Title: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Author: Edel
Summary:This is basically Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered B/Aus style.
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Spoilers: Everything up to Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered.
Chapter 2
By the time they arrived at the Bronze, the Dingoes had already set up and Devon was screeching into the microphone. Then, the guitar began softly and picked up volume as Buffy recognized a song she loved.
"C'mon, let's dance," she said to Xander. Joining the crowd of teenagers on the dancefloor they began dancing in a friendly manner, never noticing the dark eyes watching their every move…
Angelus came to the Bronze after finding the Summers' house vacant. His eyes narrowed in rage as he witnessed Buffy and Xander dancing, but became mesmerized by her sensuous moves as a slow song began to sound over the speakers. A low growl escaped his lips as he watched Xander clutch Buffy closer. That should be him dancing with her, not some boy! Lust filled his eyes as he studied her every move, and inadvertently took a few steps forward, but stopped as Buffy began to look around the club. He stepped back into the shadows, and waited impatiently for her to leave for patrol.
After Buffy walked the others home, she began patrolling Sunnydale's cemeteries. A few times she felt as if she was being watched, but dismissed the feeling. After climbing in through her bedroom window, she remembered that her mother was away for the night, and sighed. Grabbing her favourite pajamas, she headed for the bathroom for a quick shower.
Ten minutes later, she entered her room, towel-drying her hair. She stood before her dresser, brushing through her hair, when she realized that the atmosphere of her room was… off. She spun around and gasped. There, leaning against her window, stood Angelus. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his outfit. Black leather duster, over a burgundy velvet shirt and his trademark black leather pants. Her eyes slowly traveled back to his face, and blushed at his knowing smirk.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, as her eyes scanned the room for a possible weapon.
"I came to get what's mine," he answered. She backed up as he advanced until her back hit the wall. He reached out to brush away a loose strand of her golden hair, his finger touching her cheek for a lingering second. He smirked again, sensing the affect he was having on her.
"Where is it?" he asked suddenly.
"What?" she whispered.
"The ring," he replied, rolling his eyes.
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, I came here for my things," he said, stepping back. Her eyes narrowed, and her guard went up around her.
"Here!" she yelled, picking it up from the dresser and flinging it at him. He was almost at the window, when she asked mockingly, "What about the cross?" He looked over his shoulder, a smirk ever present on his pale lips.
"Oh, no, I don't think Dru would like that," he said, and disappeared out the window. How long she stood there, numb, she wasn't sure. She walked over to the window and shut and locked it, knowing he was still out there somewhere. She slowly climbed into bed, and let the tears silently fall, as Angelus watched, perched on the roof. He smiled, greedily taking in all her silent sobs, and jumped to land on the soft grass.
Angelus entered the dark, empty highschool, and walked along corridors, whistling a song that he had long forgotten the words of. He entered the dimly lit science lab, and the figure at the lit table jumped.
"Jesus, Angelus! You scared the hell out of me!" Amy said, a hand over her heart. Angelus rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Here's it is," he said, placing the ring on the table before her. "Is that all you need?"
"Yes," she said, preparing the ingredients for a love spell. "Now, sit on the floor in the red markings, and take this," she told him, handing him a lit candle. He did, taking off his shirt as he did, revealing three narrow strips of red on his chest.
"Diana, goddess of love and the hunt, I pray to thee. Let my cries bind the heart of Angelus' beloved. May she neither rest nor sleep until she submits to his will only. Diana! Bring about this love and bless it!" She dropped the Claddagh ring into the beaker.
"Blow out the candle!" she said hurriedly, and all became dark.
TBC…