Obsession
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to the BtVS universe, including most scenes and dialogue used in this fic.
Most of the dialogue comes straight from the canon Buffy season 2 episodes with a few changes here and there. All Angelus scenes with insights on what was going on inside his head. Angelus doesn't just want Buffy dead...he wants her turned.
If you'd like further context in-between scenes, I recommend watching the corresponding episodes to the chapter titles first to refresh your memory.
Chapter Two: Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered 2x16
Valentine's Day. Otherwise known as the day ole Saint Valentine had been martyred centuries ago. Gee, isn't that romantic? It is for a blood thirsty vampire, at least. While he'd been forced to miss the past hundred Valentine's Days, Angelus always made a fuss over the holiday. After all, its the one day of the year to make that one special lady in your life feel real special.
And despite all the teasing about Dru that Angelus had sent Spike's way, the only girl in his eyes was the Slayer.
Angelus dropped the heart he'd just stolen down onto the table in front of where Drusilla was sitting. Her eyes immediately drifted from the necklace lying in the box Spike had just given her. He shot the wheelchair bound vampire a smirk.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Dru," he teased.
"Oh, Angel," Dru purred. She licked her lips as she reached for the lifeless organ. "It's still warm." Spike rolled his eyes.
"I knew you'd like it. I found it in a quaint little shopgirl." The older vampire sent another smirk towards the blond before turning his attention to the forgotten necklace. He picked it up, feigning admiration as he looked at it. "Cute...here." He moved forward, wrapping the jewelry around Dru's neck.
Spike rolled harshly forward. "I'll get it."
Angelus finished clasping the necklace before turning his attention back to Spike.
"Done," he said, ignoring the glare coming from the youngest vampire. "I know Dru gives you pity access, but you have to admit, it's so much easier when I do things for her." He let out a low chuckle.
"You would do well to worry less about Dru and more about that slayer you've been tramping around with," Spike retorted. Angelus rolled his eyes. What did he know? He knew nothing about his situation with Buffy. Frankly, he didn't want him to. His plans for her were between him and his ex.
"Dear Buffy...," he started, pacing a short distance. "I'm still trying to decide the best way to send my regards." Valentine's Day only comes once a year. He had to make it memorable.
Spike's voice was harsh, yet deadpanned. "Why don't you rip her lungs out? Might make an impression."
Angelus stared off into the distance, his mind still sorting the ideas floating around in his head.
"Lacks...poetry," he finally said. Spike shook his head.
"It doesn't have to." He inhaled sharply, sucking on his teeth. "What rhymes with lungs?" Drusilla let out a light laugh.
"Don't worry, Spike," she said softly. "Angel always knows what speaks to a girl's heart." Her eyes drifted back down to the heart on the table as Angelus smirked behind her.
Angelus placed the dark gift box softly on the back porch of Buffy's home. He smiled down at it before knocking on the door. Quickly he fled the porch and melted into the shadows. After a minute, Buffy's mother opened the door. She stared down at the box in surprise before picking it up and carrying it in. Angelus moved silently until he'd reached a spot where he could peer through the kitchen window.
He watched intently as Joyce handed her daughter the gift. The Slayer's back was to him, robbing him the view of her expression. He wished he could see the confusion written across her beautiful features before it turned to fear, then dread. She lifted the lid, her gaze obviously casted on the roses he'd carefully placed inside. She picked up the note he'd so lovingly put alongside them.
'SOON'
He watched in delight as she turned, her eyes staring out the window behind her. She wouldn't be able to see him in the darkness, but he knew she could still sense him out there. Watching. Waiting.
He stared as she pulled something out from one of the kitchen drawers. She scrawled something across the card before placing the flowers in a vase and sticking them proudly in the kitchen window. Angelus was momentarily dumbfounded at the sight. Ballsy. It was a surprising move and not the reaction he'd expected, or hoped, to get from her. He waited until she walked back into the living room with her mother before approaching the window himself.
The blonde had stuck the card back into the array of roses. Her handwriting was placed neatly beneath his own.
'Can't wait.'
Angelus chuckled. He cast one last look at the house before he walked into the night. If only she knew what his plans were. While he'd expected this little game of theirs to go on a little longer, the opportunity the most romantic day of the year brought was too good to pass up.
What better day to turn the love of your undead life than Valentine's Day?
The day in question had arrived. Angelus didn't think there'd ever been a day that last as long as today had. He was itching for nightfall. Itching to get out there. Itching to begin their new forever. After the sun had finally set, the vampire made his way straight to the Summers' residence. With one strong leap, he landed on the roof outside of Buffy's bedroom. He picked a heavily shaded spot by her window to wait. He could feel in his bones that she wasn't home yet, but she'd bound to be soon.
