SERIES : the Chronicles
Continuation
SEQUEL TO : the Buffy
& Angelus Chronicles
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel, Angel/Spike,
Spike/Buffy, Angel/Buffy/Spike
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.
NOTES & WARNINGS : SLASH
(m/m) and a little bloodplay
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He sat in the dark, eyes
fixated on where he knew she was sitting, rocking. She hadn’t moved in two
days, she just sat rocking the minutes away. He’d tried speaking to her, Spike
had tried, Cordelia had tried; but she wouldn’t budge. He didn’t know what to
do except let her rock. He wondered what she was thinking. What was flashing
through her mind? Was she crumbling? Had he finally succeeded in creating
another Drusilla? That wasn’t what he wanted for her, though it had been at one
time.
**********
"What's
wrong? That's a good question Buff. Let's see..." Angelus sat next to her
as he began stroking her forcefully, his cold eyes staring into hers.
"Well, first things first, I didn't like the way you left me for Dru to
find. Secondly, you sent me to Hell. Third, you claimed that you loved the Soul
after you told me you were mine. Then you wouldn't unchain me. And lastly, I
think you have another boyfriend."
"What? Riley?
Please!"
"Is that his name?
What kind of a name is that?"
"I don't know. He's
nice, I like him okay, but he doesn't compare. As if he could. And I didn't
send you to Hell, I sent Angel and since you're always saying you're not the
same, then it's not fair to turn this around. What else? I never told you I
stopped loving Angel. I still haven't."
His hand slammed into
her face. "DON'T SAY THAT! YOU'RE MINE!"
"NO!" She
refused? How dare she? The bitch sends him to Hell for years and refuses to
admit the simple truth?
That was it. He ripped
off her shirt and bra, pulled down her skirt, and ripped off her panties. He
slapped her again before divesting himself of his clothes. She was so scared;
he could smell it, like the drugs running through his body, he craved that
smell. He remembered nights of blood, fucking and screams. He remembered flesh
on flesh and blood flowing from veins. He missed those days.
He mounted her and slammed into her tiny resisting body. She cried
out in agony and he closed his eyes. He’d heard screams like that before. He
cherished hearing little girl’s scream in pain as he pierced their virginal
bodies with his massive cock. The memories fueled the fire and he began
pounding into her. She squeezed around him, trying to stop him, squeezing with
all her might. It only made her tighter and more enjoyable for him. She was so
tight and hot around him. It had been so long since he’d fucked her. He’d
practically forgotten what he’d been missing. Almost.
"Please don't...
please." But he couldn't hear her pleas for mercy. He thrust hard into her
bleeding unwillingly body once more and came, uninvited. He opened his eyes and
hers were staring up in fear.
**********
“Angelus?” He shook off the memory of that
night and noticed Spike was now sitting next to him. “No change?”
“No change.” Silence stretched between
them. The only sound filling the air was that of Buffy’s small frame rocking.
“Angel?” Spike’s voice punctured the air.
“What?”
“What happens if she never snaps out of it?”
He hadn’t wanted to think about it. What
would happen? He couldn’t let her rock eternity away, could he? “I don’t know
Spike. Maybe she’ll talk tomorrow.”
“How many tomorrow’s are you gonna wait
before you stop her suffering?” He tried to growl, to be angry at Spike for
such a suggestion, but he knew it was an inevitable truth.
“Don’t even think that.”
“Angel, you can’t let her suffer like
this. If *you* can’t do it, I will.”
“NO one is staking Buffy!”
“Christ Angelus,” Spike stood up, “you
think I want that? You think I wanna clean up a pile of dust that used to be
the Slayer? You think I asked to love her? Or to love you? Or to even MEET you?
I didn’t, but it happened. And we have to accept that, what other choice do we
have? Didn’t you even stop to think Angelus? Just once? Slayers AREN’T supposed
to be VAMPIRES. And we were fooling ourselves to think or even HOPE any
different.”
“No. I don’t accept that. She’ll be fine.”
“How many times are you gonna tell
yourself that Angel?”
“As many times as it takes William,” Angel
couldn’t be strong anymore, he sank to the ground at Spike’s feet and sobbed.
He cried tears for the lives he’d taken, for the life he didn’t deserved and
the one that’d been taken away. He cried for the pain he gave Buffy and the
life she could never have, the life he took. “As many times as it takes.” He
repeated softly.
