Author: LCA
Disclaimer: I see London, I see France, I see Joss Whedon knocking down my door with a lawsuit unless I disclaim.... which I do...
A/N: alright! i'm not gonna sit here and list all the reasons why i didn't update. i'm just a horribly lazy person. but the story is almost done, and i'm darn proud of it!
to the REVIEWERS!!!!!!!!
jerry: i'll NEVER tell! u'll just have to read and find out! and review of course.
chazza: I'm so glad u like it! hopefully you'll like this chapter too!
Queen Boadicea: Yeah, Cordy got SO anoying over the last 2 seasons of Angel. Glad she quit! it pissed me off how much they ruined Conner's character over her.
PunkPrncess: woo-hoo! i got me a heart-wrencher! thanx for the awesome review, please review again!
KrazyKara: DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! here's more!!!!!
Angels wanna b lover: hope it made more sense to you as you went on. but confusing is good!
Brody: i know, i'm horrible! but anyway, here goes!
Angie: I'm glad you like it! All in one go, huh? that's pretty darn good! anywho, prayers to the updating God, as everyone knows, takes a smidge longer to work than the disclaiming God. just a fact of life. *g*
Answer to a Prayer
* * *
Tara was scared, cold, and hungry. She just wanted OUT!!!!!!!!!!! They had her locked in some room, there used to be a baby there too, but they took it away. Tara had thought she had heard it screaming, but maybe it had been one of her hallucinations. She was finding it harder and harder to tell what was real and what wasn't.
The door opened, and the creepy blue-eyed man came in.
"Have you thought about our agreement, witch? "
Tara nodded.
"Well?" The man's voice was a cold as his eyes.
"I'll do it." Tara choked out. "I'll curse the baby. Just promise you won't hurt her."
All the man did was laugh as they dragged Tara away.
* * *
Drussilla laughed with glee. It was going perfectly. Slight change of plan when the werewolf chose to die instead of betray his love. Drussilla sighed, pathetic human emotions, they just get in the way. Yet they could affect even the most powerful of vampires. Drussilla herself suffered from the deadliest of all of them. Love. Spike.
She had talked to the werewolf about love as he lay on the ground, bleeding to death. His words were wrong, of course. That was why he kept loosing his love, because he was wrong.
"Why did you do it?" She had asked him, looking straight into his fading eyes.
"Because I won't let you use me to hurt her." He had struggled to find any breath in his body to talk. It was a pathetic struggle.
"She could still come for you, not know that you're dead."
The werewolf shook his head. "She'll know. Somehow she'll know."
"What is the good of dying for your love, when she doesn't return your feelings? Why didn't you torture her into loving you? Why did you run?"
There. Drussilla had asked the question that had been constantly bugging her. Humans were pathetic with their emotions. They kept them chained; they chose to suffer silently if their feelings weren't returned. Drussilla wasn't going to let that happen to her, she was going to win the man of her dreams, even if she had to kill him.
The werewolf was convulsing now. He was gasping for air and couldn't open his eyes. Still, he managed to shake his head and get one word out. "Willow." Drussilla saw his spirit leave his body. It had danced for a while, and then went up. She hated spirits that went up.
The door opened, shaking Drussilla out of her thoughts. Riley was there.
"Mistress, the witch is ready."
"I know," Drussilla said in a singsong voice. "The stars told me it would all work out."
Riley just stood there uncomfortably. She frowned. He was an unbeliever. She'd take care of him later; she needed him now to perform the spell.
Turning, she smiled at him. "Prepare her please. And the baby. They'll be here soon. Miss Edith knows."
"Right." Riley said and walked out. Drussilla closed her eyes and pictured Spike's face when he sees the present she was preparing to give him.
"For you my love." She whispered, and followed Riley.
* * *
They made a pit stop at Angel's house to get the supplies they needed. Angel couldn't help feeling tormented by their decision to fight. Were they sacrificing themselves? Trying to avenge a death, a loss? Or were they truly doing as Cordelia said; fighting the good fight, dying for a cause? Angel didn't know anymore, and he wasn't entirely sure he cared. All he knew was that if he had to spend one more hour by the shell of his fiancée, he would loose it. Motives were meaningless, Buffy wasn't.
"Ready, mate?" Spike asked. Angel was surprised to see that everyone was ready to go already.
"Spike, wait, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. It'll only take a minute."
Spike nodded and they went off into the kitchen.
"Look, Spike, i don't want to intrude, but...don't you think this fight is getting a little personal for you? You can back out?"
