Disclaimer: If I owned them would I be sitting here writing this story
about Buffy and Angel being together, when, if I owned them, they'd already
be together, cause they're soul mates and Angel is so selfish for thinking
his love is not enough for Buffy???? The answer would be no.
Dedication: To everyone who has made a contribution to the world!!
Summary: AU!! B/A!! What if Buffy is Angel's sire instead of Darla? She comes to Sunnydale to find Angel with a soul, a son, and helping the Slayer, while she is a soulless vampire! Can they ever be together?
Spoilers: Nothing I can think of.
Reviews: Yeah, or I'll die through lack of oxygen.
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"What do you mean, I can't kill her?"
Giles rubbed his temple. "Faith." He said, turning round to face her, "Buffy's like a super-vampire times a hundred! I doubt that you could ever defeat her." He paused, as Connor slid into the room, through the front doors, "I mean, think about when you were punching her; Buffy didn't even flinch, let alone actually receive an injury!"
Faith scowled and turned to Angel. "Angel?" She moaned.
Angel barely suppressed a growl. "Leave it, Faith." He muttered.
Faith screamed and stormed out of the mansion.
Connor looked around the room, "Well, that went well." He commented calmly.
Angel stood up. "I'm going to go and talk with Faith, and after that see if I can find Buffy, and hopefully talk to her as well."
Giles nodded in agreement. "Yes, I'm going to find out everything I can about your Sire. See if Faith can become more prepared, in case Buffy and the other two try and do something."
Connor watched as Angel strode out of the mansion, following Faith. He sat down. "I'll just watch some TV then." He said to the empty room.
* * * "Agent Summers!"
The young girl stepped forward. "Yes, Professor Walsh?"
The middle-aged woman studied the girl gravely from behind the desk. "Report." She ordered.
"I have uncovered the whereabouts of the target, her Childe, Grand-Childe and Grand-Grand-Childe. Its Sire is reportably dust, but I will closer examine that fact."
Professor Walsh nodded. "Well done. Now, as this is a personal mission, you are required to work alone, but Agent Finn has requested to accompany you. Do you agree to this?"
The girl nodded.
Professor Walsh smiled slightly and handed the girl two blank forms. "Give one of these forms to Agent Finn and keep the other one for your self. Fill it in about why this mission is personal. Please hand it to me tomorrow morning. Understand?"
The girl nodded again and left the room.
Professor Walsh frowned slightly, before looking back down at the piece of writing on her desk. She picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
Professor Walsh glanced down at the paper. "Hello. This is Professor Walsh. May I speak to Joyce Summers, please."
* * *
"Faith."
Faith looked up to see Angel standing there. "What?" She asked quietly.
"Why do you want to kill Buffy so much?" He asked, sitting down next to her, on the bench.
"Because she ruined your life." Faith answered, watching a couple hurry through the park.
Angel looked up at the stars. "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here today." He said softly.
Faith glanced sideways at him. "I'd prefer you dead than alive." She murmured.
He met her eyes. "I'm not alive, Faith, and I never will be."
"You can pretend." Faith said desperately.
Angel smiled weakly. " You can pretend. I can't."
Faith blushed slightly and looked away. "I don't pretend. I like you the way you are."
Angel laughed sadly and stood up. "Well, at least one of us does!"
Faith frowned and watched his back as he walked out of the park.
"Goodbye Slayer."
Faith turned slightly, to see a peroxide blonde vampire in full game face. "Spike!" She sighed.
Spike grinned. "What, not happy to see me?" He laughed at her. "Oh well!"
Faith gasped as Spike plunged an ice-cold knife into her stomach. She collapsed on the ground and pulled the knife out. "I'll get you for that." She hissed, as Spike ran out of the park, in the opposite direction from Angel. She regained her senses enough to realize that she had to get to the mansion. She reached for her cell phone and dialed the mansion.
"Hello?"
Faith gasped in pain. "Connor, get Giles. Been stabbed. In Lily Park."
The cell phone battery ran out. Faith groaned. "Oh, shit!" She cursed.
* * *
Willow grinned as the orbs light slowly faded. "Blessed be." She whispered.
* * *
Angel entered the cemetery, where he could smell his Sires vanilla scent.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooooo!!!!!!!!"
He froze as he heard a familiar scream.
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Thank you to everyone who reviewed Chapter 3 (I think it's been the most popular so far!):
shahid
Tariq
lil Demon
Eternal Darkness
darcyfan87
DomLetty4eva
jess??
rain??
spoiledsquish
Little Elflet
Aurora??
unknown??
Angellover4life
Soooooooooooo!! What do you think happened?? Suggestions please!! Comments, insults and weird little poems from people who should be in mental asylums are welcome, but are not necessarily read (talking only to people who write weird poems and should be in a mental asylums here. e.g.: KATHY). But everything is welcome!! In other words; PLEASE REVIEW!!
