Sorry for none in a long while. I hope you like this one:) I spent 4 hours today just editing the rest of the story...geese. I mispell a lot..hehehe
Buffy looked down upon Angel's sleeping form. He had been in a peaceful slumber ever since they had lay down on the leather couch. His eyes were like pearls and she treasured them even though she couldn't see them while they were closed. Wondering what he could be thinking that was so important, she wished she would be able to speak to him, that he'd understand. Contentment covered his features as a blanket of comfort. Would he leave if she left to go to use the bathroom? It all came back to her so easily, would it go just the same? Why did it all have to happen to her? She never asked for this. It wasn't just the pain, the torture and the agony, but the love. Perfection was in her grasp if only she never got what she wanted.
Angel drifted in and out of unconsciousness. Faces of death and despair filtered into his dreams. The only thing that kept him comforted was Buffy's heartbeat next to his. Her chest would rise and fall along with his. Pure bliss wasn't achieved ever. Wants and things that lacked always stabbed and edged away at his heart, erosion of the senses. His mind couldn't wrap around a time he had spent better though . His dreams weren't pleasant, but at least he wasn't being called yet...
{Dream sequence begins}
"Who are you?" The brunette looked deeply into his eyes. She scrambled backwards into a wall in hopes of surviving. Grasping at the bricks like she had claws, she tried to stand up and get away.
Angel's long black cloak swished in the air. He didn't bother trying to understand her rambles. It was better to not get involved in the kill. If you don't think about the death you bring, it's easier to get it done. The dreams never stop though. A shinny dagger was pulled out of his pocket like a force pushed him into it. The moon glinted in it's always decrepit surface. It turned the ordinary into odd. The normal became the murderous. Men died making their way to the moon's side, they lost themselves in it's lies, it's deceit.
As the severely confused vampire finally turned his head to look up the dark alley he had been in just a second ago, it all faded away. The glory of his job was gone. Glitter faded and he could finally see what it really was, but who was he to stop now? He couldn't even if he wanted to. Somehow it all got dirtier and grosser, but it didn't matter. There was still work to be done.
"What the hell?"He whispered to himself trying to keep his sanity as his surroundings changed once more. The dagger transformed before his eyes and it's surface was crimson with innocent blood. A foul smell climbed up to meet his nose. He could have gagged on it. The pieces of who he was were gone and buried a long time ago. I'm fooling myself by thinking that this can last here on earth! I'm a killer through and through.
"Hey kid" Angel whirled around. He was now in the dingy wardrobe that he had donned back in LA all those centuries ago. The dirty clothes reminded him of his actions. They were slimy and dingy, like his misdeeds.
"Whistler?" It has been so long. He wasn't sure if this was real. Before him stood the old 'friend' who was the reason he had come to meet his princess.
"Here kid. Aren't you hungry?" Out of no where the old adversary threw a tied up Buffy into his arms. She was gagged and chained. He caught her carefully. Her gaze was full of hatred and despise. She struggled to be freed. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to let her go.
"Buffy? It'll be okay. Nothing will happen now. I've got you." Doesn't she understand that I love her still? What do I have to do to make her see? He pealed away the bandana from her mouth. Cold red lips pierced as she spat in his face. Fury started to stir within, but he pushed it down. It's only a dream. No need to yell at dream Buffy. It won't help anything.
"You beast! You're a monster! I can't believe I ever thought I loved you! You're sick! I'm going to kill you like I should have earlier. I won't make the same mistake this time." She ducked out of his hold. The ropes holding her down vanished as she picked up a long sword that seemed to be floating in the air. With the grace of the cat she challenged him to a duel. It was much like the one in the mansion all those years ago.
"What are you doing? I'm sorry! I love you!" Confusion clouded his reason. He didn't know what he was supposed to do about this and her. Why was shy saying all of this? What was coming over her? She loved him, she said so didn't she? She loves me right? She hasn't said-what if she's pretending-what if she's going to kill me like she did back-NO I'm wrong! I have to be wrong!
"You will lose! You are the reason he killed them all. You will die too and it will be because of me, what I want and what I need." She lunged, but it missed and went straight into the brick wall. Dancing around her body as she tried to pull it out, voices filled his head. He couldn't recognize any if them. They came from the part deep within him that held the truth. Not the falseness that he told himself so he could move on and be happy, but the cold hard facts about what he was and what he was meant to do.
