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Disclaimer: None of it's mine except the storyline, Chuck and Lucille, Commissioner Newtown, Jonah, Ulrich and Helena Daley. If it were, Angel wouldn't have left Buffy in the first place. This is therapy for me. Quotes taken from season 1 and two of BTVS though they may have been changed slightly to suit the author's own storyline.
Rating: Pg - 13, for violence
Pairing: B/A, minor use of other ships e.g. W/O, S/F
Summary: AU. The whole gang are werewolves.
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This chapter is dedicated to all those victims of the tsunami in Asia and all those who have lost loved ones. To those survivors and the aid workers trying to help this is for you. You are in all of our prayers.
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He only just sensed the danger in time and turned, but the knife still caught him in the side, and dragged a line around his stomach, ripping through cloth and flesh.
Launching himself at the man, he wrestled him to the ground, grappling for the knife. Using his legs however, the soldier heaved the werewolf off of him; then reached up to grab a fistful of dark hair and tugged hard, twisting Angel's neck back painfully. He roared in pain and anger as the soldier rolled free, out into the corridor, still clutching his dagger.
Angel got up and ran out after him, intent on exacting his revenge. The soldier leapt out at him, grabbing Angel by the shoulders but Angel shot his knee upward with all his strength. With a satisfying crack, some of the soldier's ribs splintered and he staggered backward, releasing his hold. But the soldier wasn't going out without a fight. He put the pain to the back of his mind and concentrated on the irate man in front of him.
"You touched her!" Snarled Angel, his fangs lengthening as his rage took hold of him. The soldier just had the gall to stare at him and smirk.
"Yeah, and she was a great lay," he lied smoothly, grinning at the other man's pain and fury.
"You touched my mate," growled Angel and his voice became lower, more gravelly. "Now you have to pay for touching what is mine!"
Angel changed using his preternatural speed as the soldier reached for his knife. They circled each other slowly, gradually coming closer and closer. With a sudden movement, the soldier lunged forward and caught Angel's muzzle with his knife. The werewolf snarled, blood dripping from the shallow cut, and leapt towards his opponent's crotch.
He sank his fangs into his flesh, though the material of the jeans and holding tightly, pulled. The soldier howled in pain and tried to rip out handfuls of Angel's fur. Ignoring the pain for the moment, Angel suddenly twisted to the left, and with a scream of agony, the soldier fell unconscious.
Satisfied briefly, Angel changed back into his human from, and started in contempt at the pathetic human in front of him. At least he could be satisfied that physically he would be unable to hurt another woman again. He'd never heard of a surgical procedure that could reattach what he'd just ripped off, and still have it work properly.
He turned to back to the room where his trembling mate was crouched against a wall, on a cot. He edged closer slowly, unwilling to risk her becoming even more terrified than she already was.
"Buffy?" He asked softly.
Her eyes flicked up to his and then widened. She ducked her head back down and curled herself up into as small a ball as she could. She began to shake and Angel forgot all about being cautious and rushed over to her.
"Buffy," he said, panic edging into his voice. "Buffy, love, what's the matter?"
She looked up at him, and he realised she was crying. Silent tears streamed down her bruised face, over cracked lips and dripped down onto her quaking body.
"Angel?" It was no more than whisper but he heard it. He cupped her chin in his hands.
"Yes, beloved, it's me", he said, relief flooding through his body that his mate was not totally out of her mind.
She shook her head. "To…too late".
Her eyes suddenly rolled up into the back of her head and she collapsed, Angel catching her before she knocked her head against the wall. He cradled her thin body in his arms, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder. He strode purposefully out of the room, heading towards the cells where he had spoken to Ulrich. The base was deathly silent, which was unusual and made the wolf in Angel wary, distrusting this sudden stillness.
'Oz?'
'Yes?' Came the reply.
'Where is everyone?'
'Wiring up the base with explosives.' Angel grinned. It was a long sentence for the reticent werewolf.
'Right. Spike?'
'Yeah?'
'Are the rest of the soldiers…'
'Dead? Yeah, got all the bastards. Haven't seen sight or sound of any more, so I reckon we've given 'em a fright and they've buggard off.'
Angel paused in both conversation and walking. He swore he'd just heard something.
He continued walking and stopped suddenly. There was the sound of footsteps, but they stopped too late, echoing off the walls and he snarled. Someone or someone's were following him. He broke into a run and ran around the corner. The footsteps chased after him, all pretence of stalking silently was dropped, and he glanced behind.
Dammit. Soldiers were pouring out of the cracks like woodworm, and he'd walked straight into an ambush.
'Spike?'
'Here mate.'
'You know those soldiers who'd buggard off?'
'Yep.'
'They're after me.'
'Oh. Shit.'
