Queen Boadicea- lol. I am glad you noticed, I noticed it too in one of my
earlier fics, but it just became a habit. Buffy in this story is serious
because she had been previously in S7, but I'll work on making it more
buffy-esque, promise. Glad you're enjoying!
CF-Dangerous Buffy is a good Buffy.
Lindsay- yes, there's a little more to work out, but romance to come,
definitely.
Kat461-hope u enjoy!
Shahid- I appreciate your reviews! They help me out! Thanks!
Tariq-ok, I'll work on it.
Sorry I don't update so often you guys, School keeps me so busy! I'll try to update every weekend.
A/N: Wesley did not feed Angel his blood on the boat in this story, so he is still really weak.
Onward!
** Indicates dreams**
Ch.7
** Buffy walked through the burning office. The only light was from the fires of the office. She could barely see her own hands, but that wasn't really her priority numero uno.
Her hair fell in front of her face as a strong gust of wind blew threw the once lavish offices.
She wrapped her arms around her midriff, as she walked through the building in a daze.
She opened a door and walked in it. This room was darker the last. Her 'spider sense' was tingling.
A gust of air went threw her as a dark shadow passed her.
She stopped, "He-hello?" She called.
She circled around, searching for something, but she didn't know what.
Buffy was indifferent to the bodies on the floor, as she could not see them. The fire burned darker.
Then there was a flash of bright light that knocked Buffy onto the floor, next to a mutilated body.
The light dimmed down and there was a female figure standing.
Buffy squinted. A pure white glow came from the woman, "Cordeilia?" Buffy asked.
The woman smiled and nodded.
"Buffy, things are going to get rough. Take care of him for me. I trust you." And with that the vision of Cordy was gone, and there was no light in the room.
Buffy stood up and let her eyes adjust to the cold room. The fire had no affect on the temperature or feeling of the room.
Buffy walked through another door that opened itself.
In the room stood three figures. Buffy could only make out two of them. One was Wes and one was Angel.
He looked much better than he had earlier and she smiled. So did he.
Buffy looked at the other figure she could see.
Wesley looked violent. He had a coarse look on his face.
In an instant the third figure was gone, and then in another second attacked her from behind, putting it's rocky hand over her mouth. **
Buffy awoke from her dream with a start. She sat straight up in the bed. She ran her sticky fingers through her blonde hair.
After a few minutes she calmed down and noticed that Angel was in the bed with her, still paler than usual and obviously very sick.
Buffy pulled her hands from out of her hair. She saw the blood on them and a tear fell down her face.
She stood up and ran into the bathroom. She scrubbed her hands until they were red. She stared into the small mirror over the medicine cabinet.
She ran warm water over her face and then dried off.
When she went into the room Angel was still asleep and Buffy was going to keep it that way.
She grabbed a shirt out of her bag and changed it for the one that still had blood on it. Connor's blood.
Buffy left Angel's room quietly and walked down the grand staircase to see Xander and Anya sitting together, holding hands and flirting shamelessly. Buffy smirked 'at least something good is happening' she thought.
"Mornin' Buffster. How'd ya sleep?" Xander said looking up.
"Not so good. I had a dream, it gave me the wiggins."
"Where' Will?" Buffy asked.
"Upstairs, with Tara. She's been doin' that a lot lately." Xander answered.
Buffy nodded.
"What kind of dream?" Giles asked, coming into the sitting area in the living area handing each of them a cup of coffee.
"Oh. You know the usual. Fire. Death. Shadows."
Giles raised an eyebrow.
Behind the four Sunnydale alum something crashed.
They looked behind and saw Dawn, Andrew and a few Slayer's getting into a weapon's cabinet and Andrew had dropped a broad sword, "Sorry." He said nervously.
Buffy rolled her eyes and returned to her conversation.
"Well what exactly happened?" Giles asked.
"I was walking through this office and there was fire and dead bodies. Then I saw Cordeilia and-"
"Cordy made a cameo?" Xander asked.
