever it is?" In his mind, he had an inkling of who it was. It had to be Angel. He wasn't ready to give this information out. Maybe if he got a little more respect around here...
"I know of a spell, but I need your help" Spike is so stupid. He'll do whatever I tell him. Fool
"Again?" Standing up he brushed the dirt off his already soiled clothes. He was sick and tried of doing everything he was told. But if it meant getting back at Angel he was up for it.
"You need to get me a human ear and a virgin heart. They can't be from the same person either." With that the evil spirit man disappeared. Spike wondered what he really looked like. Did he always take the form of Drusilla?
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"So what exactly happened? Slow down." Willow tried to reason with her longtime friend. He was speaking gibberish over the phone lines. All she understood was 'no English' 'Spike' and then 'Angel'. This wasn't making sense. Something big must have happened to force Xander to act like this.
"Put Giles on the phone" Willow handed it over to the ex-watcher. She had wanted to get the information before anyone else. It must have been very important for Xander to break up her sessions with Giles. He had been so worried about her mental state.
"Yes?"
"Giles? I'm so glad I got a hold of you"
"Yes, Xander. Has something happened to Buffy? Is she okay? Is anyone hurt?" His face perplexed at the possibilities of the horrible things that could have occurred. And he hadn't been there to save her...
"No, no and yes. Buffy is fine. Angel's back from whatever pit of hell he has been in for the past 5 years and is sporting a very nasty set of wounds on his-what I am pretty sure- human skin"
"He's back from hell? Human? How?" Giles couldn't believe this. No one gets out of hell. Not that he heard of. It was completely inconceivable. Dark magic was the only way out. The same type that had summoned Buffy from her grave.
"I don't know. You are research man. I thought you'd have some reserve of knowledge left to help me out with that one." Giles was Xander's last hope. Buffy wasn't answering her cell. He was getting worried.
"I'll start looking. Here, talk to Willow."
By the look on Rupert's face she could tell this was a very serious matter. "Xander?"
"Everyone's okay. Angel is back from hell. He is human, I think. And he can't speak a word of English" Angel was Buffy's one true love. No one had ever compared to him. Even though they all knew that eventually things would end badly they weren't prepared for him to go to hell. Those five years must have been a lone time for him down there.
"He must have been down there a long time."
"5 years"
"I mean hell time. It is different. It goes by a lot quicker."
"He talked to this Spanish kid who Dawn met and he said 3000 years"
"OMG! How?"
"I have no clue. That's why I was calling you guys."
"Can I speak to Buffy?"
"She is out with him now." Willow was disappointed in Buffy. She should have at least checked to make sure he wasn't Angelus. "Is he evil?"
"I don't know. Spike hit him. I don't think Buffy picked up on the repercussions of what happened though"
"Oh God. Then he must be. How could you let him be with her? She is very vulnerable right now! You know that!"
"No, I was thinking that maybe just like how he can hit Buffy he can hit Angel. She was in heaven and came back. Why should it be any different for hell?"
"I hope you're right, but I don't think it is a good idea letting them be alone together. I don't think she could handle it if he was bad."
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Buffy's fingers twined in his. It was a nice feeling. His heartbeat was strong and it overcame any dream she had ever had of him. Walking in silence wasn't perfect though. There was so much to be said, to be explained. She wanted to tell him everything. Maybe they could help each other with the post-coming back to earth thing. She needed his shoulder to cry on, but how could she talk to him? He didn't speak the same language.
The concrete beneath their feet turned into asphalt as they began to cross a street. He clutched her hand like a child. She looked up to make eye contact, but he was checking both ways. It was silly and she let a laugh escape her lips. His stare turned down towards her. At first it was intense but it softened as he saw her eyes melt into his. Squeezing again he took a few steps towards her car. She didn't know how he could know it belonged to her.
He could tell by the smell. It was purely Buffy. Smelled exactly like her. I hope things'll go okay. What is so funny? She keeps laughing at me. All thoughts of telling her the truth and leaving careened out of his mind with her smile. She was a ray of pure sunshine.
He opened the driver's side and got in. "I don't-" She stopped herself when she realized it was no use. He can't understand. She succumbed and got into the passenger's side. Handing him the keys she really wondered if he knew how to drive. Her thoughts were confirmed when he put it into reverse and almost hit a car behind them. Oops
After awhile he got the hang of it. Neither one of them knew where they were going. Off into the distant past.
