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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**Internal thoughts indicated by ~ ~
*~*FATAL MISTAKES*~*
Joyce rushed into the house and shot up the stairs. She knew she shouldn't be here. Fear kept her feet moving quickly.
She went into her room and started her frantic search.
She was half way to her ex-husband's house when she remembered her medication the doctors told her to keep with her. She knew they were in her room, but she wasn't sure where. She was in such a hurry to pack and leave; she didn't know what she had done with them.
So she took Dawn to her father's and then headed back to Sunnydale. She knew she shouldn't but she also knew that the vampires couldn't get into the house. If worse came to worse she could stay until daylight.
"Shoot!" Not finding her pills in the bedroom, Joyce moved into the bathroom, turning on all the lights as she went from room to room.
Outside the house, Angelus, walking alone, spotted lights on at the Summers' residence. He had thought they would have vacated by now. He had thought he wasn't going to get the chance to kill Buffy's sister and mother. He smiled; glad to know that he was wrong.
"Ah-ha!" Finally, she found them, hidden in one of her jackets. She sighed in relief. She did a mental inventory of what she had and what she still might need, while she was there. She figured she could take more with her if she needed it.
Joyce moved around the house, light came on and off as she passed through rooms. A vampire lay in wait patiently, a nasty smile curling his lips.
Joyce looked out the window of her living room and then chided herself. No one knew she was here. She could just make a run for her car and then leave. Just like Buffy begged her to do. Her heart wrenched at the thought of Buffy, and what this was doing to her. At least she got Dawn to safety.
Joyce left the house and turned to lock the deadbolt on the door. She checked her pocket for her pills and smiled turning right into Angelus. She opened her mouth to scream but the cold hand on her throat strangled her scream into a nearly inaudible cry. A feeling of dread passed over her as she realized her fatal mistake.
Angelus smiled as he quickly and quietly led her around to the back of the house by her neck, wanting to get out of the sight from the street. With all the lights out, it wasn't hard. He could feel the fear rolling off of Joyce and it gave him a rush.
Once in the backyard, Angelus found security in the darkened porch. He leered at Joyce.
"This is quite a treat. I thought for sure Buffy would have seen you were well out of my grasp. Oh, but I am pleased to be wrong." He tightened his grip on her neck making tears come to her eyes with the pain.
Joyce tried to talk but with his hand around her throat so tight, she couldn't make sound come out. Angelus loosened his grip, curious as to what she had to say.
"I hope she doesn't just stake you. I hope she makes you suffer first." Joyce spat into his face with all the courage she could muster. Angelus just laughed softly.
"Oh but she already has made me suffer. She made me suffer when she paraded me around like some freak. Her vampire boyfriend with a soul. How quaint." His look turned deadly serious and his voice was harsh but quiet as he continued. "She should have put me out of my souled misery when she had the chance. I bet she is wishing she had. Even when she knew what I could become, what I could do, she let me live. She let me suffer. She let me remain the freak. But finally I get my retribution."
With that Angelus backhanded Joyce sharply across the face. The only thing keeping her standing was his hand on her throat. She cried out a little and the force split her lip against her teeth. Blood ran down her chin. Angelus leaned forward and slowly licked the blood off her face and enclosed his mouth around the cut, suckling it. Joyce whimpered in pain. After a moment Angelus straightened up, smiling.
"See, with the others, she knew it was coming. She had some indication. Not now. She doesn't even know you're here. I could take all night with your torture if I wanted to. Fortunately for you, I haven't enough time in the night and if I take you someplace secluded she won't find your body as quickly as I'd like. So you'll get the shortened version." Angelus licked his lips.
Tears streamed down Joyce's face as she silently begged Buffy's forgiveness for her stupidity.
Angelus looked over the woman he had in his grip. For her age, Joyce really was put together quite well. He saw where Buffy got her good looks. He smiled cruelly.
"You know the saying: "Like mother like daughter?" I wonder how much of that is true. Buffy was quite the little fuck. I bet with your experience you know how to please a man even better." Joyce's eyes widened and she struggled, which only earned her another slap from Angelus.
