SERIES : the
Buffy & Angelus Chronicles
PAIRING : Buffy/Angelus,
Buffy/Angel (at end)
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from all four seasons of Buffy & Angel season one.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own “Get Gone” (Fiona Apple).
NOTES & WARNINGS : Entire series
has : rape, torture, character deaths & pain (these things are not in every
part).
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She sat alone, as she
was often, with her thoughts. She was seeking relief, for the tears to cease
and the pain and grief to be over. She couldn't imagine how people moved on
after the death of a loved one? How could she? She had the radio on and was
waiting for her song. She had placed a request and was now waiting; it's all
she could do. She promised herself that her mistakes of the past would not be
repeated. She cranked the radio up and danced in her room.
//How many times do I have to say
To get away - get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling
Cuz I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this?
M'I gonna heal from the; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me//
If it were possible, she
was even hotter when she was dancing. He watched her from the shadows; he was
always in the shadows, watching his beloved. He remembered what it felt like
making love to her, for her to call HIS name, to have her begging him. And he
had accomplished his mission the other night, pretending to be the Soul was a
stroke of genius. She was weak because of her love for Angel. It worked to his
advantage. If only she knew how weak for her, he was.
He couldn’t even
comprehend this strange attraction he felt towards her. They were enemies but
he wanted her badly. He was drawn to her, some sick sense of irony he supposed.
So there he was, watching.
//How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe
and I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin' go-
Cuz I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this?
M'I gonna heal from the; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me//
She felt him, she always
did. The song ended and she shut the radio off and opened the window. "I
know you're out there, you might as well just knock on the window and say
hello." Nothing. Was she wrong? She felt him, he was there.
"BOO! Did I scare
you?" He said with his menacing grin. "Can I come in? Of course, I
really don't have to ask, and you really don't have a choice." He pushed
his way through the window.
"If you're looking
for a repeat performance of what happened the last two times, you can forget
it, my legs are closed to you pal."
"Oh Buff... must
you always be so cynical? You think everyone has ulterior motives; I just came
by because I love you. I thought we could get back together." He said with
a laugh as he flopped down on her bed.
"If I were you,
Angel," he half sat up, mad, "I wouldn't come to the bedroom of a
very angry Slayer, which also happens to be the same place she keeps all her
stakes and holy water."
"Oh, now holy water
could be fun, why don't you get some out? You can sprinkle it on my skin and
lick it off." He sat up and leaned back in the bed. "You know Buff, I
just can't understand why I didn't just jump your bones the first time I was in
this room, it would have saved us all that love crap."
"Because it was not
you, I know that now, I've learned my lesson, and I don't need a final exam, I
get it now. And the next time I find you in my house, you'll be dust sooner
than you can say my name."
"Then do it Buff, I
dare you, you think you can take me? Let's go!" He stood up and he
approached her and she stepped back. "You can't do it, anymore than I can
forget about your sweet little body." He snaked his hand around her waist
and pulled her close to him but she kneed him in the groin and he doubled over
in pain.
"I told you I'm not
your whore and I meant it, whatever the hell has been happening, stops here,
it's over. You and me are enemies, and enemies don't have sex with each
other."
"Apparently I
didn't get the memo, and you're mine, get that straight."
"Well, hear it now,
loud and clear, now get out!"
"Aw, Buff, come
on... I was looking forward to our little tryst, I've grown quite fond of
them." He grinned devilishly at her.
"Get out before I
put you out!"
He approached her once more
and leaned down, grazing his tongue on her neck. "Now, no need to get
testy Buff, we can do it the hard way, or we can do it the easy way, either
way, I'll be perfectly satisfied."
She pushed him away.
"GET OUT!" She grabbed a bottle that sat on her dresser and opened
it, spraying it at him, his hand went to guard his face and it burned.
"NOW GET OUT!"
"Have it your way
Buff, but this was a mistake, you're mine, don't forget it."
"I'm not yours, I
never will be yours Angelus."