'My sentiments exactly.'
'We'll be on our way.'
'No Spike. Finish wiring the building and then get the pack out of the building. Set the detonation for five minutes.'
'What! And risk the chance of blowing up you and Buffy? Forget it.'
'Spike'. He growled mentally. 'Now is not the time to be defying me.'
Spike submitted reluctantly. 'Fine, but if you and the chit get it, don't blame me.'
'Spike!'
'Whatever. Five minutes.'
Angel glanced behind him. The soldiers were pouring out thick and fast and he knew his only chance was to run. There were too many for him to fight and Buffy needed urgent medical assistance. Her heart was only a low murmur to his ears and he pressed a kiss to her temple as they hurried through the maze of corridors.
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Gunn fixed the final wire in place and then followed the retreating pack outside into the gloom of a cloudy day in L.A. The sun was hidden behind thick, dark clouds and a storm was sure to be coming. Escaping demons and other species of non-humans were fleeing the building in droves, like rats from a sinking ship and the group watched them leave passively.
Four minutes.
Willow bit her lip nervously and gripped Oz's hand.
'Come on, come on,' she thought apprehensively, counting down the seconds in her head, with a kind of dread that sank deep down to rest like a lead weight on the bottom of her stomach. The others were dealing with their worry in other ways. Spike was walking up and down, growling softly to himself. Faith was determinedly scraping away at a piece of mud on her boots, trying to ignore her fears.
But it was Dawn and Conner who Willow was most concerned about. They were still figures, sitting on the grass, hands clasped tightly together, gazing at the army base. Neither made any movement, as though they had been carved in stone.
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Three minutes.
He was lost. Completely and utterly lost and that was an incredibly embarrassing thing for a werewolf to admit to. He sniffed the air and found a slight trace of the pack. The problem was that blood completely masked any other smell that may have helped him get out. Bodies lay strewn on the floor and he kept stumbling over them. There was no time to stop and change and he couldn't carry Buffy as a wolf, even if he could transform. The soldiers weren't firing and it made him wonder why, but there was no time to dwell on the subject. All he could think of now was escape.
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Two minutes.
The air was filled with nervous anticipation. Xander felt slightly hysterical, completely out of depth. His best friend, bar Willow, and his pack leader were escaping from a building wired with so many explosives that nothing would survive if it went up. Buffy was likely to be seriously wounded from whatever they'd done to her, and they had less than two minutes. Xander was always the clown and had always managed to make light of situations like this.
Not now.
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One minute.
Oh god, there was nowhere to go.
He swore he'd already run past these cells before, but everything looked the same and they didn't have exit signs in this place. He felt slightly desperate, unsure of how much time he had left and his leg muscles were starting to cramp up. He risked a glance behind him, but the soldiers were close behind him. If only he could just…
And then the base exploded.
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Ooh, it's a cliffy. I know, I'm mean.
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dalmatiangrl2 : I'm glad you like my story. Go B/A shippers! Keep the love alive!
Kris: Well I did update… a month or so later. Soz!
Tutu: Hi! I'm glad you like my story; I hate writing action scenes because I find them so incredibly difficult. I know there are a lot of Buffy-werewolf fics out there and I have read "Wolf Pack" by Baby Blues. However, what's the fun in trying to nick someone else's story? I go for originality and I'm glad you think it is so unique. I think however, I may be in for a slapping as I was so late in updating.
Willow-189: She won't act completely like Drusilla, but she will be scared and unsure, and this is to be expected after what she's been through. She needs to be coaxed out of the shell she's retreated into, and need a lot of medical attention and love. Will Buffy recover? Will she survive the explosion to recover? It remains to be seen…
Goddessa39: Hey, don't worry about babbling. It's kind of cute. Now, to answer all of your questions:
Is she gonna be crazy kind of like Druscilla? Slightly, but not completely. She feels safer in her head because nothing can hurt her there, but with a little love and attention she should make a full recovery.
Is she gonna be kind of afraid of men, except for her Angel, and her son now? Yep, but I think her fear may manifest itself into anger, so the other sex better watch out. This is allhinges on whether she survives the blast of course.
MaLooLa: Ooh, a convert. I'm glad you've stuck with it. I'm happy you like it, but it isn't modelled after Anita Blake as I haven't read any of those Anne Rice novels. I've only got The Vampire Lestat and Interview with a Vampire, but I take it as a compliment. I'm nowhere near that sort of standard.
Slayerchick33: Why thank you. She has been tortured and almost raped; he didn't get the chance to do anything to here because the siren sounded for him to fight. Fortunately for our heroine Angel came and saved the day, but the trauma of the incident will still be fresh in her mind. Of course, this is all dependant on whther she survives the blast. Thanks for the advice.: )