Joyce's face felt like it was going to explode. She could already feel bruises forming on her throat, but she didn't think that she was going to be left alive long enough to have it matter. She openly cried, even as she tried not to. She didn't want to give this bastard the satisfaction he sought in her pain, but all she could think about was her failure to her daughter.
When Angelus' hand shot out to her body she struggled again. This time he didn't slap her, only ran his hand over her, seemingly searching for something. With a smile he extracted her cell phone. Angelus looked down at it and after pressing a few buttons he located her saved numbers and sorted through them until he came upon the one he wanted and pressed send. The phone rang. He tightened his grip on her throat so she couldn't say anything.
"Hello?" Giles answered.
"Rupert, how nice."
There was silence.
Angelus waited patiently.
"What do you want?"
"Well, really the question is what do you want? See I have what I want." He loosened his grip on Joyce's throat and put the phone in front of her. She bit her lip to keep silent until he vamped. Joyce let out a yelp and her mind stopped working. All she could think was "get help."
"Rupert." she was cut off again.
On the other end, Giles felt his blood run cold. The bastard had Buffy's mom.
"You bloody bastard. I'll have you strung by your testicles and leave you for the sun to turn you to a flaming pile of nothing!" He yelled into the phone. His reply was Angelus' laugh.
"Joyce and I were just discussing what a good little fuck Buffy was. I thought that maybe I'd try out her mother too, just to see how they compare. You're welcome to join us at her home, if you want. If not, I'll pass on your best regards." He chuckled as he hung up and threw the phone away.
Joyce trembled all over. She knew that Giles would come for her, but she didn't know if he'd come alone or get help. She preyed he would bring Buffy. She had faith that her daughter could kill this bastard.
Angelus' hand reached out to her body again, this time for her and not to search for anything. Joyce closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him.
"Open your eyes, Joyce." His voice came from right by her ear and his hand gripped between her legs. Her eyes flew open involuntarily. "I want you to see your fate."
Angelus pushed her down and started to rip at her clothing. He took his time, heightening his own arousal and her fear. Joyce's feeble attempts to stop him only egged him on further. He laughed at her pitiful attempts at escape.
A car door slamming caught his attention.
"The fool came alone. I had hoped he would."
Angelus stood up and dragged her up against him, putting her back against his body his hand still around her throat, her clothes barely hanging off of her body.
After a few moments Giles appeared around the corner of the house and stopped short when he saw them.
"My Lord." He held a cross in one hand, a stake in the other.
Angelus chuckled.
"Well, it's about time somebody thought so." His free hand traveled down the length of Joyce who whimpered at his touch. "Rupert, you fool. You've given me a great gift."
Giles swallowed involuntarily as he raised the stake and the cross, ready to fight for their lives. Knowing he wouldn't survive. He had tried to call Buffy. He only wished he had reached her. When his first few attempts didn't locate her, he left. He didn't want to wait so long that he arrived only to find Joyce dead. Now, understood his fatal mistake.
*~*CHANGING*~*
He watched her silently as she stared out a window. It had been only a month since they had heard about the Los Angeles killings, and the murders began here in Sunnydale. A month was not long enough to cope with it all. He wasn't sure if she ever would cope with it all.
They were all gone now. Only her sister remained. Buffy made it very plain that she was to stay in LA. But her sister wasn't enough. All her friends, people she had thought of as family for many years. Gone.
Spike really thought she was going to lose all sense of reality when they found her mother and Giles. They were stiff with the settings of death when found in the Summers' house, positioned in a lewd, mocking sexual position. It was obvious to him that Angelus had set them that way. He took in every detail as he held a crying Buffy to his chest. He wanted to know what happened. As best as he could see from the cuts and bruises on the two of them, Angelus had a time with them both before first killing them and then placing them in an everlasting lover's lock. The coroner confirmed Spike's suspicions of rape, to them both, brutal beatings, and finally they were bled to death. Drained.