He lunged at her once
more in game face and they slammed into her closet door, her hands above her
head. He grazed her lips with his own and then swept her away with a passionate
enraged kiss. He whispered into her mouth, "You're MINE." With that,
he released her and left. She sunk to the floor next to the closet and watched
him go.
"Well now Dru,
looks who's back from beyond. Where you been?" Spike asked, rolling into
the room as Angelus entered.
"I've been out,
sorry you couldn't come, but it wasn't a place for cripples. Hey Dru!" he
walked over to her and grabbed her hips and pulled her into his. He kissed her
deeply and looked over at Spike's expression.
"Angel, you reek of
the Slayer."
"Don't sweat it
Dru, I just dropped by to give her a present." She took his hand and ran
her tongue over his burn wounds. "She wasn't too receptive."
"You know, mate, we
could just make it easier and kill her."
"No Spike, my boy,
you don't get it."
"Yeah well, she
constantly gets in the way, it would be easier if we..." Angelus growled
loudly as he pushed Spike's wheelchair back into the wall.
"We're not going to
touch the Slayer, it's not worth it now."
Drusilla walked over to
Angelus and placed her hand on his cheek and whispered to him. "Calm down
Angel, Spike's just tired... let him rest." She walked over to Spike and
sat in his lap. He placed his hand over her stomach possessively. "Spike,
love, you should sleep, you haven't slept and maybe tomorrow we can all go
out."
"No can do Dru,
sit-n-spin is a liability we can't afford." Angelus said, lighting a
cigarette. "And besides, where could we take him?"
"Angel, he needs to
feed." Dru stood up and approached him.
"So bring him a
dog, he's not going anywhere."
"Hey pal, you don't
own me. You don't tell me what to do."
"And what are you
going to do about it?" Angelus said.
"I'll..."
"Do it Spike! Show
me what a bad ass you are." Spike tried to stand up but fell backward.
Angelus began laughing hysterically while Dru rushed over to help him.
"I'm fine pet.
Don't bloody worry about me."
"Spike, go rest...
please go rest..."
Angelus walked up behind
her and grabbed her hips and forced them into his own once more. "Yeah
Spike... Dru and I had plans for today, unless you want to watch." Dru
just giggled and Spike rolled into the next room and tried to block out her
screams for Angelus.
She woke up on the
floor. "Great! Another day of my normal teenage life." She stood up
remembering the visit from Angelus. She had been half willing to fuck him when he
threw her up against the wall, and his kiss? His kiss still made her weak. What
was she thinking? He was a mean vampire who hated her and wanted her dead. She
had told him to leave, and he had. She was not going to let that happen again.
She looked at her dresser and noticed something was missing. "Damn
him!" She was going to get it back.
"Spike?"
"Yes love."
"Spike, darling, do
you feel better now?"
"You know Ducks, he
reeks of the Slayer, his clothes, his body, everything, he was with her, did
you ask him about it? Did you smell her on him?"
"Stop it Spike, not
my Angel, he wouldn't. You're just jealous."
"Yeah, let's go ask
him."
"Spike... no
darling."
"Hey Angel! Come
here, I want to ask you something."
"What are you
yelling about Spike, Dru and I were in the middle of something, weren't we
Dru." He walked in shirtless, carrying Dru's shoe. "You forget
something Dru."
"I was wondering
why you smell like the Slayer, Angel, why are you so protective of her? Just
kill her, get it over with, then we can take Sunnyhell for our own."
"Because Spike my
boy, that's not the plan."
"Did you shag
her?" Spike asked. Dru looked surprised, but interested in the answer.
"No! Why would I do
that? The thought of that repulses me." Just then, he felt something, a
presence and turned around.
"And I thought you
were enjoying our little tryst, lover." Buffy smiled, finally having the
upper hand.
"It's true
Angel?" Dru said, beginning to whimper. "Mmmm... this is not good...
it's all wrong... Angel..."
"Dru... it's not
true, they're lying."
