Chapter 4
*notice-I am bumping the rating on this chapter up to "R" just in case* You've been warned
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"Here we go, nice shot of "O" pos. Just like Angel likes." Cordelia said crossing the room and stopping the glass just inches from Buffy's face.
"Ugh, there no way I can drink that..." She said, just as she felt the bones of her face shift and an overwhelming sensation of need. "Oh my gosh! Did I just vamp face?" Buffy asked as her eye widened. She brought her hand up to feel her forehead and nose, then traced her new fangs, accidentally cutting one of her fingers. "Ow!" and without thinking brought the finger back to her mouth and lightly sucked on the wound. That was when she noticed a small moan escape from her unbidden.
Buffy jerked the finger from her mouth and leaned over to spit the small amount of blood on the floor next to the bed.
"Hey!!" Lorne protested indignantly. "Watch the rug!"
"Oh, sorry." Buffy waved he hands in the air as she tended to do when nervous. This drew an incredulous look from Cordy and a small laugh from Wesley.
"Well, perhaps we can solve this before you actually *need* to feed." Wes stated. "We should begin research immediately."
"Yeah, and my guess is we should start with Wolfram & Hart." Cordelia said, crossing her arm across her chest, spilling a little of the forgotten shot of blood on her dress. "Oh man, I just got this dress. Can't even be around Angel thirty minutes and he's already ruining my clothes." She said as she sat down the glass and picked up a towel off the chair next to her and blotted at the stain.
Buffy smiled a moment then found herself edging up and off the bed and toward Cordy. Just as she grabbed Cordelia's arm to lap at the blood, she came back to her senses and dropped it. Glancing around she noted that everyone was now staring at her with mouths gaping open.
"Man, this is gone take some getting used to. Wes, I want my body back...now." Buffy said, staring hard at the ex-watcher.
"Uh, yes, of coarse. Perhaps we should get you to the hotel. It appears you may have some difficulty with controlling Angels demon aspects."
"Tell me about it. How do I make this go back, anyway?" Buffy indicated to her face.
"I believe concentration is the key." Wes offered.
"Great..." Buffy muttered "switch my body and expect me to concentrate, jeez."
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Back at the hotel, Wes and Cordelia were skimming through books as Buffy tried repeatedly to force Angels face to shift back to it's human visage. Concentration didn't seem to work. She had tried pushing on the bones with her hands, she had tried visualization, and even trown in cursing for good measure. They had been at things a few hours now and she was growing tired. They had tried to call Giles, but got no answer. They had even tried calling Buffy's house, but seemed to come up with nothing but busy signals each time. Buffy finally announced that she was going to get some sleep as Wes showed her to Angels room.
After a long shower, Buffy had fallen into a light sleep. She hadn't been sleeping long before she woke with a feeling that she wasn't alone. Glancing around, her vampiric eyesight finally landed on a figure standing near the window. Just as she made out the face, she whispered "Darla?" This couldn't be right. Darla was dust. She had seen her dusted. Darla was definitely dust buster food.
"Hello lover, miss me?" Darla said as she sauntered up to the bed.
"What the, who....how?" Buffy sputtered, still not quite believing her eyes.
"Hmmm, not much for speech these days are you Angel?" Darla cooed, stroking the side of Angels face with the back of her hand. "That's ok, there are much...better...things we can do." she said as she leaned down to place a kiss on Buffy's lips.
Buffy reared back in the bed. "What the hell are you.... You were gonna kiss me! Ewww! I'm definitely of the guy liking variety here sister."
"Whatever you want baby." Darla said still pursuing Angel up the bed.
Buffy had regained more composure and she brought her fist up to connect with Darla's face. Then a leg came up, kicking her off the bed and several feet back. Buffy jumped off the bed and took up a defensive position as Darla stood back up.
"Haven't seen this side of you in a while Angel." She smiled a knowing smile.
"Look, I don't know how you got back to being undead, but you better leave Angel alone. We may not be able to be together, but he's still mine! Or at least not yours. And I am the *really* jealous type." Buffy said as she glanced around looking for anything she could use as a stake.
Darla backed up a few steps cautiously. "Angel, what...what are you talking about?" Darla asked with a very confused expression.
"I'm talking about you. I see your skanky, blond, vampire butt near Angel again, I will stake you in a heartbeat. Angel staked you the first time, but I'll do it the second. Actually, I guess that being in his body and all, it'll be Angel staking you again won't it?" Buffy quipped with a smirk of her own.
"You won't kill me Angel, not after everything...."
