Title: Iron Fisted 9/13
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R (for some naughty language)
Summary: The follow on from 'Silver Tongued'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
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Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
You ever love someone so much you thought your little heart was gonna break in two?
I didn't think so.
You ever tried with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?
I wanna hope so.
You ever pray with all your heart and soul just to watch her walk away?
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Feel like crying, feel like crying.
You ever toss and turn your lying awake and thinking about the one you love?
I don't think so.
You ever close your eyes your making believe your holding the one your dreaming of?
Well if you say so.
I hurts so bad when you finally know just how low, low, low, low, low, she'll go.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing
Feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh. Feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh, feel like crying, feel like crying.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
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It was a perfect night for sitting alone in the graveyard. Earlier on two fledgling vampires had the misfortune of mistaking Buffy for an easy meal. The Darwinian learning curve in Sunnydale was brutal for both the living and the demonic alike.
Sitting on a tombstone, the cool night air still and quiet, Buffy was engaged in a rare moment of introspection when she sensed a familiar presence.
"Angel." She acknowledged without turning.
"Buffy."
Angel watched Buffy fidget with her stake for a minute or so.
"What's wrong?" he asked, having a fair idea what was troubling her.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
Buffy had gotten off the tombstone and was pacing.
"The night that I died. I always thought that you were the knight in shining armour come down to rescue me and that Xander just tagged along. But it turns out that Xander was my white knight who had to drag you kicking and screaming to save me."
"Buffy, I wasn't..." Angel started to object but Buffy cut him off.
"Save it. I just wanna know why you never told me."
"You never asked."
Buffy gave a little half laugh.
"Yeah, I never asked and you never told and I throw it in Xander's face just to make you jealous. And of course let's not forget me nearly beating Xander to death for something that wasn't his fault.
"It's no wonder Willow hardly speaks to me anymore and a miracle that Xander still does." Buffy stopped pacing and looked directly at Angel.
"I've been stupid and my stupidity has caused Xander and Willow so much pain and cost me the best friends I'll ever have. Do you have any idea what it's been like since Halloween? I feel... hollow. I drift around school surrounded by so many people but I feel like I'm all alone, that I can't connect to anyone. There's no laughter, no warmth, nothing that makes me feel human instead of just a machine... just a Slayer.
"I need them. I need them in my life again. I need their laughter and warmth and friendship and support and I will do anything to earn it back."
"And us?" Angel asked the question knowing he would not like the answer.
"I need your support too." A pause. "And your friendship."
Friendship. Not love, just friendship.
It didn't matter that he knew it would come to this. It didn't matter if you were a 16 year old boy or a 240 year old vampire.
It still hurt.
Angel nodded, accepting his hurt and his new place in Buffy's life. With scarcely a sound Angel turned and departed, fading into the night's shadows.
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"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Willow hyperventilated. She had been power freaking since Xander caught her and Cordelia together. Cordelia grabbed hold of the redhead and tried to calm her down.
"Willow, calm down... just calm down for a bit. It'll be alright."
"Alright? How can it be alright? I cheated on him! He saw us and he ran! He hates me!"
"He doesn't hate you! Let's just calm down and..."
Willow shrugged off Cordelia's hold and grabbed her shirt.
"I gotta find him!" declared Willow as she pulled on her shirt. Cordelia struggled to pull her dress up with one hand and try to slow Willow down with the other.
"Slow down! Damn it! Will you just stop and wait for a second!"
Willow slipped her grasp and raced for the bedroom door only to barrel straight into Xander and get knocked to the floor as he came back into the bedroom. He looked down at her sprawled on the floor.
"You OK?" a concerned Xander asked. Willow scrabbled off the floor and launched herself at him, latching hold and crying into his chest.
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Forgive me! Please!" she begged.
Pulling her off him, Xander looked at Willow in puzzlement.
"Forgive you? What the hell do I need to forgive you for?"
"For cheating on you with Cordelia! God! You must hate me!"
"Hate you? I don't hate you."
"But you ran! You saw us kissing and you ran!"
"Of course I ran! I ran to lock the front door and unhook the phone 'cause there's no way I wanna miss the show!"
Willow was confused, her mind unable to process the rapid turn of events.
Cordelia, however, had no such problem. A huge sexy smile spread across her face and she sauntered over to him.
She ran a finger down his chest.
"Miss the show? Don't worry, you can't have a show without its leading man." She moved up close to him causing Xander to nearly go cross eyed at his close proximity to her lace covered breasts.
"Wanna be a star?" she whispered in his ear then nibbled on his ear lobe.
Xander's knees buckled at the sensation. Gazing over at Willow he saw the look of fear and sadness replaced by one of lust and desire as she joined them and began nibbling on his other ear.
"Oh God I love showbiz!" he moaned.
