Title; Forbidden Love; Ch 3
Author; DreamInfinity0
Author Note; of course I have to thank my Beta…. Cherene It wouldn't be this great without her help, thanks.
Rating ; pg-13 ; for now
Characters; Buffy/Angel, Willow/Xander, Giles, Joyce,
Disclaimer; All characters belongs to Joss Whedon
The next Day
Yawning, Buffy stared into space as Willow and Xander were sitting beside her at the large library table, researching. She could barely keep her eyes open from the lack of sleep the night before. All she could think about was Angel. Her emotions would race from pure, animalistic lust to utter confusion with a sickening drop in her stomach. She wanted to pick his brain for everything he knew about slayers as much as she wanted to have him naked, making crazy monkey sex for days. Life just wasn't fair.
A sharp nudge in the ribs brought her back swiftly from happy sexy time land. "What?" she snapped.
"Uh, Buf? Wanna join us back here in history land?" Xander asked.
"Oh, sorry…where were we?"
"Civil war. Where were you? Thinking about Angel?" Willow wiggled her eyebrows at the suggestion.
Buffy smiled and blushed a little.
"Angel…isn't that a girl's name. Sissy name for a sissy guy. Probably gay too." Xander mocked.
Buffy smile went in to shit eating grin. "He's definitely not gay. Or a sissy." Buffy defended.
"How would you…did you guys sleep together?" Xander was going more for the protective big brother vibe, but it came out sounding more like a jealous boyfriend.
"No! I just… he's…I…" Buffy really didn't want to explain what happened between them to her friends. How can you explain something you don't understand yourself?
"So are you going to see him again?" Willow was kind of caught up in the whole romantic undertone of it all.
"Um, I don't know really since I'm kind of grounded now."
"Grounded?" Willow replied surprised.
"Yeah. I got a bit distracted by some vamps and missed curfew. My mom totally wigged!" Buffy sighed in self pity.
"Oh that sucks. Maybe he'll come see you at your house. You know? Throw pebbles at your window, climb up the trellis." Willow's eyes had completely glazed over.
"OK. Enough. Buffy can't have weird men crawling into her window at night. That's just… wrong. No more teen romances for you Willow. From now on we only stick to the classics. Weekend at Bernie's and Terminator." Xander had to stop the madness somehow.
"Yeah, I don't think he's the climb through windows kind of guy." Buffy said secretly hoping he was.
"Buffy, c'mon, wake up and smell the seduction. It's the oldest trick in the book." Xander replied.
"A book you're obviously well versed in. Right?" She shot back.
"It's a long study." Xander conceded.
"Besides, he saved my life. I think going for coffee won't hurt. Just to…you know…say… thanks." Buffy replied.
Willow's eyes widened. "He saved your life? When?"
"I needed a little help with the vamps." She admitted sheepishly.
"See? Impress the girl of your dreams. Lesson one in seduction." Xander pointed out.
"I don't think he did it to impress me." Buffy deflated.
"Duh! I mean, guys will do anything to impress a girl. I once drank an entire gallon of Gatorade without taking a breath." Xander replied.
"It was pretty impressive. Although later there was an ick factor." Willow replied.
"Well, I wouldn't worry about him Xander. He was the perfect gentleman when I woke… uh… afterwards." Buffy smiled knowing that would irritate him. Sometimes it amused her to see him get jealous.
"Afterwards? What happened afterwards?" Willow in full Mills and Boon mode again.
"Nothing." Buffy shrugged. "Just, walked me home. Like a gentleman."
"Are you sure? Did you check for vampire marks?" Xander replied.
Buffy rolled her eyes at Xander's comment ignoring him.
She suddenly noticed the librarian skulking nearby, nose buried in an old looking encyclopedia. Buffy made an excuse and pulled Willow out of the library.
"What's up with the librarian?" Buffy whispered once they were out in the hall.
"Giles? He's nice but very historic. He was a curator at some British museum, or The British Museum, I'm not sure. But he knows everything, and he brought all these historical volumes and biographies." Willow sounded excited. "He started the same week you got here."
Buffy's mind flashed back to her first time in the library. The book he placed on the counter.
Vampyr
Could he be the one Angel was talking about? This watcher?
"Ok. I'm so over history." Xander walked into the hall where the girls were leaning against a noticeboard. "I vote we get some pizza and indulge in a bit of actual history. Indiana Jones marathon?"
Buffy smiled at her friend's enthusiasm.
"Grounded remember? But I'll see you guys tomorrow. Ok?" She waved them away and stepped back into the library.
The library was empty, again.
"Hello? Mr Giles?" she called, walking towards the table she had been at earlier.
"Yes?" suddenly he appeared behind her.
"Jesus!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"No. Just me. Mr. Giles."
" What can I do for you?" He asked, his accent clipped and educated.
"Uh. That book. The one you wanted to give me the other day? What was that about?" she tried to play dumb.
"Oh. never mind that. It was meant for someone else. I was mistaken."
"Are you sure? Uh, who… well… maybe I know who it was meant for?" she tried.
"And how would you know this person?"
"I just… it was about vampires. Right?"
Giles' eyes widened behind his wire rimmed glasses. "uh… yes… just a collection of myths and legends."
"What would you say if I told you that they were real?"
"I'd say stay off the LSD for one." He seemed flustered.
