THE END
It was the worst of times. There was no best or even good time to be had. Sunnydale was dying, slowly it was becoming the land of the dead. Sunnydale had always been dying. That wasn't really anything new. Except that now Sunnydale was being swallowed up by the Hellmouth.
A few of us stayed to fight. A few of us had dedicated our lives to the cause of keeping the Hellmouth manageable. We stayed because this was our post this was our lives. As the child of a Slayer the blood flows through me to stop evil.
"Nice," Spike said as he seemed to shimmer, he lay on the couch listening to the writing of Alex Harris. He was dictating, but he was in muse form. The whole picture was odd, with Spike looking like a therapy patient in addition he was munching on a Twizzler. As an Oracle he no longer felt the need to scare anyone and cigarettes were mostly for intimidation. He was scary enough as it was. So he had switched from Marlboros to Twizzlers on occasions that no one could see him.
"Who would have though that some offspring of the Whelp could write such an epic. Now go on, tell about my daughter," Spike muttered. He was heard by Alex's subconscious. It was fun.
We were loosing. Once Sunnydale fell, then fell the world. The Hellmouth would expand to all of the reaches of the Earth and then extend in other dimensions. The End of Days was nigh.
"Nah, never liked that word, use another."
Alex stopped and thought. He erased the word and went on.
The End of Days was upon us.
"Better. Now Laura."
When we were ready to give up, the witches were beaten and could hardly keep the spew of the Hellmouth at bay and the werewolves couldn't keep the terrors from knocking down our doors, they came.
"I blame the poofter. He would be the one who would want to make an entrance. He had to wait until things were hopeless. He "
With grace and skill they came. They fought their greatest. They fought together and they won. A tall man and a little girl came from nowhere and then they left again, without a trace.
"Beautiful," Spike sighed, so poetic.
Alex rolled his eyes, "We knew who she was. She could have stayed or atleast said hi. Why did she go so fast? Where is she anyway?"
Alex almost seemed to know that Spike was there. Spike knew that he couldn't, but Alex had always be a little weird. Son of a Xander and a slayer.
"Damn gotta go, thanks for dictating history Alex. You're a good kid even though your father was a bit of a wanker."
With speed he left.
***
It was a myth to where Laura and Angel had ended up, even those who loved them most didn't see them. Angel and Laura seemed to be ghosts, saviors. They appeared in locations in time of need, but they were almost epic figures.
Spike didn't really want the world to know that they were just screwed up kids and he didn't want to announce that yes Angel had received his shanshu as a part of Angel having sexual relations with Laura. The Watchers were pretty well versed in Angel's sex life with Buffy. Spike really didn't feel like dragging his family into the old game of kiss and tell all over again.
But Angel had received his reward.
In a weird way.
***
In the hours after the End of Days Angel still had not shanshued, but their was plenty of personal stuff to do. Like take out all the shrapnel.
Angel winced as she took out the wood from his skin.
She bit her lip.
"Sorry."
"Just finish it," Angel growled.
Laura gritted her teeth and took out all the splinters she could find. The blood oozing out was making her giddy, the sculpture of his bare skin was making her dizzy. She could feel her vamp face turn on, lick off all of the blood and then strip of the rest of his clothes.
But she didn't do it.
It hit her.
All of the days she had spent with him, by his side, she had found something in him she loved.
He seemed to hear her thoughts. He turned and his brown eyes looked at her in wonderment. The passion she felt in her stomach was echoed in his eyes. He reached up and pushed the hair from her face. His large hands cupped her face.
She looked at him and she saw the man that he had become, vampire or no.
She could feel him, taste him, she was drowning in him and he had barely touched her. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. She could feel his blood pound. She could feel him answer the siren call her lips called to his blood.
It was soft, lips against lips.
Then she pulled away, her attitude suddenly changing. She suddenly was very confused.
Angel felt like he had been thrown from a fire into a meat locker.
"Who were you kissing?" She asked from the other side of the room.
"What?" he asked her.
She turned to look at him, "I don't know who you think I am, but I can tell you what I'm not. I'm not your redemption. I'm not the second chance with mom. I'm not your toy."
"Laura."
"No I felt your blood stir. It was powerful. Who were you thinking of? I kissed on man who was in love with another woman. I know how it feels."
"You're telling me that I am thinking of someone else?"
"Was it Cordy? Mom? Darla?"
