Authors note: Yes I know, your all going shout and yell "but that's just
like the ending of season 2" But tough. I like my own little twist and
this is my story. I am not good at coming up with strange demon talk
unlike the likes of Joss Weadon so I simply had to follow suit. Anyway, I
hope you enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it!!! (well some of it
anyway!!)
Here goes.
Chap 20
"There" Willow sighed, placing the spell book that Giles had previously handed her on the dining room table at Buffy's house.
"That'll stop the blood sucker from entering" Xander paced the floor, still slightly edgy about Angelus.
"Now the curse." Wesley had told them all about the Orb of Thessulah and how it held powers that would cause Angelus to gain his soul once more. The whole gang had been game to try, especially the slayer. Wesley was a bit unsure of her reaction, mainly because of the hopeful glint that had sprung into her eyes at the mere mention of maybe not having to kill him. This he found strange as the girl was the Slayer and was expected to kill such demons.
He had shrugged it off though. Maybe it was just too much work for her to take him down. Little did Wesley known of Buffy and Angel's past.
"Well I'm going a-hunting." Buffy rose from her comfortable position and made her way towards the door.
She stepped out into the cool night and felt the gentle breeze blow across her delicate features. Finally she felt she could let it all out. Being with her friends meant she had to put up with a fake façade, a cover up to how she was really feeling at that present moment. More than anything in the world she wished that she had not spent that dreadful night with Angel.
Now she longed for him. She wanted to be pulled into his arms and rescued from the dark, burning abyss of pain that she was currently wallowing in. She wanted once more to feel safe, to feel the coolness of his body washing over her and reassuring her in a way only he could.
Buffy continued her walk until finally she came across the nearest cemetery. She made no effort to search for the demons of the night, but let them come to her, for she was in no mood to fight.
"Slayer." A familiar voice sounded ahead. Buffy looked up confused, trying to put a name to the face.
There he stood. His platinum blonde hair shone in the moonlight as he paced towards her, his long leather duster trailed the floor behind him.
"You" Buffy sighed. It was the Jerk.
Angelus watched from a nearby tree as he saw Spike approach the young girl. His plan was going smoothly. Spike was merely there to sap her of her energy until he can strike, fresh and eager for a fight. A fight to her death.
"Preferred to be called Spike." Spike answered calmly.
"Spike? What kind of a name is that?" Buffy scoffed, her muscles tensed as she sensed his demon.
"What kind of a name is Buffy?" Spike retorted, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Let's get this over with." Buffy rolled her eyes and readied her body.
Spike struck first, punching Buffy hard in the face. She fell back slightly but regained balance and stroke back, punching him twice in the chest and then kicking him high in the face. Spike allowed the demon out, revealing his true nature to the girl. Now he was angry.
Buffy fought on, back flipping out of the way at one point, running up a tree to gain leverage. Spike suddenly realised how strong she actually was.
Crack.
He had broken a couple of her ribs as she landed, punching out hard and catching her on the side of her body with his foot. She was beginning to tire. Spike took this as a signal and backed out before he gained any more injuries.
Buffy went to run after him, but suddenly her senses were caught with a sudden feeling. It was Angelus.
"Hey lover." His deep voice sent shivers up her spine.
She turned to face him as he stepped out of the darkness, his pale skin contrasted against the darkness of his clothing. Everything suddenly seemed to move in slow motion as his coat swung behind him, he flashed her a stare that could kill.
Buffy stood motionless, her body quivered with adrenaline and fear as she tensed her muscles more and more despite the constant ache she felt in her side. Her instincts screamed run but her slayer side opposed it and yearned for her to stay.
"Well? Aren't you going to say hello?" He stopped just a few paces away his arms held out to her.
Buffy didn't answer. She didn't need to.
She knew what his plans were and she was ready. She defiantly wasn't going to go down without a fight. Without at least trying to take him down no matter how heavy her heart now felt.
"Fine." Angelus shrugged and like lightening was stood before her, his fist connecting with the side of her face.
Back at Buffy's, her dining room was now lit by candlelight. Seated in the centre of the room in a perfect circle were Xander, Wesley, Giles and Willow, each of them personally holding a candle. Wesley started his Latin chant from the book that was placed on the floor in front of him. In the very centre sat the Orb of Thessulah. Willow cast a glance at her best friend, sheer panic seemed to cross his face as he realised what he was actually doing. Taking part in a spell.
