My Unsung Hero
Author: Bitca
E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on.
It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
Timeline: Hmm, about Glory, well in my story she doesn't really feature. It's more of a B/A story, and less mayhem, so let's just forget about Glory and her minions, and focus on the LURVE!!! :D heehehe
Rating: Will eventually become NC-17 rated. : ) and those parts will be posted at my site or elsewhere I will let you know. www.lollygobble.com
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D
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Part 10
"You what? Y-you slept with Darla? How could you do that?" she whispered unable to find her voice.
"Buffy I-," he tried to explain himself, even though he didn't really feel he had too.
"No, I don't want to hear it," she cried finding her voice. "Get out, leave, like you always do!!" she sobbed with asperity.
He didn't move, only looked down at her shocked and hurt.
"Go, I want you gone!" She pointed at the door.
"No, don't go!!!" A panicked voice came out from around the corner. Dawn ran between the arguing ex-lovers and looked pleadingly up at Angel. He looked down shamefully, this was the last thing he had wanted.
Buffy sighed. The last thing she needed was a tearful sister ordering around *her* life. "Dawn, go to your room!" she chided, holding back her anger.
"No," Dawn retorted firmly with teary eyes.
"Dawn!" she ordered sternly, clenching her teeth.
Dawn just ignored her and spoke hurriedly to the contrite vampire in front of her. "Please don't go, she doesn't really want you to go. She's just being a bitch." She looked up at him, with her back mutinously to her sister.
Angel didn't answer.
"Dawn!!! This is none of your business," Buffy yelled. Dawn turned to face her sister, scared and teary eyed.
"It *is* my business, I am so sick of all this, Buffy," the girl hissed. "Angel isn't just some puppy dog who obeys to your every whim, okay. Who are you to talk anyway? For months I had to put up with you shagging Riley up in your room, *we all* did. It was horrible, and you know it was." Buffy glared at her threateningly but Dawn didn't stop. "When Angel left you, you changed Buffy, even I had trouble recognising you, but since Angel came back, you're *'you'* again. But you're just afraid to admit that. You're just afraid!" she cried. "And now you discover that you're not always the centre Angel's universe, the world *doesn't* revolve around you anymore and that kills you, you can't stand it. That's why you're angry, not because he slept with someone else, it's 'cause he wasn't all moping and broody about leaving you, while you were busy shagging Riley."
Dawn finally ended her speech with a: "You're angry because there *is* life after 'Buffy'." }
Buffy stood agape in the silence that followed and walked away from Dawn, from Angel, completely unwilling to listen to any of it. Dawn was wrong. She *had to* be. She loved Angel, alright; but that did *not* mean that her whole behaviour changed because of him... Besides, Dawn was wrong because she *knew* that Willow and Xander -oh! specially Xander!- approved of Riley...
She was stopped at the entrance to the dining area by Dawn's hand on her arm. The younger girl spun her around to face her.
"This is not only about Angel, you know. Why don't you *ever* talk about mum? It's been nearly a week since she-she--- since she died. Why don't you cry about her? You never talk to me. You never even say her name," Dawn pleaded to her.
Buffy felt so guilty she wanted to vomit. Because in her sister's crystal blue eyes she found the *truth*. She *was* afraid, afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle her mother being dead, for the last few days she had managed to keep busy enough to not to think about it. But the whole situation was about to wash over her in a sea of pain and loss, and she was afraid it was going to break her. Buffy didn't want to know what life was like without her mum, it wasn't fair. 'Why?' Buffy wanted to scream at the heavens, and by the look in Dawn's red eyes so did she.
"Mom's dead!" Dawn stated and was rewarded with a slap.
Before Buffy knew what she was doing she felt her hand connecting with Dawn's cheek. She gasped and covered her mouth in shock.
Dawn cupped her cheek, frightened and stunned.
"Oh Dawnie," Buffy whispered.
Angel, who had stayed wisely silent through the ordeal, was actually taken aback by Buffy's reaction. It was alright if she hit him, he could defend himself, he was strong and used to it; but Dawn...
"I hate you!" Dawn strained through clenched teeth, trying to stop the tears. She turned and ran up the stairs, leaving a shattered Buffy on her own. Angel didn't move toward her, he had already interfered enough, enough that the sisters had now turned on each other.
Buffy turned her back to Angel and walked up the stairs, she walked into the bathroom and locked the door. She looked in the mirror, tears spilled down her cheeks and her lip trembled. She took a deep breath, and turned on the shower. Stripping her clothes, she stepped in underneath the hot water, letting it wash over her and soak through her hair. A sob escaped her lips, she covered her mouth to keep another from following. She had never meant to hurt Dawn, she was just so upset.
Guilt sank into her heart, making it heavy, she was afraid, afraid that Angel would leave. She had been using her mother's death as a way of keeping him here and it made her feel sick.
She was terrified that he would leave again, and she wouldn't be able to ask him to stay, just like before. She had become too proud, too strong to ask for help, and least of all his. She heaved, and reached, completely disgusted by what she had done, and what she had said. Trying desperately to cleanse herself of it all.