The silence was deafening. It lasted for ten minutes before she thought she would go mad. She needed a distraction. The dials on the radio clicked on without much effort on Buffy's part. Angel didn't understand what was being sung. It was a fast moving rhythm. She could tell it was making him uncomfortable so she put something classical on. Surely this wouldn't bother him. As soon as the commercials ended music from a violin filled the air. He slammed on the brakes.
With her seat belt firmly fastened she was a little uncomfortable but at least her head didn't meet with the dashboard. He fumbled with the switch frantically and only managed to make it louder. He was growling and clawing at it. Kindly touching his hand she moved it back to the wheel. Turning off the music, she sighed. She didn't have a clue what he had been through. They needed to talk. She wished they could. Where were they going?
The scene out the window had been repeating itself for some time. He didn't act like he was in a good mood. Fidgeting and twisting in his seat, he yawned. He must be tired. Didn't we already pass the multiplex 3 times? He was going in circles looking for something familiar. Nothing looked real. He had to get something he left for her. He wondered if it would still be there after all this time.
They pulled to a stop outside of the Bronze and he turned the car off. He wasn't having much luck with this contraption. Better try walking. She unbuckled her seat beat and followed him past the entrance. She thought they were going in, but obviously not.
Trailing him for some time she understood where he was taking her. They were on their way to the Crawford Mansion. The last place they saw each other. She wondered if he had remembered it. It seemed ions away, but in reality it was a place closer to both of their hearts.
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Leaning against the walls of the school Spike waited for the sun to set. He had about an hour or two before hunting time. He wasn't trying to be diligent. Just the opposite, a virgin heart and ear were not very easy things to find in Sunnydale. Especially at night. Lots of meals, but he couldn't exactly kill anyone in his position. The sooner this got done the sooner he could set his own plan into motion. Maybe he could dig someone dead up? That would work.
He was determined to get Angel out of Buffy's life. He had gotten his soul to be like Angel and be good enough for Buffy. Now that he had gotten it, Angel becomes human. He is always one step ahead of the game. Something was off with Angel. Spike had it pretty much figured out that Angel was the town's new evil. He would get rid of him for Buffy. Then he'd be the big hero. Everyone would look up to him. He and Buffy could be together once pesky human evil boy was gone.
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As Buffy and Angel neared the door he couldn't help but notice that it looked exactly the same. He had forgotten about all of Sunnyhell except for this place. Curling his fingers in hers he began to step over the threshold. It was dark and gloomy. More so than he remembered. Dust had settled over everything. As his eyes scanned over the room he wasn't prepared to see the statue in the center. No one had bothered to move it.
As soon as his eyes froze on it she regretted not letting Giles take it away. The past had been too painful to get rid of. Thinking that maybe the feelings would go away if she pretended it didn't happen he had been so eager to get rid of the statue. Buffy wondered if he had, would Angel be holding her hands right now.
His palms grew sweaty. This was how he was sent back last time. Buffy sent him to hell because he was evil. Would she do it again? He didn't want to go back yet. What was their plan for him? If he only knew this could all be averted. He would find some way to tell her the truth and then maybe he would be able to stay. She was strong. They could fight it together. She'd surely find a way to keep him in her arms. That was, if she still wanted him after what he told her... I'll save that for later.
He stood still until the ring she had placed on the ground came into full view. He fell to his knees and picked it up. His eyes searched her face in question. She hadn't been back in a long time either. She thought he was gone for good. Kneeling next to him she took the ring in her hand and let him slip it back over her fingers, heart facing in. He smiled and moved in to kiss her.
She closed her eyes and he ever so lightly caressed her lips with his. The touch was almost not there. It was smooth and feathery. She could have died right there and it wouldn't have mattered. The stars could have fallen on the world and she wouldn't care. She was with her Angel. And he was determined not to let whatever mission he was on to interfere with his love for her.
To Be Continued
"This is weird Spike," evil spirit man whispered as his disposition changed. His biggest venture was Sunnydale. He didn't have that much strength and was becoming somewhat lethargic. He had been drawn out of the cold basement by the presence of something greater than he just minutes ago. It was time for revenge.
"I'm glad you're back." The sarcasm was noted. Spike crossed the room and fell onto a crate. He needed rest. All of this fighting had worn him out. This guy sure does like to clamor on about nothing Angel had been hard to knock down. Wasn't he just human now?
"The evil is escalating in Sunnydale. I can feel the ponderous presence of hell nearing. This is bad. None of my old ruses will work anymore. I must win." He rubbed his hands together just like the villains from cheesy movies.