Buffy blocked another punch from Angel and kneed him hard in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and she kicked him hard in the face. Her whole body had started to ache from the pain, blood ran down her face and she held her side with one hand, fearing that she was about to do more damage.
She gazed at the vampire as he struggled to his feet; he too felt the pain of the fight. A new cut had appeared on his lip and now blood started to slowly drizzle down his chin. He licked it to prevent it from going any further.
Buffy wrinkled her nose with disgust and ducked as he aimed yet another high kick towards her head. She spun out of the way and came up behind him kicking him down to the floor.
Angelus stared up at her and began to laugh. His deep voice stroke up fear and an eerie chill inside her as she watched him. She gave him another kick and he stopped, wincing in pain. Unfortunately she didn't see the faint flicker of pretend burning in the depths of his eyes.
Now the Orb began to glow dimly, as Wesley's voice grew louder and louder, the room vibrating under the strain. Giles stared at the Orb; interested in the way this spell was preformed. He made a mental note to talk to Wesley about it later. Willow on the other hand, was breathing hard. This was still very new to her and she wasn't used to being exposed to such an important spell. She looked to Xander for support. But Xander was stood with his eyes firmly shut, not wanting to know what was going on around him.
Buffy drew a stake from inside her jacket. She could feel the tears welling up inside and her heart felt as if it had been torn out of her body. She stepped over his body and bent down, looking at the panic that had now crossed the evil vamps face. She aimed the stake at his heart and lifted her hand way over her head.
"This reminds me of the first moment you showed weakness." Angelus grinned from beneath her; suddenly the pained expressions had disappeared.
Buffy realised the trap. He grabbed her wrists and flipped her over, pinning her to the ground. It was useless she couldn't possibly escape from his grip.
His body was heavy against hers and his eyes stared deep into hers for a moment, and she saw it. The love and devotion that lay embedded amongst the evil and torment that he passionately expressed. She knew he still loved her, but now he was a beast.
She struggled underneath him, trying her hardest to squirm out of his grip. He started to laugh again.
"There's nowhere to run my sweet. Don't worry it will be over soon." Angelus stroked a finger down her cheek and kissed her lightly on the forehead. He was so gentle and caring. Buffy could hardly believe it was him.
"Get off you bastard." Buffy still felt the need to fight.
"No." His tone grew stern as he became more serious.
Xander feared to open his eyes once more and now the Orb was glowing brightly, the light it emitted was piecing and bright. Wesley continued his chant, breathing heavily as he tried to concentrate as much as he could.
Buffy ceased to move. She finally had given in. She felt the energy drain out of her as she stared up into his deep chocolate eyes. Buffy found herself thinking about how beautiful he still looked although the malice and cruelty was still present in his features. Angelus gave his half smile and bent close to her face, planting kisses along her cheek so she moved her head, exposing her warm neck to him. He vamped out silently, yet Buffy knew what he was about to do and she shut her eyes tightly.
The fangs sunk in slowly and blood began to drizzle out of the wound into Angelus' mouth, its taste was intoxicating, bringing him a whole new meaning to being high.
Buffy eyes flew open and she winced at the immediate pain but then relaxed as she watched the dark surroundings slowly appear blurry and jumbled up. Her head felt thick and dizzy as she began to lose more and more blood, her pulse slowing down.
Angelus continued to drink, constantly using his senses to check his girl's pulse. Suddenly a strong pain entered his body and began to course through his veins. He reared up, away from her neck in pain and cried out into the night. The soul had returned, Angel was back.
Angel looked around, for an instant he didn't realise where he was or what was going on. He felt a warm body beneath him and looked down at Buffy. Horror struck him as he realised what he had been doing.
He strained to hear her heart beat, to feel her pulse race. But there was nothing. He had killed his love.
She had gone.
Pain and hate for himself began to ignite as he moved off her body scooping the small slayer into his arms. He brought her head close to him and kissed her lightly on the lips, still feeling the warmth of her body. Tears slowly began to trickle down his dark features.
He suddenly felt a presence behind him and he remembered Spike.