Spike shook his head so sharply; Angel could hear his neck pop. "No way, Peaches. This is personal because this is my fight. I won't let my family be torn apart. And neither will you. What? You think you aren't too deep into it to think straight? We all have something on the line. Why do you think we're all here?"
Angel nodded, feeling stupid for having even asked. Of course he was in it deep too. Maybe what he had been looking for was a little reassurance. Maybe he was looking to see that he wasn't the only one willing to die for this.
"Okay," he said. "Let's do it."
They left the kitchen, got the group, and drove off. None of them looking back.
***
"I call upon thee, Goddess, to hear my plea. Come, take this child, and let him be as one with this woman." Tara said the words, feeling a sick twist in her stomach. It felt like the twist of betrayal. 'Please Willow,' she begged in her mind. 'Know that I'm doing this for you.'
"Hurry it up, darling. They're coming. They're coming...oh, God, they're here." Drussilla was rocking back and forth and muttering to herself. "Is it done? Did you do it?"
Tara shook her head. "I can't finish if you won't sit still. I need to concentrate." She turned back to the old spell book and started to wave the incense around. Just then the door burst open. Angel and Spike came running through; Faith, Xander and Willow close on their tails. Drussilla jumped up.
"Noo, not yet Spike." She howled. "You ruined my surprise! It was such a good surprise, too."
"I should have known it was you, you sick bitch." Faith spat out, as she started running towards Drussilla. Out of nowhere the Blue Eyed Man ran from the shadows and tackled Faith. Spike ran to help her, and Angel went for Drussilla. Xander ran out screaming something about finding Cordy. That left Willow.
Oh, God, Willow. Something looked different about her. She looked pale and slouched, as if she just wanted the world to come in a crush her. When she saw Tara, saw the magic book in her hand and the baby on the floor, Tara could practically feel her anger from 5 feet away.
"You," Willow said, a deadly tone to her voice. "Did you kill him? Did it feel good? Watching him suffer? Knowing I loved him?"
"Willow, what are you talking about?" Tara asked, backing away. "I was kidnapped a couple of hours ago. I don't know what's going on."
"SHUT UP! NO MORE LIES!" Willow screamed at her. She lunged at Tara, grabbing her throat and squeezing as hard as she could.
'I'm going to die.' Tara thought. 'I'm being killed by my love's hands.'
***
Spike was swinging punches anywhere he could. Vampires were coming out of the woodwork, all trying to get to Faith. He couldn't loose her too, he just couldn't. He could remember the first time he had met her. Buffy had died once, just for a minute, but it was long enough for another slayer to be born. The doctors had responded quickly, and with the proper care she was brought back.
Faith had rolled into Sunnydale thinking she was the toughest, strongest, worst badass of a slayer there ever was. It had been love at first sight. Now he could see only glimpses of her as she fought for her life through a herd of vampires. Spike sent his silent love out to her, hoping she could somehow sense it.
All of the sudden, a sound hit his ears. Sounded like crying...a baby crying...his baby crying. He turned toward the sound and ran as fast as he could. There she was, Joyce, his baby girl. Kneeling down, Spike picked her up, and rocked her back and forth. She didn't seem to be hurt, just hungry. He felt tears run down his cheek as he held his little girl and prayed to God that her mommy would survive the fight.
***
"Cordy, for the love of God where are you?" Xander yelled in despair.
Anya came running towards him, covered in what looked like blood.
"Xander come quick! Cordy's in labor!"
***
Willow wanted her to die. She wanted her to die slowly. Half of her didn't even realize what she was doing. She just wanted someone to die, someone to blame for what happened.
There was a break in the fighting and Willow momentarily turned to see what had happened. Drussilla was standing there, staring down at her chest where a wooden stake was protruding through. Ash started to form, surrounding her and disintegrating her. The wooden stake clanged loudly to the floor as the rest of her crumbled away.
Willow looked around, startled to see that all of the other vampires where gone, it was just Riley and them. Angel had paused from punching him to watch Druscilla's demise.
***
In the blink of an eye, Riley pulled out a gun. Pointed it straight at Angel.
***
Before she knew what she was doing, Willow started running. Willow wouldn't let Buffy loose her love. No matter what it took.
***
Riley cocked the gun.
***
Faith could finally see the room clearly now. She saw William standing there, holding her baby! Without thinking she started running...right into the line of fire.
***
Riley's finger tightened on the trigger.
***
Angel turned and saw Faith running toward him. She must not have seen the gun, in her hurry to get to her baby. He turned and braced himself to push her away. He wouldn't let anyone take this bullet...but him.
***
BANG!