'Kill her or she'll kill you' The voices took turns tormenting him.
'This time will be with your eyes open' His brain buzzed and swirled.
'Do it or you'll be back where you started' I don't want that!
'She hates you. How could you think what you felt was love? It's just lust. Blood lust. Kill her'
'Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill Kill Kill KILL KILL KILL KILL'
STOP!!!!! I can't handle this. As Buffy frantically pulled at the sword, Angel's mind zipped through all the things she said. The last of which wasn't too pleasant. She hated him for what he did as Angelus and he didn't know if anyone could ever forget what happened. His hands covered his ears in pain.
'Kill and this will all be over' A very young voice broke through. Then there was silence. His eyes glowed red. He couldn't stop himself. He approached his 'beloved' slayer and bit into her neck. She struggled to the end, but her life faded. Her blood going down his throat gave him a sense of closure.
"I knew you would do th-" She didn't finish her statement. As his sensibility came back to him her lifeless body fell to the ground in a puddle...
{dream sequence ends}
Angel's tummy grumbled softly in her ear. I have never seen him eat human food! She was ecstatic at the thought that she would get to witness him eat. Would he like pizza, French fires, Greek or maybe Mexican? Would he know what those were? What about Ice Cream or Peanut Butter? Mmmm Ice Cream!
She bolted from her stop under his arms. The look on his face when he would try her favorite dishes made her want to hurry. I'll be back before he notices I am gone. She was satisfied with the now. If he left, then it wasn't meant to be. He'll stay. He won't leave again. He loves me and I love him.
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Spike leaned up against the wall of a nearby crypt. He had a long day ahead of him. Things were looking up. All he needed now was to find the grave of a Mister Virgin heart boy. He could smell which ones were fresh. He would have preferred to kill one, but that wasn't possible. Stupid chip!
Angel would be gone soon, he was sure. Once Buffy realized how evil he was then Spike would be back in the game. Everything would turn out perfect soon. He puffed a cloud of smoke out of his dead lungs and made rings in the air. It was nice to know he was always capable of doing something.
As he noticed a tombstone close to him he read the title. "Billy Harington...It's your lucky day".
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With the presence of Buffy gone, he was slipping away from reality and even farther into the powers grasp. They couldn't contend with love, but there would be none of that! His previous dream was causing him to get uneasy. The perfect time to strike was among them.
Angel's mind whirled back and forth as his surroundings became clear. He was in the long black room he had grown accustomed to over the years. Something was up, he could tell. No one was speaking yet. This couldn't be good.
"Angelus?" A loud voice boomed over the darkness and sent a chill through his heart.
"Yes sirs?" he cringed.
"Who is the girl and what is the strange feeling you are having,?"
"I think it is love, Geremohaky" A loud woman's voice joined in.
"LOVE!!?? LOVE! Is it true Angelus? Do you love this girl?" This will not be tolerated.
Lie and die or tell the truth and die? Which to chose? "Will any answer from me make a difference in your decision?" Could his previous dream have been an indicator to what lies ahead? Should he give up now?
"No, but that's isn't the matter. You have been here even longer than I have. You have proved strong. Our records do not show any signs of a past life on earth. I didn't even know you originally came from earth until today. After watching you with her and reading her mind I am very disappointed in you!"
"You must complete your mission and have nothing to do with this girl. She is nothing. She should be dead you know? Someone stole her from the heavens. If you do not stay clear from her we will take her to us."
The man spoke up again. "We let you go back human because you requested it. We didn't know why until now. A vampire you are? I never would have guessed. It makes sense. The only planet we control with people and the sun is earth. This is your first mission there?"
Angel shook his head up and down knowing they could see it.
"If I would have known you wouldn't have left this place. Too late now. No one else can be sent until you die. To think I granted your wishes! Hereoisha, kill him!"
Angel couldn't believe this. How could they not know about his past? It was there job to know everything. He asked for humanity for this mission, didn't they think that was odd. They can't do this! What about Buffy?