FLASH BACK - NEW YORK ( Chap 3!!!!!)
He held the tiny girl in his arms, her sleeping form curled up like a kitten. He smiled as he watched her, her little body ebbed with warmth. He remembered wanting to take her there and then and he was so hungry. But just the delicate look of her had made him want to protect her.
He heard a noise beside him. He rolled his eyes as he began to sense what it was. Another vampire. He stood slowly, turning away from the noise praying that the vampire wouldn't notice the girl he held, he was in no fit state to fight.
PRESENT DAY.
Angel shook off the memory of the little girl and looked down at his "sleeping" Buffy in his arms. He laid her out gently on the floor and turned to face Spike. All he could see was red.
Spike saw the rage and suddenly wished he was someone else but he stood his ground, determined to fight.
Angel came charging towards him, channelling his rage into his fists as he pounded Spike, feeling the vamp's body crumble under the pressure. Spike hardly had a chance to fight back.
He threw a few good punches but it was too late, Angel's berserk anger and knocked him out practically instantly. Angel wanted to snap the vamp's neck there, then tear his head off and use it as a ball but suddenly stopped. He was going to make Spike pay in a much better way. He stepped away from the vamp and walked over to his beauty.
There she lay, the blood on her neck now starting to dry out yet still her pulse did not beat. Angel felt the tears spring up again in his eyes as he picked her up and walked on into the night
If you were to be a passer by at this moment you would see a truly strange sight. A tall, dark brooding figure would pass you, tears staining his face as he walked defiantly onwards. In his arms was a young girl, her long blonde hair flowing outwards into the darkness but her eyes were shut, and her body limp.
Then if you were to follow this figure you would see him go to a clearing in the forest and lay the girl down gently and then he would disappear for a while returning with a pile of logs and sticks. Then, under the cover of darkness, you would watch him as he built a bonfire. You would then see him pick up his girl, his love, his Buffy and take her towards the bonfire and lay her on top of it. Then he would turn his back and leave, igniting it with a match that was meant for torturing purposes.
This man would then disappear into the night, his dark and brooding figure was yet again doomed to an eternal life of misery and pain as he cast his memory back and remembered that love only ever caused him pain, that Love Kills.
THE END
*~* Please read and review!!!! *~*
Here goes.
Chap 20
"There" Willow sighed, placing the spell book that Giles had previously handed her on the dining room table at Buffy's house.
"That'll stop the blood sucker from entering" Xander paced the floor, still slightly edgy about Angelus.
"Now the curse." Wesley had told them all about the Orb of Thessulah and how it held powers that would cause Angelus to gain his soul once more. The whole gang had been game to try, especially the slayer. Wesley was a bit unsure of her reaction, mainly because of the hopeful glint that had sprung into her eyes at the mere mention of maybe not having to kill him. This he found strange as the girl was the Slayer and was expected to kill such demons.
He had shrugged it off though. Maybe it was just too much work for her to take him down. Little did Wesley known of Buffy and Angel's past.
"Well I'm going a-hunting." Buffy rose from her comfortable position and made her way towards the door.
She stepped out into the cool night and felt the gentle breeze blow across her delicate features. Finally she felt she could let it all out. Being with her friends meant she had to put up with a fake façade, a cover up to how she was really feeling at that present moment. More than anything in the world she wished that she had not spent that dreadful night with Angel.
Now she longed for him. She wanted to be pulled into his arms and rescued from the dark, burning abyss of pain that she was currently wallowing in. She wanted once more to feel safe, to feel the coolness of his body washing over her and reassuring her in a way only he could.
Buffy continued her walk until finally she came across the nearest cemetery. She made no effort to search for the demons of the night, but let them come to her, for she was in no mood to fight.
"Slayer." A familiar voice sounded ahead. Buffy looked up confused, trying to put a name to the face.
There he stood. His platinum blonde hair shone in the moonlight as he paced towards her, his long leather duster trailed the floor behind him.
"You" Buffy sighed. It was the Jerk.
Angelus watched from a nearby tree as he saw Spike approach the young girl. His plan was going smoothly. Spike was merely there to sap her of her energy until he can strike, fresh and eager for a fight. A fight to her death.
