ENDINGS
A Buffy and Angel crossover fanfiction.
By Saturn Maiden
Author's Notes: I'm soooo sorry it took this long for the next chapter, but I kinda lost steam, but I'm back (! Sorry again. Okay, and did anybody else LOOVE the BtVS finale? And about the Angel season ender I was left with a big "Huh?" factor. I don't know why but this chapter has a Gunn angst-fest. I usually don't associate him with angsty-ness, although he does have a reason.
Disclaimer: I no own Buffy or Angel, although I wish I owned Xander.*drool*
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CHAPTER FIVE
BUILD UP
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SUNNYDALE
All heads turned towards Willow at the sound of her yell. Buffy and Xander were the first ones to run to her side, leaping over the junk that had been moved into piles for easy dumpage. "What's this demon's sitch then Will?" Buffy asked as she came over to look over her friend's shoulder to the screen, which looked to be a scan of an old text with a translation next to it. Apparently there WERE websites that dealt with demony stuff, and not in a fantasy way.
"Apparently Mangeur the Devourer is a very powerful demon" Willow said. *What else is new* Buffy thought. They were always powerful. "It has the ability to project images into human minds and intense physical strength. He was sealed away by a coven of very powerful witches nearly a two thousand years ago and . "
"Now he's found a way to break free" Angel said from the doorway. He could smell the sun now, feel it in his bones, it pained his senses as it rose. He'd gotten here just in time. But the sun was apparently the least of his worries right now, with this Mangeur guy around. "Cordy had a vision about it, that's why we're here."
"Yeah, it's chosen Sunnydale for it's rise, cause, well Hellmouth" Cordelia said as she brushed past Angel to enter the room.
"Duh" Was the oh-so-intelligent answer from Xander, "State the obvious much?" Cordelia made a little face at that. Buffy and Willow both shot them a "Grow up already" look. It seemed as if as soon as you got those two back in the same room they were automatically transformed into their high school selves. And they didn't need Queen C and Goofy Xander right now.
Gunn and Fred stayed back a little, obviously missing something about the whole exchange. They'd met Willow before, but she'd been different, her best friend had just died then, you couldn't judge who a person was when they were mourning, and Gunn got that same vibe off her now. She'd lost something, or someone, major, done something major, and he could somehow see it in her eyes. You don't end up with that haunted expression for nothing. He saw that expression on other people too. Angel, he took the broody haunted look to the extreme, but he'd seen it in others in different degrees. People from his old neighborhood, the guys in his old crew, they'd all lost something to the darkness. They'd all lost a part of themselves they could never get back. He'd lost a part of himself. That's where he'd seen part of the look in Willow's eyes before. He'd seen it whenever he looked in the mirror in the morning. Hell, he'd even seen part of it in Fred's eyes late at night, when she wondered the hotel at night after having a nightmare, when she didn't think he was awake, and didn't want to wake him up, to burden him with her issues. It was the loss of innocence, that look in all their eyes. Not the kind of innocence that everybody talks of losing, but the Nievite that most people get to keep all through their lives. The ignorance that lets them believe that they're safe from the monsters in the movies, lets them think that the world is all black and white, what they can see. But Willow's eyes held a tinge of something different, something deeper. Like she'd not only lost her innocence to the darkness, but her very self, her sanity, her personality. He saw barely- there control over the deep darkness that he knew hid just beneath her carefully built armor. Her eyes looked like Angel's, almost like she'd lived a lifetime of dark. Like she had everything to atone for and didn't know how she possibly could. That hadn't been in her eyes last time he'd seen her. Then there had just been sadness, and the loss. There was always the loss.
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THE NEW SUNNYDALE HIGH
Robin Wood, that was an interesting choice for a pseudonym, but it worked. It never occurred to him that the name was slightly reminiscent of a folklore hero thief, nor would he care if he did. He was neither hero nor thief, even if such titles could be pinned on anyone, especially together. He looked about his office, it was spacious, probably the town's way to draw people in to take the position, seeing as how the last two Sunnydale High principals had died rather mysterious deaths. But Robin didn't need this space for him to be here, although it did have its advantages. Privacy, among them. But he would have taken this job even if he'd had to deal with a janitor's closet for an office, he needed to be here now. He felt it inside himself, in his gut. There was a reason for everything, and he let himself be led by his instincts, the things that called him here. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he had a part to play in some rather bad mojo going down, and he wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. Or for any other place for that matter .