For a while she clung to Anya, the only survivor of Angelus' brutality, besides herself. But Anya couldn't take it. Her whole life was wrapped up in both Xander and Giles, and with them both gone; she wanted a release of her own. Spike didn't know if he blamed her. When Buffy found Anya after her obvious suicide, she grew silent. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone since. That was nearly a week ago.
Even when she slayed, she was much different. She killed every vampire and demon in her path, except him. And the way she looked at him sometimes, he wondered if he wouldn't soon be at the end of her stake. When she killed, she had a coldness to her now that she had never touched. She had a determination that was so heavy it extinguished the fire in her.
Spike didn't know what to do for her. She spent every night, all night, searching and slaying, hoping to come across Angelus and his group. Her whole life was now the search for Angelus. She didn't seem to care about much else. But Spike knew if Angelus didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be. He knew what Angelus was doing. He was letting Buffy suffer, making her weak from the inside.
He remembered when Angelus appeared after what he later learned was Buffy's first sexual experience with him.
He was the one who told Spike that this slayer couldn't be killed by brute force alone. This one had to be destroyed from the inside out. It was his plan then to litter Buffy's life with the dead bodies of her friends. Spike knew how persistent Angelus could be.
He looked at Buffy again. She hadn't changed her position for hours now. He shifted, but continued to watch her, wondering if his movement would draw her attention. It didn't. He knew that she was suffering, but she was also shutting herself off to the world. That was dangerous for a slayer. It would lead to her death, just as Spike once told her when she wanted to know how he was able to kill two slayers.
He knew she needed comfort, but he couldn't give it to her. She wouldn't let him. She shut him out as well. Her seat in front of the window with the drapes partially drawn to keep him away was a testament to the lengths she was now going to in order to be alone.
She was changing. He loved her, he knew there was no one else like her and his Buffy thrilled him. But this wasn't his Buffy. She hadn't been his Buffy for a long time now, it seemed. She was becoming someone he didn't know. Someone he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Suddenly another thought invaded his mind.
~Angelus jumped down in front of Spike, who sat in his wheelchair. "To kill her, you have to love her."~
Spike loved her.
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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 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!
*~*~*
**Internal thoughts indicated by ~ ~
*~*FATAL MISTAKES*~*
Joyce rushed into the house and shot up the stairs. She knew she shouldn't be here. Fear kept her feet moving quickly.
She went into her room and started her frantic search.
She was half way to her ex-husband's house when she remembered her medication the doctors told her to keep with her. She knew they were in her room, but she wasn't sure where. She was in such a hurry to pack and leave; she didn't know what she had done with them.
So she took Dawn to her father's and then headed back to Sunnydale. She knew she shouldn't but she also knew that the vampires couldn't get into the house. If worse came to worse she could stay until daylight.
"Shoot!" Not finding her pills in the bedroom, Joyce moved into the bathroom, turning on all the lights as she went from room to room.
Outside the house, Angelus, walking alone, spotted lights on at the Summers' residence. He had thought they would have vacated by now. He had thought he wasn't going to get the chance to kill Buffy's sister and mother. He smiled; glad to know that he was wrong.
"Ah-ha!" Finally, she found them, hidden in one of her jackets. She sighed in relief. She did a mental inventory of what she had and what she still might need, while she was there. She figured she could take more with her if she needed it.
Joyce moved around the house, light came on and off as she passed through rooms. A vampire lay in wait patiently, a nasty smile curling his lips.
Joyce looked out the window of her living room and then chided herself. No one knew she was here. She could just make a run for her car and then leave. Just like Buffy begged her to do. Her heart wrenched at the thought of Buffy, and what this was doing to her. At least she got Dawn to safety.
Joyce left the house and turned to lock the deadbolt on the door. She checked her pocket for her pills and smiled turning right into Angelus. She opened her mouth to scream but the cold hand on her throat strangled her scream into a nearly inaudible cry. A feeling of dread passed over her as she realized her fatal mistake.
Angelus smiled as he quickly and quietly led her around to the back of the house by her neck, wanting to get out of the sight from the street. With all the lights out, it wasn't hard. He could feel the fear rolling off of Joyce and it gave him a rush.