"Hey? I thought you wanted to bring hell to Sunnydale?" With his head planted against the cold stone wall he closed his eyes. Sleep was needed if he was to do his new master's bidding. He wanted so much from Spike. He was infamous among the demon world. When would he get to be in charge?
His voice boomed causing Spike to open his eyes and steady himself as the floor shook. Show off "I wanted TO BE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE! What would it matter if I was here if someone else ruled the world?!?" Pride. How the mighty fall! Spike thought this was comical.
"How do you plan to stop whoever it is?" In his mind, he had an inkling of who it was. It had to be Angel. He wasn't ready to give this information out. Maybe if he got a little more respect around here...
"I know of a spell, but I need your help" Spike is so stupid. He'll do whatever I tell him. Fool
"Again?" Standing up he brushed the dirt off his already soiled clothes. He was sick and tried of doing everything he was told. But if it meant getting back at Angel he was up for it.
"You need to get me a human ear and a virgin heart. They can't be from the same person either." With that the evil spirit man disappeared. Spike wondered what he really looked like. Did he always take the form of Drusilla?
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"So what exactly happened? Slow down." Willow tried to reason with her longtime friend. He was speaking gibberish over the phone lines. All she understood was 'no English' 'Spike' and then 'Angel'. This wasn't making sense. Something big must have happened to force Xander to act like this.
"Put Giles on the phone" Willow handed it over to the ex-watcher. She had wanted to get the information before anyone else. It must have been very important for Xander to break up her sessions with Giles. He had been so worried about her mental state.
"Yes?"
"Giles? I'm so glad I got a hold of you"
"Yes, Xander. Has something happened to Buffy? Is she okay? Is anyone hurt?" His face perplexed at the possibilities of the horrible things that could have occurred. And he hadn't been there to save her...
"No, no and yes. Buffy is fine. Angel's back from whatever pit of hell he has been in for the past 5 years and is sporting a very nasty set of wounds on his-what I am pretty sure- human skin"
"He's back from hell? Human? How?" Giles couldn't believe this. No one gets out of hell. Not that he heard of. It was completely inconceivable. Dark magic was the only way out. The same type that had summoned Buffy from her grave.
"I don't know. You are research man. I thought you'd have some reserve of knowledge left to help me out with that one." Giles was Xander's last hope. Buffy wasn't answering her cell. He was getting worried.
"I'll start looking. Here, talk to Willow."
By the look on Rupert's face she could tell this was a very serious matter. "Xander?"
"Everyone's okay. Angel is back from hell. He is human, I think. And he can't speak a word of English" Angel was Buffy's one true love. No one had ever compared to him. Even though they all knew that eventually things would end badly they weren't prepared for him to go to hell. Those five years must have been a lone time for him down there.
"He must have been down there a long time."
"5 years"
"I mean hell time. It is different. It goes by a lot quicker."
"He talked to this Spanish kid who Dawn met and he said 3000 years"
"OMG! How?"
"I have no clue. That's why I was calling you guys."
"Can I speak to Buffy?"
"She is out with him now." Willow was disappointed in Buffy. She should have at least checked to make sure he wasn't Angelus. "Is he evil?"
"I don't know. Spike hit him. I don't think Buffy picked up on the repercussions of what happened though"
"Oh God. Then he must be. How could you let him be with her? She is very vulnerable right now! You know that!"
"No, I was thinking that maybe just like how he can hit Buffy he can hit Angel. She was in heaven and came back. Why should it be any different for hell?"
"I hope you're right, but I don't think it is a good idea letting them be alone together. I don't think she could handle it if he was bad."
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Buffy's fingers twined in his. It was a nice feeling. His heartbeat was strong and it overcame any dream she had ever had of him. Walking in silence wasn't perfect though. There was so much to be said, to be explained. She wanted to tell him everything. Maybe they could help each other with the post-coming back to earth thing. She needed his shoulder to cry on, but how could she talk to him? He didn't speak the same language.
The concrete beneath their feet turned into asphalt as they began to cross a street. He clutched her hand like a child. She looked up to make eye contact, but he was checking both ways. It was silly and she let a laugh escape her lips. His stare turned down towards her. At first it was intense but it softened as he saw her eyes melt into his. Squeezing again he took a few steps towards her car. She didn't know how he could know it belonged to her.
