"Spike!" He didn't feel it coming. As soon as he heard his name being called a thick piece of metal pierced his side. A loud sucking noise preceded. The pain elevated as it neared the end.
This all happened within 10 seconds and after the pole was removed from Spike's chest, he turned on his side grabbing at the wound in pain. The source hovered over him. His hands grabbed at his knees as he doubled over. Darkness filled him completely.
"Not as easy as you thought huh? They are expecting this." He padded the same back spike had used to try and kill the source. "Contents: one soul"
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Buffy watched Angel look to the sky. His gaze looked down again and she saw the body. She ran up to it and Angel was stunned. She was here. He felt power running through his veins. He had completed his 1 millionth kill. It was all his if he wanted it.
"I can't believe you did this. I'm going to enjoy killing you" Buffy pulled a sword out of the holder strapped across her back. Angel backed away a little he knew he could kill her if he wanted to. This was so close to his dream! He didn't understand a word she had said but her body language gave it away. Even if they were together the language barrier would always be in the way for several years. What fun was that? Nothing he could do would prove to her he hadn't killed the girl and he couldn't explain that she was evil and he couldn't tell her he was protecting himself. So this is how it had to be. One of them had to die. And he was determined to have it not be her. Not again. Rest was good for him. He needed it after all this long time.
No one noticed the first by the side of the woods watching the scene lay out. He knew who would win. He could feel the power in Angel's veins. She'll die and then he'll destroy himself He could tell what would happen. It had happened last time and it would happen again. This couple looks so much like the first one. I'm not going waste my time by watching them play with each other's minds.
Buffy took a swing at Angel and he ducked successfully. He didn't hit her back but he let her pound towards his direction. She hadn't managed to get him once. She was growling desperately Is he messing with me? He wanted her to think that she bested him not that he let her kill him. He wanted her to think he was evil so that it would be easier on him. That way she could let go easier. She wouldn't have to dwell on the pain of killing him when they could have been together.
She took another jab at his body and he let it hit him in the jaw. He pretended to fight her back and hit her a couple of times before he let her think she was hurting him. Hit after hit bruised his face. He wasn't even using 1/100 of what he had just been given and she thought he was the best fighter she ever had come against.
She closed her eyes and let the scene sink in for a second. She was in the middle of the cemetery with the man she had just made love with not more than 3 hours ago, the man she had loved even before she had met him. He was evil. He had killed this little girl and it was her turn to kill him. But why was she doing it? Why couldn't she leave him to his deeds? Because she loved him. She wanted her Angel to be content in knowing he hadn't been able to kill anyone else. This wasn't for her. She would let him live for eternity if it meant that she could see him again. Even if it was during a fight, but not if it meant letting others die. She was slayer. This was her job.
Angel let her throw him into the same crypt the little girl's body was leaning against. He fell to his knees and let his eyes wander to her face. For half a second she expected for them to flash golden brown like they had the last time this had happened, but no. He stood up like last time. The moment was gone, Angel wouldn't be returning. She lifted the sword over her head and prepared to thrust into his flesh. "Any last words?" She hadn't lost hope yet, she was holding out for something, but she didn't know what.
She noticed out of the corner of her eyes as the little girl's body started to fiz. It was burning into a puddle of ooze. She looked away and back to his eyes. The something she was holding out for was coming.
"We wouldn't want a repeat performance. It's no fun when it gets like this. Finish it. I know you can't understand me but I hope you'll always know I love you. I'll love you forever. That's the whole point. This time with eyes open." He didn't know he said it in English, but she froze. What do I do? He-he spoke! He sensed her anxiety. She let the sword fall to the ground. What is she doing? I was just trying to get my last words.
She fell her knees shaking. He loves me. The thought that it could be a trick never registered. She didn't care. Let him kill her. Enveloping him in a tight hug she let her tears fall freely. "I love you too" It didn't matter that she was freezing and the night air was chilling both o f their skins.