"Oh come on
Angelus..." Buffy asked, walking over to him, running her hands over his
chest muscles. "I thought we were having fun, the Bronze, my room..."
She began kissing his chest and she knew he was into it.
"What are you doing
here Buff? Couldn't stop thinking about me?" He said backing away from
her.
"You have something
of mine and I want it back."
"Sorry, Buff, you
can't give virginity back, but next time I see Angel, I'll give him the
message."
"I'm talking about
Mr. Gordo, my stuffed pig? I want him back."
He smiled, walking over
to her and pulling her into him. He put his head into her neck and Dru and
Spike just watched, waiting with smiles. He kissed her neck gently slowly
moving to her ear. "Fuck me first, lover." And he walked away and
grabbed his shirt.
"Angel..." Dru
said.
"I told you Dru,
he's a bloody poof even when he doesn't have a soul. He's not going to kill her
Ducks... he wants her. And that's bloody sick. 'm not going to stay here to
watch this. Coming Ducks?"
"Yes, I am."
The two left the room.
"Give me the pig,
and we'll call it even."
"Even? Hardly
Buffy! Hardly, now I believe you can get out."
"Isn't this what
you wanted Angel?" She began approaching him seductively sucking on her finger.
She knew it was getting to him, but how much?
He tried to keep his cool. “Name is Angelus. Angel is dead,
now get out."
She walked toward him
and took the shirt out of his hand. "I want the pig, and I'm not leaving
until I have it."
"Then you'll be
leaving in a body bag."
"Then so be
it." She walked over the fireplace and threw the shirt in it. "You
know, silk never really was my favorite fabric."
What the hell did she
think she was doing? She should be running out of the mansion, but instead, she
was staying. She was egging him on, begging for him to take her and have his
way with her once more. She was crazy. She knew he wasn't Angel, she got that
message loud and clear. She shouldn't give him the satisfaction, but she needed
to be close to someone. She was so lonely, and no one else could understand
that.
"Buff, I'll give
you another minute, before you regret coming here."
"What are you going
to do, bite me?"
"Maybe."
"Please, you could
no more bite me, than I can stake you."
"Touché." She
shrugged and approached him once more.
What the hell was he
doing? Spike was right, he was soft about Buffy, she should have been long
dead, but he couldn’t. She was right, he couldn't bite her, not to kill anyway.
He wanted her, he wanted her heat. She was his, she was his mate. He would make
her his, she was his, she just didn't know it yet. She snaked her arms around
his waist and pulled him close to her. Should he let her? This was a dangerous
situation for him, when he wasn't in control. He didn't like being the
submissive one, it didn't suit his taste. Should he indulge her? He had wanted
this for the longest time, for HER to have her way with him. Not here, he
couldn't here, not with the possibility of being caught in the arms of the
Slayer.
She pressed her lips to
his and forced her tongue inside his, massaging and biting his tongue, as he
got wrapped up in the kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair and down his
spine. It was so wrong, it was right. He retreated.
"Buffy..."
"What, you said I
had to do this to get the pig back, right? I'm playing by your rules."
"I'll be right
back." He said, running upstairs. He had to give her the pig, of course
that would be giving in to her, but perhaps that was best right now.
"Angel... when are
w... Buffy."
"Drusilla, how's it
going? Kill anyone lately?"
"Where's
Angel?"
"He's
upstairs."
"Love? Bloody hell,
what are you still doing here Slayer?"
"I came to join the
gang, you know, we'll kill, we'll fight, we'll fuck, the good things of life.
What do you think I'm doing Spike, I came to kill you."
"Bloody
unlikely."
Buffy walked over to him
and leaned down onto the chair, and was practically touching his lips with her
own. "Now now Spike, I don't think you could even stop me if you wanted. I
could have my way with you right here, and you couldn't do a damn thing about
it."
