Immortal Lovers

Chapter Two

The dawn cast its rays over the quiet town of Sunnydale, a small blonde in a black all in one walked confidently down the empty sidewalk her hair sweeping up into a frenzied cloud as the wind picked up pitch.

He was coming.

Her contacts had informed her of Giles's ritual, she was well informed when it came to the mystical loop maybe it was because they feared her. Her blood red lips curled up into a feline smile.

Fear was a good way to control.

She sniffed the air and smelled the warmth, the sun cascaded over skin making the coldness of it melt away and she closed her eyes as the wind settled to a gentle breeze which stroked gently at her pale face.

She lost herself in imagination and strong pale arms caressed her body, she whimpered softly feeling the emotions run through her as though it was real, but opening her eyes all that greeted her where the empty streets and the cries of birds overhead.

The sound of footsteps echoed to her right and she spotted a middle aged woman jogging not to far away, her stomach rumbled and her face tingled.

"Breakfast" she whispered and smiling headed after the woman.


Angel stood outside Giles's house, he was thankful for the present Giles had sent him a chain with a bewitched fragment of the Jem of Amara nestled within the pendant. It was apparently given to all of Buffy's minions until one in particular had met a dusty end.

He still couldn't believe that the most vicious killer in Sunnydale was the woman he loved, the woman who had given up things that mattered most to her so she could save the world.

The woman who would have risked everything to protect humanity.

And now she slaughtered and killed as though it was a mere sport.

It was so ironic that the tables had changed so dramatically. But he didn't know if he could help Giles, he didn't have Buffy's strength he knew that if he had to kill her that he wouldn't be able to.

Cursing whatever power of god that had put him in this situation he signaled for the others and made his way to the heavy wooden door knocking on it lightly.

It swung open to reveal a frustrated Giles, his face broke out into a grin of gratitude when he saw who his caller was stepping aside he motioned for Angel and the others to come in.


"Day times no fun" Willow pouted as she strolled down towards the park, she wasn't in her usual mood too many people where gathered about and she couldn't single anybody out to make a kill.

Even in the thumping heat of the day her skin remained perspiration free, the paleness of it unblemished by the rays that beat down on her. Her black leather dress molded to her skin and her knee high red leather stiletto boots clicked on the dusty sidewalk.

She wanted Xander; he usually lifted her mood considerably. She was just contemplating giving up when something caught her eye; narrowing then she recognized the figures instantly. One was Cordelia Chase, the other she recognized immediately as Oz...when had he returned and finally her gaze landed on none other than Angel.

She smiled when the three of them spotted her, looks like she was going to have some fun after all.

Angel noticed Willow as soon as they entered the park, he'd been listening to Oz tell them about his summons from Giles and had suddenly become aware they were being watched.

The change in her was astonishing; she was for lack of a better word beautiful and blossomed. The black leather contrasted greatly with the paleness of her skin and the vivid red of her boots and it made her pale skin glow with vitality.

Even though the thought was sick Angel conceded that being undead suited Miss Rosenberg.

He noticed Oz's reaction when he spotted her the sadness that echoed in his eyes, it matched his own but he had no time to elaborate on that before she was upon them her lips curled up in a scarlet smile.

"Hello puppy" she purred her gaze fixed solely on Angel; he felt the seduction roll off her in waves and knew it would be worse when he came face to face with her sire.

"Willow" he acknowledged and her smile grew, turning she rested her gaze on Oz and she winked at him. Angel felt Oz stiffen beside him and felt an overwhelming feeling of pity for the younger man.

"Baby" she murmured her voice all husky causing Oz to shiver lightly she reached out and traced his skin with her cool hands and Angel watched the skin pucker with goose pimples.

Angel was about to utter something when a sardonic voice cut in behind him.

"Well the dark prince returns" he recognized the voice immediately and turned to face two men one of whom was Xander Harris the other a man who he hated with passion.

Dracula.

He had to work hard to stop himself from pouncing on the smarmy looking man, who in turn was smirking at him.

"I told you the poof was here" another voice cut in and Spike emerged next to Willow tracing a hand over her collar bone and she moaned softly.

"I knew you weren't loyal to Giles you traitor" Cordelia spat at him causing him to smirk.

"Do you let all men paw at her Xander" Angel questioned and saw the other man clench his fists then relax giving a look of feigned indifference.

"She's my girl still Angel, if she wasn't the way she was then she wouldn't be any fun but then the same could be said of you. Do you always leave your girl alone so that the first man to charm her steals away her soul" he countered.

Touché Angel conceded again trying to regain control on his raging temper; they all knew how to push his buttons.

"I never left her, not willingly it was for her own good" he answered.

Dracula laughed a rich baritone sound that made Angel want to shudder, he really wanted to hit him to punish him with everything he had in him to use but he stayed his anger.

"You left her because you are selfish" Dracula scorned.

"How would you know" Angel retorted "it's not like you know how to love and selfishness you're a master of it you probably only wanted her so you could dominate her like you always do, I bet the slayer provided a real challenge to you."

"Not really" was the calm reply.

"She was eager for me to make her mine."

"I don't believe you" Angel shot back he couldn't believe that the bubbly vivacious woman who had stolen his heart who resided in his soul would willingly give herself up to evil.

"Oh but it's true" a voice purred from behind him.

Angel froze his entire body ceased to function, that voice. He could die a thousand deaths spend eternity in the fiery pits of hell and despair and yet he would never forget it. It had haunted his dreams, taunted him with forbidden promises and now it rolled over his senses like honey.

As if in slow motion he turned his body his eyes resting to the position where the voice had came from, and there she stood in all her beautiful splendor.

Buffy Summers!

"Hello Lover" she purred.


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