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 (violence and foul mouth) 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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*~*PUBLICALLY LOVES BITCH*~*
Willow stared at her friend in horror.
"I knew it!"
"Willow.I wanted you to be the first to know, because you're my best friend."
Willow continued to stare, not knowing what to say.
"Willow. Just be happy for me, ok? I finally think I found someone who could make me happy."
"Spike??" Willow nearly screeched his name, making Buffy wince.
"You're going to sit there and tell me that Spike, the guy who has tried to kill us all at one time or another is who you were destined to be with?"
Buffy sighed.
"Will, he's changed, like a lot. I know you've noticed."
"Well yeah, changed in the sense that he doesn't kill people anymore and he's helping the slayer, but that doesn't change anything!"
Buffy smiled.
Willow frowned at what she just said.
"Well, you know what I mean."
"Yes. You are worried about me, and you can just stop. I'm fine. I'm happy."
Willow looked at her. She actually did look happy. Willow grimaced and then nodded. She looked to the door when there was a knock. She got up to answer it. It was Spike.
Willow looked at him for a moment in silence and then pushed him back, closing the door so that they were both in the hallway.
"Just so we understand each other. If you hurt her I will conjure a spell so painful you will want to bathe in holy water to wash away the pain."
Spike's eyes widened a bit and a small smile etched his lips into a grin.
"Understood, pet."
Willow gave a short nod and opened the door to her dorm, an amused Buffy waiting for them. Spike started to walk in and hit the barrier. He glared at Willow who glared back at him. She looked at Buffy and then sighed loudly.
"Oh fine. But just so you know, I'm putting it back on when you leave."
Spike nearly laughed at her.
"Oh come on in."
Spike smiled, loving how much he was actually bothering the little redhead.
"Thank you for your generosity." He smiled a wolfish smile to Willow before wrapping his arms around Buffy and kissing her deeply. He felt happy, for the first time in a long time.
*~*TORTURED SOUL*~*
Wesley winced as his head was jarred from the punch. His whole body ached from head to toe, but he didn't really care.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of the discarded body of Cordelia.
His mind again played over the events of that night. They had come to Angel with the news of Gunn's death and Faith's breakout. Wesley was certain she had killed his friend. He was hoping Angel would help them. He figured that after Angel heard of the death of a friend of his, he'd snap out of this mood he seemed to be in and fight back against the person or people behind it. He couldn't believe he was so stupid, and so wrong.
It was after being ambushed at the hotel that Wesley learned of Kate's rape and death. They tied him up to a chair, eerily in the same manner that Faith had him tied and stuck a gag in his mouth, taunting and hurting him. For the most part he kept a stiff upper lip, and kept his head up proudly. He wouldn't let them see him break, he vowed to himself. Then Angelus entered with Cordelia.
Wesley had fought with everything he had as Angelus raped her. His wrists were bloody from the rope burning into his skin. His ears still echoed with her muffled screams for help. His mind's eye replayed the way Angelus snapped her neck when he was done satisfying himself with her.
Nothing they did to him since had been as bad as watching that. Deep down he had hoped Angel wouldn't be able to do it, but now he knew.there was only Angelus.
Wesley felt a searing pain in his arm and he knew one of the vampires was biting him. He didn't bother to look to see which one. He only stared at Cordelia as tears streamed down his face.
"Untie him."
Wesley could feel himself being jostled around and his wrists finally stung when the rope was pulled from them. He was stood on his feet. Finally his eyes strayed from Cordelia to look at Angelus. He watched the way his eyes danced dangerously. His eyes fixed on the smirking smile on his lips. Wesley couldn't help himself. He exploded.
After having been tied up all that time, Wesley's muscles were less than ready for the outburst of energy, but his rage compensated for that as he hurled himself at Angelus, his fists flying. At first Wesley thought he was making progress as he say blood flying after each punch, but then he heard Angelus' maniacal laugh and he pulled back long enough to see the blood was from his own busted knuckles. When he stopped punching Angelus clotted him, hard, making him fall.
Angelus' boot kicked him hard in the side and Wesley heard and felt a few of his ribs crack.
"I promised Faith I'd finish what she started. I just wanted to let you know, that after I kill you, there is no one left here for me to torture. My next stop is Sunnydale where Buffy and her gang will all feel what I've found here in LA. Myself."
Wesley struggled to get up. If he could only escape he could call Buffy and make her listen to him, tell her what's happened. Wesley felt Angelus' boot again and he cried out sharply as a wave of pain nearly made him vomit. He spit blood up on the floor.
Angelus smiled and reached down and picked up Wesley by the throat.
Wesley cried out loudly as his whole body screamed its protest. Angelus squeezed the air from his throat and Wesley's last sight was Angelus' smile. His last thought of the broken girl behind him.
