Author's Notes: Thank you guys again for the awesome reviews, alerts, etc, etc. It's been a joy writing this story. I can't believe that I started writing it last November. Anyways, after this chapter, there is probably going to be one more left, as I want to finally put this story to rest, and move on to finishing up my other unfinished stories.
The next chapter I will be taking my time to process the events and make sure the chapter goes smoothly and thoroughly, and because of that, it will be much longer when it's completed. This is probably not my best chapter, but I hope you guys enjoy it. As far as Angel behaving in this chapter, I think deep inside he loves Buffy, but being a vampire, that trait is dominated by his need of having her as just his in order to procreate and continue his line. In this chapter, the love he feels for her, and his need are soon going to clash against one another. Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
"Having a little midnight snack to curb your thirst o' Angel of the Night?" Buffy announced her presence, arms crossing her chest in consternation. "What are you doing here?" Angel ignored her question, tossing the half-naked corpse aside with negligence as he lapped droplets of blood from his fingers.
"Oh, I don't know, patrolling maybe? It's what one does when one has a job fighting against vampires and demons, which counts, I don't know, you. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the Sheriff around these parts; the Chosen One, Slayer comma the. No bloodsucking vamp goes around my town biting people without having a stake shoved in their chests."
Angel's expression took on a bewildered look. "The Slayer you say? Impossible. You're too puny to be the Slayer."
Buffy rolled her eyes at Angel's naivety. Who does he think he is? "Sure I can. One girl in all the world, with the strength and skill to combat the forces of darkness. That's me in a nutshell. Now, are you gonna try to stop me, or do I have to go over there and stake you myself? It makes it easier if I did just that, you know."
"Why would I do such a thing? You are destined to be my Queen, my bride. I could never hurt you," he remarked sternly, taking a step forward, arms reaching out in a forcible attempt to embrace her into his body. Buffy took a step back, revulsion and another emotion reeling her in. She couldn't deny that the attraction she felt for him was still there, in spite of her disgust.
"Queen? Wife? What've you been smoking buddy? Do I look like a Queen slash wife to you?" She quipped, hands at her sides. "Why would you deny me when I have finally found you? You cannot deny that you're developing feelings for me, can you? I can feel your attraction radiating in strong waves," Angel mused.
A tinge of crimson flushed the Slayer's face, turning her gaze to avoid his deepening eyes, her lips forming into a tight line. "That might have been true, once, or maybe even now, but it's not gonna stop me from staking you. You hurt those girls, and I swear I will kill you," she warned hotly, raising her fists in a fighting stance.
"I have no intentions of hurting you Buffy. I've waited far too long to have the rightful Queen at my side, and now it is the time to claim you as mine. Come to me. Do as I say, and I will be your slave forever," he cajoled in a voice as smooth as silk.
Buffy could feel her resolve wavering at the tempting offer. She took a step forward, eyes peering into his dark hypnotic gaze. "That's right, my love. Come to me. I can give you anything you want."
Buffy abruptly stopped in her tracks, shaking her head, breaking the spell. "Anything? Anything? What would I want? Perhaps a nice car will do. Not," she snorted. "And why can I not? I presume you're carrying my child, our child; I should be entitled to give you anything as I please." At this Angel flashed a devilish, knowing grin at the revelation that rattled the Slayer to her bones.
"A child? What the hell are you talking about?" Buffy scoffed, inching away, her back against a chain link fence.
"You don't remember? Who do you think was the one who fornicated with you outside Willy's Bar? I happen to recall that you seem to respond well to our little tryst," Angel continued in an arrogant fashion, flashing his perfect set of teeth, licking away the last trace of blood from his lips hungrily.
"No. It can't be," Buffy muttered, shock giving way to fear, then reluctant acceptance as the turn of unresolved events were spinning in her head, connecting as if they were the last missing pieces of the puzzle. It makes sense. Even if I didn't want it to. Even if I don't want it to.
"I'm afraid so, my dear. You have the been the one I've been searching for almost one thousand years, and counting. To think, I was feeling that I would never find you, at least not in this Podunk town you call home. I can sense the child growing inside you, awaiting its' arrival into the world."
Buffy fell to her knees, shutting her eyes to a gleeful Angel who was hovering close to her. "Even if I was pregnant, even if I am in love with you, I am not gonna let you kill those girls. You will be stopped. And I will not be your Queen." She gritted her teeth, pulling herself to her feet with her stake held in place as she tackled towards him, her head connecting against his stomach, her fingers digging into his arms.
They toppled towards a pile of metal trash cans, clashing against one another as piles upon piles of fast food wrappings and Styrofoam cups laid noisily strewn on the concrete walkway.
A kick to his shins prevented him from connecting a fist to her face. So much for the loving me treatment. Liar. I should have known all along.
A growl emanated from deep within her chest as she connected her fist to his lower jaw, sending him reeling with the strength of her bare knuckles.
"Impressive, but you are no match for me," Angel sneered, circling his arms around her waist, tossing her body to the bottom of the trash heap, his own laying on top of her, constricting her breathing.
"Was it good for you too?" He smiled, wrapping his hands around her throat, his thumb pressing against her larynx.
"Get….off….of….me…," She snarled, arms thrashing against her sides, the scent of garbage assaulting her nostrils.
"Not until I get my kiss," Angel cooed, puckering his lips as he pressed them gently against hers, tongue lashing, intertwining for dominance, taking her by surprise.
All sense of fighting and rebelling left the bodies of both Slayer and ancient vampire, leaving them only with the boiling emotions of longing, confusion, and desire behind.
How the hell did this go from kicking his ass, to wanting to kiss him, to him kissing me in less than five minutes? Buffy's mind was irrational with the thought.
"What are you doing?" She asked softly, eyes boring holes into his chocolate orbs that were gentle at the moment. "Frankly, I have no idea. I had wanted to do that since the first moment we met. Ever since then, I couldn't stop thinking about you. That is all I know," Angel answered hoarsely, placing his hand against her cheek, cupping it tenderly, as if they were mere lovers, not mortal enemies.
A/N: I know I know, the ending was a bit unexpected, right? Even so, I had wanted to stop it there in order to set up the events for the final chapter, and to make it that Angel and Buffy are not only enemies, but also something a bit more difficult for them to comprehend. With the final chapter, I will take some time writing it thoroughly and making sure that all plotlines within the story get resolved smoothly as best as I can. All feedback and questions are welcome always.