After who knows how long of waiting, Angelus finally heard the sound of Buffy's bedroom door open. He felt his face shift out of excitement. As soon as his hopes had risen, however, they were dashed by the sound of Xander's voice. He rolled his eyes. All this waiting...for Xander? Really?
The boy leaned his head outside the window. "Good, the mob still hasn't found us. We should be safer up here." The vampire let out a deep growl as he reached through the window and gripped tightly onto Xander's shirt.
"Works in theory," he muttered. Angelus tugged hard, pulling Xander out of the window. He heard Cordelia scream for the boy as he slammed Xander down onto the roof. "Where's Buffy?" The vampire didn't even try to hide the poison in his tone. He'd been waiting for Buffy. He wanted Buffy. And he was starting to get really impatient and annoyed at the lack of said Buffy.
Xander ignored the question, turning his head instead towards the brunette inside the house.
"Cordy, get out of here!" he screamed. Angelus let out another growl as he threw the boy off of the roof. Xander hit the ground hard below. The vampire wasted no time jumping down after him. He was tired of waiting. Now, he just wanted to have some fun. Guess the game was afoot once again.
"Perfect," he said menacingly as he grabbed Xander and hoisted him to his feet. "I wanted to do something special for Buffy—actually to Buffy—but this will work too." Xander kneed Angelus hard, but not nearly hard enough. The vampire threw him back to the ground. The teen grunted as he landed. Angelus bent down. He grabbed a fistful of the boy's hair, lifting his face to see his own.
"If it's any consolation," he said smugly. "I feel very close to you right now." A pair of strong hands gripped the back of Angelus's shirt. Before he could react, he was sent flying into a nearby tree. He growled at the intruder.
"Buffy! How'd—," Xander stopped short as his eyes reached the figure in front of him. Drusilla. Her yellow demon eyes glowed dangerously at him.
"Don't fret, kitten," she purred softly as she gently helped the human to his feet. "Mummy's here."
Angelus stood, his gaze set on the pair in front of him. Confusion shifted through every fiber of his being. What exactly was going on here?!
"I don't know what you're up to, Dru, but it doesn't amuse!" he shouted at her. Drusilla tore her eyes from Xander, sending a vicious growl towards Angelus. He snarled back at her.
"If you harm one hair on this boy's head...," she started. Angelus raised an eyebrow at her. Uh...what?
"You've got to be kidding me..," he interrupted. "Him?"
Drusilla turned her fawning attention back to Xander. "I finally found a really man..." A heavy, panicked breathing began to emit from the boy in her grasp. Angelus shook his head in disbelief.
"I guess I really did drive you crazy."
He backed away from the two apparent 'lovers' and into the darkness behind him. Seriously. Xander? Xander Harris? What could anyone see in that guy? He was basically an oversized Muppet who couldn't even knock out a fruit fly!
The sound of crazed female voices brought the vampire out of his thoughts. He watched as a mob of women closed in on the two he'd just left behind. The screams and calls for Xander flooded his ears. Had the entire world gone mad?!
Suddenly, the truth slapped him in the face. Yes. The whole world had indeed gone mad. He shot a disgusted look towards the boy as he struggled under the weight of the female mob. The idiot had cast a love spell, hadn't he?
He watched as Cordelia came barreling out the house. She fought past the mob, grabbed Xander, then just as quickly disappeared with him behind the front door. He followed Drusilla as she led some of the mob around the back. With a heavy shove, she knocked the kitchen door off its hinges and onto the kitchen floor. The second she tried to reach forward, she stopped. She snarled at the invisible barrier between her and the threshold.
Angelus leaned against a nearby tree, his voice filled with a false sense of pity. "Ah, sorry, Dru. Guess you're not invited."
He kicked off from his spot and back into the dark void behind them. Leave it to Xander to ruin his perfect night. He'd had it all planned out. But if the entire female population was all Team Xander, it meant Buffy was under that same spell.
Angelus gritted his teeth as he walked. Regardless of how excited he'd been, he couldn't turn her knowing that she'd been lusting after Xander all day, even if it wasn't real. He wanted to be the only man in her heart on the day he turned her. If he'd continued with his plans today, it would only mar the memory for him. He couldn't have that now, could he? It would be a day to go down in infamy, and he was going to make sure of it.
Angelus kicked a pebble off to the side bitterly. Back to the drawing board.