A Buffy and Angel crossover fanfiction.
By Saturn Maiden
Author's Notes: I'm soooo sorry it took this long for the next chapter, but I kinda lost steam, but I'm back (! Sorry again. Okay, and did anybody else LOOVE the BtVS finale? And about the Angel season ender I was left with a big "Huh?" factor. I don't know why but this chapter has a Gunn angst-fest. I usually don't associate him with angsty-ness, although he does have a reason.
Disclaimer: I no own Buffy or Angel, although I wish I owned Xander.*drool*
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CHAPTER FIVE
BUILD UP
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SUNNYDALE
All heads turned towards Willow at the sound of her yell. Buffy and Xander were the first ones to run to her side, leaping over the junk that had been moved into piles for easy dumpage. "What's this demon's sitch then Will?" Buffy asked as she came over to look over her friend's shoulder to the screen, which looked to be a scan of an old text with a translation next to it. Apparently there WERE websites that dealt with demony stuff, and not in a fantasy way.
"Apparently Mangeur the Devourer is a very powerful demon" Willow said. *What else is new* Buffy thought. They were always powerful. "It has the ability to project images into human minds and intense physical strength. He was sealed away by a coven of very powerful witches nearly a two thousand years ago and . "
"Now he's found a way to break free" Angel said from the doorway. He could smell the sun now, feel it in his bones, it pained his senses as it rose. He'd gotten here just in time. But the sun was apparently the least of his worries right now, with this Mangeur guy around. "Cordy had a vision about it, that's why we're here."
"Yeah, it's chosen Sunnydale for it's rise, cause, well Hellmouth" Cordelia said as she brushed past Angel to enter the room.
"Duh" Was the oh-so-intelligent answer from Xander, "State the obvious much?" Cordelia made a little face at that. Buffy and Willow both shot them a "Grow up already" look. It seemed as if as soon as you got those two back in the same room they were automatically transformed into their high school selves. And they didn't need Queen C and Goofy Xander right now.
Gunn and Fred stayed back a little, obviously missing something about the whole exchange. They'd met Willow before, but she'd been different, her best friend had just died then, you couldn't judge who a person was when they were mourning, and Gunn got that same vibe off her now. She'd lost something, or someone, major, done something major, and he could somehow see it in her eyes. You don't end up with that haunted expression for nothing. He saw that expression on other people too. Angel, he took the broody haunted look to the extreme, but he'd seen it in others in different degrees. People from his old neighborhood, the guys in his old crew, they'd all lost something to the darkness. They'd all lost a part of themselves they could never get back. He'd lost a part of himself. That's where he'd seen part of the look in Willow's eyes before. He'd seen it whenever he looked in the mirror in the morning. Hell, he'd even seen part of it in Fred's eyes late at night, when she wondered the hotel at night after having a nightmare, when she didn't think he was awake, and didn't want to wake him up, to burden him with her issues. It was the loss of innocence, that look in all their eyes. Not the kind of innocence that everybody talks of losing, but the Nievite that most people get to keep all through their lives. The ignorance that lets them believe that they're safe from the monsters in the movies, lets them think that the world is all black and white, what they can see. But Willow's eyes held a tinge of something different, something deeper. Like she'd not only lost her innocence to the darkness, but her very self, her sanity, her personality. He saw barely- there control over the deep darkness that he knew hid just beneath her carefully built armor. Her eyes looked like Angel's, almost like she'd lived a lifetime of dark. Like she had everything to atone for and didn't know how she possibly could. That hadn't been in her eyes last time he'd seen her. Then there had just been sadness, and the loss. There was always the loss.
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THE NEW SUNNYDALE HIGH
Robin Wood, that was an interesting choice for a pseudonym, but it worked. It never occurred to him that the name was slightly reminiscent of a folklore hero thief, nor would he care if he did. He was neither hero nor thief, even if such titles could be pinned on anyone, especially together. He looked about his office, it was spacious, probably the town's way to draw people in to take the position, seeing as how the last two Sunnydale High principals had died rather mysterious deaths. But Robin didn't need this space for him to be here, although it did have its advantages. Privacy, among them. But he would have taken this job even if he'd had to deal with a janitor's closet for an office, he needed to be here now. He felt it inside himself, in his gut. There was a reason for everything, and he let himself be led by his instincts, the things that called him here. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he had a part to play in some rather bad mojo going down, and he wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. Or for any other place for that matter .