***
Disclaimer: I see London, I see France, I see Joss Whedon knocking down my door with a lawsuit unless I disclaim.... which I do...
A/N: alright! i'm not gonna sit here and list all the reasons why i didn't update. i'm just a horribly lazy person. but the story is almost done, and i'm darn proud of it!
to the REVIEWERS!!!!!!!!
jerry: i'll NEVER tell! u'll just have to read and find out! and review of course.
chazza: I'm so glad u like it! hopefully you'll like this chapter too!
Queen Boadicea: Yeah, Cordy got SO anoying over the last 2 seasons of Angel. Glad she quit! it pissed me off how much they ruined Conner's character over her.
PunkPrncess: woo-hoo! i got me a heart-wrencher! thanx for the awesome review, please review again!
KrazyKara: DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! here's more!!!!!
Angels wanna b lover: hope it made more sense to you as you went on. but confusing is good!
Brody: i know, i'm horrible! but anyway, here goes!
Angie: I'm glad you like it! All in one go, huh? that's pretty darn good! anywho, prayers to the updating God, as everyone knows, takes a smidge longer to work than the disclaiming God. just a fact of life. *g*
Answer to a Prayer
* * *
Tara was scared, cold, and hungry. She just wanted OUT!!!!!!!!!!! They had her locked in some room, there used to be a baby there too, but they took it away. Tara had thought she had heard it screaming, but maybe it had been one of her hallucinations. She was finding it harder and harder to tell what was real and what wasn't.
The door opened, and the creepy blue-eyed man came in.
"Have you thought about our agreement, witch? "
Tara nodded.
"Well?" The man's voice was a cold as his eyes.
"I'll do it." Tara choked out. "I'll curse the baby. Just promise you won't hurt her."
All the man did was laugh as they dragged Tara away.
* * *
Drussilla laughed with glee. It was going perfectly. Slight change of plan when the werewolf chose to die instead of betray his love. Drussilla sighed, pathetic human emotions, they just get in the way. Yet they could affect even the most powerful of vampires. Drussilla herself suffered from the deadliest of all of them. Love. Spike.
She had talked to the werewolf about love as he lay on the ground, bleeding to death. His words were wrong, of course. That was why he kept loosing his love, because he was wrong.
"Why did you do it?" She had asked him, looking straight into his fading eyes.
"Because I won't let you use me to hurt her." He had struggled to find any breath in his body to talk. It was a pathetic struggle.
"She could still come for you, not know that you're dead."
The werewolf shook his head. "She'll know. Somehow she'll know."
"What is the good of dying for your love, when she doesn't return your feelings? Why didn't you torture her into loving you? Why did you run?"
There. Drussilla had asked the question that had been constantly bugging her. Humans were pathetic with their emotions. They kept them chained; they chose to suffer silently if their feelings weren't returned. Drussilla wasn't going to let that happen to her, she was going to win the man of her dreams, even if she had to kill him.
The werewolf was convulsing now. He was gasping for air and couldn't open his eyes. Still, he managed to shake his head and get one word out. "Willow." Drussilla saw his spirit leave his body. It had danced for a while, and then went up. She hated spirits that went up.
The door opened, shaking Drussilla out of her thoughts. Riley was there.
"Mistress, the witch is ready."
"I know," Drussilla said in a singsong voice. "The stars told me it would all work out."
Riley just stood there uncomfortably. She frowned. He was an unbeliever. She'd take care of him later; she needed him now to perform the spell.
Turning, she smiled at him. "Prepare her please. And the baby. They'll be here soon. Miss Edith knows."
"Right." Riley said and walked out. Drussilla closed her eyes and pictured Spike's face when he sees the present she was preparing to give him.
"For you my love." She whispered, and followed Riley.
* * *
They made a pit stop at Angel's house to get the supplies they needed. Angel couldn't help feeling tormented by their decision to fight. Were they sacrificing themselves? Trying to avenge a death, a loss? Or were they truly doing as Cordelia said; fighting the good fight, dying for a cause? Angel didn't know anymore, and he wasn't entirely sure he cared. All he knew was that if he had to spend one more hour by the shell of his fiancée, he would loose it. Motives were meaningless, Buffy wasn't.
"Ready, mate?" Spike asked. Angel was surprised to see that everyone was ready to go already.
"Spike, wait, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. It'll only take a minute."
Spike nodded and they went off into the kitchen.
"Look, Spike, i don't want to intrude, but...don't you think this fight is getting a little personal for you? You can back out?"