"Guess again." Buffy said smiling her best evil smile and stepping toward Darla with a prowess she seldom exhibited.
Darla took one more look at Buffy and then bolted for the door she had come in.
"Man, I thought she'd never leave!" Buffy said as she made her way back to the bed and crawled under the covers, falling back to sleep in moments.
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The next morning, after much discussion, the AI team decided that a direct approach to Wolfram and Hart would be best and that cornering Lindsey might pay off more than talking to anyone else. They would go to Lindsey's apartment and interrogate him. Once decided everyone made to leave the hotel for the drive to Lindsey's. Wes and Cordelia confidently strode out the front door not noticing Buffy right behind them. As soon as she stepped from the shadow, Buffy felt an intense burning and yelped, jumping back into the shadows. Her skin was searing and her hair smoking.
"Angel, er, Buffy...that body is still that of a vampire. You must remember the limitations that poses. We have no idea what would become of you or Angel should that body be destroyed." Wesley chided. Seeing the embarrassed look on Buffy's face, he quickly covered. "I would imagine it is difficult for you in this situation. Angel usually waits for us in back of the building. There is plenty of cover there to keep you from harm." Buffy nodded her understanding and went back inside.
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They arrived at the apartment and relishing her new power, Buffy kicked in the door just before running smack into the barrier across the threshold. Stumbling back a step and rubbing her nose grudgingly, Buffy watched as Wes and Cordelia walked into the apartment.
A man poked his head around the corner of a door way while tying his tie. "You know Angel, there's this funny little custom they have now a days, it called KNOCKING!" He said annoyingly. "Now that you've beaten down my door, why don't you come in. Oh, I'll be sending you the bill for that by the way."
Buffy tested the threshold with one hand before walking into the room, eliciting a strange look from the man now standing with his hands on his hips.
"So, to what do I owe this displeasure Angel. You just miss my smiling face or is there a point to your little breaking and entering session?" the stranger asked.
"How about you tell us what Wolfram & Hart is up to and we go from there." Cordelia said, narrowing her eyes and attempting to look very threatening.
"Yes, especially concerning any recent plans regarding Angel." Wesley added, rolling his eyes at Cordelia's attempt.
"Oh sure, I'll just sell out my employers and take out an ad telling them I'm awaiting my gruesome death." Lindsey answered. "Or not."
Buffy decided to take the initiative. This guy apparently thought she was Angel, and she could use that to her advantage. Concentrating, she closed her eyes and willed her appearance to change to that of the vampire. She then crossed the room in three quick steps and grabbed the handsome stranger by the shoulders. She spun him around and poised her fangs just over Lindseys neck. "Now, you tell us what you evil lawyer guys are up to, or I drain you. Simple choice." Buffy said.
"Go ahead," Lindsey said. "If I talk, they kill me anyway. Besides, you being all soulful, we both know you're bluffing."
Buffy was holding the guy so closely that all of her senses seemed to be singing. She noticed the confidence that rolled off of him in waves, mixed with only a small amount of fear and resignation. She noticed the sound of his heart pumping his blood throughout his body. She noticed the smell of him, clean and crisp with a sharp edge that she knew must be his cologne. She noticed the scratchy feel of his starched shirt under her hands, and the rest of him that she held firmly pressed against her to prevent his escape.
She was getting more than little turned on buy this handsome stranger. Lindsey angled his head a little more, as if a teasing invitation for Buffy to bite him. Without thinking, Buffy leaned into his neck and just a hairs breadth away from his pounding pulse, she took in a long breath that filled her lungs with his scents again, and let out a small moan.
Suddenly Buffy felt a very uncomfortable stir within herself. Deep down in the pit of her stomach, and...elsewhere. That elsewhere just happened to be pushing against Lindsey's back at the moment, and Buffy realized that Angel's body, the body she was in at the moment, was definitely all male. Including some very uncomfortable parts at the moment.
"Why, Angel, I had no idea you thought of me that way." Lindsey quipped as he felt Angels current state. "I'm flattered, really I am, but I'll have to insist on dinner first."
Buffy suddenly regained control of herself and with wide eyes took in the three people who were *again* staring at her. She suddenly pushed Lindsey away, sending him sprawling into the bar. "I'll, um, I'll...be, in the car." Buffy said as she ran for the door.
"Man, talk about your new sensations!" She mumbled as she left the apartment. Lindsey was now openly laughing, and had she turned back she would have seen Wesley's blushed realization as Cordelia quipped, "huh, I wonder what's up with her?"
