Title: Salvage
Author: Edel
Summary: see prologue…
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Spoilers: Angel episode "Salvage"
Author's Note:Sorry I haven't updated in ages, but I've been swamped with so many new fic ideas, and I've been busy trying to get started on writing them all down, or else I know I'll forget the plotlines I have for them. Also, big thank you to Sarah for betaing this chapter for me on short notice! Love ya forever chica!
Chapter 2
Haven't slept in a week
My bed has become my coffin
Cannot breath, cannot speak
My head's like a bomb, still waiting
Take my heart and take my soul
I don't need them anymore
The one I love
Is striking me down on my knees
The one I love
Drowning me in my dreams
The one I love
Over and over again
Dragging me under
"The One I Love" by The Rasmus
Faith slowly looked over at the wide-eyed Slayer.
"What... but, I thought you knew," she said, confused. Buffy sighed.
"I knew, in my heart," she whispered, lost in thought.
"Huh?" Faith interrupted her thoughts, confused. Buffy shook her head.
"I... had a dream. Last night," Buffy began.
"Oh... one of those special dreams reserved only for Slayers?" Faith interrupted. Buffy nodded.
"Well, Angel was in my dream, only he wasn't himself, he was... him. And he kinda gave me a cryptic message on how to kill the Beast, so I came, I slew, all's right in the world again," Buffy finished.
"Except for... Wes?"
"About that," Buffy interrupted. "I know it was harsh of me to just leave without him, the only thing is he wasn't there when I arrived, so-"
"No!" Faith said. "Wes! There he is!" She pointed to a figure limping on the pavement. Buffy pulled over the jeep, and escorted the ex-Watcher into the back seat.
"How ya doing, Wes?" Faith asked as Buffy set off again.
"Been better," Wes groaned. "What are you doing in LA, Buffy?" Buffy met his gaze in the rear-view mirror.
"I'll tell all when we get inside," she told him, as she pulled up none too gently outside the Hyperion.
"Right. Here we are," she sighed.
In the Hyperion, Fred, Gunn and Lorne were answering the never silent phones. Connor was with Cordelia in her room. Suddenly, the front doors of the hotel were kicked open, and a petite, blonde woman entered with Wes, both supporting Faith.
"Who are you? What did you do to them?" Gunn demanded.
"I'm Buffy, the vampire Slayer, and this is a result of Angelus' doing." They looked guiltily at each other. "By the way," Buffy added, "how the hell did he get loose!"
When all the wounds had been tended to and they were comfortably seated on the large sofa in the foyer, Buffy began her assault again.
"Well?" she started. "How did all of this happen?" Before any of them could speak, a voice sounded from above.
"He experienced a moment of true happiness with me, of course." Buffy narrowed her eyes, and craned her neck to see the figure standing at the top of the stairs.
"Well, well. If it isn't Queen C. You know sweetie, I think you're getting pudgy around the edges," Buffy sneered. Cordelia looked down at her swelling body, and glared at the Slayer.
"You just jealous 'cause I have a chest and womanly curves," Cordelia replied mockingly.
"And blonde? Puh-lease, you think Angel will fall for you if you try to look like me?" Buffy continued, seemingly unfazed by Cordelia's insult.
"I don't think, I know," Cordelia said, smiling coldly. The others, with the exception of Faith, stared open-mouthed at Cordelia. They had never really seen the bitchy side of her before. Buffy's triumphant grin fell from her lips for less than a second, but Faith witnessed it, and comfortingly placed a hand on her sister Slayer's arm. Buffy smiled coldly, getting some of her nerve back.
"Ha! You really think that I'm gonna believe that Angel would sleep with some other blonde, especially you?" Buffy said coldly, getting some of her nerve back.
"Well, what would you call his liaison with my mother?" Buffy turned to see a tall, lanky boy about Dawn's age jump from the banister on the first floor to land gracefully on his feet near her. As he slowly approached, her voice returned to her.
"W-who are you?" she asked, dreading the answer. He raised his chin defiantly.
"I'm Angel's son."
TBC...