Title: The Distance Between Us
Author: NABELLETHEY (The Beffster)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. You hear that? I don't own anything, except this idea which is the property of me and me only! But other than that I own nada...not even the computer I'm writing this on... :S
Summary: crossover with Buffy the vampire slayer and The Lord of The Rings at the end of season 3 in BTVS and just before the attack at Weathertop in LOTR.
WARNING: Angel is in this story and it will be B/A romance and angst. Any Legolas dissing is an accident it's just my personal feelings about him being a pansy coming to the fore.....if you find any unfair descriptions, actions etc. tell me and I'll correct 'em! I don't mean to offend anyone but spit happens! R and R please but no flames and stuff I'm a sensitive writer. (except to Legolas teehee!)
Chapter 4
"We'll tell you while we're walking, otherwise we'll never get to see Lord Elmo of...Riverdale...Riv...yeah!" Buffy said.
Strider accepted this, and choosing to ignore the fact that she did not know of his home, or Lord Elrond's name, started to pack the pony up with things. He himself only carried a sword and two daggers. When everyone was ready to start on their six day journey to Rivendell, Strider started asking questions, simple ones at first then harder ones as he tried to understand the new arrivals.
"Who are you exactly?"
"I'm Buffy Summers, eighteen years old, brought up in Los Angeles, live in Sunnydale."
"Angel. Just Angel."
"Strider. This is Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took and Samwise Gamgee, hobbits of the shire."
"Hobbits?" Angel asked then, something came back to him.
"This is not good." He stated
"What isn't?" Buffy and Strider asked at the same time.
"A while ago, I read this book by Tolkien. It had just come out during the 1960's. It's called 'The Lord of The Rings' it's about an event in Middle Earth, where we are now, I presume."
Strider nodded.
"Well, it's about the Fellowship of the Ring and their travels to destroy the 'one', evil ring. Hobbits, elves, dwarves, men, orcs and goblins. It's all coming back."
"So we're stuck in a book?"
"It seems so"
"Anya, I am going to kill you!" Buffy shouted to the sky
"Beggin' your pardon, miss. But who is 'Anya'?"
"She's a...demon-turned-friend...sorta"
"A demon? You befriended a demon?" Strider asked, aghast at the idea. Demons were evil beings bent on the destruction of all that is good, how could they befriend something so...well...evil?
"Suddenly not feeling so good." Buffy stated.
Her vision was swimming and her head was throbbing with such intensity that she didn't know how she was still standing. Suddenly she wasn't. She felt like her head was splitting in two as something invaded her mind. It probed and questioned, stealing her thoughts, her memories, every detail of her existence. She felt him, inside her head and she couldn't handle it. She shuddered, every ounce of her energy spent on trying to get him out. The great eye. It was there, torturing her, bribing her, wanting her. She couldn't breathe. She clutched at her head and screamed in pain.
Suddenly, Angel and Strider were at her side, kneeling on the forest floor, trying to talk to her, calm her down, anything to stop her pain. The hobbits hung back, terrified and unsure of what to do. They looked at each other stepping closer then retreating again.
"Buffy? Buffy? Whats's wrong. Buffy calm down!"
He tried to pull her arms down from her head but she didn't let him. She was writhing on the ground in pain. Angel couldn't do anything. His eyes were wide with panic and he didn't know what to do, he looked at Strider, he was trying not to panic as well but failing almost as badly. Buffy stopped moaning, as if her pain could no longer be expressed in sounds but her mouth still wide in an attempt to either get air or scream again. She clutched at her face, scratching down her cheeks from her temples to the bottom of her cheekbones. She lifted her head up then slumped back, lying on her back. She looked up at Angel and Strider, their faces shadowed as they looked down at her. She gasped for air but unable to take any in. Tears came out of the intense pain in her eyes. She slumped and lost consciousness.
Angel took her hands, shaking her to wake up. When she didn't he started calling her name.
"Buffy? Buffy wake up! It's over, come on, my love, come back to me...Buffy?" he finished quietly when she did not respond. Tears were in his eyes. The last look she had given him before she had lost consciousness. That look of intense anguish, torture and fear. He knew that look only too well, it was the look many of Angelus' victims had given him as he ended their life. But Buffy wasn't dead...was she?
Uh oh cliffy!!!!!!! But I wont keep you waiting if ppl review it now will i?