Suddenly a loud rumbling
grow filled the mansion, and she was being jerked away from Spike. She turned
toward the source of both, to find Angel in game face, glaring at Spike with
more hatred than she ever thought Angelus could have. "Seems there's
dissension in your happy home Drusilla. I'd rethink whom you invite into your
bed." Buffy said, running her hand along Angel's jaw. She ran the other
from his shoulder down to his hand, and took the pig from him. "Thanks
lover. I guess we'll be killing each other later, chow." And she laughed
as she left.
She tried not to hurry
to the door, but Angelus' show of anger had frightened her, he was really mad. She
had never seen him that angry. It was because of her. Once out of the mansion,
the sun hit her face and she knew she was safe, he wouldn't follow, he
couldn't. He had been mad at Spike though, not her, although it had been her
fault. He really was possessive over her. She had thought he had been toying
with her, when he told her she was his, but he was serious. What did that mean?
"I wonder if there is any research on this in the books Mr. Gordo, we'll
have to check it out, indiscreetly of course. We'll go to the library tonight.
Giles can't know that I'm researching vampire mating rituals."
"So, do you mind
telling me why you didn't kill her when you could." Spike said.
"And why were you
talking to her, Spike my boy? She's off limits to you." Angelus growled.
"Angel... baby...
she's dangerous, you can't be with her again." Dru said.
"I've got it under
control."
"You know, I
thought you were her lap dog before, it's even worse now, you're completely
Buffy-whipped Angel, and you don't even have a soul now."
Spike elicited another
loud growl and this time, a punch in the face. "I'd watch what you say to
me Spike, I'm still your sire, and you should respect that, if nothing else.
And remember, you can't do anything about it anyway, sit-n-spin." He walked
away.
"Spike? What do we
do baby?" Dru asked.
"If you ask me, we
should stake him." Spike said, rolling away.
He showered, he had to
get the smell off of him. Spike was right, he had to kill her to be cleansed of
her. To be rid of her, it's the only thing that would help. If he could look at
himself in the mirror, he would be too ashamed. His reputation, Angelus'
reputation, as one of the meanest vampires, and he couldn't even kill a Slayer,
because of love. Love? No, it wasn't love, it was remnants of obsession, that
was it, obsession and passion, and it was going to stop tonight. Tonight was
the night, tonight she would die.
Dusk fell and she went
home to change quickly. She headed out, past the Bronze, toward the school,
doing the rounds through the cemetery quickly. It was relatively quiet. She
entered the school, it was dark. She went to the library and turned on the
light, and got to work pulling books on vampires off the shelf. She was behind
a shelf in the back, when she felt him. She turned to her right and he leaning
against the shelf smiling.
"Hello lover."
He said.
"Can't you just
leave me alone for a night?" She said as she brushed past him and carried
the books to the table.
"What are you
doing?" He asked following her.
"Nothing, research,
none of your business, go away."
"Now I can't do
that. I'm ready."
"Ready for
what?"
"To kill you."
He grabbed her and pulled her to him, he buried his face in her neck and she
felt the tips of his fangs pressing into her skin lightly. He remained still
for a few minutes and finally let her go.
"What's wrong?
Chicken out? Get a soul?" She said laughing. She had almost wished he had
bit her, at least this game would be over. She sat down at the table.
"So what are you
researching?" He asked morphing back, grabbing a book. "Vampires:
Lore and Folktales." He said, reading the cover. "I can answer any
questions you may have Buff, I've been a vampire for years now, I know a
lot."
"Yeah well, you'd
probably lie to me anyway. Would you please leave, I don't want to fight, and I
don't want to die. Would you just leave, please."
"Now you critique
me for coming to your house, and you come to mine, and you don't expect me to
pay you a visit? Come on Buff. We both know why you came to the mansion, why
don't you just admit it."
"I went for my pig,
I got him back, without a fight, I may add, and that's why. Perhaps the greater
question perplexing us tonight is why you took him to begin with, you knew I'd
come over there and now Spike and Dru know your dirty little secret. Her face
was absolutely priceless. Why are you here anyway?"
"To kill you."