She was frantic. She wanted to leave, but she had to know. She loved him and she had to know who it was who brought on such emotions in him. Who it was that made him tremble.
"This is stupid. I'm leaving. This just can't work."
Angel knew he didn't fight emotional battles with others. Things happened and he receded into himself. That was who he was. Tangles he just let go.
But he stood up and before she could reach the door he was there. He was in full vamp mode. It scared him because it was too much like Angelus. It was part of him that he had buried. It was a part that she called to be. He was afraid he couldn't control it.
But he couldn't deny it.
He wouldn't deny it.
"Its you," he growled, "I can feel you wherever you are. You are alive and you're dead. You are the greatest in contradictions. I can feel the blood coursing through your veins and its mine."
Laura looked up at him her jaw set, "You are two hundred years old. You've loved before. I don't play like that. I'm not playing second fiddle again."
"Laura, I'm not thinking about anyone else. I think about you and only you. You are in my blood, you are what I think about all of the time. No other woman has entered my head since you stepped into my door."
His voice was a low growl and his eyes glowed yellow.
She tilted her chin. She wasn't afraid or repulsed by his face. It was the same as hers could be. She had grown up on her father's lap as he went in and out of vamp face. It was something natural to her to express emotion. She knew that he was always fighting his own demon it was something alien to him. The fact that he stood before her in what he assumed was his ugliness was what made her believe in him.
"Does she ever cross your mind when you are with me."
Angel growled and shook her head, "Laura, listen to me. I got over Buffy a long time ago. Cordy was something, but she could never really understand what it is like to have a demon always on your back. You understand. You are something beyond all others. They don't matter when I'm with you. You make me not ashamed of the demon and you make me celebrate my soul."
Laura reached up and touched his face. Bumps and all.
"Laura, I've always let them leave, go on. I've always held something back. I can't anymore. Please love me."
Laura wanted to cry, instead she kissed him.
Everything could wait. Tonight she loved him.
***
Angel woke up in the morning. He felt something strange in his body. There was something distinctly wrong. He stumbled away from the sleeping woman in his bed. He had to find out what was wrong. He didn't feel Angelus taking over, he had plenty of chances during Angel's time with Cordy. This was different, but Angel was afraid that somehow the curse was going to mar this perfect moment. He had never before had such a moment of happiness.
He threw on clothes and left the hotel.
When he entered the Oracles room Spike sat there smoking.
"You smoke still?"
"I'm dead. I'm only here as the representation of how you remember me. It's not real. It's a cosmic cigarette. Besides I think I need to smoke after what I have to deal with."
"Great."
Spike stood up and crossed over to him and cracked his knuckles.
"So you come for you ass kicking?"
"I didn't do anything to hurt her."
Spike smiled, "I know. It's a joke."
"You joke now?"
"Hello, I spend all of my time with Buffy, and I know everything. I get to be all cryptic to silly mortals and demons. I'm a god. Why wouldn't I joke."
"Great."
"You've said that already."
"Are you going to help me or not?"
"Well you haven't really asked me anything."
"What is happening to me?"
"Finally," Spike smirked, "You will pardon Buffy's absence. We thought it most comfortable under the situation to not have her here. Well she did. I thought it was funny."
"Spike," Angel growled.
"What are you?"
Spike made a mockery of pondering the question. Angel growled.
"Well you are what she is. You are perfection."
"That is hardly possible."
"Hey don't tell me that. It isn't my choice. You were the Big Bad for years. Then you turned into a bigger Nancy boy. Then you brooded. In my opinion you are not really the best candidate. But I don't get a choice."
Spike looked at him carefully.
"Don't you feel it though?"
Angel took a deep breath. Suddenly he could feel it. He had a heartbeat.
"Not that you wanker."
Angel didn't understand what he meant. Then he realized that it was gone. When Angelus had appeared he was free from guilt. The reason he feared that he had been turned was because of the sudden suspension of guilt.
"You're at a balance now. You aren't all caught up with all of your guilt. Your good and bad are balanced. Now leave with that great revelation. I don't want my daughter waking up alone. That will not do her good."
Angel left, he found Laura still asleep. He crawled into bed with her. He was perfect, she was perfect. They were perfect.
And the Warriors roamed the Earth, making the world safe for puppies once again.thus sayeth Spike. Here endenth the lesson.
