A/N: This story was conceived a while ago (early 2001?) and was written
then. Although I watched the first episode of Buffy when it first aired, I
didn't get a change to keep up with the series because of work. It wasn't
until the middle of Season 5 and Season 2 for Buffy and Angel respectively
that I got into the full swing of things. Then as soon as I heard about
fan-fiction, I was in! But I had gotten a video tape (pre-DVD releases)
that had the episodes where Angel became Angelus and I was transfixed.
Something said then seemed to correspond very well with something I had
just seen in Buffy's fifth season.and this story was born.
It's called The Death of a Slayer, and there are fourteen parts to it. It's got elements of a Buffy/Spike romance, written before there was a real romance between the two of them. As far as spoilers, this was started after BtVS S5: "Into the Woods" and AtS S2: "Reunion". And since it's been such a long time since those aired, you might want to read a recap or review of those episodes to be in the frame of mind I was in when I started.although it isn't necessary. Most you Buffy fans out there can name the show and number and season of any line of dialogue I could quote you.lol.
The rating for this part is R and of course these characters and this world does not belong to me but rather to Joss Whedon, Fox, and all those other great peeps that gave us a good show.
If you are interested in putting this story on your website, email me and let me know! I never say no, but I like to know who is supporting my work. Thanks!
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*~*REALIZATION*~*
Buffy walked through town, on patrol. She decided a while ago that patrolling through the graveyard, while productive shouldn't be her only place to look. So she walked through town looking for the vampires that slipped out of the graveyard and into society.
After a while, Buffy's mind began to wander. She would try to focus on her surroundings but it became hard as the night went on. She was just about to call it quits when the building she was nearly passing spewed out a vampire.
She stopped short, jarred out of her thoughts of her warm bed. The vampire, on its back, having been thrown out of the building, looked up at her and his eyes widened with recognition. He scrambled up to his feet and ran. Buffy chased.
Moments later, after dusting the unfortunate vampire, Buffy was standing in front of that building again. Looked like a new demon bar. From the outside it looked like a whole in the wall. The windows were painted over with black paint so no light escaped. No sound came from it. It actually looked like an abandoned building at first glance. The only thing giving it away was a sign that hung from above that read "The Vein", and she would have walked right under it, not even looking.
Buffy grimaced. She needed to pay more attention to her surroundings.
With a determined set to her shoulders she decided to take a peek inside. She knew this probably wasn't going to be the smartest course of action a slayer could embark upon, but she had to see for herself.
Inside The Vein, Counting Crows came floating out of the jukebox while vampires played pool, danced, and drank. Buffy peeked in from the door and was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice.
"I don't care if you think I've had enough, mate. I'm telling you I want more, so pour me another bloody drink before I take my drink from you!"
Spike.
Buffy looked for him and saw him sitting at the bar, the frightened bartender pouring him another beer. Against her better judgment, Buffy entered the bar and headed for him. No one really paid her any mind.
"Spike."
Spike's eyes closed. He couldn't be that cursed. Spike had been drinking since sundown and he was in no mood to see the slayer. He craned his head around and looked at her before turning back to his beer.
"Not safe for you in 'ere."
"Not safe for me anywhere." She sat on the barstool beside him.
Spike sighed.
"No, of course not, this stool isn't taken, sit right down." His voice dripped with obvious sarcasm. The bartender gave looked at her and then paled. She looked around. Others were starting to notice her, but no one wanted to bring themselves to her notice, so everyone tried to ignore her.
"Don't mind if I do." She watched him gulp the rest of his beer. "You're going to need a life preserver by the time you get done here, Spike."
"Oh for fuck's sake, slayer, just leave me alone. A man can't even get a beer without being harassed anymore."
He seemed very annoyed and Buffy smiled a little. She felt like pushing his buttons today. But before she could, Spike continues.
"You know, ducks, if you worried less about what ole Spike was up to and more about your boyfriends, you wouldn't loose so many."
Buffy's smile faded and her eyes narrowed.
"I mean, sure dusting vampires is fun business when you get right down to the nitty gritty of it, but really, afterwards all you have to show for it is dust." Spike turned and looked at her, feeling the need to hurt her, to make her hurt like he hurt.
"Can't really blame solder boy, you know. He tried. He put up with your shit for as long as he could before finding comfort in the clutches of vampires. He slayed with you, he slayed for you, he tried to help and all you could do was push him away. Musta hurt when the people he found comfort in were the very ones you were trying to kill." He leered at her hatefully.
Buffy jumped off of her barstool and grabbed Spike by the throat.