Dedication: To everyone who has made a contribution to the world!!
Summary: AU!! B/A!! What if Buffy is Angel's sire instead of Darla? She comes to Sunnydale to find Angel with a soul, a son, and helping the Slayer, while she is a soulless vampire! Can they ever be together?
Spoilers: Nothing I can think of.
Reviews: Yeah, or I'll die through lack of oxygen.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"What do you mean, I can't kill her?"
Giles rubbed his temple. "Faith." He said, turning round to face her, "Buffy's like a super-vampire times a hundred! I doubt that you could ever defeat her." He paused, as Connor slid into the room, through the front doors, "I mean, think about when you were punching her; Buffy didn't even flinch, let alone actually receive an injury!"
Faith scowled and turned to Angel. "Angel?" She moaned.
Angel barely suppressed a growl. "Leave it, Faith." He muttered.
Faith screamed and stormed out of the mansion.
Connor looked around the room, "Well, that went well." He commented calmly.
Angel stood up. "I'm going to go and talk with Faith, and after that see if I can find Buffy, and hopefully talk to her as well."
Giles nodded in agreement. "Yes, I'm going to find out everything I can about your Sire. See if Faith can become more prepared, in case Buffy and the other two try and do something."
Connor watched as Angel strode out of the mansion, following Faith. He sat down. "I'll just watch some TV then." He said to the empty room.
* * * "Agent Summers!"
The young girl stepped forward. "Yes, Professor Walsh?"
The middle-aged woman studied the girl gravely from behind the desk. "Report." She ordered.
"I have uncovered the whereabouts of the target, her Childe, Grand-Childe and Grand-Grand-Childe. Its Sire is reportably dust, but I will closer examine that fact."
Professor Walsh nodded. "Well done. Now, as this is a personal mission, you are required to work alone, but Agent Finn has requested to accompany you. Do you agree to this?"
The girl nodded.
Professor Walsh smiled slightly and handed the girl two blank forms. "Give one of these forms to Agent Finn and keep the other one for your self. Fill it in about why this mission is personal. Please hand it to me tomorrow morning. Understand?"
The girl nodded again and left the room.
Professor Walsh frowned slightly, before looking back down at the piece of writing on her desk. She picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
Professor Walsh glanced down at the paper. "Hello. This is Professor Walsh. May I speak to Joyce Summers, please."
* * *
"Faith."
Faith looked up to see Angel standing there. "What?" She asked quietly.
"Why do you want to kill Buffy so much?" He asked, sitting down next to her, on the bench.
"Because she ruined your life." Faith answered, watching a couple hurry through the park.
Angel looked up at the stars. "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here today." He said softly.
Faith glanced sideways at him. "I'd prefer you dead than alive." She murmured.
He met her eyes. "I'm not alive, Faith, and I never will be."
"You can pretend." Faith said desperately.
Angel smiled weakly. " You can pretend. I can't."
Faith blushed slightly and looked away. "I don't pretend. I like you the way you are."
Angel laughed sadly and stood up. "Well, at least one of us does!"
Faith frowned and watched his back as he walked out of the park.
"Goodbye Slayer."
Faith turned slightly, to see a peroxide blonde vampire in full game face. "Spike!" She sighed.
Spike grinned. "What, not happy to see me?" He laughed at her. "Oh well!"
Faith gasped as Spike plunged an ice-cold knife into her stomach. She collapsed on the ground and pulled the knife out. "I'll get you for that." She hissed, as Spike ran out of the park, in the opposite direction from Angel. She regained her senses enough to realize that she had to get to the mansion. She reached for her cell phone and dialed the mansion.
"Hello?"
Faith gasped in pain. "Connor, get Giles. Been stabbed. In Lily Park."
The cell phone battery ran out. Faith groaned. "Oh, shit!" She cursed.
* * *
Willow grinned as the orbs light slowly faded. "Blessed be." She whispered.
* * *
Angel entered the cemetery, where he could smell his Sires vanilla scent.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooooo!!!!!!!!"
He froze as he heard a familiar scream.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Thank you to everyone who reviewed Chapter 3 (I think it's been the most popular so far!):
shahid
Tariq
lil Demon
Eternal Darkness
darcyfan87
DomLetty4eva
jess??
rain??
spoiledsquish
Little Elflet
Aurora??
unknown??
Angellover4life
Soooooooooooo!! What do you think happened?? Suggestions please!! Comments, insults and weird little poems from people who should be in mental asylums are welcome, but are not necessarily read (talking only to people who write weird poems and should be in a mental asylums here. e.g.: KATHY). But everything is welcome!! In other words; PLEASE REVIEW!!
