Chap 18
Buffy walked through her front door utterly exhausted. She had spent a long time at Giles', both of them pouring over books that had some significance to Angelus. But still they found nothing, nothing about his soul.
"Hello." Joyce Summers called out to her daughter from the kitchen.
"Hey." Buffy sighed, dragging her feet.
"How'd it go with Giles? What did you study today." Her mother stood at the sink, washing up some saucepans.
"Algebra." Buffy took a seat.
"Didn't you do that last week?" Joyce turned to face her daughter.
"Yeah, I find it hard." Buffy looked up and leant her head on her hands.
"Oh, while you were out, somebody called for you." Joyce suddenly remembered. "Very handsome young man and polite too." She smiled.
"Really?" Buffy was frowning. Who could it be? "Did he give a name?" Buffy gestured with her hand.
"Yes, now what was it? It was something weird, quite feminine. Think it began with A." Joyce tapped her fingers on the sideboard.
"Angel." Buffy sat and prayed she was wrong.
"That's the one!" Her mother gasped as she remembered. "He left you a gift." Joyce pointed at a large gift-wrapped box with Buffy's name scrawled on the front.
Panic began to surge through the young slayer as she realised how close he had been to her mother, he could have had her there and then and Buffy wouldn't have been there to help.
Buffy walked up to the gift cautiously and picked it up. She turned and left the room, deciding that this was something she had to look at on her own.
She sat crossed legged on her bed and carefully undid the bright red ribbon that was tied in a bow on the top of the black box. Then she lifted the lid and peeled back the soft tissue paper. There, a piece of parchment lay.
Buffy stared at it for a while before deciding to open it up and see what exactly Angelus was giving her. A perfect hand drawn black and white picture of Buffy was inside yet it was evil. For Buffy was no longer Buffy the vampire slayer but more like Buffy the vampire.
Her face was twisted into the familiar game face, and blood drizzled from her lips. She was dressed in tight clothing, her hair long and flowing over her shoulders. Buffy stared at the picture horrified. At the bottom of the picture in black inky scrawl was written:
"Soon you shall be mine."
This confirmed all of Buffy's fears. He was going to make her like him, to live eternally in the darkness. Buffy looked back in the box and peeled back more tissue paper. Inside was a human heart, its thick outer walls covered in fresh blood.
Buffy screwed up her nose in disgust. She felt the familiar anger of the slayer welling up inside of her as she realised what Angelus had done. He had started killing again.
Xander phoned Buffy up as soon as he got home that night, Angel had been on his mind the whole evening.
"Hello?" Buffy answered, she sounded tired and troubled.
"Hey Buff it's me." Xander smiled at the sound of her voice.
"What is it Xand?" Buffy couldn't be doing with a conversation right now.
"It's Angel, I know I had a go at you earlier, but something's up." Buffy groaned as she heard him.
"You've slept with him haven't you." Xander sighed.
Buffy's eyes opened wide with surprise, how'd he know that. "Uh, that's none of you business."
"He told me Buffy, just not in a nice way." Xander thought back to what the vamp had said.
"OK OK, yeah I did. And I'm not proud of it because he's evil now." Buffy awaited a mocking response.
"Tell me about it!" Xander didn't get the evil part.
"No Xander he's evil again, as in killing people evil." Buffy elaborated for the human.
"Oh right." Xander was too shocked to turn on his sarcastic tone.
"I should go; I need my strength if I'm going to take him down. That means lots of sleep. Do me a favour and ring Willow to warn her?" Buffy felt sleep easing into her body.
"Sure thing." Xander hung up.
Buffy didn't know what to do. Now Angelus could get into the house whenever he wanted to. That wasn't a good thing.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Angelus paced his floor thinking of the next move. He wanted Buffy yet he knew it would result in a huge fight, one that would even test his abilities. He needed help. Spike.
Angelus grinned as he thought of his childe.
Now all he had to do was persuade the vamp to join him. How hard could it be?
Spike walked passed a house on Revello Drive. He had visited often in the night, just so he could steal a look at the beautiful blonde that lived inside. It was the blonde that he had tried to get to dance at The Bronze, the same girl that Angel was madly in love with. Or Angelus should he say.
But she was so beautiful and he wanted her. *Bloody hell, this is making me soft * He rolled his eyes and leant against a nearby tree. He lit a cigarette and looked up at her window, waiting for a slight glimpse of her.
"Aw, look who's in love." It was Angelus' turn to drawl.
"I aint the only one." Spike straightened up.
"Yeah but at least I fucked her." Angelus paced around the vamp.
The thought made Spike seethe with jealousy.
"And now I'm going to take her, take her to forever be mine." Malice glinted in Angelus' eyes. "She's going to be a toughie though. She'll kick up a good fight, I can feel it in my bones." Angelus sighed. He paused for a moment, then: "What if I was to say, you could have a share of her?" Angelus lied, knowing well that as soon as Buffy was turned he would kill the vamp himself.
Spike looked thoughtful for a minute and then suddenly he became distant. "How can I trust a bloody liar like you." Spike stared at his Sire.
"Its risky taking her on her own, especially with her whiney friends around, so I need some backup." Angelus tried to elevate Spike's position, making him sound important.
Spike smiled smugly. He had always been a gullible bastard. "Fine. I'll be backup as long as you keep your promise." Spike said sternly.
"I promise." Angel turned away from Spike, and smiled secretly to himself. Little did the blonde vamp know of what was about to happen..
