Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own a single, itty, bitty part of any of Joss
Whedon's creations, damnit! If I did, do you honestly think I would be
writing this? Noooo. I'd be indulging my own fantasies. teehee.
Summary: AU. Angel tries to return to Buffy, but will she let him back into her life after all the pain? A/B - W/O.
Author's note: Chaps alternate POV.. oh, and PLEASE REVIEW! It would rock my socks if you did.
Chapter 1 - Angelic nightmares
Running. Pounding footsteps so close behind her! Her mouth opened in a silent scream before she tripped and fell, sprawling on the ground. Vainly, she tried to scramble away and run once more, but he was simply too fast. In the span of two breathes, Angelus had her pinned tightly to the asphalt beneath her. His hands tightened mercilessly over her wrists, wrenching them above her head. It was over. He, in his full vampiric form was stronger than her - at least, right now he was. He had caught her at the tail-end of her patrol, after a more difficult slaying, and chased her for at least a mile or two into town. and into an alley between two rundown buildings where there was an outlet only a few feet ahead! No one would venture down the dark alley-way until morning. and by then. it would be too late for her. Still struggling, she glared at up at Angelus who would only respond with a leering smirk. Grinning wickedly, he leaned closer to her face, and gave her a full view of his rather sharp fangs.
"What's the matter Slayer? No last witty words? No taunting remarks? My, my, what has this world come to?"
"Bite me, bastard."
"With pleasure, Slayer."
Before he attached himself to her neck, Angelus savagely pressed his mouth to her own, forcing his tongue inside her mouth with brutal efficiency. He drew away after a few moments and sighed, sounding almost satisfied. "Now I know why Angel liked to kiss you. Too bad he's not here now." And with that, he sank his teeth into her soft, creamy skin. She felt the teeth pierce her flesh and whimpered in pain, still frantically trying to escape. She could feel herself slowly weakening, and becoming tired. ever so tired. Angelus moaned in appreciation. Her blood was so strong! He could feel the energy filling him, making him more powerful, faster, stronger! He began to drink faster, anticipating a heavenly rush. planning to drink her dry. Buffy's feeble attempts to get away finally stopped as she lost the energy to move. It was almost too much effort to keep her eyes open when she was suddenly free of the weight pressing her down. She gasped in amazement at the scene before her, though she was too weak to join in the fight.
It was Angel versus Angelus. Soulful vampire against his soulless counterpart. They were rolling on the ground, each trying to gain the advantage of being on top. First it was Angelus, then Angel as eventually both rose from the ground without throwing a single punch. But not for long. Through dazed eyes, she watched as Angel struck out at Angelus, only to double over with the same wound. Both figures swore loudly before renewing their attacks. Angelus threw Angel into nearby trash cans, and Angel slammed Angelus' head into the wall. Fists were flying, feet were kicking, and bruises appeared almost as quickly as the attacks were thrown. When both were bleeding and torn, Angel finally got the advantage. Leaping, he pinned Angelus down to the ground and pulled out a stake. He held it high for Angelus and Buffy to see. It would be the ultimate sacrifice. Angelus wouldn't go away unless he was killed - but in order to do that, Angel would have to kill himself as well.
"No! Angel!" screamed Buffy as she watched in what seemed like slow motion as the stake descended slowly, ever so slowly. slow enough so that Angel had time to turn his head and smile at Buffy. It was wishful and filled with a sweet longing, she, herself knew only too well. "I love you Buff-" but he was cut off as the wooden stake pierced Angelus's heart, and both vampires turned to dust. The wailing of a siren filled her head.
And Buffy woke, entangled in her cream colored sheets. They were wrapped around her so tightly, she couldn't move. The alarm was going off, and red numbers pulsed from her clock. It read 7:00 AM - all too soon for a distraught Slayer. A few silent tears trickled out of her blue eyes as she slowly disentangled herself and sat up, disheveled and still very tired. Looking out the window into a beautiful, California sunrise, Buffy could only whisper to the air "Where are you, Angel?"