It was the worst of times. There was no best or even good time to be had. Sunnydale was dying, slowly it was becoming the land of the dead. Sunnydale had always been dying. That wasn't really anything new. Except that now Sunnydale was being swallowed up by the Hellmouth.
A few of us stayed to fight. A few of us had dedicated our lives to the cause of keeping the Hellmouth manageable. We stayed because this was our post this was our lives. As the child of a Slayer the blood flows through me to stop evil.
"Nice," Spike said as he seemed to shimmer, he lay on the couch listening to the writing of Alex Harris. He was dictating, but he was in muse form. The whole picture was odd, with Spike looking like a therapy patient in addition he was munching on a Twizzler. As an Oracle he no longer felt the need to scare anyone and cigarettes were mostly for intimidation. He was scary enough as it was. So he had switched from Marlboros to Twizzlers on occasions that no one could see him.
"Who would have though that some offspring of the Whelp could write such an epic. Now go on, tell about my daughter," Spike muttered. He was heard by Alex's subconscious. It was fun.
We were loosing. Once Sunnydale fell, then fell the world. The Hellmouth would expand to all of the reaches of the Earth and then extend in other dimensions. The End of Days was nigh.
"Nah, never liked that word, use another."
Alex stopped and thought. He erased the word and went on.
The End of Days was upon us.
"Better. Now Laura."
When we were ready to give up, the witches were beaten and could hardly keep the spew of the Hellmouth at bay and the werewolves couldn't keep the terrors from knocking down our doors, they came.
"I blame the poofter. He would be the one who would want to make an entrance. He had to wait until things were hopeless. He "
With grace and skill they came. They fought their greatest. They fought together and they won. A tall man and a little girl came from nowhere and then they left again, without a trace.
"Beautiful," Spike sighed, so poetic.
Alex rolled his eyes, "We knew who she was. She could have stayed or atleast said hi. Why did she go so fast? Where is she anyway?"
Alex almost seemed to know that Spike was there. Spike knew that he couldn't, but Alex had always be a little weird. Son of a Xander and a slayer.
"Damn gotta go, thanks for dictating history Alex. You're a good kid even though your father was a bit of a wanker."
With speed he left.
***
It was a myth to where Laura and Angel had ended up, even those who loved them most didn't see them. Angel and Laura seemed to be ghosts, saviors. They appeared in locations in time of need, but they were almost epic figures.
Spike didn't really want the world to know that they were just screwed up kids and he didn't want to announce that yes Angel had received his shanshu as a part of Angel having sexual relations with Laura. The Watchers were pretty well versed in Angel's sex life with Buffy. Spike really didn't feel like dragging his family into the old game of kiss and tell all over again.
But Angel had received his reward.
In a weird way.
***
In the hours after the End of Days Angel still had not shanshued, but their was plenty of personal stuff to do. Like take out all the shrapnel.
Angel winced as she took out the wood from his skin.
She bit her lip.
"Sorry."
"Just finish it," Angel growled.
Laura gritted her teeth and took out all the splinters she could find. The blood oozing out was making her giddy, the sculpture of his bare skin was making her dizzy. She could feel her vamp face turn on, lick off all of the blood and then strip of the rest of his clothes.
But she didn't do it.
It hit her.
All of the days she had spent with him, by his side, she had found something in him she loved.
He seemed to hear her thoughts. He turned and his brown eyes looked at her in wonderment. The passion she felt in her stomach was echoed in his eyes. He reached up and pushed the hair from her face. His large hands cupped her face.
She looked at him and she saw the man that he had become, vampire or no.
She could feel him, taste him, she was drowning in him and he had barely touched her. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. She could feel his blood pound. She could feel him answer the siren call her lips called to his blood.
It was soft, lips against lips.
Then she pulled away, her attitude suddenly changing. She suddenly was very confused.
Angel felt like he had been thrown from a fire into a meat locker.
"Who were you kissing?" She asked from the other side of the room.
"What?" he asked her.
She turned to look at him, "I don't know who you think I am, but I can tell you what I'm not. I'm not your redemption. I'm not the second chance with mom. I'm not your toy."
"Laura."
"No I felt your blood stir. It was powerful. Who were you thinking of? I kissed on man who was in love with another woman. I know how it feels."
"You're telling me that I am thinking of someone else?"
"Was it Cordy? Mom? Darla?"