The hot water beat heavily on her back as she crawled to rest against the cold tile wall. She let the racking sobs overcome her now.
Angel wouldn't rescue her this time, she had to do it herself.
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Angel paced slightly in the living room, waiting impatiently for the sun to set. He needed to kill something, preferably some vampires, a demon would do just fine. He was going to patrol for as long as it would take to get rid of the image of Buffy hitting Dawn from his memory.
"Finally," he breathed and hurriedly exited.
Angel felt sorry for the vamps tonight, as he was rewarded for his solid punch with a sickening crack. As the vamp cradled his jaw struggling to get up from such a hit. Angel swiftly staked him in the back, taking note of the clanging of the vamp's sword as he turned to dust. Turning just in time to throw another attacking vamp over his head to land in its buddies ash.
Another attacked from the side and managed to get hold of Angel with it's arm around his throat, but it was a substantially smaller build vamp and he kicked his leg up and behind him, connecting with the vampires private parts and throwing its weakened form over his shoulder easily. The vamp whimpered and rolled around clutching his throbbing crotch.
"Oooh, I bet that hurt!" Angel mocked, lifting the first slain vamp's sword and sliced his head off.
"Yeah, but this is going to hurt even more," the third vampire stated behind Angel. He turned. They were both armed with swords now. After a small pause they faced off. Angel still felt sorry for the vamps... he could bet this one hadn't spent a century handling a sword...
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Buffy had been lying awake in bed unable to sleep. She had completely forgotten about patrol until she heard Angel close the front door.
Angel locked the front door, then moved to the couch turning on the lamp on the side table, he sat tiredly on the couch and started taking off his shoes. He took his pants and shirt off as well, stood up and turned out the light, then lay down on the couch in his boxers and attempted to get some sleep...
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Okies, Part 11 preview :P hehe ooh, it's getting good :P I hope you enjoy : )
And soon I will have to post the NC-17 parts at my site www.lollygobble.com as ff.net will no longer allow them, but I will let you know of an update :D
Thanks
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She almost scoffed at his indolent behaviour toward her obvious anger and indignation. She stood there with her hands on her hips, chin raised with defiance and her eyes sparkling with anger, or tears, he couldn't tell anymore.
"I want you gone by the morning!" she ordered with acrimony, careful not to let any hint of emotion become readable on her face.
Her inimitable resolve flowed from her eyes there was no argument.
It was over!
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Author: Bitca
E-mail: bitca_101@hotmail.com
Authors Note: Again, sequel to 'Life', so yeah read that and part one of this to understand what is going on.
It's set at 'Forever' Season 5 of Btvs.
Timeline: Hmm, about Glory, well in my story she doesn't really feature. It's more of a B/A story, and less mayhem, so let's just forget about Glory and her minions, and focus on the LURVE!!! :D heehehe
Rating: Will eventually become NC-17 rated. : ) and those parts will be posted at my site or elsewhere I will let you know. www.lollygobble.com
Feedback: If you wouldn't mind I would love it... PLEASE OH PLEASE!!! : D
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Part 10
"You what? Y-you slept with Darla? How could you do that?" she whispered unable to find her voice.
"Buffy I-," he tried to explain himself, even though he didn't really feel he had too.
"No, I don't want to hear it," she cried finding her voice. "Get out, leave, like you always do!!" she sobbed with asperity.
He didn't move, only looked down at her shocked and hurt.
"Go, I want you gone!" She pointed at the door.
"No, don't go!!!" A panicked voice came out from around the corner. Dawn ran between the arguing ex-lovers and looked pleadingly up at Angel. He looked down shamefully, this was the last thing he had wanted.
Buffy sighed. The last thing she needed was a tearful sister ordering around *her* life. "Dawn, go to your room!" she chided, holding back her anger.
"No," Dawn retorted firmly with teary eyes.
"Dawn!" she ordered sternly, clenching her teeth.
Dawn just ignored her and spoke hurriedly to the contrite vampire in front of her. "Please don't go, she doesn't really want you to go. She's just being a bitch." She looked up at him, with her back mutinously to her sister.
Angel didn't answer.
"Dawn!!! This is none of your business," Buffy yelled. Dawn turned to face her sister, scared and teary eyed.
"It *is* my business, I am so sick of all this, Buffy," the girl hissed. "Angel isn't just some puppy dog who obeys to your every whim, okay. Who are you to talk anyway? For months I had to put up with you shagging Riley up in your room, *we all* did. It was horrible, and you know it was." Buffy glared at her threateningly but Dawn didn't stop. "When Angel left you, you changed Buffy, even I had trouble recognising you, but since Angel came back, you're *'you'* again. But you're just afraid to admit that. You're just afraid!" she cried. "And now you discover that you're not always the centre Angel's universe, the world *doesn't* revolve around you anymore and that kills you, you can't stand it. That's why you're angry, not because he slept with someone else, it's 'cause he wasn't all moping and broody about leaving you, while you were busy shagging Riley."