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Buffy walked through her front door utterly exhausted. She had spent a long time at Giles', both of them pouring over books that had some significance to Angelus. But still they found nothing, nothing about his soul.
"Hello." Joyce Summers called out to her daughter from the kitchen.
"Hey." Buffy sighed, dragging her feet.
"How'd it go with Giles? What did you study today." Her mother stood at the sink, washing up some saucepans.
"Algebra." Buffy took a seat.
"Didn't you do that last week?" Joyce turned to face her daughter.
"Yeah, I find it hard." Buffy looked up and leant her head on her hands.
"Oh, while you were out, somebody called for you." Joyce suddenly remembered. "Very handsome young man and polite too." She smiled.
"Really?" Buffy was frowning. Who could it be? "Did he give a name?" Buffy gestured with her hand.
"Yes, now what was it? It was something weird, quite feminine. Think it began with A." Joyce tapped her fingers on the sideboard.
"Angel." Buffy sat and prayed she was wrong.
"That's the one!" Her mother gasped as she remembered. "He left you a gift." Joyce pointed at a large gift-wrapped box with Buffy's name scrawled on the front.
Panic began to surge through the young slayer as she realised how close he had been to her mother, he could have had her there and then and Buffy wouldn't have been there to help.
Buffy walked up to the gift cautiously and picked it up. She turned and left the room, deciding that this was something she had to look at on her own.
She sat crossed legged on her bed and carefully undid the bright red ribbon that was tied in a bow on the top of the black box. Then she lifted the lid and peeled back the soft tissue paper. There, a piece of parchment lay.
Buffy stared at it for a while before deciding to open it up and see what exactly Angelus was giving her. A perfect hand drawn black and white picture of Buffy was inside yet it was evil. For Buffy was no longer Buffy the vampire slayer but more like Buffy the vampire.
Her face was twisted into the familiar game face, and blood drizzled from her lips. She was dressed in tight clothing, her hair long and flowing over her shoulders. Buffy stared at the picture horrified. At the bottom of the picture in black inky scrawl was written:
"Soon you shall be mine."
This confirmed all of Buffy's fears. He was going to make her like him, to live eternally in the darkness. Buffy looked back in the box and peeled back more tissue paper. Inside was a human heart, its thick outer walls covered in fresh blood.
Buffy screwed up her nose in disgust. She felt the familiar anger of the slayer welling up inside of her as she realised what Angelus had done. He had started killing again.
Xander phoned Buffy up as soon as he got home that night, Angel had been on his mind the whole evening.
"Hello?" Buffy answered, she sounded tired and troubled.
"Hey Buff it's me." Xander smiled at the sound of her voice.
"What is it Xand?" Buffy couldn't be doing with a conversation right now.
"It's Angel, I know I had a go at you earlier, but something's up." Buffy groaned as she heard him.
"You've slept with him haven't you." Xander sighed.
Buffy's eyes opened wide with surprise, how'd he know that. "Uh, that's none of you business."
"He told me Buffy, just not in a nice way." Xander thought back to what the vamp had said.
"OK OK, yeah I did. And I'm not proud of it because he's evil now." Buffy awaited a mocking response.
"Tell me about it!" Xander didn't get the evil part.
"No Xander he's evil again, as in killing people evil." Buffy elaborated for the human.
"Oh right." Xander was too shocked to turn on his sarcastic tone.
"I should go; I need my strength if I'm going to take him down. That means lots of sleep. Do me a favour and ring Willow to warn her?" Buffy felt sleep easing into her body.
"Sure thing." Xander hung up.
Buffy didn't know what to do. Now Angelus could get into the house whenever he wanted to. That wasn't a good thing.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Angelus paced his floor thinking of the next move. He wanted Buffy yet he knew it would result in a huge fight, one that would even test his abilities. He needed help. Spike.
Angelus grinned as he thought of his childe.
Now all he had to do was persuade the vamp to join him. How hard could it be?
Spike walked passed a house on Revello Drive. He had visited often in the night, just so he could steal a look at the beautiful blonde that lived inside. It was the blonde that he had tried to get to dance at The Bronze, the same girl that Angel was madly in love with. Or Angelus should he say.
But she was so beautiful and he wanted her. *Bloody hell, this is making me soft * He rolled his eyes and leant against a nearby tree. He lit a cigarette and looked up at her window, waiting for a slight glimpse of her.
"Aw, look who's in love." It was Angelus' turn to drawl.
"I aint the only one." Spike straightened up.
"Yeah but at least I fucked her." Angelus paced around the vamp.
The thought made Spike seethe with jealousy.
"And now I'm going to take her, take her to forever be mine." Malice glinted in Angelus' eyes. "She's going to be a toughie though. She'll kick up a good fight, I can feel it in my bones." Angelus sighed. He paused for a moment, then: "What if I was to say, you could have a share of her?" Angelus lied, knowing well that as soon as Buffy was turned he would kill the vamp himself.
Spike looked thoughtful for a minute and then suddenly he became distant. "How can I trust a bloody liar like you." Spike stared at his Sire.
"Its risky taking her on her own, especially with her whiney friends around, so I need some backup." Angelus tried to elevate Spike's position, making him sound important.
Spike smiled smugly. He had always been a gullible bastard. "Fine. I'll be backup as long as you keep your promise." Spike said sternly.
"I promise." Angel turned away from Spike, and smiled secretly to himself. Little did the blonde vamp know of what was about to happen..
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