"Please, I don't
want to take my math test, you'd be doing me a favor really." She opened
the book and began reading nonchalantly.
He couldn't understand it,
she didn't even smell of fear, nothing, just like her normal self. Was she
really okay with his being there now? That wasn't right at all. It infuriated
him and he growled.
She looked up at him and
put a finger over her lips. "Do you mind, I'm reading." She looked
back down at the book and he was even angrier than he had been earlier. He
pushed the table across the room as he stood up.
"Come on! You're
dying tonight Buffy! Die or fight!" He said switching to game face once
more.
"Great, let me just
write a note and leave it on Giles desk, so he understands, oh and a nasty note
to the principle, or rather, just promise me you'll kill him and give the
message, would you do that for me?" She asked batting her eyelashes. She
whipped out a piece of paper and began talking as she was writing, "Dear
Giles... I just... wanted to... let you... know that... I decided... to let
Angelus... kill me... tell mom... I love her... and the gang too... I'll
b..."
He ripped the paper
away.
"Or I won't leave a
note, kind of inconsiderate, but whatever you are a vampire, so go ahead."
He looked down at her as she put her head to the side and pushed her hair out
of the way. "Go ahead, you came here to kill me, so do it. I'm giving you
free reign, I mean, look at my neck and tell me you don't want it..." She
reached up and pulled his head into her neck.
He growled loudly and
pushed her to the floor. "This isn't over, YOU'RE MINE!" He said as
he ran out.
"OH MY GOD THAT WAS
CLOSE!" She screamed after she was sure he left. She'd kept her cool
through the whole thing, now why didn't he do it? Maybe cause it was too easy
if she offered herself to him, or maybe he didn't want to kill her. He wanted
her alive for some reason. Who knows?
Something that he had
said repeatedly echoed throughout her entire body, "YOU'RE MINE!" It
sent chills resonating through her entire body. What did that mean? She had
always thought that her and Angel were as destined to be together as she was to
be the Slayer. She had always thought of them as meant to be. What if that were
true? Were two people destined to be together? There was enough chemistry
between them, like they were made to fit together. She could meet his strength,
she could enjoy it, where it would hurt others, and the same was true of him
with her strength. Angel was something of a unique case, but Angelus? It scared
her completely to think that they were meant to be.
Still, the events of the
past couple weeks scared and thrilled her. It was still Angel's body, his
strength, his coolness, the feelings that he evoked in her made her quiver. The
feeling of him deep inside her body, like he was meant to be there.
She had to get home, her
mother would begin to worry, and Angelus could still be looming around. She had
better keep a stake under the pillow, just in case. She walked home and she was
almost disappointed when she didn't feel him near. She had to admit something,
if only to herself. Her spider senses were way stronger when he was around, not
like with other vampires. Her whole body resonated with that excitement and
fear when he was around.
She got home, almost
smiling at the thought of him above her, pushing her past the limits of her own
comprehension, making love to her. Why had he done so? Sure he pretended he was
Angel, but had that been a way to make love to her and still call himself a bad
ass? The thought puzzled her as she drifted off to sleep.
He stared up at the
window and saw her light go off. He climbed up and found the window partially
opened, an invitation? Did he dare enter? He did indeed. He took his place,
once more, next to her, watching her breathe, sleep, so peaceful. He leaned
down and breathed in her clean scent. He kissed her ever so gently on her
cheeks and grazed her lips, running his tongue over it. He wanted so badly to
touch her, his hand hovered over her abdomen, trying to decide where to go, but
instead it retreated. He sat watching her.
He was torn in two. Half
of him wanted to make love to her again, and the other half wanted to tear into
the tender flesh of her neck. He couldn't understand why he didn't just kill
her, she had given him an open invitation, practically begged him to, why? She
was his, he knew that. The soul had given her the ring, but it was still
binding her to him, and him to her. What was it about her that made him act
like a human when he wasn't? He hated her. He loved her. Love? That was not a
word he should even think, but she was his.
