Title: Bloody Mary
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only created Mary and Teddy, everything else belongs to Joss Weadon.
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Note: I'm looking for a beta reader. If there is anyone out there who would like to help me out and watches Buffy/Angel I would love if you could contact me by email or AIM.
Chapter Three- Souls
The sun had set of Los Angeles and Angel sat staring through his windows at the sky line, looking almost passed it, more like through it. Memories of his past had ceased to haunt his day and only made him retreat into an isolated spot filled with guilt.
"Spike," He said lowly. "If you're going to stand there all day you might as well say something."
He turned around and Spike was standing in the doorway. His shoulders low and his face drawn. Mary's return into his life and not been easy on him.
"I have an idea."
"An idea?" He asked, jumping to an obvious conclusion. "We can't just let her go."
"Don't you think I know that?" Spike sighed walking into the room beginning to pace. "I've been thinking about it all night. You know that this soul of mine really won't let this whole thing go."
"Souls are like that." He said quietly.
"I know! In the old days I could have just left her in a foreign country or something."
"No, you couldn't have."
"Yea, I couldn't have, wouldn't have." He turned away from his sire. "I know that I can't just leave Mary the way she is. She is an evil vampire so I thought up two solutions. One; I. . . I slay her. Two; We make her become good."
"You just can't make a vampire become good."
"Buffy made me good."
"Only because you. . ."
"Because I what? Love her? Vampires can love. You know it and I know it. And we both know that Mary would do anything for me. Even stop killing people."
"Spike-"
"Look, Angel. Mary is like my daughter, she IS my daughter and even through all of this I still love her as one. I couldn't protect her then, from you, but I can protect her now."
"She's a vampire, a vampire without a soul! Listen to yourself. It won't work. Mary loved to feed and to hunt. Remember? Just like us."
"Just like us?" He whispered. "Like us! We can make her like us!"
"We can't curse her with a soul!"
"Why not?"
"Do you really want her to go through the pain we're going through?"
"I'd rather have her go through this then to send her to hell by my own hands! And besides, this isn't about her. This is about you and your sodding guilt. Running away from things isn't your style, Angelus. Oh, wait! Yes, it is."
The older vampire faced the window again, looking up at the crescent moon.
"I'll think about it."
The room was dark. The owners of the house had just recently been dispatched by Mary's own small hands and fierce teeth. She felt around the wall for a switch. It's not like she needed light to see, but she liked the fake yellowish glow light bulbs provided.
She plopped down on the sofa surveying the room. Middle to upperclass decor with just a hint of unique style. In the old days style and comfort were everything.
**FLASH BACK** August 2, 1889
"Truly Angelus, you do know how to choose the most divine homes for us." Darla looked at her childe with a sickly sweet demure smile on her face.
"Anything for my girls." He put his arms around Darla and Dru's waists bringing them closer.
"I didn't like how those nasty people tasted, Daddy." Dru frowned and licked her lips while fidgeting with her bright green full skirt. "Full of that fluffy bunny syrup in their tummies and now in me."
"Right, Dru. And where have you two been?" He asked Spike and Mary walking in, carefully stepping over the corpses.
"Feeding." He looked at Angelus snidely. "Dru, love, you must try some of these aristocrats. It's been a good many years since we've been in London."
"Not since our Mary was born." She went over and tucked a strand of her hand behind her ear then sing songing; "Mary, Mary quite contrary. How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row!"
Dru pranced about the large room around plush sofas and hardwood furniture. Spike looked on with happy delight and Mary just sighed.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
"Ah, Spike. You always were whipped."
Author: Daughter of Endymion
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I only created Mary and Teddy, everything else belongs to Joss Weadon.
Feed Back: Yes'm.
Note: I'm looking for a beta reader. If there is anyone out there who would like to help me out and watches Buffy/Angel I would love if you could contact me by email or AIM.
Chapter Three- Souls
The sun had set of Los Angeles and Angel sat staring through his windows at the sky line, looking almost passed it, more like through it. Memories of his past had ceased to haunt his day and only made him retreat into an isolated spot filled with guilt.
"Spike," He said lowly. "If you're going to stand there all day you might as well say something."
He turned around and Spike was standing in the doorway. His shoulders low and his face drawn. Mary's return into his life and not been easy on him.
"I have an idea."
"An idea?" He asked, jumping to an obvious conclusion. "We can't just let her go."
"Don't you think I know that?" Spike sighed walking into the room beginning to pace. "I've been thinking about it all night. You know that this soul of mine really won't let this whole thing go."
"Souls are like that." He said quietly.
"I know! In the old days I could have just left her in a foreign country or something."
"No, you couldn't have."
"Yea, I couldn't have, wouldn't have." He turned away from his sire. "I know that I can't just leave Mary the way she is. She is an evil vampire so I thought up two solutions. One; I. . . I slay her. Two; We make her become good."
"You just can't make a vampire become good."
"Buffy made me good."
"Only because you. . ."
"Because I what? Love her? Vampires can love. You know it and I know it. And we both know that Mary would do anything for me. Even stop killing people."
"Spike-"
"Look, Angel. Mary is like my daughter, she IS my daughter and even through all of this I still love her as one. I couldn't protect her then, from you, but I can protect her now."
"She's a vampire, a vampire without a soul! Listen to yourself. It won't work. Mary loved to feed and to hunt. Remember? Just like us."
"Just like us?" He whispered. "Like us! We can make her like us!"
"We can't curse her with a soul!"
"Why not?"
"Do you really want her to go through the pain we're going through?"
"I'd rather have her go through this then to send her to hell by my own hands! And besides, this isn't about her. This is about you and your sodding guilt. Running away from things isn't your style, Angelus. Oh, wait! Yes, it is."
The older vampire faced the window again, looking up at the crescent moon.
"I'll think about it."
The room was dark. The owners of the house had just recently been dispatched by Mary's own small hands and fierce teeth. She felt around the wall for a switch. It's not like she needed light to see, but she liked the fake yellowish glow light bulbs provided.
She plopped down on the sofa surveying the room. Middle to upperclass decor with just a hint of unique style. In the old days style and comfort were everything.
**FLASH BACK** August 2, 1889
"Truly Angelus, you do know how to choose the most divine homes for us." Darla looked at her childe with a sickly sweet demure smile on her face.
"Anything for my girls." He put his arms around Darla and Dru's waists bringing them closer.
"I didn't like how those nasty people tasted, Daddy." Dru frowned and licked her lips while fidgeting with her bright green full skirt. "Full of that fluffy bunny syrup in their tummies and now in me."
"Right, Dru. And where have you two been?" He asked Spike and Mary walking in, carefully stepping over the corpses.
"Feeding." He looked at Angelus snidely. "Dru, love, you must try some of these aristocrats. It's been a good many years since we've been in London."
"Not since our Mary was born." She went over and tucked a strand of her hand behind her ear then sing songing; "Mary, Mary quite contrary. How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row!"
Dru pranced about the large room around plush sofas and hardwood furniture. Spike looked on with happy delight and Mary just sighed.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
"Ah, Spike. You always were whipped."