"Preferred to be called Spike." Spike answered calmly.
"Spike? What kind of a name is that?" Buffy scoffed, her muscles tensed as she sensed his demon.
"What kind of a name is Buffy?" Spike retorted, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Let's get this over with." Buffy rolled her eyes and readied her body.
Spike struck first, punching Buffy hard in the face. She fell back slightly but regained balance and stroke back, punching him twice in the chest and then kicking him high in the face. Spike allowed the demon out, revealing his true nature to the girl. Now he was angry.
Buffy fought on, back flipping out of the way at one point, running up a tree to gain leverage. Spike suddenly realised how strong she actually was.
Crack.
He had broken a couple of her ribs as she landed, punching out hard and catching her on the side of her body with his foot. She was beginning to tire. Spike took this as a signal and backed out before he gained any more injuries.
Buffy went to run after him, but suddenly her senses were caught with a sudden feeling. It was Angelus.
"Hey lover." His deep voice sent shivers up her spine.
She turned to face him as he stepped out of the darkness, his pale skin contrasted against the darkness of his clothing. Everything suddenly seemed to move in slow motion as his coat swung behind him, he flashed her a stare that could kill.
Buffy stood motionless, her body quivered with adrenaline and fear as she tensed her muscles more and more despite the constant ache she felt in her side. Her instincts screamed run but her slayer side opposed it and yearned for her to stay.
"Well? Aren't you going to say hello?" He stopped just a few paces away his arms held out to her.
Buffy didn't answer. She didn't need to.
She knew what his plans were and she was ready. She defiantly wasn't going to go down without a fight. Without at least trying to take him down no matter how heavy her heart now felt.
"Fine." Angelus shrugged and like lightening was stood before her, his fist connecting with the side of her face.
Back at Buffy's, her dining room was now lit by candlelight. Seated in the centre of the room in a perfect circle were Xander, Wesley, Giles and Willow, each of them personally holding a candle. Wesley started his Latin chant from the book that was placed on the floor in front of him. In the very centre sat the Orb of Thessulah. Willow cast a glance at her best friend, sheer panic seemed to cross his face as he realised what he was actually doing. Taking part in a spell.
Buffy blocked another punch from Angel and kneed him hard in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and she kicked him hard in the face. Her whole body had started to ache from the pain, blood ran down her face and she held her side with one hand, fearing that she was about to do more damage.
She gazed at the vampire as he struggled to his feet; he too felt the pain of the fight. A new cut had appeared on his lip and now blood started to slowly drizzle down his chin. He licked it to prevent it from going any further.
Buffy wrinkled her nose with disgust and ducked as he aimed yet another high kick towards her head. She spun out of the way and came up behind him kicking him down to the floor.
Angelus stared up at her and began to laugh. His deep voice stroke up fear and an eerie chill inside her as she watched him. She gave him another kick and he stopped, wincing in pain. Unfortunately she didn't see the faint flicker of pretend burning in the depths of his eyes.
Now the Orb began to glow dimly, as Wesley's voice grew louder and louder, the room vibrating under the strain. Giles stared at the Orb; interested in the way this spell was preformed. He made a mental note to talk to Wesley about it later. Willow on the other hand, was breathing hard. This was still very new to her and she wasn't used to being exposed to such an important spell. She looked to Xander for support. But Xander was stood with his eyes firmly shut, not wanting to know what was going on around him.
Buffy drew a stake from inside her jacket. She could feel the tears welling up inside and her heart felt as if it had been torn out of her body. She stepped over his body and bent down, looking at the panic that had now crossed the evil vamps face. She aimed the stake at his heart and lifted her hand way over her head.
"This reminds me of the first moment you showed weakness." Angelus grinned from beneath her; suddenly the pained expressions had disappeared.
Buffy realised the trap. He grabbed her wrists and flipped her over, pinning her to the ground. It was useless she couldn't possibly escape from his grip.
His body was heavy against hers and his eyes stared deep into hers for a moment, and she saw it. The love and devotion that lay embedded amongst the evil and torment that he passionately expressed. She knew he still loved her, but now he was a beast.
She struggled underneath him, trying her hardest to squirm out of his grip. He started to laugh again.