Once in the backyard, Angelus found security in the darkened porch. He leered at Joyce.
"This is quite a treat. I thought for sure Buffy would have seen you were well out of my grasp. Oh, but I am pleased to be wrong." He tightened his grip on her neck making tears come to her eyes with the pain.
Joyce tried to talk but with his hand around her throat so tight, she couldn't make sound come out. Angelus loosened his grip, curious as to what she had to say.
"I hope she doesn't just stake you. I hope she makes you suffer first." Joyce spat into his face with all the courage she could muster. Angelus just laughed softly.
"Oh but she already has made me suffer. She made me suffer when she paraded me around like some freak. Her vampire boyfriend with a soul. How quaint." His look turned deadly serious and his voice was harsh but quiet as he continued. "She should have put me out of my souled misery when she had the chance. I bet she is wishing she had. Even when she knew what I could become, what I could do, she let me live. She let me suffer. She let me remain the freak. But finally I get my retribution."
With that Angelus backhanded Joyce sharply across the face. The only thing keeping her standing was his hand on her throat. She cried out a little and the force split her lip against her teeth. Blood ran down her chin. Angelus leaned forward and slowly licked the blood off her face and enclosed his mouth around the cut, suckling it. Joyce whimpered in pain. After a moment Angelus straightened up, smiling.
"See, with the others, she knew it was coming. She had some indication. Not now. She doesn't even know you're here. I could take all night with your torture if I wanted to. Fortunately for you, I haven't enough time in the night and if I take you someplace secluded she won't find your body as quickly as I'd like. So you'll get the shortened version." Angelus licked his lips.
Tears streamed down Joyce's face as she silently begged Buffy's forgiveness for her stupidity.
Angelus looked over the woman he had in his grip. For her age, Joyce really was put together quite well. He saw where Buffy got her good looks. He smiled cruelly.
"You know the saying: "Like mother like daughter?" I wonder how much of that is true. Buffy was quite the little fuck. I bet with your experience you know how to please a man even better." Joyce's eyes widened and she struggled, which only earned her another slap from Angelus.
Joyce's face felt like it was going to explode. She could already feel bruises forming on her throat, but she didn't think that she was going to be left alive long enough to have it matter. She openly cried, even as she tried not to. She didn't want to give this bastard the satisfaction he sought in her pain, but all she could think about was her failure to her daughter.
When Angelus' hand shot out to her body she struggled again. This time he didn't slap her, only ran his hand over her, seemingly searching for something. With a smile he extracted her cell phone. Angelus looked down at it and after pressing a few buttons he located her saved numbers and sorted through them until he came upon the one he wanted and pressed send. The phone rang. He tightened his grip on her throat so she couldn't say anything.
"Hello?" Giles answered.
"Rupert, how nice."
There was silence.
Angelus waited patiently.
"What do you want?"
"Well, really the question is what do you want? See I have what I want." He loosened his grip on Joyce's throat and put the phone in front of her. She bit her lip to keep silent until he vamped. Joyce let out a yelp and her mind stopped working. All she could think was "get help."
"Rupert." she was cut off again.
On the other end, Giles felt his blood run cold. The bastard had Buffy's mom.
"You bloody bastard. I'll have you strung by your testicles and leave you for the sun to turn you to a flaming pile of nothing!" He yelled into the phone. His reply was Angelus' laugh.
"Joyce and I were just discussing what a good little fuck Buffy was. I thought that maybe I'd try out her mother too, just to see how they compare. You're welcome to join us at her home, if you want. If not, I'll pass on your best regards." He chuckled as he hung up and threw the phone away.
Joyce trembled all over. She knew that Giles would come for her, but she didn't know if he'd come alone or get help. She preyed he would bring Buffy. She had faith that her daughter could kill this bastard.
Angelus' hand reached out to her body again, this time for her and not to search for anything. Joyce closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him.
"Open your eyes, Joyce." His voice came from right by her ear and his hand gripped between her legs. Her eyes flew open involuntarily. "I want you to see your fate."