"Ok, this ends now. You have been living on borrowed time, Spike, and I'm no longer the lending type." She shoved him towards the door, hard, and he went sprawling. Now they had everyone's attention. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was being dumb. If all the vampires decided to gang up on her, she wouldn't be able to fight them off alone. Thankfully no one was willing to lend a hand to Spike. He killed their kind after all.
Spike hopped up as soon as he hit the floor. Buffy shoved him again, knocking him out the door. She quickly advanced on him and picked him up throwing him in the ally beside the bar.
This time when Spike hit the ground he came up swinging. Even drunk he was graceful and accurate with most of his punches, but his speed was affected. Buffy was easily able to out maneuver and before he knew it Spike was on the ground and Buffy had a stake in her hand.
This time Spike didn't bounce back. He just lay there and hoped she kill him quickly. He gave up.
Buffy was standing over him, stake in hand, when she remembered their last fight in an ally. She remembered those words that she said to Spike. The words she said in order to hurt him. You're beneath me.
Spike lay there, thinking of the same night. His eyes already stung with the tears that he cried that night because of this chit. He hoped she slays him before she saw the tears. But he then realizes she is staring right at his face, at his tears. Knowing he must look like a fool on the ground, crying, he gets up, quickly and blinks away the tears as best as he can. Pride keeps him from wiping them away and drawing more attention to them.
"Just do it slayer. You've wanted to for a long time.
Buffy looked at him, confused. She'd never actually seen so much emotion from Spike before.
"Why do you want death?"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"I don't want death, slayer, I have death. What I want is release."
Slowly, Buffy lowered the stake, and finally put it away.
Spike looked at her for a moment and then nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Buffy watched him walk away a few steps and then she said in a small voice, "I'm sorry."
Spike stopped short. For a moment there he wondered if the alcohol was playing with his hearing. If he hadn't been a vampire capable of hearing so well he wouldn't have even heard the apology. Slowly he turned and looked at her, confusion on his face.
Buffy watched him turn toward her and she put her head down. She crossed her arms in front of her body and then looked up sharply at him.
"When I told you that you were beneath me, I didn't mean it. I was trying to hurt you and I know I did. That's why you came to my place later that night with a gun, huh? To kill me for hurting you. Well, for what its worth, I'm sorry."
Spike stared at her. He stared so long, she didn't know if he was going to react, and then he did. He started walking towards her at an alarming rate. When he was close, she wondered if she should get the stake back out again. Then he grabbed her and kissed her.
When Spike's lips touched her, Buffy felt a burning in her start to form. Against her minds wishes, her lips got softer and started to part for him and soon she felt the coolness of Spike's tongue in her mouth.
After a moment she pushed back. She started out gently and kept applying force until she was separated from him. He stared at her, panting. Her eyes were wider than normal, but otherwise, she looked in control of the situation.
"Lets just take this one step at a time."
Spike's heart would have flip-flopped had he still been alive.
*~*POLICE ARE NEVER AROUND WHEN YOU NEED THEM*~*
Kate sighed as she put away the last file. She looked up at the clock. Four am was too late to be staying up working on this, but Kate just felt like she needed to know. Regardless, she didn't think she was getting the answers she needed tonight, so away went the pictures of the dead lawyers.
She picked up her jacket and turned off her desk light, turning off other lights as she went. She waved at the desk cop at the front before leaving.
She walked with her mind on her thoughts, rounding the corner where her car was parked and stopped. She rolled her eyes and started to continue to her car when she saw Angel, but then she paused, looking again; looking closer.
Angel somehow looked darker, different. Sure he always wore black, but now he wasn't. Now he was in leather pants and a dark maroon shirt. Still with the long coat, but somehow he looked darker wearing color. Then his companions materialized behind him. She took a sharp breath and knew.
She looked at her car. It wasn't far, but she'd have to get closer to them first. She looked back at the station. It was her best bet.
Angelus smiled when she turned and ran. He knew she was going to be particularly fun to kill. He turned to Lindsey.
"Retrieve her for me."
Lindsey looked at Angelus and then darted out, chasing Kate. With his newfound speed, it wasn't hard to chase her down. Moments later she was struggling for everything she was worth as he brought her back to Angelus, deep in the ally next to the station.
"She's lost her way! Red-riding hood forgot to stay on the path. See what picking flowers does?" Drusilla smiled evilly at Kate.
Kate looked at her, and then the redhead, and then to Angelus. She tried to scream when Lindsey's hand was moved but Angelus' punch in the stomach knocked the wind out of her.
"Well, Detective. You've been trying to catch me doing something illegal for a long time. I just thought I'd give you the chance. How is.murder for you?" He grinned dangerously at her, his face close to hers.
She struggled to get away from Lindsey and then realized she was going about it the wrong way. She let her body go slack and Lindsey loosened his grip. Before he knew it, Kate had her elbow in his stomach and was free, but her freedom was short lived as Angelus grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, hard, making her see spots.