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R (for some naughty language)
Summary: The follow on from 'Silver Tongued'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
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Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
You ever love someone so much you thought your little heart was gonna break in two?
I didn't think so.
You ever tried with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?
I wanna hope so.
You ever pray with all your heart and soul just to watch her walk away?
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Feel like crying, feel like crying.
You ever toss and turn your lying awake and thinking about the one you love?
I don't think so.
You ever close your eyes your making believe your holding the one your dreaming of?
Well if you say so.
I hurts so bad when you finally know just how low, low, low, low, low, she'll go.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
Baby did a bad bad thing
Feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh. Feel like crying, feel like crying.
Ohh, feel like crying, feel like crying.
Baby did a bad bad thing,
Baby did a bad bad thing.
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It was a perfect night for sitting alone in the graveyard. Earlier on two fledgling vampires had the misfortune of mistaking Buffy for an easy meal. The Darwinian learning curve in Sunnydale was brutal for both the living and the demonic alike.
Sitting on a tombstone, the cool night air still and quiet, Buffy was engaged in a rare moment of introspection when she sensed a familiar presence.
"Angel." She acknowledged without turning.
"Buffy."
Angel watched Buffy fidget with her stake for a minute or so.
"What's wrong?" he asked, having a fair idea what was troubling her.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
Buffy had gotten off the tombstone and was pacing.
"The night that I died. I always thought that you were the knight in shining armour come down to rescue me and that Xander just tagged along. But it turns out that Xander was my white knight who had to drag you kicking and screaming to save me."
"Buffy, I wasn't..." Angel started to object but Buffy cut him off.
"Save it. I just wanna know why you never told me."
"You never asked."
Buffy gave a little half laugh.
"Yeah, I never asked and you never told and I throw it in Xander's face just to make you jealous. And of course let's not forget me nearly beating Xander to death for something that wasn't his fault.
"It's no wonder Willow hardly speaks to me anymore and a miracle that Xander still does." Buffy stopped pacing and looked directly at Angel.
"I've been stupid and my stupidity has caused Xander and Willow so much pain and cost me the best friends I'll ever have. Do you have any idea what it's been like since Halloween? I feel... hollow. I drift around school surrounded by so many people but I feel like I'm all alone, that I can't connect to anyone. There's no laughter, no warmth, nothing that makes me feel human instead of just a machine... just a Slayer.
"I need them. I need them in my life again. I need their laughter and warmth and friendship and support and I will do anything to earn it back."
"And us?" Angel asked the question knowing he would not like the answer.
"I need your support too." A pause. "And your friendship."
Friendship. Not love, just friendship.
It didn't matter that he knew it would come to this. It didn't matter if you were a 16 year old boy or a 240 year old vampire.
It still hurt.
Angel nodded, accepting his hurt and his new place in Buffy's life. With scarcely a sound Angel turned and departed, fading into the night's shadows.
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"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Willow hyperventilated. She had been power freaking since Xander caught her and Cordelia together. Cordelia grabbed hold of the redhead and tried to calm her down.
"Willow, calm down... just calm down for a bit. It'll be alright."
"Alright? How can it be alright? I cheated on him! He saw us and he ran! He hates me!"
"He doesn't hate you! Let's just calm down and..."
Willow shrugged off Cordelia's hold and grabbed her shirt.
"I gotta find him!" declared Willow as she pulled on her shirt. Cordelia struggled to pull her dress up with one hand and try to slow Willow down with the other.
"Slow down! Damn it! Will you just stop and wait for a second!"
Willow slipped her grasp and raced for the bedroom door only to barrel straight into Xander and get knocked to the floor as he came back into the bedroom. He looked down at her sprawled on the floor.
"You OK?" a concerned Xander asked. Willow scrabbled off the floor and launched herself at him, latching hold and crying into his chest.
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! Forgive me! Please!" she begged.
Pulling her off him, Xander looked at Willow in puzzlement.
"Forgive you? What the hell do I need to forgive you for?"
"For cheating on you with Cordelia! God! You must hate me!"
"Hate you? I don't hate you."
"But you ran! You saw us kissing and you ran!"
"Of course I ran! I ran to lock the front door and unhook the phone 'cause there's no way I wanna miss the show!"
Willow was confused, her mind unable to process the rapid turn of events.
Cordelia, however, had no such problem. A huge sexy smile spread across her face and she sauntered over to him.
She ran a finger down his chest.
"Miss the show? Don't worry, you can't have a show without its leading man." She moved up close to him causing Xander to nearly go cross eyed at his close proximity to her lace covered breasts.
"Wanna be a star?" she whispered in his ear then nibbled on his ear lobe.
Xander's knees buckled at the sensation. Gazing over at Willow he saw the look of fear and sadness replaced by one of lust and desire as she joined them and began nibbling on his other ear.
"Oh God I love showbiz!" he moaned.