She was frantic. She wanted to leave, but she had to know. She loved him and she had to know who it was who brought on such emotions in him. Who it was that made him tremble.
"This is stupid. I'm leaving. This just can't work."
Angel knew he didn't fight emotional battles with others. Things happened and he receded into himself. That was who he was. Tangles he just let go.
But he stood up and before she could reach the door he was there. He was in full vamp mode. It scared him because it was too much like Angelus. It was part of him that he had buried. It was a part that she called to be. He was afraid he couldn't control it.
But he couldn't deny it.
He wouldn't deny it.
"Its you," he growled, "I can feel you wherever you are. You are alive and you're dead. You are the greatest in contradictions. I can feel the blood coursing through your veins and its mine."
Laura looked up at him her jaw set, "You are two hundred years old. You've loved before. I don't play like that. I'm not playing second fiddle again."
"Laura, I'm not thinking about anyone else. I think about you and only you. You are in my blood, you are what I think about all of the time. No other woman has entered my head since you stepped into my door."
His voice was a low growl and his eyes glowed yellow.
She tilted her chin. She wasn't afraid or repulsed by his face. It was the same as hers could be. She had grown up on her father's lap as he went in and out of vamp face. It was something natural to her to express emotion. She knew that he was always fighting his own demon it was something alien to him. The fact that he stood before her in what he assumed was his ugliness was what made her believe in him.
"Does she ever cross your mind when you are with me."
Angel growled and shook her head, "Laura, listen to me. I got over Buffy a long time ago. Cordy was something, but she could never really understand what it is like to have a demon always on your back. You understand. You are something beyond all others. They don't matter when I'm with you. You make me not ashamed of the demon and you make me celebrate my soul."
Laura reached up and touched his face. Bumps and all.
"Laura, I've always let them leave, go on. I've always held something back. I can't anymore. Please love me."
Laura wanted to cry, instead she kissed him.
Everything could wait. Tonight she loved him.
***
Angel woke up in the morning. He felt something strange in his body. There was something distinctly wrong. He stumbled away from the sleeping woman in his bed. He had to find out what was wrong. He didn't feel Angelus taking over, he had plenty of chances during Angel's time with Cordy. This was different, but Angel was afraid that somehow the curse was going to mar this perfect moment. He had never before had such a moment of happiness.
He threw on clothes and left the hotel.
When he entered the Oracles room Spike sat there smoking.
"You smoke still?"
"I'm dead. I'm only here as the representation of how you remember me. It's not real. It's a cosmic cigarette. Besides I think I need to smoke after what I have to deal with."
"Great."
Spike stood up and crossed over to him and cracked his knuckles.
"So you come for you ass kicking?"
"I didn't do anything to hurt her."
Spike smiled, "I know. It's a joke."
"You joke now?"
"Hello, I spend all of my time with Buffy, and I know everything. I get to be all cryptic to silly mortals and demons. I'm a god. Why wouldn't I joke."
"Great."
"You've said that already."
"Are you going to help me or not?"
"Well you haven't really asked me anything."
"What is happening to me?"
"Finally," Spike smirked, "You will pardon Buffy's absence. We thought it most comfortable under the situation to not have her here. Well she did. I thought it was funny."
"Spike," Angel growled.
"What are you?"
Spike made a mockery of pondering the question. Angel growled.
"Well you are what she is. You are perfection."
"That is hardly possible."
"Hey don't tell me that. It isn't my choice. You were the Big Bad for years. Then you turned into a bigger Nancy boy. Then you brooded. In my opinion you are not really the best candidate. But I don't get a choice."
Spike looked at him carefully.
"Don't you feel it though?"
Angel took a deep breath. Suddenly he could feel it. He had a heartbeat.
"Not that you wanker."
Angel didn't understand what he meant. Then he realized that it was gone. When Angelus had appeared he was free from guilt. The reason he feared that he had been turned was because of the sudden suspension of guilt.
"You're at a balance now. You aren't all caught up with all of your guilt. Your good and bad are balanced. Now leave with that great revelation. I don't want my daughter waking up alone. That will not do her good."
Angel left, he found Laura still asleep. He crawled into bed with her. He was perfect, she was perfect. They were perfect.
And the Warriors roamed the Earth, making the world safe for puppies once again.thus sayeth Spike. Here endenth the lesson.