"I'm not kidding. I dusted a few last night."
"You're…the slayer?" Giles paled beyond his normal ivory coloring.
"Apparently."
"Well, Miss Summers, then we have a lot of work to do." Giles grinned.
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Buffy smiles brightly as she quickly sneaks past the side of her house. Sneaking out is generally a bad idea, but sneaking out when you're grounded is a whole new level of bad. But someone had to keep the streets of Sunnydale vamp free.
Patrolling the nearby graveyard, Buffy had to force herself to concentrate on the dark corners instead of going to happy thoughts land with Angel and his broody looks. Finding a fresh grave, she sat down on a nearby tombstone, waiting for the vamp for crawl its way out of the grave.
"Hurry up." She muttered to the grave "Some of us have plans for the rest of the night."
"What kind of plans?"
Buffy shot off the tombstone and spun to find the speaker standing behind her. Unfortunately, her stake happened to be poised right over his heart.
"Angel?"
"Hi." He gulped nervously. "Mind moving the uh…" Using his index finger, he moved the point of the stake away from his chest.
"oh, uh sorry." Buffy moved the stake back to its spot, wedged between her jeans and her belt. "What are you doing here?"
"Just taking a walk."
"Yeah. Cemeteries are great for that. You know… all dark and spooky and…"
"Romantic?" Angel smiled his shit-eating grin.
"Ok, now you're teasing me."
"I'm sorry." His smile dropped a little, upping the sincere factor. Buffy's knees literally went weak. Oh, so that's what it feels like?
"Its fine. Just don't sneak…" she didn't quite finish as Angel suddenly picked her up and threw her to the side.
She rolled around twice before finding her feet. "What the…?" A body flew over her, landing with a crash against a statue of the weeping Maria. She scrambled to feet, stake back in hand. Before she could take a step towards the vamp, a strong hand closed over her shoulder, pulling her back and behind Angel. He relieved her of her stake.
"Excuse me! But I'm the Slayer!" She protested. "This is kind of my job?"
"Not now." Angel snapped as he stepped towards the vamp faster than humanly possible. Suddenly the vamp was nothing but a pile of dust.
Buffy's pride reared its head and saw red. She stepped up to Angel and swung her arm, catching him in the jaw with a sharp left hook.
"What the hell was that?" she demanded from him. "I'm not some helpless damsel in distress that you get to push around. I don't need your help!"
She stormed out of the cemetery, not completely sure why she'd punched him.
Angel watched her go, a soft 'ow' escaping his lips as he rubbed his jaw.
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When Angel got back to the mansion, he noticed his door was slightly ajar. Cautiously stepping through, the scent of jasmine and citrus teased his senses; the underlying smell of metal spiked them.
He walked into the living room where a fire was crackling warmly. A figure lounged on one of the couches, deathly still.
"What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you." Angel snarled at his visitor.
The blonde woman turned her head to look at him, the flames reflecting orange on her snow white skin. A cruel, smug smile on her thin, red lips.
"Hello lover."
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"So he just came out of nowhere?" Willow was chewing on her jellybeans as if it was popcorn and she was at the movies.
The sun was high in the California sky as the two girls sat under a tree on the schoolyard. Buffy obviously recounting her run in with Angel.
"Yeah. And then he just throws me around like a doll and goes all cave man on me. You stay out of danger! Me, man will kill evil vamp." Buffy parodied. "It was completely humiliating."
"And completely romantic." Willow sighed.
"Yeah. That too." Buffy agreed echoing Willow's sigh.
"What's with the Jane Austen-ness?" asks Xander ambling up, chocolate bar in hand.
"Angel." Willow murmurs.
"What about him?" Xander asks, biting a little too harshly into his Mars bar.
"Obviously never heard of the feminist movement." Buffy lamented.
"Ah. See. I knew there was something off about him. He's a masochist!"
"I think you mean chauvinist." Corrected Willow.
"Same thing, really." Xander muttered darkly.
"BUFFY!"
The three looked over to see Giles standing on the steps of the school glaring at them. He pointed to his watch.
"And a training we all go." Sighed Buffy standing up.
"No. Training you go. We stand and mock." Piped up Xander.
"And research. We do the research." Willow couldn't really hide the excitement in her voice.
Xander slung an arm over her shoulders as they walked up the steps towards the library. "Willow, you're secretly a study inducing sado-masochist, aren't you?"
"Only for you Xander, only for you."
"So we're on the hellmouth." Says Buffy
"Yes." Giles wipes his glasses clean.
"And The Master is blocking it up with his scaly vamp ass." Adds Xander
"Yes."
"And he will be able to unblock it with this Harvest event." Interjects Willow.
"Yes."
"And that's all we know? Don't all those books give like, dates and times and exact locations. You know? X marks the spot of the big bad vamp?" Xander drops his head onto his arms.
"Well, the texts do explain that it will be in the next week." Giles explains "or so…"
"or so? Giles, if this Master is as bad ass as you make out, then 'or so' is really not helping me here." Buffy exclaimed.
"Then we'll just do more research." Willow was trying to be helpful, but wilted under the glares from Xander and Buffy. "or maybe not."
Buffy grabbed her jacket off the chair and hurried out the library.
"Where are you going?" asked Giles.
"Out!" she shot over her shoulder. She needed answers and only one person she knew had them.
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