He sat watching her,
imaging the wonderful fun they could have. Why didn't he just turn her already
and make her his permanently? Because, he enjoyed her warmth, he relished her
life, hearing her pulse pick up when he brushed her with his fingers, listening
to it race when he brought her to orgasm. If she were dead, he would not get to
hear those sounds that he missed with Dru. He wouldn't get to feel her hot
breath on him again, and he enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it, it drove him
crazy, the sounds and smells of her life. He knew he would eventually turn her,
but he wanted those things a little while longer.
He usually had a problem
being dominated by any woman or demon. As much as he had liked his sire, she
was very domineering and rarely let him take control so once he was free of
her, he had made Dru and completely controlled her. What of Buffy? He almost
wished she had the guts to chain him up somewhere and torture him, she would be
good at it. She had the strength, and the will to inflict pain on him, and she
knew the things that would get him most. He wanted her, she was his. He felt no
need to explain it anymore, it was simple. He leaned over her and whispered,
"You're mine love," in her ear before leaving.
She woke up startled and
saw the window closing. He had been there. He hadn't tried to trick her. He had
told her she was his, and had left. She looked around the room, no messages
written in blood, nothing missing, no dead friends, she slowly closed her eyes
and drifted off.
The next day was a
normal day, except that she didn't hear a word her teachers said, of course
that was normal for her. "You're mine love." She heard it over and
over in her head, she saw his face in her history book, she felt his lips on
hers when she closed her eyes. She was as obsessed with him as he with her and
it scared her. What if they were meant to be together? There must be a spell
that she could cast, a true love spell? Perhaps. She went to the library,
luckily Giles was at lunch and it was deserted. She found magic books and
looked up true love spells.
"'This spell if
used correctly, will lead your heart to its desire.' This sounds perfect."
She read the ingredients and was on her way. She got the ingredients and went
home to prepare, with any luck, she would know the answer soon.
She went about placing
the three candles in a triangle in the center of her room. "Red for love
and passion, Purple for wisdom and psychic awareness, White for purity and
truth. I light these candles for Diana the Goddess of Love to join me tonight
in finding my hearts desire." She placed the bowl of rose petals within
the circle and took the small lodestone out of her pocket and sat in the middle
of the circle. She placed the lodestone in the bowl on top of the rose petals.
She sat down, Indian style in the middle of the circle and stared at the
candles. "I call you Diana, Goddess of Love to join me in my journey, to
guide me to my true love, to my destiny."
She looked down and
stared deep into the stone and she felt energy surging through her body, in the
air as she began to chant, "Stone which draws from below and above, draw
me now to my one true love. Stone which draws from below and above, draw me now
to my one true love. Stone which draws from below and above, draw me now to my
one true love." She kept chanting and her words became someone else’s, a
voice in the air was chanting them and she felt herself floating, flying, free.
Suddenly, through the stone shot a bright light and the stone began flying with
her, lifting itself out of the bowl. "Stone which draws from below and
above, draw me now to my one true love. Stone which draws from below and above,
draw me now to my one true love."
She stood up, the
candles flames now reaching her waist, burning brightly and followed the stone
as it left the house, and the candles extinguished themselves. She followed it,
only seeing it, not knowing where it was taking her, just following as it was
her destiny. The stone carried her legs to Crawford Street where it dropped to
the ground and dimmed. She shook her head and looked around not remembering
ever leaving her house. "So what? That's it, there are three people in
this place." She bent over and picked up the stone and it was warm to the
touch. She knocked on the door lightly, hoping no one answered. She opened it
and walked inside, feeling her blood begin to tingle.
Her feet carried her up
the large staircase and she felt compelled to open a door at the end of the
grand hallway. She knew not why, perhaps the spell was still working. She
opened the door slightly and saw him lying in his bed, this must be his private
room. She entered inside and watched him. He wasn't breathing, if she didn't
know he was already dead, she would think he was. She examined the contents of
the room: metal framed canopy bed with black satin sheets, a mahogany roll top
desk, a leather lounge chair, a bookcase and closet. She saw the back of the
door had a deadbolt lock on it, and she locked it.