Passion 2x17
The dark vampire melted into the background of the popular club. After a few centuries, you get pretty good at blending in. Not that it mattered at the Bronze anyway. All the teenagers there were too wrapped up in their own sex-crazed hormones to notice anything else. His eyes remained fixed on the blonde on the dance floor. Speaking of sex-crazed hormones...
He gritted his teeth as he watched her dance with Xander. Even though he knew Xander never stood a chance with the Slayer, and even with the love spell long since broken, he still didn't like the walking hormone dancing so close to his girl. Angelus briefly managed to tear his gaze away from the two to cast a glance at a nearby Willow and Cordelia. They were both engrossed in conversation, neither bothered with how close the other two were dancing.
A small, furious fire ignited in Angelus's stomach. So if it wasn't bothering them, why was it bothering him so much? Why was it that no matter how hard he tried, he could never get the small slayer off of his mind. Well, he had sort of an idea as to why...
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting. And though unwanted—unbidden—it will stir, open it's jaws, and howl.
The vampire clenched his jaw hard. He tore away his gaze and stalked towards the entrance to the club. A lonely young woman stood in a forgotten corner of the alley. Angelus licked his lips hungrily. Anger sure works up your appetite.
He tried to act as natural as possible as he slowly sucked the blood from the woman's neck. He heard Buffy and her band of merry men the second they stepped foot out of the club and into the alleyway. It was too late for him to run, Buffy would be sure to see him then. And he wasn't keen on leaving his freshly popped juice box undrained. So he nonchalantly wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and pulled her close. Luckily she'd already started losing consciousness, so all he had to do was keep her upright.
It wasn't too difficult for him to get into this position in the first place. All he had to do was flash his most seductive smirk, then she was all his. Before it had been too late to get away, that is. The next thing she'd known, his fangs were sunk into her flesh. They didn't call him the 'Demon with the Face of an Angel' for nothing.
A flood of relief past through him as Buffy and her friends strolled past, none the wiser. He swallowed his last gulp, dropping the lifeless body to the ground in front of him. He watched as they walked further and further away, her intoxicating laughter flooding the air. He closed his eyes and smiled wickedly. Imagine all the destruction and chaos they could cause together, especially with her slayer strength being amplified by her vampirism.
He couldn't wait.
Angelus stood outside the Summers' home from the safety of the shadows, his eyes locked on Buffy's window. A thrill ran through him as he watched her peer out of the window suspiciously. She knew he was there. He knew she could feel him. After a few minutes, the warm light from inside her window switched off. He grinned wickedly before vaulting silently onto the roof. He watched through the window as she climbed into bed.
His eyes cast hungrily over her pink silk pajamas before Buffy buried herself beneath the covers. He waited patiently as her breathing eventually slowed. As silent as a ghost, Angelus slid the window open and climbed into the familiar bedroom. There'd been a few times he'd snuck in since he'd lost his soul. But he'd never done it while she'd been home. He listened as she breathed deeply, a small smile spreading across his lips. Soon she wouldn't need to breathe at all.
The vampire sat down at the corner of her bed softly. She looked so peaceful when she slept. Pity.
Before he could stop himself, and not really wanting to try, he reached a hand out to softly tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He barely grazed against her, sure that the touch was as light as the breeze. He gritted his teeth as his eyes scanned over her face. He wanted to do a lot more. He wanted to touch her everywhere, and he wanted to feel her touch everywhere.
Soon. It would all happen soon enough. Reluctantly, he drew his hand back. There was a reason he was here, after all.
Slowly he pulled out the faded parchment and charcoal pencil he'd brought with him. He'd always had a gift for drawing, but golden boy spent many of his inactive years further fine tuning the skill. Angelus couldn't help but think back to some of the soul's memories with the Slayer. While he was initially disgusted with the love the soul had felt for her, Angelus couldn't help but be impressed by the girl.
She was probably one of the best fighters he'd ever seen. Unlike Spike, Angelus had done his best to avoid slayers over the years. He didn't much care for them. Next to sunlight, slayers were one of the biggest threats to his existence. But the ones he had seen paled in comparison to Buffy. She was strong, resourceful, and she had a very sharp wit. It was just that extra icing on the cake that made the fight that much more fun, ya know?
Passion. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have?
It hadn't taken much time for Angelus to finish the drawing. After feeling like he'd been able to successfully capture her beauty, he folded the picture neatly and placed it inside the envelope he'd brought. He dropped the present onto the pillow next to her, doing little to fight the smirk on his face as he did so. He only wished he could see her face in the morning when she opened it.
The vampire dropped a light kiss onto the blonde's forehead before fleeing back into the night.
Joyce's car slowed as it approached the driveway. Angelus stood near the porch, fighting the grin on his face as she parked. He slapped on his best puppy dog pout and made his way over to the car. He peered his head through the open window as she slowly opened the door.