*notice-I am bumping the rating on this chapter up to "R" just in case* You've been warned
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"Here we go, nice shot of "O" pos. Just like Angel likes." Cordelia said crossing the room and stopping the glass just inches from Buffy's face.
"Ugh, there no way I can drink that..." She said, just as she felt the bones of her face shift and an overwhelming sensation of need. "Oh my gosh! Did I just vamp face?" Buffy asked as her eye widened. She brought her hand up to feel her forehead and nose, then traced her new fangs, accidentally cutting one of her fingers. "Ow!" and without thinking brought the finger back to her mouth and lightly sucked on the wound. That was when she noticed a small moan escape from her unbidden.
Buffy jerked the finger from her mouth and leaned over to spit the small amount of blood on the floor next to the bed.
"Hey!!" Lorne protested indignantly. "Watch the rug!"
"Oh, sorry." Buffy waved he hands in the air as she tended to do when nervous. This drew an incredulous look from Cordy and a small laugh from Wesley.
"Well, perhaps we can solve this before you actually *need* to feed." Wes stated. "We should begin research immediately."
"Yeah, and my guess is we should start with Wolfram & Hart." Cordelia said, crossing her arm across her chest, spilling a little of the forgotten shot of blood on her dress. "Oh man, I just got this dress. Can't even be around Angel thirty minutes and he's already ruining my clothes." She said as she sat down the glass and picked up a towel off the chair next to her and blotted at the stain.
Buffy smiled a moment then found herself edging up and off the bed and toward Cordy. Just as she grabbed Cordelia's arm to lap at the blood, she came back to her senses and dropped it. Glancing around she noted that everyone was now staring at her with mouths gaping open.
"Man, this is gone take some getting used to. Wes, I want my body back...now." Buffy said, staring hard at the ex-watcher.
"Uh, yes, of coarse. Perhaps we should get you to the hotel. It appears you may have some difficulty with controlling Angels demon aspects."
"Tell me about it. How do I make this go back, anyway?" Buffy indicated to her face.
"I believe concentration is the key." Wes offered.
"Great..." Buffy muttered "switch my body and expect me to concentrate, jeez."
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Back at the hotel, Wes and Cordelia were skimming through books as Buffy tried repeatedly to force Angels face to shift back to it's human visage. Concentration didn't seem to work. She had tried pushing on the bones with her hands, she had tried visualization, and even trown in cursing for good measure. They had been at things a few hours now and she was growing tired. They had tried to call Giles, but got no answer. They had even tried calling Buffy's house, but seemed to come up with nothing but busy signals each time. Buffy finally announced that she was going to get some sleep as Wes showed her to Angels room.
After a long shower, Buffy had fallen into a light sleep. She hadn't been sleeping long before she woke with a feeling that she wasn't alone. Glancing around, her vampiric eyesight finally landed on a figure standing near the window. Just as she made out the face, she whispered "Darla?" This couldn't be right. Darla was dust. She had seen her dusted. Darla was definitely dust buster food.
"Hello lover, miss me?" Darla said as she sauntered up to the bed.
"What the, who....how?" Buffy sputtered, still not quite believing her eyes.
"Hmmm, not much for speech these days are you Angel?" Darla cooed, stroking the side of Angels face with the back of her hand. "That's ok, there are much...better...things we can do." she said as she leaned down to place a kiss on Buffy's lips.
Buffy reared back in the bed. "What the hell are you.... You were gonna kiss me! Ewww! I'm definitely of the guy liking variety here sister."
"Whatever you want baby." Darla said still pursuing Angel up the bed.
Buffy had regained more composure and she brought her fist up to connect with Darla's face. Then a leg came up, kicking her off the bed and several feet back. Buffy jumped off the bed and took up a defensive position as Darla stood back up.
"Haven't seen this side of you in a while Angel." She smiled a knowing smile.
"Look, I don't know how you got back to being undead, but you better leave Angel alone. We may not be able to be together, but he's still mine! Or at least not yours. And I am the *really* jealous type." Buffy said as she glanced around looking for anything she could use as a stake.
Darla backed up a few steps cautiously. "Angel, what...what are you talking about?" Darla asked with a very confused expression.
"I'm talking about you. I see your skanky, blond, vampire butt near Angel again, I will stake you in a heartbeat. Angel staked you the first time, but I'll do it the second. Actually, I guess that being in his body and all, it'll be Angel staking you again won't it?" Buffy quipped with a smirk of her own.
"You won't kill me Angel, not after everything...."