"NO Please! I'll do whatever you want! Anything! Just don't kill me!" He felt like a chicken. All the bravery he had was lost to him. He needed to see Buffy one last time to say goodbye even if she hated him. Maybe she'd kill him and this would all be over, but she already did that before. He would only end up back in hell but without a soul.
"Why should we spare you? You are our henchman. We do not tolerate this kind of behavior up here. WE are in charge."
Angel fell to his knees in pleading. "I have fought for you for thousands of years even after I have forgotten my own name. The girl is nothin-"
"LIER!!!!" The room shook back and forth. The tumultuous rage vibrated in the foundations to the core.
"Just let me say goodbye and complete this mission. Then I'll be yours forever. I'll do whatever it is you plan to have me do. No one can do it better. No one is as ruthless as me. You all know it."
He shook his fingers accusingly. "No one could kill and torture like me. Even when I was on the other side of your ministrations I always prevailed over your toughest men. You know there are things only I can do! And your willing to kill me over something like this?" He tried his best to be convincing.
After a long moment of silence someone spoke up, "Fine. You win. Say goodbye to the girl and compete your mission. But don't cross us or we'll send HER to get you. You can have the worlds on a platter if you do this for us. You know the deal. One more and you reach 1,000,000 deaths. You know what happens then?"
"I remember. I'll do it. Don't worry." He started to turn around when he remembered he didn't know what the mission was. "Do what exactly?"
"You'll know when you see it. It'll come to you." I guess we can take another chance on him.
"OK," He started off again, but slowly turned his head to face them once more. He knew it was asking a lot so in a humbled voice he tried. "And one more thing?"
"What?" He jumped a little at their tone.
"To say goodbye, I really need to be able to understand English. Everyone down their speaks it.. so?" He waited for the loud 'no', but he wasn't given one. His answer came a little too fast, but to him every moment away was like centuries.
"Done. Goodbye" With the wave of his hand Angel as sent on his way back to earth.
"That was cruel. I didn't even see it coming." Hereoisha laughed at her colleges ruthlessness.
"He never asked to be able to speak English. Just understand it. He won't know the difference. It all sounds the same in his head."
"Do you think he'll do the job?"
"I have faith in him. No one in their right mind would give up that much power! Soon he'll be one of us."
To Be Continued..
Buffy looked down upon Angel's sleeping form. He had been in a peaceful slumber ever since they had lay down on the leather couch. His eyes were like pearls and she treasured them even though she couldn't see them while they were closed. Wondering what he could be thinking that was so important, she wished she would be able to speak to him, that he'd understand. Contentment covered his features as a blanket of comfort. Would he leave if she left to go to use the bathroom? It all came back to her so easily, would it go just the same? Why did it all have to happen to her? She never asked for this. It wasn't just the pain, the torture and the agony, but the love. Perfection was in her grasp if only she never got what she wanted.
Angel drifted in and out of unconsciousness. Faces of death and despair filtered into his dreams. The only thing that kept him comforted was Buffy's heartbeat next to his. Her chest would rise and fall along with his. Pure bliss wasn't achieved ever. Wants and things that lacked always stabbed and edged away at his heart, erosion of the senses. His mind couldn't wrap around a time he had spent better though . His dreams weren't pleasant, but at least he wasn't being called yet...
{Dream sequence begins}
"Who are you?" The brunette looked deeply into his eyes. She scrambled backwards into a wall in hopes of surviving. Grasping at the bricks like she had claws, she tried to stand up and get away.
Angel's long black cloak swished in the air. He didn't bother trying to understand her rambles. It was better to not get involved in the kill. If you don't think about the death you bring, it's easier to get it done. The dreams never stop though. A shinny dagger was pulled out of his pocket like a force pushed him into it. The moon glinted in it's always decrepit surface. It turned the ordinary into odd. The normal became the murderous. Men died making their way to the moon's side, they lost themselves in it's lies, it's deceit.
As the severely confused vampire finally turned his head to look up the dark alley he had been in just a second ago, it all faded away. The glory of his job was gone. Glitter faded and he could finally see what it really was, but who was he to stop now? He couldn't even if he wanted to. Somehow it all got dirtier and grosser, but it didn't matter. There was still work to be done.