Angelus smiled as he reached for his belt buckle.
"Actually, now that I think about that, make it two crimes." His belt came undone and she watched as the pants quickly followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Continued.
It's called The Death of a Slayer, and there are fourteen parts to it. It's got elements of a Buffy/Spike romance, written before there was a real romance between the two of them. As far as spoilers, this was started after BtVS S5: "Into the Woods" and AtS S2: "Reunion". And since it's been such a long time since those aired, you might want to read a recap or review of those episodes to be in the frame of mind I was in when I started.although it isn't necessary. Most you Buffy fans out there can name the show and number and season of any line of dialogue I could quote you.lol.
The rating for this part is R and of course these characters and this world does not belong to me but rather to Joss Whedon, Fox, and all those other great peeps that gave us a good show.
If you are interested in putting this story on your website, email me and let me know! I never say no, but I like to know who is supporting my work. Thanks!
*~*~*
*~*REALIZATION*~*
Buffy walked through town, on patrol. She decided a while ago that patrolling through the graveyard, while productive shouldn't be her only place to look. So she walked through town looking for the vampires that slipped out of the graveyard and into society.
After a while, Buffy's mind began to wander. She would try to focus on her surroundings but it became hard as the night went on. She was just about to call it quits when the building she was nearly passing spewed out a vampire.
She stopped short, jarred out of her thoughts of her warm bed. The vampire, on its back, having been thrown out of the building, looked up at her and his eyes widened with recognition. He scrambled up to his feet and ran. Buffy chased.
Moments later, after dusting the unfortunate vampire, Buffy was standing in front of that building again. Looked like a new demon bar. From the outside it looked like a whole in the wall. The windows were painted over with black paint so no light escaped. No sound came from it. It actually looked like an abandoned building at first glance. The only thing giving it away was a sign that hung from above that read "The Vein", and she would have walked right under it, not even looking.
Buffy grimaced. She needed to pay more attention to her surroundings.
With a determined set to her shoulders she decided to take a peek inside. She knew this probably wasn't going to be the smartest course of action a slayer could embark upon, but she had to see for herself.
Inside The Vein, Counting Crows came floating out of the jukebox while vampires played pool, danced, and drank. Buffy peeked in from the door and was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice.
"I don't care if you think I've had enough, mate. I'm telling you I want more, so pour me another bloody drink before I take my drink from you!"
Spike.
Buffy looked for him and saw him sitting at the bar, the frightened bartender pouring him another beer. Against her better judgment, Buffy entered the bar and headed for him. No one really paid her any mind.
"Spike."
Spike's eyes closed. He couldn't be that cursed. Spike had been drinking since sundown and he was in no mood to see the slayer. He craned his head around and looked at her before turning back to his beer.
"Not safe for you in 'ere."
"Not safe for me anywhere." She sat on the barstool beside him.
Spike sighed.
"No, of course not, this stool isn't taken, sit right down." His voice dripped with obvious sarcasm. The bartender gave looked at her and then paled. She looked around. Others were starting to notice her, but no one wanted to bring themselves to her notice, so everyone tried to ignore her.
"Don't mind if I do." She watched him gulp the rest of his beer. "You're going to need a life preserver by the time you get done here, Spike."
"Oh for fuck's sake, slayer, just leave me alone. A man can't even get a beer without being harassed anymore."
He seemed very annoyed and Buffy smiled a little. She felt like pushing his buttons today. But before she could, Spike continues.
"You know, ducks, if you worried less about what ole Spike was up to and more about your boyfriends, you wouldn't loose so many."
Buffy's smile faded and her eyes narrowed.
"I mean, sure dusting vampires is fun business when you get right down to the nitty gritty of it, but really, afterwards all you have to show for it is dust." Spike turned and looked at her, feeling the need to hurt her, to make her hurt like he hurt.
"Can't really blame solder boy, you know. He tried. He put up with your shit for as long as he could before finding comfort in the clutches of vampires. He slayed with you, he slayed for you, he tried to help and all you could do was push him away. Musta hurt when the people he found comfort in were the very ones you were trying to kill." He leered at her hatefully.
Buffy jumped off of her barstool and grabbed Spike by the throat.
"Ok, this ends now. You have been living on borrowed time, Spike, and I'm no longer the lending type." She shoved him towards the door, hard, and he went sprawling. Now they had everyone's attention. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was being dumb. If all the vampires decided to gang up on her, she wouldn't be able to fight them off alone. Thankfully no one was willing to lend a hand to Spike. He killed their kind after all.
