Chapter 16- The Beauty of the Fight
A.N. I have no doubts that there are probably zero people still reading this story. The only excuse that I can offer myself is that the cancellation of Angel sent me into a Buffy depression, and I was unable to accomplish anything that had to do with this story. Sorry... maybe you guys will understand. But I do plan on finishing this story if it kills me.
There is something to be said for the beauty that lies within two females who are powerful, capable and confident of their abilities. Perfectly synchronized kicks, back flips and lunges. The violence might deter some, but for the two vampires who once scared the world, and practically created the fight and hunt, the beauty was like that of a winter storm befalling a peaceful valley. So dangerous and violent that the sheer beauty was enough to shatter your heart and take your breath away. Angel and Spike stood silently, from their vantadge point some 200 yards away from the slayers, their eyes never blinking, afraid to miss a single perfect move.
"Sometimes, when I watch her and she doesn't know it, I feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world for even fathoming that I am a tenth good enough for her. Usually, I feel like even if I was human and had never lifted a finger to harm another, I would still not come close to being worthy of her." Spike's voice was barely more then a whisper, but Angel heard it, and for one brief moment, forgot all of the problems between him and Spike, and remembered a time when they had almost been friends.
"Yeah. You know what's funny? Buffy isn't the most beautiful girl we have seen." Spike nodded his head in agreemement, having an idea what his grandsire was about to say. "But it doesn't matter. Something, I guess it is the love, but I think it might be more then that, makes me look at her and see a woman so goddamn sexy and amazing that it hurts to even look at her."
The vampires were silent a little longer, their thoughts running on the same wavelength (as they frequently do, often leading to their problems). "I think it might be the slayer in her. Look at Faith, I remember a time, before I loved Buffy, when I would have given up anything, probably even Dru just to get a quickie with that one. Bloody hell, it is probably some extra little power the P.T.B's threw in to help them beat us horny vamps. But Buffy, she really is something...." Spike finally voiced what they were both thinking, and the two slid back into the comfortable silence of a duo who has known each others for centuries.
Unaware of the vamps contemplating their beauty, the slayers quickly finished up the dusting of the newbies. "Thought they were pretty tough didn't they? Hot damn, I think these little pricks get more arrogant each year..." Faith hopped up onto a headstone, her chest heaving and the adrenaline pumping though her system. God how she loved a good fight. Her sister slayer was quiet, lost in thoughts that even the dusting hadn't helped. Faith ached for her pain, wanting to reach out, but unsure how. She had never been good at this girlfriend stuff, she had always been one of the boys.
"Look B, I know this stuff is crazy, and I know that you are probably getting tired of people telling you that it isn't that big of a deal, I mean to you, I am sure it is a big deal... I always did say you were too good for your own good. And as for the day that wasn't, just try and think of the fact that you and Angel did get your wishes granted, even if only for a day, most people would kill for that to happen. I know I would."
Buffy nodded slowly, lowering her body onto the ground and dangling her legs in the open cemetery plot. "I know, I shouldn't dwell, of all the super shitty things to happen, this is probably pretty close to the not-a- big-deal side, but still. But really, that isn't what I was thinking. I was thinking about the prophecy, the actual words. I am going to have a baby, and I will lose one of my loves. But the thing that gets me is that they will find love with my equal." Buffy's eyes were veiled as she watched Faith's reaction.
Faith's eyebrows knitted, and a look of confusion fell over her pretty features. "But Willow is a lesbian, unless the P.T.B plan on changing that."
Buffy shook her head, "I don't think they meant Willow. Honestly, I was doing some thinking, and I think it is going to be you." She held her hand up to stop Faith's protests. "Listen to me for a minute. I mean it, I think that you are going to be the one to love whomever it is that forgets. You were always my equal in everything Faith, even my goodness, no matter how hard you tried to quench it. I was always trying to keep from being bad, and you were always trying to keep from being good. What I want to ask you though is this, do you think you could love one of them? Love them like they deserve to be loved?"
Faith was silent as she weighed the thoughts in her mind. This wasn't an easy question, most of the time she thought that she was incapable of love. But memories of Angel being so kind to her in L.A, memories of the jealousy she had felt at the way Spike looked at Buffy, how he had been to Drusilla. "Yeah, I think I could definitely fall for one of them, in fact, I think I can see quite crystally how you managed to fall for both of them. They really aren't that different, no matter how much they would like to convince the world otherwise."
The slayers fell as silent as their vampire counterparts, all lost in their own thoughts.
