Title: Blame
Author: Chyna_Whyte
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this out. Family troubles.
We're the happy, yet dysfunctional family. Anyway, it seems some
spirit from the ether didn't want me to send this tonight. First my
light bulb went out in my room and then my lights went out
completely. Go figure. I hope you like this part.
Daniel, other wise known as Danny, nervously spied his surroundings.
He was in a crypt. Spike's Crypt. The very Spike who's Sire was
Angelus. He was a little worried. He had gone out and gotten a
shaman just like he had ordered. Now he was nowhere to be found.
"Where is this leech?" The Shaman's booming voice made Danny turn in
shocked.
"He will be here any minute. I promise."
"Take the word of a vampire? Never. That's is the reason-"
"Why you're still alive." spike sauntered into the crypt a lit
cigarette dangling from his lips. "You're here because Angel saved
your ass and you owed him one."
"You are right, vampire. So where is he? I grow weary of you
already."
"Well, things have changed. The Angelus that saved you was with the
soul-having bit. Now he's not. We want to fix that."
Danny's mouth dropped open to protest, but Spike silenced him with a
glare.
The Sage looked between the two vamps, "What do you need me for?"
"We need you to put his soul back."
***
"Destroys?" Willow took a step back. "So what's the point in having
it? Why is it here?"
"Well-"Giles started.
Anya cut him off, "The point is Willow, that this type of magic I
dark but extremely useful. One powerful enough to use it can become
in touch with their dark side enough and be able to come out of it."
"Powerful? So," She joked, "Why am I here?"
"I had been hesitant to tell you, but I sense a great deal of power
in you. You have the capability to do much harm but also much good."
"I don't uh, I-I-" Willow sputtered, "What do I have to do?"
He smiled slightly at the nervous girl, "The book is large and has
many chapters on retrieval and rejuvenation."
"There are also many magicks on spirits. Tetzel really appreciated
the dead." Anya said.
"So what does all of this mean?" Willow asked without hesitation.
"We may be able to restore Angel's soul. This way-"
"Giles, it didn't work before how will it work now?"
"Right. The power we're dealing with now is far greater than any
Romany spell with these powers we may be able to return his soul to
him permanently. Wherever Angel is the spell caster will be able to
feel, reasonably, where his position is."
"Cool. Really cool. But how am I supposed to do it. my major
accomplishment is floating a pencil from my floor to my desk."
"That's where Anya comes in she's obviously older than all of us and
she has more experience than I, dealing with this book."
Anya beamed proudly then registered what else he said, "Obviously
older?"
"With her experience and your power we should be able to do this.
Willow nodded slowly. "Where's the spell?"
Giles smiled at her again."Soletre Livro!"
The booked popped open and flipped several pages. It's inside was
even more myrtics than the outside. Its golden pages stopped
suddenly and the book levitated.
"Whoa." Willow gasped.
Anya remained in a shocked silence.
Willow stepped closer to it. "It's like a magnet. I can't help but
to-"
"Feche Longe!" The book snapped closed and caused Willow to jump
back.
"Again, whoa."
"That is what you two are going to have to fight. Can you handle
this?"
Willow and Anya stared at each other for a moment. Willow then
looked back at Giles. "Yeah. We can do it."
Xander came into the room, "I've got the weapons all laid out and
ready. all we need to do is take our pick."
Everyone started to move toward the door when Anya stopped them.
"Wait! The only thing that is really bothering me is…I'm obviously
older than *you*, Giles?"
***
Oz, his hair now purple clutched the large bags to him; he bought
everything Giles had written down. Hopefully he would get his money
back, for it was damn expensive for it. He juggled the bag to get
the key in his van door.
"Traitor."
Oz spun towards the whispered word. Empty. The parking lot was
empty. Having seen too many scary movies he hurriedly opened the
door and placed the bag inside.
"Traitor!"
He turned quickly back around only to fell something heavy hit his
head and then darkness.
***
Angelus opened his eyes slowly. He must have fallen asleep watching
his beautiful mate. She was over him, staring at him, almost through
him…clutching a stake in her hand. his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?"
She shook her head lightly, "It wasn't for you. I can't hurt you.
I've tried."
His gaze softened slightly, "Give me the stake, Buff."
She ignored him, "It just doesn't make any sense. You…hurt me. So I
should be able to hurt you." She threw the stake away from them. "I
don't even want to hurt you. I know I should, but…"
he watched her tiredly slump against the pillows. Maybe it wasn't
too late for her. Maybe he could fix whatever Spike screwed up
without magic.
"Baby, come out with me." He got out of the bed and started to
change clothes.
"Where will we go?" Buffy inched her way out of the bed to stand
behind him.
"Well," He turned to face her, his quick change over, "You need
food."
She sat down quickly on the edge of the bed, "No. No more death."
He kneeled down to her, "Do you want to get better? Do you?"
She looked down at him, "Yes."
"Then you'll have to trust me. And I know you trust me. We're going
to make you better. I won't let you leave me." He took her by the
hand and stood them up, "Let's get you changed. I had been
anticipating your arrival."
He moved them over to a cabinet full of female clothes. He saw the
slight grin on her face. "What can I say? I'm optimistic."
Well, there will be a huge grin on my face. That is, IF you send
feedback.