"Yeah, but all she said was the thing would get hard and for me to take care of him and that she trusted me, so I thoroughly believe I was imagining it, because Cordeilia and nice don't go hand in hand." Buffy laughed.
Xander and Giles smiled too.
"Yes well people change. I used to be tactless and money hungry, but now I find myself more compassionate and respectful of the money I don't have." Anya nodded.
Buffy shook her head and continued on without another thought to Anya's statement, "I dunno if she was really a part of my dream though. Her being there seemed more...real than the rest of it."
Giles nodded and Buffy smiled. She missed connecting with her ex-Watcher. She hadn't needed him to act as her Watcher for a long time, and it felt homey to be telling him these things now.
Gunn and Fred walked into the Hyperion, hand in hand after having their morning breakfast at their favorite diner.
"Morning G-man." Gunn said to Giles.
Giles hated being called 'G-Man' since Xander had done it for years, but he smiled tightly and looked away, "Good Morning."
Fred smiled, "How did you sleep Buffy?"
"Okay. Just had a fiery doom kind of dream, but other than that, all was good."
Fred didn't know what to say, so she nodded. "How's Angel?" Fred asked.
Buffy sighed, "I don't know. I was kind of... out of it, I guess he fell asleep right after me. He was still out when I got up."
Fred nodded and Gunn held up a bag, "We picked up some blood for him. I'll heat it up and go give it to the Boss."
Buffy stood up as Gunn turned to go behind the counter, "Gunn?"
He turned around.
"I'll take it to him." Buffy said.
Gunn nodded and put the bag on the counter, and then he joined his girlfriend in the people free office.
Buffy pulled out the quarts of blood and put a few in the fridge. She saved one and poured the content in a large cup next to the microwave.
'This won't be enough' she thought.
Buffy looked around the lobby to see if anybody was watching her then put a knife in her pocket.
She put the cup in the microwave and set it for 2 minutes. Then she took it up to Angel.
She set the mug down next to the bed and sat next to Angel.
Angel was stirring in his sleep restlessly. Tears fell down his cheeks and Buffy fought not to wrap her tiny arms around him and tell him everything would be okay.
Angel was weak. Weaker, since he had to stop her from beating the life out of his son last night. She closed her eyes at the thought of the blood dripping down Connor's forehead.
She opened her eyes and took a deep breath, she knew what she had to do to make him strong again.
She shook his shoulder, "Angel." His eyes opened.
She helped him sit up.
He was so much colder to the touch than she remembered him ever being.
Angel moaned, his body fragile.
Buffy gave him the cup of pigs blood and he drank it in a second, thirsty for more.
She pulled the knife from her pocket and rolled up her sleeve.
She laid Angel back down all the way and his head was on the pillow.
Angel had his eyes closed.
Buffy made a cut on her forearm, and she was uncaring to the blood that spilled.
She put her arm to him mouth and his eyes opened. He looked into her eyes and "I trust you." She said and then nodded, telling him it was ok.
Angel was too frail to protest and so he drank. Buffy gasped. She pulled away and Angel was in game face.
She slowed her breaths and after a few minutes Angel turned back to his human façade.
"Why'd you do that?" Angel asked as he sat up, gaining strength.
Buffy honestly didn't know. She stood up and went to the door, "I'll be back later. You should rest."
Angel leaned onto the headboard and closed his eyes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Wesley walked through the musty bar and sat next to a spikey demon, two times Wesley's size.
He slapped down ten fifty-dollar bills, "What do you know?"
The demon turned to him and in husky voice it seemed to growl, "He's in a warehouse by docktown. He's held up there for the time being. Who knows how long he'll stay."
"You're sure it's his son?" Wesley asked taking a drink of his whiskey.
"I'm pretty sure."
"Be certain." The ex-watcher threatened.
"It's the vampire's kid."
Wesley took a final swig of whiskey and picked up his money.
"Hey!" The demon growled.
