Souls Found
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share this work with someone be my guest. This is a sequel to my LOST SOULS fic.
Is anyone still out there, I'm trying to finish this so it's not just hanging in space! Let me know! Feedback will help me write faster.
Chapter 10
"If I am to be then he must die."
That's what the man said and soul or no soul, Xander is on board for oh so many reasons. Having become a card carrying member of the Deadboy Club, does have a few perks one of which is the ability to bite the head off of a jackass every now and again - literally bite the head off...
With or without Angel, he'd be killing the bastard about now and with Angel --- well, all the more fun.
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Xander walks into the room first, to find Buffy and Willow in much the same condition as he left them. Buffy collapsed on the floor with Willow cradling her and whispering nonsense words to her. They seem somehow even more otherworldly and oblivious to everything and everyone around them. They take no notice of Xander or the man sitting against the wall no more than 10 feet away from them.
Spike's eyes open as he senses the movement of another predator in the room. His gaze merely grazes Xander and lands somewhere behind him.
"Well Granddad, I see you can't keep a bad man down, eh?" Not liking the height advantage, Spike speaks as he slides slowly up the wall until he is standing.
Angel swings around until he is in front of Xander, facing Spike. "I'd say so, you're still here."
The sound of Angel's voice rouses the two females. When Buffy raises her head, her eyes survey the scene in front of her. Amazingly, she feels more centered than she has in - well, like forever. Maybe all she needed was a good cry? Go figure.
She slides effortlessly into Slayer mode. It is almost like she has on night vision goggles. The demons in the room all have a clearly red aura around them. Somewhere her brain registers that it is Angel who is standing there but something else she sees takes priority.
Angel is fast approaching another figure in the room. This figure has a distinctly different feel to it. This one is not a demon. This one has a sparkly, bright blue aura around it. The Slayer does the math and quickly steps between the demon, Angel, and the sparkly blue guy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows there is a lot of subtext here but right now all that matters is save the human - or whatever he is from the demon.
Without thinking, she speaks, "No Angel, don't."
He stops and manages to push down his game face before speaking. "Get out of my way, Buffy. This is something I need to do, soul or no soul."
He steps to the right as if to go around her but she counters his movement. "Angel, no. You can't. He's not a demon anymore."
"What the hell? He looks like the same Son of a Bitch he's been for a hundred years."
"Then look again, mate." Spike's snarky voice rumbles out from behind the Slayer.
One of Buffy's hands reaches out behind her to push him back. "Spike, no, stay out of this. This is between Angel and me."
Spike somehow responds more easily to the Slayer's request than Angel.
Taking charge, Buffy looks to Willow and Xander, "You two turn in, it's been a long night."
Xander opens his mouth but before he can speak, Buffy counters. "No Xander. This isn't your fight. I need to talk to Angel alone." Turning she looks to Spike. "You too." Then she changes her tone - less demanding, a plea instead of an order. "Spike, please go back in the bedroom and wait for me."
With a shrug of his shoulders, William the Bloody, killer of two Slayers in the last century backs out of the room with no so much as a whimper.
Looking toward Angel for direction, Willow and Xander both seem torn. It is only when Angel gives a slight nod that they take their leave.
Buffy's face shifts to its familiar pout and she gestures for Angel to take a seat on the sofa opposite the one she has chosen for herself. Taking a cue from Spike he complies. Without the child/sire bond, he is at a loss.
Scrunching up her nose a bit, she speaks, "Don't look so grumpy. For heaven's sake, this mess is mostly your fault."
TBC
None of these characters are mine; all credit goes to the writers of BtVS. If you wish to share this work with someone be my guest. This is a sequel to my LOST SOULS fic.
Is anyone still out there, I'm trying to finish this so it's not just hanging in space! Let me know! Feedback will help me write faster.
Chapter 10
"If I am to be then he must die."
That's what the man said and soul or no soul, Xander is on board for oh so many reasons. Having become a card carrying member of the Deadboy Club, does have a few perks one of which is the ability to bite the head off of a jackass every now and again - literally bite the head off...
With or without Angel, he'd be killing the bastard about now and with Angel --- well, all the more fun.
*****************
Xander walks into the room first, to find Buffy and Willow in much the same condition as he left them. Buffy collapsed on the floor with Willow cradling her and whispering nonsense words to her. They seem somehow even more otherworldly and oblivious to everything and everyone around them. They take no notice of Xander or the man sitting against the wall no more than 10 feet away from them.
Spike's eyes open as he senses the movement of another predator in the room. His gaze merely grazes Xander and lands somewhere behind him.
"Well Granddad, I see you can't keep a bad man down, eh?" Not liking the height advantage, Spike speaks as he slides slowly up the wall until he is standing.
Angel swings around until he is in front of Xander, facing Spike. "I'd say so, you're still here."
The sound of Angel's voice rouses the two females. When Buffy raises her head, her eyes survey the scene in front of her. Amazingly, she feels more centered than she has in - well, like forever. Maybe all she needed was a good cry? Go figure.
She slides effortlessly into Slayer mode. It is almost like she has on night vision goggles. The demons in the room all have a clearly red aura around them. Somewhere her brain registers that it is Angel who is standing there but something else she sees takes priority.
Angel is fast approaching another figure in the room. This figure has a distinctly different feel to it. This one is not a demon. This one has a sparkly, bright blue aura around it. The Slayer does the math and quickly steps between the demon, Angel, and the sparkly blue guy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows there is a lot of subtext here but right now all that matters is save the human - or whatever he is from the demon.
Without thinking, she speaks, "No Angel, don't."
He stops and manages to push down his game face before speaking. "Get out of my way, Buffy. This is something I need to do, soul or no soul."
He steps to the right as if to go around her but she counters his movement. "Angel, no. You can't. He's not a demon anymore."
"What the hell? He looks like the same Son of a Bitch he's been for a hundred years."
"Then look again, mate." Spike's snarky voice rumbles out from behind the Slayer.
One of Buffy's hands reaches out behind her to push him back. "Spike, no, stay out of this. This is between Angel and me."
Spike somehow responds more easily to the Slayer's request than Angel.
Taking charge, Buffy looks to Willow and Xander, "You two turn in, it's been a long night."
Xander opens his mouth but before he can speak, Buffy counters. "No Xander. This isn't your fight. I need to talk to Angel alone." Turning she looks to Spike. "You too." Then she changes her tone - less demanding, a plea instead of an order. "Spike, please go back in the bedroom and wait for me."
With a shrug of his shoulders, William the Bloody, killer of two Slayers in the last century backs out of the room with no so much as a whimper.
Looking toward Angel for direction, Willow and Xander both seem torn. It is only when Angel gives a slight nod that they take their leave.
Buffy's face shifts to its familiar pout and she gestures for Angel to take a seat on the sofa opposite the one she has chosen for herself. Taking a cue from Spike he complies. Without the child/sire bond, he is at a loss.
Scrunching up her nose a bit, she speaks, "Don't look so grumpy. For heaven's sake, this mess is mostly your fault."
TBC