Spike hopped up as soon as he hit the floor. Buffy shoved him again, knocking him out the door. She quickly advanced on him and picked him up throwing him in the ally beside the bar.
This time when Spike hit the ground he came up swinging. Even drunk he was graceful and accurate with most of his punches, but his speed was affected. Buffy was easily able to out maneuver and before he knew it Spike was on the ground and Buffy had a stake in her hand.
This time Spike didn't bounce back. He just lay there and hoped she kill him quickly. He gave up.
Buffy was standing over him, stake in hand, when she remembered their last fight in an ally. She remembered those words that she said to Spike. The words she said in order to hurt him. You're beneath me.
Spike lay there, thinking of the same night. His eyes already stung with the tears that he cried that night because of this chit. He hoped she slays him before she saw the tears. But he then realizes she is staring right at his face, at his tears. Knowing he must look like a fool on the ground, crying, he gets up, quickly and blinks away the tears as best as he can. Pride keeps him from wiping them away and drawing more attention to them.
"Just do it slayer. You've wanted to for a long time.
Buffy looked at him, confused. She'd never actually seen so much emotion from Spike before.
"Why do you want death?"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"I don't want death, slayer, I have death. What I want is release."
Slowly, Buffy lowered the stake, and finally put it away.
Spike looked at her for a moment and then nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Buffy watched him walk away a few steps and then she said in a small voice, "I'm sorry."
Spike stopped short. For a moment there he wondered if the alcohol was playing with his hearing. If he hadn't been a vampire capable of hearing so well he wouldn't have even heard the apology. Slowly he turned and looked at her, confusion on his face.
Buffy watched him turn toward her and she put her head down. She crossed her arms in front of her body and then looked up sharply at him.
"When I told you that you were beneath me, I didn't mean it. I was trying to hurt you and I know I did. That's why you came to my place later that night with a gun, huh? To kill me for hurting you. Well, for what its worth, I'm sorry."
Spike stared at her. He stared so long, she didn't know if he was going to react, and then he did. He started walking towards her at an alarming rate. When he was close, she wondered if she should get the stake back out again. Then he grabbed her and kissed her.
When Spike's lips touched her, Buffy felt a burning in her start to form. Against her minds wishes, her lips got softer and started to part for him and soon she felt the coolness of Spike's tongue in her mouth.
After a moment she pushed back. She started out gently and kept applying force until she was separated from him. He stared at her, panting. Her eyes were wider than normal, but otherwise, she looked in control of the situation.
"Lets just take this one step at a time."
Spike's heart would have flip-flopped had he still been alive.
*~*POLICE ARE NEVER AROUND WHEN YOU NEED THEM*~*
Kate sighed as she put away the last file. She looked up at the clock. Four am was too late to be staying up working on this, but Kate just felt like she needed to know. Regardless, she didn't think she was getting the answers she needed tonight, so away went the pictures of the dead lawyers.
She picked up her jacket and turned off her desk light, turning off other lights as she went. She waved at the desk cop at the front before leaving.
She walked with her mind on her thoughts, rounding the corner where her car was parked and stopped. She rolled her eyes and started to continue to her car when she saw Angel, but then she paused, looking again; looking closer.
Angel somehow looked darker, different. Sure he always wore black, but now he wasn't. Now he was in leather pants and a dark maroon shirt. Still with the long coat, but somehow he looked darker wearing color. Then his companions materialized behind him. She took a sharp breath and knew.
She looked at her car. It wasn't far, but she'd have to get closer to them first. She looked back at the station. It was her best bet.
Angelus smiled when she turned and ran. He knew she was going to be particularly fun to kill. He turned to Lindsey.
"Retrieve her for me."
Lindsey looked at Angelus and then darted out, chasing Kate. With his newfound speed, it wasn't hard to chase her down. Moments later she was struggling for everything she was worth as he brought her back to Angelus, deep in the ally next to the station.
"She's lost her way! Red-riding hood forgot to stay on the path. See what picking flowers does?" Drusilla smiled evilly at Kate.
Kate looked at her, and then the redhead, and then to Angelus. She tried to scream when Lindsey's hand was moved but Angelus' punch in the stomach knocked the wind out of her.
"Well, Detective. You've been trying to catch me doing something illegal for a long time. I just thought I'd give you the chance. How is.murder for you?" He grinned dangerously at her, his face close to hers.
She struggled to get away from Lindsey and then realized she was going about it the wrong way. She let her body go slack and Lindsey loosened his grip. Before he knew it, Kate had her elbow in his stomach and was free, but her freedom was short lived as Angelus grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, hard, making her see spots.
Angelus smiled as he reached for his belt buckle.
"Actually, now that I think about that, make it two crimes." His belt came undone and she watched as the pants quickly followed.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Continued.