"Ms. Summers," he said innocently. "I need to talk to you." Joyce eyed him suspiciously, a look that Angelus had never seen from her before. Sure he'd only met her the one time, but she'd seemed like she'd liked him well enough.
"You're Angel." The vampire couldn't help but smile a bit, briefly cracking his façade.
"Buffy told you about us?" he asked, a bit in disbelief. She knew. Which meant Buffy must've warned her, a play that Angelus had not been expecting. He must have really gotten to her good with that drawing. Just wait until Willow found the one he'd left of Joyce in her room.
Joyce gripped the brown grocery bag in her arms tightly. "She told me she wants you to leave her alone." Angelus shook his head.
"Oh, I-I can't. I can't do that," he said honestly. He was but a moth to the Slayer's flame. He'd gotten a taste of the wicked life he could have with her, and he was insatiable. Joyce's eyebrows furrowed at him.
"You're scaring her."
Angelus fought the urge to smile once more. He knitted his eyebrows together as if in pain, his lips twisting downwards into a frown.
"You have to help me..," he continued, ignoring her last statement. She brushed past him as she walked towards the door. He quickly followed after. "Joyce, I...I need to be with her. You can convince her. You have to convince her."
Joyce stopped, allowing the vampire to get in front of her once more.
"Look, I am telling you to leave her alone." Her voice was firm, serious, but it didn't scare Angelus one bit. Once again, he ignored her.
"You have to talk to her for me, Joyce. Tell her I need her." He did his best to sound strained, heartbroken, lost. Anything to pull at her heartstrings. Unfortunately, she wasn't budging. That was made abundantly clear as she brushed past him once more. Angelus followed again.
"Please, look, I just want to get inside," she said, sounding exasperated. As she struggled with her keys, the paper bag in her arms lurched forward, spilling its contents onto the porch steps. Angelus immediately bent down to help toss the items back into her bag.
"You don't understand, Joyce." He paused, gaze locking with hers. "I'll die without Buffy. She'll die without me." She'd also die with him, but that was just arguing semantics.
The blonde woman narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you threatening her?" The vampire nearly scoffed. If he had intended it to sound like a threat, she wouldn't have needed to ask for clarification. What was it with the Summers women these days?! So untrusting.
Ignoring her once more, he said, "Please...why is she doing this to me?" Joyce stood, forgetting the leftover groceries on the ground.
"I'm calling the police...now."
She quickly climbed up the porch steps. She fumbled with her keys at the door, desperate to get inside as quickly as possible. He watched her, unable to hide the amusement from her face. Well, this plan was going south. But at least he was having some fun! He slowly climbed the porch until he was leering over her once more.
"I haven't been able to sleep since the night we made love..," he said, once again, honestly. She really had been a good lay, especially for it being her first time. There was just so much he was looking forward to teaching her. Joyce paused, looking up at the man in shock. "I need her. I know you understand."
Joyce ignored him, finally managing to turn the lock. The door swung open, and the woman quickly disappeared inside.
"Just leave us alone!" she yelled over her shoulder. Angelus smirked, moving to take a step to follow in after her. He slammed hard into the all too familiar barrier in front of him. Smirk long gone, he stared at the invisible wall, completely and unequivocally dumbfounded. But he'd already been invited in? What was happening?
The sounds of Willow and Buffy's voices rang out in front of him. His gaze lifted to them as they descended down the stairs. The redhead was chanting some kind of incantation in Latin, but Angelus wasn't paying much attention. His eyes fixed on the small blonde directly in front of him. She stared coldly at him. He could only stare back in confusion.
"Sorry, Angel," she said firmly. "I changed the locks." The heavy wooden door slammed sharply in his face. Angelus continued to stare, his feet frozen to the porch beneath him.
What?...Just...what?
They'd managed to revoke his invitation? How?! What kind of witchcraft was this?! Soon his confusion twisted into fury. That gypsy. That stupid gypsy. She had to have had something to do with this. After one step forward, he still always managed to feel like he was two steps behind. Everything he kept planning for this little game with her kept backfiring, and he was sick of it!
He was the Scourge of Europe! He was one of the most feared and renowned vampires in history. He'd worked very hard to build his colorful history, and yet here he was being bested by teenagers at every turn!
Enough was enough. He was finally going to get what he wanted. And he was going to get it tonight.
As I've been writing, I've been torn between two endings. I'm not sure which to choose, so I've decided to do them both. Next chapter is going to be one ending, option A. I'll post another chapter along with it that ends in option B.
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