Spike shook his head so sharply; Angel could hear his neck pop. "No way, Peaches. This is personal because this is my fight. I won't let my family be torn apart. And neither will you. What? You think you aren't too deep into it to think straight? We all have something on the line. Why do you think we're all here?"
Angel nodded, feeling stupid for having even asked. Of course he was in it deep too. Maybe what he had been looking for was a little reassurance. Maybe he was looking to see that he wasn't the only one willing to die for this.
"Okay," he said. "Let's do it."
They left the kitchen, got the group, and drove off. None of them looking back.
***
"I call upon thee, Goddess, to hear my plea. Come, take this child, and let him be as one with this woman." Tara said the words, feeling a sick twist in her stomach. It felt like the twist of betrayal. 'Please Willow,' she begged in her mind. 'Know that I'm doing this for you.'
"Hurry it up, darling. They're coming. They're coming...oh, God, they're here." Drussilla was rocking back and forth and muttering to herself. "Is it done? Did you do it?"
Tara shook her head. "I can't finish if you won't sit still. I need to concentrate." She turned back to the old spell book and started to wave the incense around. Just then the door burst open. Angel and Spike came running through; Faith, Xander and Willow close on their tails. Drussilla jumped up.
"Noo, not yet Spike." She howled. "You ruined my surprise! It was such a good surprise, too."
"I should have known it was you, you sick bitch." Faith spat out, as she started running towards Drussilla. Out of nowhere the Blue Eyed Man ran from the shadows and tackled Faith. Spike ran to help her, and Angel went for Drussilla. Xander ran out screaming something about finding Cordy. That left Willow.
Oh, God, Willow. Something looked different about her. She looked pale and slouched, as if she just wanted the world to come in a crush her. When she saw Tara, saw the magic book in her hand and the baby on the floor, Tara could practically feel her anger from 5 feet away.
"You," Willow said, a deadly tone to her voice. "Did you kill him? Did it feel good? Watching him suffer? Knowing I loved him?"
"Willow, what are you talking about?" Tara asked, backing away. "I was kidnapped a couple of hours ago. I don't know what's going on."
"SHUT UP! NO MORE LIES!" Willow screamed at her. She lunged at Tara, grabbing her throat and squeezing as hard as she could.
'I'm going to die.' Tara thought. 'I'm being killed by my love's hands.'
***
Spike was swinging punches anywhere he could. Vampires were coming out of the woodwork, all trying to get to Faith. He couldn't loose her too, he just couldn't. He could remember the first time he had met her. Buffy had died once, just for a minute, but it was long enough for another slayer to be born. The doctors had responded quickly, and with the proper care she was brought back.
Faith had rolled into Sunnydale thinking she was the toughest, strongest, worst badass of a slayer there ever was. It had been love at first sight. Now he could see only glimpses of her as she fought for her life through a herd of vampires. Spike sent his silent love out to her, hoping she could somehow sense it.
All of the sudden, a sound hit his ears. Sounded like crying...a baby crying...his baby crying. He turned toward the sound and ran as fast as he could. There she was, Joyce, his baby girl. Kneeling down, Spike picked her up, and rocked her back and forth. She didn't seem to be hurt, just hungry. He felt tears run down his cheek as he held his little girl and prayed to God that her mommy would survive the fight.
***
"Cordy, for the love of God where are you?" Xander yelled in despair.
Anya came running towards him, covered in what looked like blood.
"Xander come quick! Cordy's in labor!"
***
Willow wanted her to die. She wanted her to die slowly. Half of her didn't even realize what she was doing. She just wanted someone to die, someone to blame for what happened.
There was a break in the fighting and Willow momentarily turned to see what had happened. Drussilla was standing there, staring down at her chest where a wooden stake was protruding through. Ash started to form, surrounding her and disintegrating her. The wooden stake clanged loudly to the floor as the rest of her crumbled away.
Willow looked around, startled to see that all of the other vampires where gone, it was just Riley and them. Angel had paused from punching him to watch Druscilla's demise.
***
In the blink of an eye, Riley pulled out a gun. Pointed it straight at Angel.
***
Before she knew what she was doing, Willow started running. Willow wouldn't let Buffy loose her love. No matter what it took.
***
Riley cocked the gun.
***
Faith could finally see the room clearly now. She saw William standing there, holding her baby! Without thinking she started running...right into the line of fire.
***
Riley's finger tightened on the trigger.
***
Angel turned and saw Faith running toward him. She must not have seen the gun, in her hurry to get to her baby. He turned and braced himself to push her away. He wouldn't let anyone take this bullet...but him.
***
BANG!
***