Dawn finally ended her speech with a: "You're angry because there *is* life after 'Buffy'." }
Buffy stood agape in the silence that followed and walked away from Dawn, from Angel, completely unwilling to listen to any of it. Dawn was wrong. She *had to* be. She loved Angel, alright; but that did *not* mean that her whole behaviour changed because of him... Besides, Dawn was wrong because she *knew* that Willow and Xander -oh! specially Xander!- approved of Riley...
She was stopped at the entrance to the dining area by Dawn's hand on her arm. The younger girl spun her around to face her.
"This is not only about Angel, you know. Why don't you *ever* talk about mum? It's been nearly a week since she-she--- since she died. Why don't you cry about her? You never talk to me. You never even say her name," Dawn pleaded to her.
Buffy felt so guilty she wanted to vomit. Because in her sister's crystal blue eyes she found the *truth*. She *was* afraid, afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle her mother being dead, for the last few days she had managed to keep busy enough to not to think about it. But the whole situation was about to wash over her in a sea of pain and loss, and she was afraid it was going to break her. Buffy didn't want to know what life was like without her mum, it wasn't fair. 'Why?' Buffy wanted to scream at the heavens, and by the look in Dawn's red eyes so did she.
"Mom's dead!" Dawn stated and was rewarded with a slap.
Before Buffy knew what she was doing she felt her hand connecting with Dawn's cheek. She gasped and covered her mouth in shock.
Dawn cupped her cheek, frightened and stunned.
"Oh Dawnie," Buffy whispered.
Angel, who had stayed wisely silent through the ordeal, was actually taken aback by Buffy's reaction. It was alright if she hit him, he could defend himself, he was strong and used to it; but Dawn...
"I hate you!" Dawn strained through clenched teeth, trying to stop the tears. She turned and ran up the stairs, leaving a shattered Buffy on her own. Angel didn't move toward her, he had already interfered enough, enough that the sisters had now turned on each other.
Buffy turned her back to Angel and walked up the stairs, she walked into the bathroom and locked the door. She looked in the mirror, tears spilled down her cheeks and her lip trembled. She took a deep breath, and turned on the shower. Stripping her clothes, she stepped in underneath the hot water, letting it wash over her and soak through her hair. A sob escaped her lips, she covered her mouth to keep another from following. She had never meant to hurt Dawn, she was just so upset.
Guilt sank into her heart, making it heavy, she was afraid, afraid that Angel would leave. She had been using her mother's death as a way of keeping him here and it made her feel sick.
She was terrified that he would leave again, and she wouldn't be able to ask him to stay, just like before. She had become too proud, too strong to ask for help, and least of all his. She heaved, and reached, completely disgusted by what she had done, and what she had said. Trying desperately to cleanse herself of it all.
The hot water beat heavily on her back as she crawled to rest against the cold tile wall. She let the racking sobs overcome her now.
Angel wouldn't rescue her this time, she had to do it herself.
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Angel paced slightly in the living room, waiting impatiently for the sun to set. He needed to kill something, preferably some vampires, a demon would do just fine. He was going to patrol for as long as it would take to get rid of the image of Buffy hitting Dawn from his memory.
"Finally," he breathed and hurriedly exited.
Angel felt sorry for the vamps tonight, as he was rewarded for his solid punch with a sickening crack. As the vamp cradled his jaw struggling to get up from such a hit. Angel swiftly staked him in the back, taking note of the clanging of the vamp's sword as he turned to dust. Turning just in time to throw another attacking vamp over his head to land in its buddies ash.
Another attacked from the side and managed to get hold of Angel with it's arm around his throat, but it was a substantially smaller build vamp and he kicked his leg up and behind him, connecting with the vampires private parts and throwing its weakened form over his shoulder easily. The vamp whimpered and rolled around clutching his throbbing crotch.
"Oooh, I bet that hurt!" Angel mocked, lifting the first slain vamp's sword and sliced his head off.
"Yeah, but this is going to hurt even more," the third vampire stated behind Angel. He turned. They were both armed with swords now. After a small pause they faced off. Angel still felt sorry for the vamps... he could bet this one hadn't spent a century handling a sword...
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Buffy had been lying awake in bed unable to sleep. She had completely forgotten about patrol until she heard Angel close the front door.
Angel locked the front door, then moved to the couch turning on the lamp on the side table, he sat tiredly on the couch and started taking off his shoes. He took his pants and shirt off as well, stood up and turned out the light, then lay down on the couch in his boxers and attempted to get some sleep...
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Okies, Part 11 preview :P hehe ooh, it's getting good :P I hope you enjoy : )
And soon I will have to post the NC-17 parts at my site www.lollygobble.com as ff.net will no longer allow them, but I will let you know of an update :D
Thanks
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She almost scoffed at his indolent behaviour toward her obvious anger and indignation. She stood there with her hands on her hips, chin raised with defiance and her eyes sparkling with anger, or tears, he couldn't tell anymore.
"I want you gone by the morning!" she ordered with acrimony, careful not to let any hint of emotion become readable on her face.
Her inimitable resolve flowed from her eyes there was no argument.
It was over!
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