A.N. I have no doubts that there are probably zero people still reading this story. The only excuse that I can offer myself is that the cancellation of Angel sent me into a Buffy depression, and I was unable to accomplish anything that had to do with this story. Sorry... maybe you guys will understand. But I do plan on finishing this story if it kills me.
There is something to be said for the beauty that lies within two females who are powerful, capable and confident of their abilities. Perfectly synchronized kicks, back flips and lunges. The violence might deter some, but for the two vampires who once scared the world, and practically created the fight and hunt, the beauty was like that of a winter storm befalling a peaceful valley. So dangerous and violent that the sheer beauty was enough to shatter your heart and take your breath away. Angel and Spike stood silently, from their vantadge point some 200 yards away from the slayers, their eyes never blinking, afraid to miss a single perfect move.
"Sometimes, when I watch her and she doesn't know it, I feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world for even fathoming that I am a tenth good enough for her. Usually, I feel like even if I was human and had never lifted a finger to harm another, I would still not come close to being worthy of her." Spike's voice was barely more then a whisper, but Angel heard it, and for one brief moment, forgot all of the problems between him and Spike, and remembered a time when they had almost been friends.
"Yeah. You know what's funny? Buffy isn't the most beautiful girl we have seen." Spike nodded his head in agreemement, having an idea what his grandsire was about to say. "But it doesn't matter. Something, I guess it is the love, but I think it might be more then that, makes me look at her and see a woman so goddamn sexy and amazing that it hurts to even look at her."
The vampires were silent a little longer, their thoughts running on the same wavelength (as they frequently do, often leading to their problems). "I think it might be the slayer in her. Look at Faith, I remember a time, before I loved Buffy, when I would have given up anything, probably even Dru just to get a quickie with that one. Bloody hell, it is probably some extra little power the P.T.B's threw in to help them beat us horny vamps. But Buffy, she really is something...." Spike finally voiced what they were both thinking, and the two slid back into the comfortable silence of a duo who has known each others for centuries.
Unaware of the vamps contemplating their beauty, the slayers quickly finished up the dusting of the newbies. "Thought they were pretty tough didn't they? Hot damn, I think these little pricks get more arrogant each year..." Faith hopped up onto a headstone, her chest heaving and the adrenaline pumping though her system. God how she loved a good fight. Her sister slayer was quiet, lost in thoughts that even the dusting hadn't helped. Faith ached for her pain, wanting to reach out, but unsure how. She had never been good at this girlfriend stuff, she had always been one of the boys.
"Look B, I know this stuff is crazy, and I know that you are probably getting tired of people telling you that it isn't that big of a deal, I mean to you, I am sure it is a big deal... I always did say you were too good for your own good. And as for the day that wasn't, just try and think of the fact that you and Angel did get your wishes granted, even if only for a day, most people would kill for that to happen. I know I would."
Buffy nodded slowly, lowering her body onto the ground and dangling her legs in the open cemetery plot. "I know, I shouldn't dwell, of all the super shitty things to happen, this is probably pretty close to the not-a- big-deal side, but still. But really, that isn't what I was thinking. I was thinking about the prophecy, the actual words. I am going to have a baby, and I will lose one of my loves. But the thing that gets me is that they will find love with my equal." Buffy's eyes were veiled as she watched Faith's reaction.
Faith's eyebrows knitted, and a look of confusion fell over her pretty features. "But Willow is a lesbian, unless the P.T.B plan on changing that."
Buffy shook her head, "I don't think they meant Willow. Honestly, I was doing some thinking, and I think it is going to be you." She held her hand up to stop Faith's protests. "Listen to me for a minute. I mean it, I think that you are going to be the one to love whomever it is that forgets. You were always my equal in everything Faith, even my goodness, no matter how hard you tried to quench it. I was always trying to keep from being bad, and you were always trying to keep from being good. What I want to ask you though is this, do you think you could love one of them? Love them like they deserve to be loved?"
Faith was silent as she weighed the thoughts in her mind. This wasn't an easy question, most of the time she thought that she was incapable of love. But memories of Angel being so kind to her in L.A, memories of the jealousy she had felt at the way Spike looked at Buffy, how he had been to Drusilla. "Yeah, I think I could definitely fall for one of them, in fact, I think I can see quite crystally how you managed to fall for both of them. They really aren't that different, no matter how much they would like to convince the world otherwise."
The slayers fell as silent as their vampire counterparts, all lost in their own thoughts.