Chyna*_*Whyte
Author: Chyna_Whyte
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this out. Family troubles.
We're the happy, yet dysfunctional family. Anyway, it seems some
spirit from the ether didn't want me to send this tonight. First my
light bulb went out in my room and then my lights went out
completely. Go figure. I hope you like this part.
Daniel, other wise known as Danny, nervously spied his surroundings.
He was in a crypt. Spike's Crypt. The very Spike who's Sire was
Angelus. He was a little worried. He had gone out and gotten a
shaman just like he had ordered. Now he was nowhere to be found.
"Where is this leech?" The Shaman's booming voice made Danny turn in
shocked.
"He will be here any minute. I promise."
"Take the word of a vampire? Never. That's is the reason-"
"Why you're still alive." spike sauntered into the crypt a lit
cigarette dangling from his lips. "You're here because Angel saved
your ass and you owed him one."
"You are right, vampire. So where is he? I grow weary of you
already."
"Well, things have changed. The Angelus that saved you was with the
soul-having bit. Now he's not. We want to fix that."
Danny's mouth dropped open to protest, but Spike silenced him with a
glare.
The Sage looked between the two vamps, "What do you need me for?"
"We need you to put his soul back."
***
"Destroys?" Willow took a step back. "So what's the point in having
it? Why is it here?"
"Well-"Giles started.
Anya cut him off, "The point is Willow, that this type of magic I
dark but extremely useful. One powerful enough to use it can become
in touch with their dark side enough and be able to come out of it."
"Powerful? So," She joked, "Why am I here?"
"I had been hesitant to tell you, but I sense a great deal of power
in you. You have the capability to do much harm but also much good."
"I don't uh, I-I-" Willow sputtered, "What do I have to do?"
He smiled slightly at the nervous girl, "The book is large and has
many chapters on retrieval and rejuvenation."
"There are also many magicks on spirits. Tetzel really appreciated
the dead." Anya said.
"So what does all of this mean?" Willow asked without hesitation.
"We may be able to restore Angel's soul. This way-"
"Giles, it didn't work before how will it work now?"
"Right. The power we're dealing with now is far greater than any
Romany spell with these powers we may be able to return his soul to
him permanently. Wherever Angel is the spell caster will be able to
feel, reasonably, where his position is."
"Cool. Really cool. But how am I supposed to do it. my major
accomplishment is floating a pencil from my floor to my desk."
"That's where Anya comes in she's obviously older than all of us and
she has more experience than I, dealing with this book."
Anya beamed proudly then registered what else he said, "Obviously
older?"
"With her experience and your power we should be able to do this.
Willow nodded slowly. "Where's the spell?"
Giles smiled at her again."Soletre Livro!"
The booked popped open and flipped several pages. It's inside was
even more myrtics than the outside. Its golden pages stopped
suddenly and the book levitated.
"Whoa." Willow gasped.
Anya remained in a shocked silence.
Willow stepped closer to it. "It's like a magnet. I can't help but
to-"
"Feche Longe!" The book snapped closed and caused Willow to jump
back.
"Again, whoa."
"That is what you two are going to have to fight. Can you handle
this?"
Willow and Anya stared at each other for a moment. Willow then
looked back at Giles. "Yeah. We can do it."
Xander came into the room, "I've got the weapons all laid out and
ready. all we need to do is take our pick."
Everyone started to move toward the door when Anya stopped them.
"Wait! The only thing that is really bothering me is…I'm obviously
older than *you*, Giles?"
***
Oz, his hair now purple clutched the large bags to him; he bought
everything Giles had written down. Hopefully he would get his money
back, for it was damn expensive for it. He juggled the bag to get
the key in his van door.
"Traitor."
Oz spun towards the whispered word. Empty. The parking lot was
empty. Having seen too many scary movies he hurriedly opened the
door and placed the bag inside.
"Traitor!"
He turned quickly back around only to fell something heavy hit his
head and then darkness.
***
Angelus opened his eyes slowly. He must have fallen asleep watching
his beautiful mate. She was over him, staring at him, almost through
him…clutching a stake in her hand. his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?"
She shook her head lightly, "It wasn't for you. I can't hurt you.
I've tried."
His gaze softened slightly, "Give me the stake, Buff."
She ignored him, "It just doesn't make any sense. You…hurt me. So I
should be able to hurt you." She threw the stake away from them. "I
don't even want to hurt you. I know I should, but…"
he watched her tiredly slump against the pillows. Maybe it wasn't
too late for her. Maybe he could fix whatever Spike screwed up
without magic.
"Baby, come out with me." He got out of the bed and started to
change clothes.
"Where will we go?" Buffy inched her way out of the bed to stand
behind him.
"Well," He turned to face her, his quick change over, "You need
food."
She sat down quickly on the edge of the bed, "No. No more death."
He kneeled down to her, "Do you want to get better? Do you?"
She looked down at him, "Yes."
"Then you'll have to trust me. And I know you trust me. We're going
to make you better. I won't let you leave me." He took her by the
hand and stood them up, "Let's get you changed. I had been
anticipating your arrival."
He moved them over to a cabinet full of female clothes. He saw the
slight grin on her face. "What can I say? I'm optimistic."
Well, there will be a huge grin on my face. That is, IF you send
feedback.
Chyna*_*Whyte