"What the hell?"He whispered to himself trying to keep his sanity as his surroundings changed once more. The dagger transformed before his eyes and it's surface was crimson with innocent blood. A foul smell climbed up to meet his nose. He could have gagged on it. The pieces of who he was were gone and buried a long time ago. I'm fooling myself by thinking that this can last here on earth! I'm a killer through and through.
"Hey kid" Angel whirled around. He was now in the dingy wardrobe that he had donned back in LA all those centuries ago. The dirty clothes reminded him of his actions. They were slimy and dingy, like his misdeeds.
"Whistler?" It has been so long. He wasn't sure if this was real. Before him stood the old 'friend' who was the reason he had come to meet his princess.
"Here kid. Aren't you hungry?" Out of no where the old adversary threw a tied up Buffy into his arms. She was gagged and chained. He caught her carefully. Her gaze was full of hatred and despise. She struggled to be freed. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to let her go.
"Buffy? It'll be okay. Nothing will happen now. I've got you." Doesn't she understand that I love her still? What do I have to do to make her see? He pealed away the bandana from her mouth. Cold red lips pierced as she spat in his face. Fury started to stir within, but he pushed it down. It's only a dream. No need to yell at dream Buffy. It won't help anything.
"You beast! You're a monster! I can't believe I ever thought I loved you! You're sick! I'm going to kill you like I should have earlier. I won't make the same mistake this time." She ducked out of his hold. The ropes holding her down vanished as she picked up a long sword that seemed to be floating in the air. With the grace of the cat she challenged him to a duel. It was much like the one in the mansion all those years ago.
"What are you doing? I'm sorry! I love you!" Confusion clouded his reason. He didn't know what he was supposed to do about this and her. Why was shy saying all of this? What was coming over her? She loved him, she said so didn't she? She loves me right? She hasn't said-what if she's pretending-what if she's going to kill me like she did back-NO I'm wrong! I have to be wrong!
"You will lose! You are the reason he killed them all. You will die too and it will be because of me, what I want and what I need." She lunged, but it missed and went straight into the brick wall. Dancing around her body as she tried to pull it out, voices filled his head. He couldn't recognize any if them. They came from the part deep within him that held the truth. Not the falseness that he told himself so he could move on and be happy, but the cold hard facts about what he was and what he was meant to do.
'Kill her or she'll kill you' The voices took turns tormenting him.
'This time will be with your eyes open' His brain buzzed and swirled.
'Do it or you'll be back where you started' I don't want that!
'She hates you. How could you think what you felt was love? It's just lust. Blood lust. Kill her'
'Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill Kill Kill KILL KILL KILL KILL'
STOP!!!!! I can't handle this. As Buffy frantically pulled at the sword, Angel's mind zipped through all the things she said. The last of which wasn't too pleasant. She hated him for what he did as Angelus and he didn't know if anyone could ever forget what happened. His hands covered his ears in pain.
'Kill and this will all be over' A very young voice broke through. Then there was silence. His eyes glowed red. He couldn't stop himself. He approached his 'beloved' slayer and bit into her neck. She struggled to the end, but her life faded. Her blood going down his throat gave him a sense of closure.
"I knew you would do th-" She didn't finish her statement. As his sensibility came back to him her lifeless body fell to the ground in a puddle...
{dream sequence ends}
Angel's tummy grumbled softly in her ear. I have never seen him eat human food! She was ecstatic at the thought that she would get to witness him eat. Would he like pizza, French fires, Greek or maybe Mexican? Would he know what those were? What about Ice Cream or Peanut Butter? Mmmm Ice Cream!
She bolted from her stop under his arms. The look on his face when he would try her favorite dishes made her want to hurry. I'll be back before he notices I am gone. She was satisfied with the now. If he left, then it wasn't meant to be. He'll stay. He won't leave again. He loves me and I love him.
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Spike leaned up against the wall of a nearby crypt. He had a long day ahead of him. Things were looking up. All he needed now was to find the grave of a Mister Virgin heart boy. He could smell which ones were fresh. He would have preferred to kill one, but that wasn't possible. Stupid chip!
Angel would be gone soon, he was sure. Once Buffy realized how evil he was then Spike would be back in the game. Everything would turn out perfect soon. He puffed a cloud of smoke out of his dead lungs and made rings in the air. It was nice to know he was always capable of doing something.