She opened the desk
quietly so as not to wake him and gasped for air when the contents were
revealed. Drawings of her, a shrine to her. There must have been hundreds of
drawings of her: sleeping, dressing, showering, sitting in the library doing
research. As she shuffled the papers around she came to a slew of drawings of
her and Angel. Drawings of them making love the night he had lost his soul, and
of the night they'd shared at the Bronze, and in her room. Then she came to
drawings of her in a corset, in front of him tied to a chair. She founds others
with him biting into her neck, with the only color in the picture being red,
coming from her neck. The pictures were overwhelming and she didn't want to see
them, she closed the desk.
She should leave, she
should bolt out of the door, but she didn't. She walked to the closet and
opened it to find his clothes, the leather pants, silk shirts, his duster, she touched
it and closed her eyes, deeply inhaling his scent. She pushed the clothes the
side and there was a box on the floor. She opened it quietly and was taken
aback yet excited by it's contents: a bottle of seemingly holy water, crosses,
a dagger, a whip, candles, salt, garlic, a riding crop, and various scarves
and metal handcuffs. It was, most
likely, his own personal torture chamber for Dru. She closed the box.
She walked over to him
and looked at him, he was beautiful sleeping, so peaceful. The demon that raged
inside was hidden, and she wondered if he ever slept vamped out. She took the
stone out of her pocket and it was glowing again. 'Great! So he's my true love!
Even though he doesn't love, can't love! Wonderful! I don't suppose you'll tell
me what I should do next?' She thought, but the stone dimmed and she no longer
felt its energy.
She sat on the side of
the bed, next to him. He had the silk sheet draped over most of his body and
she wondered if he had anything on. Dusk was nearing and he would probably be
waking up soon. She watched him sleep and she realized she was in love him, she
couldn't help it, she loved all of him. She closed her eyes and thought of his
hesitation in the Bronze, why had he not wanted to take her? Why had he held
back? And why hadn't he bitten her in the library? Or last night? "You're
mine." She whispered and his eyes shot open.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE
YOU DOING HERE?" He screamed vamping out as he up.
"Shh... I come
unarmed." She backed away. "God you come into my room all the
time."
"Why are you
here?" He demanded morphing back, and she wondered why.
Why was she here? How
long had she been here and what had she seen? He looked at her, he could take
her so easily right now and he challenged himself to do so, but refused.
"I... I don't have
an answer for that, I just came... I don't know... I should go." She stood
up and he grabbed her arm, she felt so good. Memories and desires flashed
before his eyes and he knew he was stuck in the bed until she left.
"Don't." She
sat back down and looked at him. "Don't." She half smiled at him.
"Why did you say that to me?"
"What?"
"Earlier, it woke
me up."
"Well, I know
you're not very fond of magic and spells and stuff, but I did one, to find my
one true love, the person I'm meant to be with and it led me here." She
opened her hand and held up a little stone. "This little stone, it was
kind of cool actually, it was like I was floating here, I don't even remember
walking here, but here I was. I came up, no one was downstairs."
"Yeah Dru's giving
Spike pity access today."
"Pity access?"
"Well, he can't do
much, but..."
"Oh right, he's
hurt." He didn't understand what was happening to him.
"You didn't put a
spell on me did you?"
"No, it wasn't on
anyone or anything like that." She paused. "Why?"
"Cause the last
time that happened I got a soul and I don't need to that again, guilt, remorse,
caring, doesn't suit me."
"Well, I'm going to
get going now, have a nice night." She stood up once more and he grabbed
her arm once more.
"Don't. You don't
have to leave."
"What the hell is
happening here? I mean one minute you're threatening to kill me, the next
you're making love to me? Now you're telling me to stay, what's your game?
What's the pl..." He pulled her head to his mouth and caught her lips in
his to silence her.
~El Fin~
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