'Run desire run
Sexual being
Run him like a blade
To and through the heart '
They move through the streets with grim determination. It ends tonight for them, and they both know that it will be the night of a thousand truths. She smokes her cigarette nervously and he takes it from her occasionally to have a drag. When she sees the others she takes one last breath of nicotine before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out.
The others wait for them in front of the looming mansion, none of them looking comfortable with the situation. Buffy notes, with a sigh of relief, that her mother is absent. They don't say anything to her about the cigarette they saw her put out, and they avoid looking at Spike's hand around her waist, his fingers drifting down to her thigh.
"You guys know what to do?"
They nod.
"Good. Then let's go do it."
They move into the mansion and the door slams closed behind them, trapping them in darkness. Stealthily, they continue down the corridor into the main room that opens into a stone atrium. There, surrounded by twenty vampires, stand Angelus, his eyes glinting with hatred. The vampires bristle and move forward.
He smirks at Buffy and Spike, but the venom in his eyes bellies the carelessness of the gesture. His voice is stone when he says, "Kill them."
The vampires rush all at once and no one wastes any time in plunging into the fray. Spike lands punch after punch on his opponents and Buffy cleanly stakes every vampire that comes her way. The Scoobies struggle but manage to hold their own against the horde.
Then, just when the vampires are thinning down, a new batch of them pours down into the room from every direction and the fight turns desperate. The Scoobies stake and fall and punch and spray and burn without stopping, their actions automatic despite their growing exhaustion.
Finally, the tide turns again in their favor. Relief is evident on all their faces and when Buffy dusts the last vampire they all sigh audibly. She turns around slowly with exhaustion only to find Angelus standing before her in vamp face.
'No conscience'
"Hello, lover."
"How was hell?"
He hits her and she stumbles back, but she quickly falls into her battle stance before he comes at her again. She's ready for him now and catches the kick in midair, dishing out one of her own. The others surge forward and immediately fall back when she raises her hand in mid air to stope them. Their fight takes them across the room and away from the others. Despite her earlier signal Spike makes way towards them but five vampires appear before him, each more eager than the other to have a taste of the wayward childe's flesh.
Angelus and Buffy fight brutally, with teeth and words and fists and legs. They dance with each other, only the movements aren't fluid. The dance isn't beautiful to the onlooker, it's merely broken and angry.
Finally, he gets the upper hand and before Buffy knows it he's propelling her backwards into a small room and the door locks behind him with an ominous click.
She doesn't let that stop her though and she flings herself at Angelus, her nails scratching the tender skin around his eyes. He lets out a bellow of rage and his hand hits her face with an unprecedented force and she crashes into the wall, stunned. Seeing his advantage his wastes no time in picking her up and banging her head into the wall again and again.
She finally manages to wrench herself free and she stumbles backwards, hitting the ground. He moves towards her and only then does she see the long curved knife in his hand. She fumbles for her stake and finds it under the table. But as her fingers wrap around the wood, he lifts her up and holds the blade of his knife to her throat.
His tongue traces a path along the side of her face and she can feel his arousal pressing into her thigh through the leather of his pants. She shudders as his tongue is replace by his fangs, lightly scraping her skin.
The blade is pressed against her neck and she can feel her skin tearing slowly. She closes her eyes and swallows, fighting back the tears. Wuthout warning he throws her to the floor and moves on top of her before she can fully register the feel of his body crushing her, his hard hands on her breasts, pinning her hands over her head as hee stake rolls away from her.
"Payback." He laughs as he says it and his hand is under her shirt and in her pants and she hears him unzipping.
And then there's the thud of a body being thrown against the thick wood door and Spike's voice cries out, "Buffy!"
Sexual being
Run him like a blade
To and through the heart '
They move through the streets with grim determination. It ends tonight for them, and they both know that it will be the night of a thousand truths. She smokes her cigarette nervously and he takes it from her occasionally to have a drag. When she sees the others she takes one last breath of nicotine before dropping the cigarette to the ground and stomping it out.
The others wait for them in front of the looming mansion, none of them looking comfortable with the situation. Buffy notes, with a sigh of relief, that her mother is absent. They don't say anything to her about the cigarette they saw her put out, and they avoid looking at Spike's hand around her waist, his fingers drifting down to her thigh.
"You guys know what to do?"
They nod.
"Good. Then let's go do it."
They move into the mansion and the door slams closed behind them, trapping them in darkness. Stealthily, they continue down the corridor into the main room that opens into a stone atrium. There, surrounded by twenty vampires, stand Angelus, his eyes glinting with hatred. The vampires bristle and move forward.
He smirks at Buffy and Spike, but the venom in his eyes bellies the carelessness of the gesture. His voice is stone when he says, "Kill them."
The vampires rush all at once and no one wastes any time in plunging into the fray. Spike lands punch after punch on his opponents and Buffy cleanly stakes every vampire that comes her way. The Scoobies struggle but manage to hold their own against the horde.
Then, just when the vampires are thinning down, a new batch of them pours down into the room from every direction and the fight turns desperate. The Scoobies stake and fall and punch and spray and burn without stopping, their actions automatic despite their growing exhaustion.
Finally, the tide turns again in their favor. Relief is evident on all their faces and when Buffy dusts the last vampire they all sigh audibly. She turns around slowly with exhaustion only to find Angelus standing before her in vamp face.
'No conscience'
"Hello, lover."
"How was hell?"
He hits her and she stumbles back, but she quickly falls into her battle stance before he comes at her again. She's ready for him now and catches the kick in midair, dishing out one of her own. The others surge forward and immediately fall back when she raises her hand in mid air to stope them. Their fight takes them across the room and away from the others. Despite her earlier signal Spike makes way towards them but five vampires appear before him, each more eager than the other to have a taste of the wayward childe's flesh.
Angelus and Buffy fight brutally, with teeth and words and fists and legs. They dance with each other, only the movements aren't fluid. The dance isn't beautiful to the onlooker, it's merely broken and angry.
Finally, he gets the upper hand and before Buffy knows it he's propelling her backwards into a small room and the door locks behind him with an ominous click.
She doesn't let that stop her though and she flings herself at Angelus, her nails scratching the tender skin around his eyes. He lets out a bellow of rage and his hand hits her face with an unprecedented force and she crashes into the wall, stunned. Seeing his advantage his wastes no time in picking her up and banging her head into the wall again and again.
She finally manages to wrench herself free and she stumbles backwards, hitting the ground. He moves towards her and only then does she see the long curved knife in his hand. She fumbles for her stake and finds it under the table. But as her fingers wrap around the wood, he lifts her up and holds the blade of his knife to her throat.
His tongue traces a path along the side of her face and she can feel his arousal pressing into her thigh through the leather of his pants. She shudders as his tongue is replace by his fangs, lightly scraping her skin.
The blade is pressed against her neck and she can feel her skin tearing slowly. She closes her eyes and swallows, fighting back the tears. Wuthout warning he throws her to the floor and moves on top of her before she can fully register the feel of his body crushing her, his hard hands on her breasts, pinning her hands over her head as hee stake rolls away from her.
"Payback." He laughs as he says it and his hand is under her shirt and in her pants and she hears him unzipping.
And then there's the thud of a body being thrown against the thick wood door and Spike's voice cries out, "Buffy!"