Wesley turned around and pulled out a gun, and shot the demon in the head with no expression on his face.
Spike watched as Wesley walked out the door of the rank bar. Spike took a drink of his beer and pulled out a five. He laid it down and followed Wesley out of the bar, then headed toward the Hyperion Hotel.
R&R!
Sorry I don't update so often you guys, School keeps me so busy! I'll try to update every weekend.
A/N: Wesley did not feed Angel his blood on the boat in this story, so he is still really weak.
Onward!
** Indicates dreams**
Ch.7
** Buffy walked through the burning office. The only light was from the fires of the office. She could barely see her own hands, but that wasn't really her priority numero uno.
Her hair fell in front of her face as a strong gust of wind blew threw the once lavish offices.
She wrapped her arms around her midriff, as she walked through the building in a daze.
She opened a door and walked in it. This room was darker the last. Her 'spider sense' was tingling.
A gust of air went threw her as a dark shadow passed her.
She stopped, "He-hello?" She called.
She circled around, searching for something, but she didn't know what.
Buffy was indifferent to the bodies on the floor, as she could not see them. The fire burned darker.
Then there was a flash of bright light that knocked Buffy onto the floor, next to a mutilated body.
The light dimmed down and there was a female figure standing.
Buffy squinted. A pure white glow came from the woman, "Cordeilia?" Buffy asked.
The woman smiled and nodded.
"Buffy, things are going to get rough. Take care of him for me. I trust you." And with that the vision of Cordy was gone, and there was no light in the room.
Buffy stood up and let her eyes adjust to the cold room. The fire had no affect on the temperature or feeling of the room.
Buffy walked through another door that opened itself.
In the room stood three figures. Buffy could only make out two of them. One was Wes and one was Angel.
He looked much better than he had earlier and she smiled. So did he.
Buffy looked at the other figure she could see.
Wesley looked violent. He had a coarse look on his face.
In an instant the third figure was gone, and then in another second attacked her from behind, putting it's rocky hand over her mouth. **
Buffy awoke from her dream with a start. She sat straight up in the bed. She ran her sticky fingers through her blonde hair.
After a few minutes she calmed down and noticed that Angel was in the bed with her, still paler than usual and obviously very sick.
Buffy pulled her hands from out of her hair. She saw the blood on them and a tear fell down her face.
She stood up and ran into the bathroom. She scrubbed her hands until they were red. She stared into the small mirror over the medicine cabinet.
She ran warm water over her face and then dried off.
When she went into the room Angel was still asleep and Buffy was going to keep it that way.
She grabbed a shirt out of her bag and changed it for the one that still had blood on it. Connor's blood.
Buffy left Angel's room quietly and walked down the grand staircase to see Xander and Anya sitting together, holding hands and flirting shamelessly. Buffy smirked 'at least something good is happening' she thought.
"Mornin' Buffster. How'd ya sleep?" Xander said looking up.
"Not so good. I had a dream, it gave me the wiggins."
"Where' Will?" Buffy asked.
"Upstairs, with Tara. She's been doin' that a lot lately." Xander answered.
Buffy nodded.
"What kind of dream?" Giles asked, coming into the sitting area in the living area handing each of them a cup of coffee.
"Oh. You know the usual. Fire. Death. Shadows."
Giles raised an eyebrow.
Behind the four Sunnydale alum something crashed.
They looked behind and saw Dawn, Andrew and a few Slayer's getting into a weapon's cabinet and Andrew had dropped a broad sword, "Sorry." He said nervously.
Buffy rolled her eyes and returned to her conversation.
"Well what exactly happened?" Giles asked.
"I was walking through this office and there was fire and dead bodies. Then I saw Cordeilia and-"
"Cordy made a cameo?" Xander asked.
"Yeah, but all she said was the thing would get hard and for me to take care of him and that she trusted me, so I thoroughly believe I was imagining it, because Cordeilia and nice don't go hand in hand." Buffy laughed.
Xander and Giles smiled too.