"There's nowhere to run my sweet. Don't worry it will be over soon." Angelus stroked a finger down her cheek and kissed her lightly on the forehead. He was so gentle and caring. Buffy could hardly believe it was him.
"Get off you bastard." Buffy still felt the need to fight.
"No." His tone grew stern as he became more serious.
Xander feared to open his eyes once more and now the Orb was glowing brightly, the light it emitted was piecing and bright. Wesley continued his chant, breathing heavily as he tried to concentrate as much as he could.
Buffy ceased to move. She finally had given in. She felt the energy drain out of her as she stared up into his deep chocolate eyes. Buffy found herself thinking about how beautiful he still looked although the malice and cruelty was still present in his features. Angelus gave his half smile and bent close to her face, planting kisses along her cheek so she moved her head, exposing her warm neck to him. He vamped out silently, yet Buffy knew what he was about to do and she shut her eyes tightly.
The fangs sunk in slowly and blood began to drizzle out of the wound into Angelus' mouth, its taste was intoxicating, bringing him a whole new meaning to being high.
Buffy eyes flew open and she winced at the immediate pain but then relaxed as she watched the dark surroundings slowly appear blurry and jumbled up. Her head felt thick and dizzy as she began to lose more and more blood, her pulse slowing down.
Angelus continued to drink, constantly using his senses to check his girl's pulse. Suddenly a strong pain entered his body and began to course through his veins. He reared up, away from her neck in pain and cried out into the night. The soul had returned, Angel was back.
Angel looked around, for an instant he didn't realise where he was or what was going on. He felt a warm body beneath him and looked down at Buffy. Horror struck him as he realised what he had been doing.
He strained to hear her heart beat, to feel her pulse race. But there was nothing. He had killed his love.
She had gone.
Pain and hate for himself began to ignite as he moved off her body scooping the small slayer into his arms. He brought her head close to him and kissed her lightly on the lips, still feeling the warmth of her body. Tears slowly began to trickle down his dark features.
He suddenly felt a presence behind him and he remembered Spike.
FLASH BACK - NEW YORK ( Chap 3!!!!!)
He held the tiny girl in his arms, her sleeping form curled up like a kitten. He smiled as he watched her, her little body ebbed with warmth. He remembered wanting to take her there and then and he was so hungry. But just the delicate look of her had made him want to protect her.
He heard a noise beside him. He rolled his eyes as he began to sense what it was. Another vampire. He stood slowly, turning away from the noise praying that the vampire wouldn't notice the girl he held, he was in no fit state to fight.
PRESENT DAY.
Angel shook off the memory of the little girl and looked down at his "sleeping" Buffy in his arms. He laid her out gently on the floor and turned to face Spike. All he could see was red.
Spike saw the rage and suddenly wished he was someone else but he stood his ground, determined to fight.
Angel came charging towards him, channelling his rage into his fists as he pounded Spike, feeling the vamp's body crumble under the pressure. Spike hardly had a chance to fight back.
He threw a few good punches but it was too late, Angel's berserk anger and knocked him out practically instantly. Angel wanted to snap the vamp's neck there, then tear his head off and use it as a ball but suddenly stopped. He was going to make Spike pay in a much better way. He stepped away from the vamp and walked over to his beauty.
There she lay, the blood on her neck now starting to dry out yet still her pulse did not beat. Angel felt the tears spring up again in his eyes as he picked her up and walked on into the night
If you were to be a passer by at this moment you would see a truly strange sight. A tall, dark brooding figure would pass you, tears staining his face as he walked defiantly onwards. In his arms was a young girl, her long blonde hair flowing outwards into the darkness but her eyes were shut, and her body limp.
Then if you were to follow this figure you would see him go to a clearing in the forest and lay the girl down gently and then he would disappear for a while returning with a pile of logs and sticks. Then, under the cover of darkness, you would watch him as he built a bonfire. You would then see him pick up his girl, his love, his Buffy and take her towards the bonfire and lay her on top of it. Then he would turn his back and leave, igniting it with a match that was meant for torturing purposes.
This man would then disappear into the night, his dark and brooding figure was yet again doomed to an eternal life of misery and pain as he cast his memory back and remembered that love only ever caused him pain, that Love Kills.
THE END
*~* Please read and review!!!! *~*