He could tell by the smell. It was purely Buffy. Smelled exactly like her. I hope things'll go okay. What is so funny? She keeps laughing at me. All thoughts of telling her the truth and leaving careened out of his mind with her smile. She was a ray of pure sunshine.
He opened the driver's side and got in. "I don't-" She stopped herself when she realized it was no use. He can't understand. She succumbed and got into the passenger's side. Handing him the keys she really wondered if he knew how to drive. Her thoughts were confirmed when he put it into reverse and almost hit a car behind them. Oops
After awhile he got the hang of it. Neither one of them knew where they were going. Off into the distant past.
The silence was deafening. It lasted for ten minutes before she thought she would go mad. She needed a distraction. The dials on the radio clicked on without much effort on Buffy's part. Angel didn't understand what was being sung. It was a fast moving rhythm. She could tell it was making him uncomfortable so she put something classical on. Surely this wouldn't bother him. As soon as the commercials ended music from a violin filled the air. He slammed on the brakes.
With her seat belt firmly fastened she was a little uncomfortable but at least her head didn't meet with the dashboard. He fumbled with the switch frantically and only managed to make it louder. He was growling and clawing at it. Kindly touching his hand she moved it back to the wheel. Turning off the music, she sighed. She didn't have a clue what he had been through. They needed to talk. She wished they could. Where were they going?
The scene out the window had been repeating itself for some time. He didn't act like he was in a good mood. Fidgeting and twisting in his seat, he yawned. He must be tired. Didn't we already pass the multiplex 3 times? He was going in circles looking for something familiar. Nothing looked real. He had to get something he left for her. He wondered if it would still be there after all this time.
They pulled to a stop outside of the Bronze and he turned the car off. He wasn't having much luck with this contraption. Better try walking. She unbuckled her seat beat and followed him past the entrance. She thought they were going in, but obviously not.
Trailing him for some time she understood where he was taking her. They were on their way to the Crawford Mansion. The last place they saw each other. She wondered if he had remembered it. It seemed ions away, but in reality it was a place closer to both of their hearts.
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Leaning against the walls of the school Spike waited for the sun to set. He had about an hour or two before hunting time. He wasn't trying to be diligent. Just the opposite, a virgin heart and ear were not very easy things to find in Sunnydale. Especially at night. Lots of meals, but he couldn't exactly kill anyone in his position. The sooner this got done the sooner he could set his own plan into motion. Maybe he could dig someone dead up? That would work.
He was determined to get Angel out of Buffy's life. He had gotten his soul to be like Angel and be good enough for Buffy. Now that he had gotten it, Angel becomes human. He is always one step ahead of the game. Something was off with Angel. Spike had it pretty much figured out that Angel was the town's new evil. He would get rid of him for Buffy. Then he'd be the big hero. Everyone would look up to him. He and Buffy could be together once pesky human evil boy was gone.
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As Buffy and Angel neared the door he couldn't help but notice that it looked exactly the same. He had forgotten about all of Sunnyhell except for this place. Curling his fingers in hers he began to step over the threshold. It was dark and gloomy. More so than he remembered. Dust had settled over everything. As his eyes scanned over the room he wasn't prepared to see the statue in the center. No one had bothered to move it.
As soon as his eyes froze on it she regretted not letting Giles take it away. The past had been too painful to get rid of. Thinking that maybe the feelings would go away if she pretended it didn't happen he had been so eager to get rid of the statue. Buffy wondered if he had, would Angel be holding her hands right now.
His palms grew sweaty. This was how he was sent back last time. Buffy sent him to hell because he was evil. Would she do it again? He didn't want to go back yet. What was their plan for him? If he only knew this could all be averted. He would find some way to tell her the truth and then maybe he would be able to stay. She was strong. They could fight it together. She'd surely find a way to keep him in her arms. That was, if she still wanted him after what he told her... I'll save that for later.
He stood still until the ring she had placed on the ground came into full view. He fell to his knees and picked it up. His eyes searched her face in question. She hadn't been back in a long time either. She thought he was gone for good. Kneeling next to him she took the ring in her hand and let him slip it back over her fingers, heart facing in. He smiled and moved in to kiss her.
She closed her eyes and he ever so lightly caressed her lips with his. The touch was almost not there. It was smooth and feathery. She could have died right there and it wouldn't have mattered. The stars could have fallen on the world and she wouldn't care. She was with her Angel. And he was determined not to let whatever mission he was on to interfere with his love for her.
To Be Continued