Author: NABELLETHEY (The Beffster)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. You hear that? I don't own anything, except this idea which is the property of me and me only! But other than that I own nada...not even the computer I'm writing this on... :S
Summary: crossover with Buffy the vampire slayer and The Lord of The Rings at the end of season 3 in BTVS and just before the attack at Weathertop in LOTR.
WARNING: Angel is in this story and it will be B/A romance and angst. Any Legolas dissing is an accident it's just my personal feelings about him being a pansy coming to the fore.....if you find any unfair descriptions, actions etc. tell me and I'll correct 'em! I don't mean to offend anyone but spit happens! R and R please but no flames and stuff I'm a sensitive writer. (except to Legolas teehee!)
Chapter 4
"We'll tell you while we're walking, otherwise we'll never get to see Lord Elmo of...Riverdale...Riv...yeah!" Buffy said.
Strider accepted this, and choosing to ignore the fact that she did not know of his home, or Lord Elrond's name, started to pack the pony up with things. He himself only carried a sword and two daggers. When everyone was ready to start on their six day journey to Rivendell, Strider started asking questions, simple ones at first then harder ones as he tried to understand the new arrivals.
"Who are you exactly?"
"I'm Buffy Summers, eighteen years old, brought up in Los Angeles, live in Sunnydale."
"Angel. Just Angel."
"Strider. This is Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took and Samwise Gamgee, hobbits of the shire."
"Hobbits?" Angel asked then, something came back to him.
"This is not good." He stated
"What isn't?" Buffy and Strider asked at the same time.
"A while ago, I read this book by Tolkien. It had just come out during the 1960's. It's called 'The Lord of The Rings' it's about an event in Middle Earth, where we are now, I presume."
Strider nodded.
"Well, it's about the Fellowship of the Ring and their travels to destroy the 'one', evil ring. Hobbits, elves, dwarves, men, orcs and goblins. It's all coming back."
"So we're stuck in a book?"
"It seems so"
"Anya, I am going to kill you!" Buffy shouted to the sky
"Beggin' your pardon, miss. But who is 'Anya'?"
"She's a...demon-turned-friend...sorta"
"A demon? You befriended a demon?" Strider asked, aghast at the idea. Demons were evil beings bent on the destruction of all that is good, how could they befriend something so...well...evil?
"Suddenly not feeling so good." Buffy stated.
Her vision was swimming and her head was throbbing with such intensity that she didn't know how she was still standing. Suddenly she wasn't. She felt like her head was splitting in two as something invaded her mind. It probed and questioned, stealing her thoughts, her memories, every detail of her existence. She felt him, inside her head and she couldn't handle it. She shuddered, every ounce of her energy spent on trying to get him out. The great eye. It was there, torturing her, bribing her, wanting her. She couldn't breathe. She clutched at her head and screamed in pain.
Suddenly, Angel and Strider were at her side, kneeling on the forest floor, trying to talk to her, calm her down, anything to stop her pain. The hobbits hung back, terrified and unsure of what to do. They looked at each other stepping closer then retreating again.
"Buffy? Buffy? Whats's wrong. Buffy calm down!"
He tried to pull her arms down from her head but she didn't let him. She was writhing on the ground in pain. Angel couldn't do anything. His eyes were wide with panic and he didn't know what to do, he looked at Strider, he was trying not to panic as well but failing almost as badly. Buffy stopped moaning, as if her pain could no longer be expressed in sounds but her mouth still wide in an attempt to either get air or scream again. She clutched at her face, scratching down her cheeks from her temples to the bottom of her cheekbones. She lifted her head up then slumped back, lying on her back. She looked up at Angel and Strider, their faces shadowed as they looked down at her. She gasped for air but unable to take any in. Tears came out of the intense pain in her eyes. She slumped and lost consciousness.
Angel took her hands, shaking her to wake up. When she didn't he started calling her name.
"Buffy? Buffy wake up! It's over, come on, my love, come back to me...Buffy?" he finished quietly when she did not respond. Tears were in his eyes. The last look she had given him before she had lost consciousness. That look of intense anguish, torture and fear. He knew that look only too well, it was the look many of Angelus' victims had given him as he ended their life. But Buffy wasn't dead...was she?
Uh oh cliffy!!!!!!! But I wont keep you waiting if ppl review it now will i?