A/N: Wow, did I let this story die, or what? Here's my sad attempt to
get it going again. I'm having a strange desire to have more than one
finished story posted on here. Thanks for all the feedback I've
recieved!
Spike flipped past a few more entries and stopped when he landed on one that mentioned Dru in the first line. Interested in what the Slayer would have to say about her, Spike settled further back into the chair and mindlessly reached for his flask. With a small glance to the sleeping girl on Buffy's bed, he lost himself in the diary.
Dear Diary,
It all started with this dream I had on my birthday. Drucilla was alive, and she killed Angel. Right in front of me. I wigged big time, but Angel managed to calm me down by reminding me that I'd also had a dream about opening an office supply warehouse in Vegas with Giles. I guess I'd better be more careful about what I eat before going to bed. It turned out that my dream wasn't just any dream. Nope. It was a bona-fide Slayer dream, to use a Xander word. Spike and Dru were back, even after I'd dropped a church on them. Well, ok, an organ, but the church followed. What does it take to kill them?
There it was, my birthday, and Angel's life was in danger. It just figures I guess. Nothing else about me is normal, so why should my birthday be any different? We caught on to Spike and Dru's plan at my surprise birthday party, which Angel and my friends had decided to throw before Spike and Dru rose from those church ashes. Wills invited Oz...I mean she actually asked him out on a date! I was so proud of her. On the downside, he found out that I was the Slayer. There was actually someone who didn't know!
Anyway, I had been fighting one of Dru's lackys outside the Bronze when we crashed my surprise party. Lieterally, we cam in through the wall. At least I know how to make an entrance. That was when we discovered their plan, all to do with an arm in a box. The arm was a piece to this demon guy called the Judge. Apparently, he was able to burn the humanity out of, well, humanity.
Angel decided that he was the only one who could get the box out of town and fast. We got ambushed by some of Spike and Dru's guys at the docks, and they made off with the Judge's arm after tossing me into water. Before we were rudely interuppted, Angel gave me a ring. A Claddagh ring. He told me that to wear it on your right hand, with the heart facing inwards meant that you belonged to someone. He showed me his ring, with the heart pointed inward. I started to cry about that point. I was so sure he was going to tell me that he loved me, but we did get interruppted.
We headed back to the library to let Giles know what was going on. After another horrible dream while the others were doing more research, I figured it out. Angel and I headed to the factory to do recon, while the others went looking for boxes. Xander was less than thrilled about having to camp out at the bus depot. We were trying to stop the Judge from getting assembled, but too little, too late, I guess. We were busted at his coming out party, and he would have killed us if Angel hadn't got us out through the sewers. We made our way to Angel's apartment, the closest safe place we could think of .
Suddenly, we sized the moment. We had been slowly progressing to that point, and it was the most beautiful, loving experience of my life. Angel was so gentle, and I'll never have another night like that. Which is why I regret every single second of it. Because of me, of being with me, Angel's lost his soul. He's not the Angel I love anymore, as the demon that's wearing his face delighted in telling me.
Now that Angel is playing for the other team, we really had to find a way to stop the Judge. It was at this point, I discovered that Ms. Calendar was really a gyspsy woman sent to make sure that Angel was still sufferring and his soul remained. She did a hell of a job. Xander came up with a plan that involved sneaking into the local armory with Cordy, and they stole me a rocket launcher. We blue the Judge into itty bitty pieces, but it was not all good times. I couldn't kill Angel. I don't know if it makes me feel better or worse, and I don't think I want to know. I told Angel the same thing I've told everyone else. Just give me time.
Spike flipped past a few more entries and stopped when he landed on one that mentioned Dru in the first line. Interested in what the Slayer would have to say about her, Spike settled further back into the chair and mindlessly reached for his flask. With a small glance to the sleeping girl on Buffy's bed, he lost himself in the diary.
Dear Diary,
It all started with this dream I had on my birthday. Drucilla was alive, and she killed Angel. Right in front of me. I wigged big time, but Angel managed to calm me down by reminding me that I'd also had a dream about opening an office supply warehouse in Vegas with Giles. I guess I'd better be more careful about what I eat before going to bed. It turned out that my dream wasn't just any dream. Nope. It was a bona-fide Slayer dream, to use a Xander word. Spike and Dru were back, even after I'd dropped a church on them. Well, ok, an organ, but the church followed. What does it take to kill them?
There it was, my birthday, and Angel's life was in danger. It just figures I guess. Nothing else about me is normal, so why should my birthday be any different? We caught on to Spike and Dru's plan at my surprise birthday party, which Angel and my friends had decided to throw before Spike and Dru rose from those church ashes. Wills invited Oz...I mean she actually asked him out on a date! I was so proud of her. On the downside, he found out that I was the Slayer. There was actually someone who didn't know!
Anyway, I had been fighting one of Dru's lackys outside the Bronze when we crashed my surprise party. Lieterally, we cam in through the wall. At least I know how to make an entrance. That was when we discovered their plan, all to do with an arm in a box. The arm was a piece to this demon guy called the Judge. Apparently, he was able to burn the humanity out of, well, humanity.
Angel decided that he was the only one who could get the box out of town and fast. We got ambushed by some of Spike and Dru's guys at the docks, and they made off with the Judge's arm after tossing me into water. Before we were rudely interuppted, Angel gave me a ring. A Claddagh ring. He told me that to wear it on your right hand, with the heart facing inwards meant that you belonged to someone. He showed me his ring, with the heart pointed inward. I started to cry about that point. I was so sure he was going to tell me that he loved me, but we did get interruppted.
We headed back to the library to let Giles know what was going on. After another horrible dream while the others were doing more research, I figured it out. Angel and I headed to the factory to do recon, while the others went looking for boxes. Xander was less than thrilled about having to camp out at the bus depot. We were trying to stop the Judge from getting assembled, but too little, too late, I guess. We were busted at his coming out party, and he would have killed us if Angel hadn't got us out through the sewers. We made our way to Angel's apartment, the closest safe place we could think of .
Suddenly, we sized the moment. We had been slowly progressing to that point, and it was the most beautiful, loving experience of my life. Angel was so gentle, and I'll never have another night like that. Which is why I regret every single second of it. Because of me, of being with me, Angel's lost his soul. He's not the Angel I love anymore, as the demon that's wearing his face delighted in telling me.
Now that Angel is playing for the other team, we really had to find a way to stop the Judge. It was at this point, I discovered that Ms. Calendar was really a gyspsy woman sent to make sure that Angel was still sufferring and his soul remained. She did a hell of a job. Xander came up with a plan that involved sneaking into the local armory with Cordy, and they stole me a rocket launcher. We blue the Judge into itty bitty pieces, but it was not all good times. I couldn't kill Angel. I don't know if it makes me feel better or worse, and I don't think I want to know. I told Angel the same thing I've told everyone else. Just give me time.