Angelus pushed her down and started to rip at her clothing. He took his time, heightening his own arousal and her fear. Joyce's feeble attempts to stop him only egged him on further. He laughed at her pitiful attempts at escape.
A car door slamming caught his attention.
"The fool came alone. I had hoped he would."
Angelus stood up and dragged her up against him, putting her back against his body his hand still around her throat, her clothes barely hanging off of her body.
After a few moments Giles appeared around the corner of the house and stopped short when he saw them.
"My Lord." He held a cross in one hand, a stake in the other.
Angelus chuckled.
"Well, it's about time somebody thought so." His free hand traveled down the length of Joyce who whimpered at his touch. "Rupert, you fool. You've given me a great gift."
Giles swallowed involuntarily as he raised the stake and the cross, ready to fight for their lives. Knowing he wouldn't survive. He had tried to call Buffy. He only wished he had reached her. When his first few attempts didn't locate her, he left. He didn't want to wait so long that he arrived only to find Joyce dead. Now, understood his fatal mistake.
*~*CHANGING*~*
He watched her silently as she stared out a window. It had been only a month since they had heard about the Los Angeles killings, and the murders began here in Sunnydale. A month was not long enough to cope with it all. He wasn't sure if she ever would cope with it all.
They were all gone now. Only her sister remained. Buffy made it very plain that she was to stay in LA. But her sister wasn't enough. All her friends, people she had thought of as family for many years. Gone.
Spike really thought she was going to lose all sense of reality when they found her mother and Giles. They were stiff with the settings of death when found in the Summers' house, positioned in a lewd, mocking sexual position. It was obvious to him that Angelus had set them that way. He took in every detail as he held a crying Buffy to his chest. He wanted to know what happened. As best as he could see from the cuts and bruises on the two of them, Angelus had a time with them both before first killing them and then placing them in an everlasting lover's lock. The coroner confirmed Spike's suspicions of rape, to them both, brutal beatings, and finally they were bled to death. Drained.
For a while she clung to Anya, the only survivor of Angelus' brutality, besides herself. But Anya couldn't take it. Her whole life was wrapped up in both Xander and Giles, and with them both gone; she wanted a release of her own. Spike didn't know if he blamed her. When Buffy found Anya after her obvious suicide, she grew silent. She hadn't spoken a word to anyone since. That was nearly a week ago.
Even when she slayed, she was much different. She killed every vampire and demon in her path, except him. And the way she looked at him sometimes, he wondered if he wouldn't soon be at the end of her stake. When she killed, she had a coldness to her now that she had never touched. She had a determination that was so heavy it extinguished the fire in her.
Spike didn't know what to do for her. She spent every night, all night, searching and slaying, hoping to come across Angelus and his group. Her whole life was now the search for Angelus. She didn't seem to care about much else. But Spike knew if Angelus didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be. He knew what Angelus was doing. He was letting Buffy suffer, making her weak from the inside.
He remembered when Angelus appeared after what he later learned was Buffy's first sexual experience with him.
He was the one who told Spike that this slayer couldn't be killed by brute force alone. This one had to be destroyed from the inside out. It was his plan then to litter Buffy's life with the dead bodies of her friends. Spike knew how persistent Angelus could be.
He looked at Buffy again. She hadn't changed her position for hours now. He shifted, but continued to watch her, wondering if his movement would draw her attention. It didn't. He knew that she was suffering, but she was also shutting herself off to the world. That was dangerous for a slayer. It would lead to her death, just as Spike once told her when she wanted to know how he was able to kill two slayers.
He knew she needed comfort, but he couldn't give it to her. She wouldn't let him. She shut him out as well. Her seat in front of the window with the drapes partially drawn to keep him away was a testament to the lengths she was now going to in order to be alone.
She was changing. He loved her, he knew there was no one else like her and his Buffy thrilled him. But this wasn't his Buffy. She hadn't been his Buffy for a long time now, it seemed. She was becoming someone he didn't know. Someone he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Suddenly another thought invaded his mind.
~Angelus jumped down in front of Spike, who sat in his wheelchair. "To kill her, you have to love her."~
Spike loved her.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Continued.