Red String of Fate

Angel, as Twilight, watched on as Buffy talked to her fellow Slayer, who it seemed she had some sort of relationship with.

Or, moreover, it seemed the girl—Satsu, was it?—wanted there to be some sort of relationship between them.

…And he would have been lying if he said he wasn't turned on by it. He was a hot-blooded male, so of course the idea of his beautiful Buffy doing sexual acts with this sister Slayer of hers here caused his cock to twitch.

Only in the back of his mind did he think that he should maybe be jealous about the budding feelings between the two of them. Because at the end of the day, Buffy belonged to him—that was what the whole upcoming prophecy was all about, after all—and soon she would see that, Angel knew.

But now, she couldn't know of these things—and she couldn't know who he as Twilight was, or that he'd even survived the fall of L.A.—so if she needed to fuck the lovely Satsu to take some of the edge off, who was he to stop her? Angel could only hope he'd get a front row seat to watch, he thought—a smirk on his face now.

However, when Buffy began listing her past relationship "failures" to Satsu as reasons why she thought they couldn't be together, and said that they were all her fault, Angel knew he couldn't sit idly by then.

But unfortunately, he couldn't comfort Buffy like he would have liked to then—and tell her how proud he was of her for sending him to Hell, and that if he hadn't thought he'd been leaving to give her everything she rightfully deserved, he never would have left her arms. He had a role to play here still.

So he played the villain again, and distracted her from that pain with a new target—him—as he said things like Angelus once would have (though at least this time, Buffy didn't know who was trying to hurt her like this; Angel took relief in that, at least, as he redirected her anger and found her fire once again); and slowly, they began to fight.

…And his brain really must have been wired wrong. Because even though Angel hadn't wanted things to go like this at all on this night—he would have rather Buffy and Satsu kept up the cute flirting game, and he could have found a way to make his points to Buffy another day, when she hadn't become so emotional—Angel found himself starting to enjoy this, and becoming aroused once more, as he found himself flirting with Buffy (because of course he couldn't resist doing so) and her quipping back.

At one point, he dodged one of her maneuvers and he couldn't resist telling her that he knew that move and to let him show her some of his: and then he'd slung her onto his back and begun flying with her.

And God help Angel, if Buffy pressed to his body wasn't still the most delicious feeling in the world. And he knew that if he wasn't already ascending into a god, and was still a vampire capable of losing his soul with her, he would have lost it if he slept with her again. And he wanted to sleep with her in that moment.

It took everything Angel had within him to tell Buffy of the repercussions that awakening so many Slayers was having on the world, even though he knew she'd had good intentions in doing it—and not just get lost in them and their story as always—but somehow he did it.

And then they were at each other's throats again, because she was Buffy and she would never just let the enemy just get off scotch free like that. And damn, if Angel didn't admire her spirit.

Though at that moment, he wished she could have just let sleeping dogs lie. Because to keep up appearances, he then had to feign that he was going to throw a church steeple at her. And the entire time he was aiming it at her, even though Angel knew he well had control over his new strength—there was really nothing he couldn't do anymore—he still feared that something would go wrong, and he might drop it on his mate and kill her, and then all of this would have been for nothing.

And if that happened, connected to the Powers that Be or not, Angel knew there wasn't a place in the multiverse that Whistler could disappear to, that Angel wouldn't find him and kill him slowly.

But nothing ended up happening to Angel's love. Angel played the game he needed to play just right, and they then went their separate ways again for the time being.

Though Angel wished they didn't have to.

He had started this insanity in thinking there was no better choice for the world: that it would be sucked into Hell, if he didn't find a way to force it to finally evolve again, like Whistler so needed it to (even if Angel did have to get some blood on his hands again to get it there, and he mostly hated that fact).

But Angel was beginning to fear that more than trying to do the right thing here, what he really wanted was his happy ending with Buffy. And Angel despised what that said about him, if that was truly the case. But he knew he'd recently just lost his entire team, so…

And looking back in the direction Buffy had just left in, he couldn't help but to want to see her again, as fast as he was able… and to force her to finally ascend and be like him.

Author's Note: Ugh. I swear eventually I'm going to write about things that aren't the comics. Especially since I really don't even like them that much. But the muse struck, so I wrote this. -shrugs-

I think my issue is, I have trouble writing for the shows, because I feel like people have already written any ideas I'd have for them and probably better than what I could do. But I just need to get over that. Because even if they have, I'm sure my works would still be different than theirs, and I'd make them my own. Everything under the sun has already been done already, after all.

Also, this is mostly just thoughts because I was too lazy to read season eight again, and find the exact dialogue of this scene. I'll admit it.

Anyway…