Angel held him as if he were sinking and
Spike were the only life raft. Had it really been less than two hundred years
ago he was holding the dying boy in his arms?
**********
“Evenin’ Angelus.” He quickly closed the
distance between himself and William, and placed a firm kiss on the human’s
lips. His William knew better than to deny a kiss from his lover. The past two
weeks had been incredible; but it was time. He wanted to move on, Dru was
getting restless. He had to laugh at the concept of an immortal not having
enough time but it was true. Tonight his William would cross the line, tonight
he would have William forever.
“Evenin’ William. I have a surprise fer
ye.”
“Will I like it?” The boy’s eyes twinkled
in curiosity and love alike. He would tell the boy first that he wanted him,
that he owned him, that he loved him. Then he would love the boy like no other
and finally share forever with HIS William.
“I reckon so William.” He smiled and took
the boy’s hand. They walked until they got to his house. Dru was chained in the
basement so she couldn’t spoil this for him. The candles were lit and
illuminated the room. “Do you like it William?”
“It’s beautiful Angelus. Is it fer me?”
“Fer us Will, fer us.” William’s hands
were at his jacket and shirt within seconds and he allowed the mortal to lavish
his chest with the warm tongue he loved so much. William engulfed his nipple
and bit it gently. “William, d’not do that yet. I’ve something to tell.”
“Then tell me.” He said through licks. He
felt the mortal’s hands at his trousers stroking his already hard member.
Angelus slid his hands into William’s long hair and twisted it as he keened in
pleasure from the tongue and hands on his cool skin. His hands went further and
pulled Will’s shirt. Cool met warm in a sea of fire and ice. He would miss it
the contrast but it was time.
William began to push them slowly back to
the bed. “William, I love ye.”
The boy stopped as they landed on the bed,
William on top. Those gorgeous blue eyes stared back at him and his boy smiled.
“I love you too Angelus.”
“Promise me you’ll stay with me ferever
William.”
“I’m betrothed.”
“Just promise me. Promise me before we make
love Will.”
“I promise.”
Lips met in a
passionate frenzy, remaining clothes were thrown on the floor, and hands rubbed
hard flesh. Angelus rolled them over and William moaned. He knew his Will liked
having his weight on top, pressing into him. And he had to admit that he liked
feeling the young man underneath him. He licked Will’s neck, concentrating on
the blood underneath. He’d longed to taste it, to drink it in. His cock jerked
in William’s hand at the thought.
“Tell me yer mine
William.”
“What?”
“Tell me you
belong to me.”
His boy looked
deep into his eyes, “I belong to you Angelus.”
Angelus smiled,
“You belong to me.”
William flipped them over again and said, “and you belong to me.”
He didn’t respond to the statement and was glad William didn’t push it. Instead
Will reached over to the table and had the oil in his hand. He applied it
liberally to his hard cock and Angelus drew his legs up so Will could have
access to his passage. This would not happen again. As much as he enjoyed
having his boy inside him, no sire ever let his male childe dominate him.
Angelus would be no exception. But He could enjoy it one last time.
He moaned as the mortal’s warm fingers invaded him, stretching him,
as he’d done to the boy numerous times before. He felt William’s hot tongue on
his cock and sac and he arched off the bed. “Patience Angelus.” The boy
quipped.
He bit back a low growl as the hard hot flesh thrust home, hard and
fast, like Angelus liked it. “Ready?” His lover asked and Angelus moaned in
approval. He thrust against the boy as William slammed himself forward,
therefore maximizing pain, penetration and most of all pleasure. His lover
loomed above him, staring deep into his eyes. He hoped those eyes didn’t
change. He hoped they’d still sparkle.
The mortal’s hand
wrapped around his own shaft as he pounded into the vampire. It was time,
William was close and he wanted to taste Will’s orgasm rip through his body.
His mask melted away and he growled, “mine” as he sunk his into the long
awaited prize. William jerked inside him and shot his cum inside Angelus’
welcoming hungry body. He drank greedily as he covered William’s stomach with
his own cum. The smell of sex and blood filled his nostrils as his boy’s blood
slid down his throat. He growled and purred as he felt the boy’s hands trying
to fight by scratching his body and grabbing his sides.
He withdrew his fangs
and sat up slightly. Angelus used his nail to gash his nipple and his blood
spilled out onto his pale chest. “Drink my boy.” He held the trembling dying
body as he felt William suck on his nipple hungrily. “Drink my sweet Will. Soon
ye will wake up and we shall be together forever.”