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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 (violence and foul mouth) 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!
*~*~*
*~*PUBLICALLY LOVES BITCH*~*
Willow stared at her friend in horror.
"I knew it!"
"Willow.I wanted you to be the first to know, because you're my best friend."
Willow continued to stare, not knowing what to say.
"Willow. Just be happy for me, ok? I finally think I found someone who could make me happy."
"Spike??" Willow nearly screeched his name, making Buffy wince.
"You're going to sit there and tell me that Spike, the guy who has tried to kill us all at one time or another is who you were destined to be with?"
Buffy sighed.
"Will, he's changed, like a lot. I know you've noticed."
"Well yeah, changed in the sense that he doesn't kill people anymore and he's helping the slayer, but that doesn't change anything!"
Buffy smiled.
Willow frowned at what she just said.
"Well, you know what I mean."
"Yes. You are worried about me, and you can just stop. I'm fine. I'm happy."
Willow looked at her. She actually did look happy. Willow grimaced and then nodded. She looked to the door when there was a knock. She got up to answer it. It was Spike.
Willow looked at him for a moment in silence and then pushed him back, closing the door so that they were both in the hallway.
"Just so we understand each other. If you hurt her I will conjure a spell so painful you will want to bathe in holy water to wash away the pain."
Spike's eyes widened a bit and a small smile etched his lips into a grin.
"Understood, pet."
Willow gave a short nod and opened the door to her dorm, an amused Buffy waiting for them. Spike started to walk in and hit the barrier. He glared at Willow who glared back at him. She looked at Buffy and then sighed loudly.
"Oh fine. But just so you know, I'm putting it back on when you leave."
Spike nearly laughed at her.
"Oh come on in."
Spike smiled, loving how much he was actually bothering the little redhead.
"Thank you for your generosity." He smiled a wolfish smile to Willow before wrapping his arms around Buffy and kissing her deeply. He felt happy, for the first time in a long time.
*~*TORTURED SOUL*~*
Wesley winced as his head was jarred from the punch. His whole body ached from head to toe, but he didn't really care.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of the discarded body of Cordelia.
His mind again played over the events of that night. They had come to Angel with the news of Gunn's death and Faith's breakout. Wesley was certain she had killed his friend. He was hoping Angel would help them. He figured that after Angel heard of the death of a friend of his, he'd snap out of this mood he seemed to be in and fight back against the person or people behind it. He couldn't believe he was so stupid, and so wrong.
It was after being ambushed at the hotel that Wesley learned of Kate's rape and death. They tied him up to a chair, eerily in the same manner that Faith had him tied and stuck a gag in his mouth, taunting and hurting him. For the most part he kept a stiff upper lip, and kept his head up proudly. He wouldn't let them see him break, he vowed to himself. Then Angelus entered with Cordelia.
Wesley had fought with everything he had as Angelus raped her. His wrists were bloody from the rope burning into his skin. His ears still echoed with her muffled screams for help. His mind's eye replayed the way Angelus snapped her neck when he was done satisfying himself with her.
Nothing they did to him since had been as bad as watching that. Deep down he had hoped Angel wouldn't be able to do it, but now he knew.there was only Angelus.
Wesley felt a searing pain in his arm and he knew one of the vampires was biting him. He didn't bother to look to see which one. He only stared at Cordelia as tears streamed down his face.
"Untie him."
Wesley could feel himself being jostled around and his wrists finally stung when the rope was pulled from them. He was stood on his feet. Finally his eyes strayed from Cordelia to look at Angelus. He watched the way his eyes danced dangerously. His eyes fixed on the smirking smile on his lips. Wesley couldn't help himself. He exploded.
After having been tied up all that time, Wesley's muscles were less than ready for the outburst of energy, but his rage compensated for that as he hurled himself at Angelus, his fists flying. At first Wesley thought he was making progress as he say blood flying after each punch, but then he heard Angelus' maniacal laugh and he pulled back long enough to see the blood was from his own busted knuckles. When he stopped punching Angelus clotted him, hard, making him fall.
Angelus' boot kicked him hard in the side and Wesley heard and felt a few of his ribs crack.
"I promised Faith I'd finish what she started. I just wanted to let you know, that after I kill you, there is no one left here for me to torture. My next stop is Sunnydale where Buffy and her gang will all feel what I've found here in LA. Myself."
Wesley struggled to get up. If he could only escape he could call Buffy and make her listen to him, tell her what's happened. Wesley felt Angelus' boot again and he cried out sharply as a wave of pain nearly made him vomit. He spit blood up on the floor.
Angelus smiled and reached down and picked up Wesley by the throat.
Wesley cried out loudly as his whole body screamed its protest. Angelus squeezed the air from his throat and Wesley's last sight was Angelus' smile. His last thought of the broken girl behind him.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Continued.