"Guess again." Buffy said smiling her best evil smile and stepping toward Darla with a prowess she seldom exhibited.
Darla took one more look at Buffy and then bolted for the door she had come in.
"Man, I thought she'd never leave!" Buffy said as she made her way back to the bed and crawled under the covers, falling back to sleep in moments.
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The next morning, after much discussion, the AI team decided that a direct approach to Wolfram and Hart would be best and that cornering Lindsey might pay off more than talking to anyone else. They would go to Lindsey's apartment and interrogate him. Once decided everyone made to leave the hotel for the drive to Lindsey's. Wes and Cordelia confidently strode out the front door not noticing Buffy right behind them. As soon as she stepped from the shadow, Buffy felt an intense burning and yelped, jumping back into the shadows. Her skin was searing and her hair smoking.
"Angel, er, Buffy...that body is still that of a vampire. You must remember the limitations that poses. We have no idea what would become of you or Angel should that body be destroyed." Wesley chided. Seeing the embarrassed look on Buffy's face, he quickly covered. "I would imagine it is difficult for you in this situation. Angel usually waits for us in back of the building. There is plenty of cover there to keep you from harm." Buffy nodded her understanding and went back inside.
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They arrived at the apartment and relishing her new power, Buffy kicked in the door just before running smack into the barrier across the threshold. Stumbling back a step and rubbing her nose grudgingly, Buffy watched as Wes and Cordelia walked into the apartment.
A man poked his head around the corner of a door way while tying his tie. "You know Angel, there's this funny little custom they have now a days, it called KNOCKING!" He said annoyingly. "Now that you've beaten down my door, why don't you come in. Oh, I'll be sending you the bill for that by the way."
Buffy tested the threshold with one hand before walking into the room, eliciting a strange look from the man now standing with his hands on his hips.
"So, to what do I owe this displeasure Angel. You just miss my smiling face or is there a point to your little breaking and entering session?" the stranger asked.
"How about you tell us what Wolfram & Hart is up to and we go from there." Cordelia said, narrowing her eyes and attempting to look very threatening.
"Yes, especially concerning any recent plans regarding Angel." Wesley added, rolling his eyes at Cordelia's attempt.
"Oh sure, I'll just sell out my employers and take out an ad telling them I'm awaiting my gruesome death." Lindsey answered. "Or not."
Buffy decided to take the initiative. This guy apparently thought she was Angel, and she could use that to her advantage. Concentrating, she closed her eyes and willed her appearance to change to that of the vampire. She then crossed the room in three quick steps and grabbed the handsome stranger by the shoulders. She spun him around and poised her fangs just over Lindseys neck. "Now, you tell us what you evil lawyer guys are up to, or I drain you. Simple choice." Buffy said.
"Go ahead," Lindsey said. "If I talk, they kill me anyway. Besides, you being all soulful, we both know you're bluffing."
Buffy was holding the guy so closely that all of her senses seemed to be singing. She noticed the confidence that rolled off of him in waves, mixed with only a small amount of fear and resignation. She noticed the sound of his heart pumping his blood throughout his body. She noticed the smell of him, clean and crisp with a sharp edge that she knew must be his cologne. She noticed the scratchy feel of his starched shirt under her hands, and the rest of him that she held firmly pressed against her to prevent his escape.
She was getting more than little turned on buy this handsome stranger. Lindsey angled his head a little more, as if a teasing invitation for Buffy to bite him. Without thinking, Buffy leaned into his neck and just a hairs breadth away from his pounding pulse, she took in a long breath that filled her lungs with his scents again, and let out a small moan.
Suddenly Buffy felt a very uncomfortable stir within herself. Deep down in the pit of her stomach, and...elsewhere. That elsewhere just happened to be pushing against Lindsey's back at the moment, and Buffy realized that Angel's body, the body she was in at the moment, was definitely all male. Including some very uncomfortable parts at the moment.
"Why, Angel, I had no idea you thought of me that way." Lindsey quipped as he felt Angels current state. "I'm flattered, really I am, but I'll have to insist on dinner first."
Buffy suddenly regained control of herself and with wide eyes took in the three people who were *again* staring at her. She suddenly pushed Lindsey away, sending him sprawling into the bar. "I'll, um, I'll...be, in the car." Buffy said as she ran for the door.
"Man, talk about your new sensations!" She mumbled as she left the apartment. Lindsey was now openly laughing, and had she turned back she would have seen Wesley's blushed realization as Cordelia quipped, "huh, I wonder what's up with her?"