**********
He’d long since run out of stolen blood to
cry. The tears he had cried had stained his and Spike’s clothes. He released
his childe and looked at him. “Forever was never mine to give.”
Spike nodded in agreement, not saying
anything. The look in his sire’s eyes
said it all.
“I’m sorry William.”
“For what mate?”
“For taking your life,
for making you love me and leaving, for hurting you, and for taking Dru. I’m
sorry for making you love Buffy and then doing this to her. I made mistakes.”
“To err is human.”
“I’m no human.”
They sat in pestilential
silence for what seemed like hours watching Buffy rock. The silence was broken
by the phone and Angel willed himself to move. “Hello?”
“Angel? It’s Jenna. I
wanted to share the good news about the baby.”
“What about her?” He
asked looking at Spike through half-open eyes.
“Well, it turns out she
wasn’t abandoned. When we got back to the station I checked out the missing
baby reports and there were reports of a six month old having been abducted.
The missing little girl had a birthmark on her ankle that matched the your
baby’s. She was reunited with her mother early yesterday morning. Apparently
the girl’s biological father took her because he didn’t want the child adopted
by the stepfather. He got to the train station and someone recognized his
picture from the news so he discarded the baby quickly and got on the first
train out.”
“That’s great. I’m glad
it worked out Jenna, thanks for calling.”
“You’re welcome Angel.”
He hung up the phone and explained what happened to Spike over a
cup of blood in the kitchen. “I’m going to go tell Buffy. She should know.”
Angel stood up and
walked over to Buffy, still rocking, tears long since dried. He kneeled down in
front of her. “Buffy? Can you hear me? Buffy, listen, Jenna called. The baby
was stolen from her mother by her biological father. She was reunited with her
family yesterday. So everything worked out.”
Her eyes moved and
stared into him, penetrating the depths of his soul. “Go to Hell.” She said.
“Buf-” she pushed him
across the floor. “What?”
“How dare you Angel!”
The rage in her eyes petrified him. “How can you sit there and tell me
everything worked out? YOU DID THIS TO ME!” She vamped out and stood up. “YOU
TOOK IT ALL AWAY! YOU KILLED ME! YOU TOLD ME YOU’D NEVER HURT ME AND YOU DID WORST
OF ALL!” He stood up quickly and she was backing him against the wall.
“Buffy.”
“Don’t call me that.
Don’t say my name like you care Angel, if you did you wouldn’t have robbed me
of every chance I ever had. And for what? So I could be a possession? So I
could be a toy for you to play with? So you could have me any time and any
place? I never should’ve invited you into my home. You’re uninvited and
unwelcome Angel, you always were.” She was crying through her anger and he
stood stoic and took it. If she worked through it, perhaps she could forgive.
He deserved this, deep down he knew it.
“All my life I was waiting for love, to feel love, but I was
waiting for something that wouldn’t come, not from you. You gave me my first
taste of love Angel and I’m saying goodbye. Get gone, stay out of my unlife.”
“Buffy, please don’t do this.”
“Do what? Do what you did to me? Leave?” She held out open arms, inviting him. “You want me? Take me
Angel. Rape me. Make me yours. Prove to me what a big bad demon you are and
fuck me.” She pinned his body against the wall. She claimed his mouth brutally
and tore it away equally fast. “Hope it was good for you, cause that’s the last
time you’ll ever be that close.”
She began to walk away and he grabbed her arm. “Please don’t leave
it like this Buffy.”
“It’s the only way it could possibly be.” She said as she kicked
him, walked up the stairs, and out of his life.
They were right. Slayers shouldn’t be vampires. Slayers can’t love
vampires and vampires can’t love slayers. The world wasn’t meant to work that
way and he couldn’t go on without her. He stood up and walked past Spike into
his bedroom. He opened the drawer and took out Mr. Pointy. He walked over to
the bed and took off the silver ring. He sat on the bed Indian-style and placed
the ring in his lap.
“Goodbye my love.” He whispered as he plunged the stake deep in his
chest. He felt it pierce his dead heart and he could feel himself growing weak,
growing less, in essence falling apart. He vaguely heard Spike scream and a thousand
images of Buffy’s face flashed in front of him for she was his life. He held
his hand up and watched his fingers crumble in front of him. The last thing he
heard was the sound of a distant, and faint heartbeat.
~El Fin~
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