TBC.. soon, I promise!
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Summary: AU. Angel tries to return to Buffy, but will she let him back into her life after all the pain? A/B - W/O.
Author's note: Chaps alternate POV.. oh, and PLEASE REVIEW! It would rock my socks if you did.
Chapter 1 - Angelic nightmares
Running. Pounding footsteps so close behind her! Her mouth opened in a silent scream before she tripped and fell, sprawling on the ground. Vainly, she tried to scramble away and run once more, but he was simply too fast. In the span of two breathes, Angelus had her pinned tightly to the asphalt beneath her. His hands tightened mercilessly over her wrists, wrenching them above her head. It was over. He, in his full vampiric form was stronger than her - at least, right now he was. He had caught her at the tail-end of her patrol, after a more difficult slaying, and chased her for at least a mile or two into town. and into an alley between two rundown buildings where there was an outlet only a few feet ahead! No one would venture down the dark alley-way until morning. and by then. it would be too late for her. Still struggling, she glared at up at Angelus who would only respond with a leering smirk. Grinning wickedly, he leaned closer to her face, and gave her a full view of his rather sharp fangs.
"What's the matter Slayer? No last witty words? No taunting remarks? My, my, what has this world come to?"
"Bite me, bastard."
"With pleasure, Slayer."
Before he attached himself to her neck, Angelus savagely pressed his mouth to her own, forcing his tongue inside her mouth with brutal efficiency. He drew away after a few moments and sighed, sounding almost satisfied. "Now I know why Angel liked to kiss you. Too bad he's not here now." And with that, he sank his teeth into her soft, creamy skin. She felt the teeth pierce her flesh and whimpered in pain, still frantically trying to escape. She could feel herself slowly weakening, and becoming tired. ever so tired. Angelus moaned in appreciation. Her blood was so strong! He could feel the energy filling him, making him more powerful, faster, stronger! He began to drink faster, anticipating a heavenly rush. planning to drink her dry. Buffy's feeble attempts to get away finally stopped as she lost the energy to move. It was almost too much effort to keep her eyes open when she was suddenly free of the weight pressing her down. She gasped in amazement at the scene before her, though she was too weak to join in the fight.
It was Angel versus Angelus. Soulful vampire against his soulless counterpart. They were rolling on the ground, each trying to gain the advantage of being on top. First it was Angelus, then Angel as eventually both rose from the ground without throwing a single punch. But not for long. Through dazed eyes, she watched as Angel struck out at Angelus, only to double over with the same wound. Both figures swore loudly before renewing their attacks. Angelus threw Angel into nearby trash cans, and Angel slammed Angelus' head into the wall. Fists were flying, feet were kicking, and bruises appeared almost as quickly as the attacks were thrown. When both were bleeding and torn, Angel finally got the advantage. Leaping, he pinned Angelus down to the ground and pulled out a stake. He held it high for Angelus and Buffy to see. It would be the ultimate sacrifice. Angelus wouldn't go away unless he was killed - but in order to do that, Angel would have to kill himself as well.
"No! Angel!" screamed Buffy as she watched in what seemed like slow motion as the stake descended slowly, ever so slowly. slow enough so that Angel had time to turn his head and smile at Buffy. It was wishful and filled with a sweet longing, she, herself knew only too well. "I love you Buff-" but he was cut off as the wooden stake pierced Angelus's heart, and both vampires turned to dust. The wailing of a siren filled her head.
And Buffy woke, entangled in her cream colored sheets. They were wrapped around her so tightly, she couldn't move. The alarm was going off, and red numbers pulsed from her clock. It read 7:00 AM - all too soon for a distraught Slayer. A few silent tears trickled out of her blue eyes as she slowly disentangled herself and sat up, disheveled and still very tired. Looking out the window into a beautiful, California sunrise, Buffy could only whisper to the air "Where are you, Angel?"
TBC.. soon, I promise!
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