As he noticed a tombstone close to him he read the title. "Billy Harington...It's your lucky day".
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With the presence of Buffy gone, he was slipping away from reality and even farther into the powers grasp. They couldn't contend with love, but there would be none of that! His previous dream was causing him to get uneasy. The perfect time to strike was among them.
Angel's mind whirled back and forth as his surroundings became clear. He was in the long black room he had grown accustomed to over the years. Something was up, he could tell. No one was speaking yet. This couldn't be good.
"Angelus?" A loud voice boomed over the darkness and sent a chill through his heart.
"Yes sirs?" he cringed.
"Who is the girl and what is the strange feeling you are having,?"
"I think it is love, Geremohaky" A loud woman's voice joined in.
"LOVE!!?? LOVE! Is it true Angelus? Do you love this girl?" This will not be tolerated.
Lie and die or tell the truth and die? Which to chose? "Will any answer from me make a difference in your decision?" Could his previous dream have been an indicator to what lies ahead? Should he give up now?
"No, but that's isn't the matter. You have been here even longer than I have. You have proved strong. Our records do not show any signs of a past life on earth. I didn't even know you originally came from earth until today. After watching you with her and reading her mind I am very disappointed in you!"
"You must complete your mission and have nothing to do with this girl. She is nothing. She should be dead you know? Someone stole her from the heavens. If you do not stay clear from her we will take her to us."
The man spoke up again. "We let you go back human because you requested it. We didn't know why until now. A vampire you are? I never would have guessed. It makes sense. The only planet we control with people and the sun is earth. This is your first mission there?"
Angel shook his head up and down knowing they could see it.
"If I would have known you wouldn't have left this place. Too late now. No one else can be sent until you die. To think I granted your wishes! Hereoisha, kill him!"
Angel couldn't believe this. How could they not know about his past? It was there job to know everything. He asked for humanity for this mission, didn't they think that was odd. They can't do this! What about Buffy?
"NO Please! I'll do whatever you want! Anything! Just don't kill me!" He felt like a chicken. All the bravery he had was lost to him. He needed to see Buffy one last time to say goodbye even if she hated him. Maybe she'd kill him and this would all be over, but she already did that before. He would only end up back in hell but without a soul.
"Why should we spare you? You are our henchman. We do not tolerate this kind of behavior up here. WE are in charge."
Angel fell to his knees in pleading. "I have fought for you for thousands of years even after I have forgotten my own name. The girl is nothin-"
"LIER!!!!" The room shook back and forth. The tumultuous rage vibrated in the foundations to the core.
"Just let me say goodbye and complete this mission. Then I'll be yours forever. I'll do whatever it is you plan to have me do. No one can do it better. No one is as ruthless as me. You all know it."
He shook his fingers accusingly. "No one could kill and torture like me. Even when I was on the other side of your ministrations I always prevailed over your toughest men. You know there are things only I can do! And your willing to kill me over something like this?" He tried his best to be convincing.
After a long moment of silence someone spoke up, "Fine. You win. Say goodbye to the girl and compete your mission. But don't cross us or we'll send HER to get you. You can have the worlds on a platter if you do this for us. You know the deal. One more and you reach 1,000,000 deaths. You know what happens then?"
"I remember. I'll do it. Don't worry." He started to turn around when he remembered he didn't know what the mission was. "Do what exactly?"
"You'll know when you see it. It'll come to you." I guess we can take another chance on him.
"OK," He started off again, but slowly turned his head to face them once more. He knew it was asking a lot so in a humbled voice he tried. "And one more thing?"
"What?" He jumped a little at their tone.
"To say goodbye, I really need to be able to understand English. Everyone down their speaks it.. so?" He waited for the loud 'no', but he wasn't given one. His answer came a little too fast, but to him every moment away was like centuries.
"Done. Goodbye" With the wave of his hand Angel as sent on his way back to earth.
"That was cruel. I didn't even see it coming." Hereoisha laughed at her colleges ruthlessness.
"He never asked to be able to speak English. Just understand it. He won't know the difference. It all sounds the same in his head."
"Do you think he'll do the job?"
"I have faith in him. No one in their right mind would give up that much power! Soon he'll be one of us."
To Be Continued..