"God Buffy" His eyes stung against the night. She had understood him. He thought she hadn't. He didn't realize that with all the power came all the knowledge.
This all happened within 10 seconds and after the pole was removed from Spike's chest, he turned on his side grabbing at the wound in pain. The source hovered over him. His hands grabbed at his knees as he doubled over. Darkness filled him completely.
"Not as easy as you thought huh? They are expecting this." He padded the same back spike had used to try and kill the source. "Contents: one soul"
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Buffy watched Angel look to the sky. His gaze looked down again and she saw the body. She ran up to it and Angel was stunned. She was here. He felt power running through his veins. He had completed his 1 millionth kill. It was all his if he wanted it.
"I can't believe you did this. I'm going to enjoy killing you" Buffy pulled a sword out of the holder strapped across her back. Angel backed away a little he knew he could kill her if he wanted to. This was so close to his dream! He didn't understand a word she had said but her body language gave it away. Even if they were together the language barrier would always be in the way for several years. What fun was that? Nothing he could do would prove to her he hadn't killed the girl and he couldn't explain that she was evil and he couldn't tell her he was protecting himself. So this is how it had to be. One of them had to die. And he was determined to have it not be her. Not again. Rest was good for him. He needed it after all this long time.
No one noticed the first by the side of the woods watching the scene lay out. He knew who would win. He could feel the power in Angel's veins. She'll die and then he'll destroy himself He could tell what would happen. It had happened last time and it would happen again. This couple looks so much like the first one. I'm not going waste my time by watching them play with each other's minds.
Buffy took a swing at Angel and he ducked successfully. He didn't hit her back but he let her pound towards his direction. She hadn't managed to get him once. She was growling desperately Is he messing with me? He wanted her to think that she bested him not that he let her kill him. He wanted her to think he was evil so that it would be easier on him. That way she could let go easier. She wouldn't have to dwell on the pain of killing him when they could have been together.
She took another jab at his body and he let it hit him in the jaw. He pretended to fight her back and hit her a couple of times before he let her think she was hurting him. Hit after hit bruised his face. He wasn't even using 1/100 of what he had just been given and she thought he was the best fighter she ever had come against.
She closed her eyes and let the scene sink in for a second. She was in the middle of the cemetery with the man she had just made love with not more than 3 hours ago, the man she had loved even before she had met him. He was evil. He had killed this little girl and it was her turn to kill him. But why was she doing it? Why couldn't she leave him to his deeds? Because she loved him. She wanted her Angel to be content in knowing he hadn't been able to kill anyone else. This wasn't for her. She would let him live for eternity if it meant that she could see him again. Even if it was during a fight, but not if it meant letting others die. She was slayer. This was her job.
Angel let her throw him into the same crypt the little girl's body was leaning against. He fell to his knees and let his eyes wander to her face. For half a second she expected for them to flash golden brown like they had the last time this had happened, but no. He stood up like last time. The moment was gone, Angel wouldn't be returning. She lifted the sword over her head and prepared to thrust into his flesh. "Any last words?" She hadn't lost hope yet, she was holding out for something, but she didn't know what.
She noticed out of the corner of her eyes as the little girl's body started to fiz. It was burning into a puddle of ooze. She looked away and back to his eyes. The something she was holding out for was coming.
"We wouldn't want a repeat performance. It's no fun when it gets like this. Finish it. I know you can't understand me but I hope you'll always know I love you. I'll love you forever. That's the whole point. This time with eyes open." He didn't know he said it in English, but she froze. What do I do? He-he spoke! He sensed her anxiety. She let the sword fall to the ground. What is she doing? I was just trying to get my last words.
She fell her knees shaking. He loves me. The thought that it could be a trick never registered. She didn't care. Let him kill her. Enveloping him in a tight hug she let her tears fall freely. "I love you too" It didn't matter that she was freezing and the night air was chilling both o f their skins.
"God Buffy" His eyes stung against the night. She had understood him. He thought she hadn't. He didn't realize that with all the power came all the knowledge.