Summary: It's 1968 and Angel has found a moment of perfect happiness. Just what it means for Buffy remains to be seen. Not happy with the title, so this may change. Will take place at the beginning of Buffy/Season 2, but will deviate from original story line. Almost totally AU. Buffy/Angelus
Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. I'm just doing this for fun, and hopefully entertainment
Her mysterious helper led her to his car, a convertible no less. Well, no worries about the sun at night. There was so much she wanted to ask him, but didn't know where to start. Actually, she was a little afraid to start.
He looked over at her. Gods, she was beautiful. And her face was an open book, all her thoughts and emotions were playing across her features, making her look like everything from vulnerable to defiant to so damn sexy it took all his will power to not pull the car over, throw her in the back seat and fuck her until she begged for mercy and then fuck her ten times more. With those thoughts he couldn't stop the growl that emanated from deep within his chest as he shifted to ease his discomfort.
Jumping at the sound, Buffy looked over at him. "Are you okay?"
"No, but it doesn't matter right now. Why don't you just ask me what you want to know?" He asked sharply. Denying himself was something he was not use to and it was making him a bit grouchy.
A little snappy there. She felt for the stake she carried in her coat lining.
"You won't need that Buff. Just ask me." He said a little more patiently.
"Okay." She wasn't sure where to begin. "Alright, who are you? Like, what's your name? And where did you come from?"
The name, he'd hold back on Angelus for a little while. "The name's Angel. It used to be Liam back when I was human, but I go by Angel now. Originally I hail from Ireland, but that was a very long time ago."
"Angel." She allowed the name to roll off her tongue. "Are you? My angel, I mean?" Oh my god! Where did that come from? She was shamelessly flirting with a demon.
He pulled the car over and cocked his head to one side as he looked at her. "Yes. I am yours. And slayer, you are mine. Once you accept that, all things will fall into place. I know you already feel it, you just have to get past the intellect of it." He smiled a predatory smile. "Now what other questions do you have for me?"
She was speechless for a moment. What did he mean? What did it all mean? This had been a hell of a day and it was only getting weirder by the moment. Okay, stop with the histrionics and just get on with it. He's trying to fuck with your mind. Don't bite; just ask him what you need to know.
"Okay, whatever." She took a deep breath and continued. "So, how old are you?" She inwardly moaned, what a lame question, only a teenager would ask that.
With a sidelong glance, he answered. "I was turned when I was 24, not quite 250 years ago."
"Are you serious? Except for the master I don't think I've ever met a vampire that old before. I have to say, you aged much better."
He laughed. "You may have met another one older than me. Darla, a selfish, vapid blond bitch. Never far from the master."
"Oh yeah. I remember her. She turned our friend. How do you know her? Or do all vampires over 200 belong to some kind of centennial club. You know, meet once a decade. Catch up on technological advances…all that kind of cool stuff."
He ignored her rant. "She was my sire. And the master was hers."
"The master was your grand-sire? He killed me once." She stated simply.
"Yeah, he was my grand-sire and yeah, I knew he killed you. Once. But here you are and that bastard is dead."
"Why are you doing this? Helping me?"
Angelus turned towards Buffy and put his hands on her shoulders, feeling the current pass between them. "Can't seem to stop myself. I'm a demon Buff, yet all my natural instincts are put on hold when I'm near you. And when I'm not, those same instincts refuse to kick in because you might find out and hate me. It's like I'm fucking neutered. I should hate you for this, I'm living on fucking bagged blood, but all I want is to be with you, touch you, fuck you."
"I…I…don't…" Buffy was stammering again. Jeez, I think I'm gonna faint, she thought.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Once more, not really a question but a statement she mused.
Buffy reached out to touch his face. "Yes, I feel it. Okay, so not the demon part or the bagged blood. But I'm so drawn to you. I feel things I've never felt before. It's like I've been waiting for you and I just didn't know it until now. And by the way, I am totally glad you aren't killing people. I would really hate to have to kill you."
Angelus sat back and put his hands on his head. "What the fuck is this. The past 80 years have been a little strange for me but they have nothing on the past couple of days." He sat up and started the car. "Let's go meet your watcher, shall we?"
"Angel? Let's keep this between us for now, okay? I'm sure Giles would pop a vessel if he knew about this…what is it? Relationship?"
"I'm in agreement, for now. I'd hate to have to kill him." She looked at him, trying to gauge his intent. "And Buff? Anyone who tries to come between us? I will put an end to them." With that last nugget, he started the car.
This was unprecedented. A vampire, a soulless demon helping a slayer and her watcher. Something wasn't right. The way he was looking at Buffy…and the way she was looking at him, so unsettling. But the information he had given them seemed to be genuine. It was all more than a little overwhelming for Rupert Giles. This was certainly a year he'd not soon forget.
"Well, Angel is it? Yes, well. Why would these two vampires wish to resurrect this demon? As you so eloquently stated, it would be an end to meals on the run." Giles was more than curious about his motivations.
"Drusilla's crazy. Totally insane. What drives her, no one will ever know. As for Spike? He does whatever his little Dru wants.He's her lap dog, always has been." As he spoke, he never took his eyes from Buffy for more than a second or two.
Buffy herself had a difficult time looking away. Angel's deep chocolate eyes kept drawing her in deeper and deeper until she felt totally lost.
"This will call for some research. Let's see if Willow and Xander can spend some time tomorrow. I know its Saturday but perhaps you can persuade them, Buffy. And Willow can bring her contraption and search the internet for information."
"That contraption is a computer Giles." She looked over at Angelus and rolled her eyes. "Welcome to the 21st century. It's barely ten so I guess I can swing by the Bronze again and talk to Willow and Xander. I'm sure they'll be up for it."
Giles looked over to the intimidating vampire standing in his living room. Things were never quite by the book where his slayer was involved.
Oh well, might as well use the demon if he were willing to really help. He was sure Buffy had an idea of what she was doing. "Angel, do you think you might be able to find out a bit more regarding when they plan on waking Acathla?"
"Sure watcher. I'll see what I can find out." Angelus was feeling distracted and he didn't like it. He needed to be alone with Buffy and this was a perfect opportunity. "I'll check out Willie's, he's usually a font of information." He looked over at Buffy. "Want to swing by with me?"
Sucking in her lower lip, an action that was far from lost on Angelus, she nodded. "Yeah, sure. But first we need to go over to the Bronze. I have to see Will and Xander." She walked over to Giles and in a low voice, "I may be in just a bit late. Don't worry, okay?"
He nodded once. "Please be careful."
Giles shook his head as the two of them left. What had he gotten himself into? What had possessed him to take the vampire at his word? This was the same one who had rescued Joyce the night before so perhaps that was a part of it. Was it only yesterday that this whole fiasco had begun? And now his slayer was putting her life in the cold hands of a vampire and Giles was allowing it to happen. He couldn't control a teenage girl and a slayer at that. His paternal instincts were starting to assert themselves and he felt even more protective of her than he normally did. Yet here she was going out with a vampire for the evening. And a vampire who Giles was sure had ulterior motives that were more human than he cared to think about and he was allowing it to happen. This was one of the many reasons Rupert Giles had no regrets when it came to being childless.