"Yes well people change. I used to be tactless and money hungry, but now I find myself more compassionate and respectful of the money I don't have." Anya nodded.
Buffy shook her head and continued on without another thought to Anya's statement, "I dunno if she was really a part of my dream though. Her being there seemed more...real than the rest of it."
Giles nodded and Buffy smiled. She missed connecting with her ex-Watcher. She hadn't needed him to act as her Watcher for a long time, and it felt homey to be telling him these things now.
Gunn and Fred walked into the Hyperion, hand in hand after having their morning breakfast at their favorite diner.
"Morning G-man." Gunn said to Giles.
Giles hated being called 'G-Man' since Xander had done it for years, but he smiled tightly and looked away, "Good Morning."
Fred smiled, "How did you sleep Buffy?"
"Okay. Just had a fiery doom kind of dream, but other than that, all was good."
Fred didn't know what to say, so she nodded. "How's Angel?" Fred asked.
Buffy sighed, "I don't know. I was kind of... out of it, I guess he fell asleep right after me. He was still out when I got up."
Fred nodded and Gunn held up a bag, "We picked up some blood for him. I'll heat it up and go give it to the Boss."
Buffy stood up as Gunn turned to go behind the counter, "Gunn?"
He turned around.
"I'll take it to him." Buffy said.
Gunn nodded and put the bag on the counter, and then he joined his girlfriend in the people free office.
Buffy pulled out the quarts of blood and put a few in the fridge. She saved one and poured the content in a large cup next to the microwave.
'This won't be enough' she thought.
Buffy looked around the lobby to see if anybody was watching her then put a knife in her pocket.
She put the cup in the microwave and set it for 2 minutes. Then she took it up to Angel.
She set the mug down next to the bed and sat next to Angel.
Angel was stirring in his sleep restlessly. Tears fell down his cheeks and Buffy fought not to wrap her tiny arms around him and tell him everything would be okay.
Angel was weak. Weaker, since he had to stop her from beating the life out of his son last night. She closed her eyes at the thought of the blood dripping down Connor's forehead.
She opened her eyes and took a deep breath, she knew what she had to do to make him strong again.
She shook his shoulder, "Angel." His eyes opened.
She helped him sit up.
He was so much colder to the touch than she remembered him ever being.
Angel moaned, his body fragile.
Buffy gave him the cup of pigs blood and he drank it in a second, thirsty for more.
She pulled the knife from her pocket and rolled up her sleeve.
She laid Angel back down all the way and his head was on the pillow.
Angel had his eyes closed.
Buffy made a cut on her forearm, and she was uncaring to the blood that spilled.
She put her arm to him mouth and his eyes opened. He looked into her eyes and "I trust you." She said and then nodded, telling him it was ok.
Angel was too frail to protest and so he drank. Buffy gasped. She pulled away and Angel was in game face.
She slowed her breaths and after a few minutes Angel turned back to his human façade.
"Why'd you do that?" Angel asked as he sat up, gaining strength.
Buffy honestly didn't know. She stood up and went to the door, "I'll be back later. You should rest."
Angel leaned onto the headboard and closed his eyes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Wesley walked through the musty bar and sat next to a spikey demon, two times Wesley's size.
He slapped down ten fifty-dollar bills, "What do you know?"
The demon turned to him and in husky voice it seemed to growl, "He's in a warehouse by docktown. He's held up there for the time being. Who knows how long he'll stay."
"You're sure it's his son?" Wesley asked taking a drink of his whiskey.
"I'm pretty sure."
"Be certain." The ex-watcher threatened.
"It's the vampire's kid."
Wesley took a final swig of whiskey and picked up his money.
"Hey!" The demon growled.
Wesley turned around and pulled out a gun, and shot the demon in the head with no expression on his face.
Spike watched as Wesley walked out the door of the rank bar. Spike took a drink of his beer and pulled out a five. He laid it down and followed Wesley out of the bar, then headed toward the Hyperion Hotel.
R&R!