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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“As for now, I’m gonna fuck Buffy senseless upstairs and you can
listen to her scream.”
“You are.”
“I am what?” Buffy asked.
“My whore.”
“I mean, I
already got that lecture from Giles, and now Willow. Who’s next?
Oh and tell your
counterpart thanks for telling Giles, I really appreciate it.”
“Well you’re the
one who fucked him Buffy.” He brushed past her.
“GET OUT! YOU’RE A MONSTER! AND I HATE YOU!” She started crying
again.
He punched her, “THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU! This is about me! Nothing
you want or need matters right now.”
“BUFFY! STOP THIS! STOP!” He grabbed her hands.
“NO! I KILLED HIM, YOU LET ME KILL HIM! HOW COULD YOU? YOU MONSTER!
YOU BASTARD! YOU LET ME KILL HIM! I KILLED HIM! DAMN YOU FOR MAKING ME DO THIS!
DAMN YOU!” She began hitting him as well as the tears continued falling from
her eyes.
“NO! I WANT TO
KNOW WHY YOU DO THIS TO HER? HUH? HURT HER, RAPE HER, BEAT HER, TAKE HER BLOOD
AND RUN? WHY? TO PROVE WHAT A MAN YOU ARE? YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A MONSTER WHO
DOESN’T DESERVE ANYTHING BUT A DECAPITATION!”
“FINALLY! AN
ADMISSION OF GUILT FROM THE GUILTY MURDERER!”
“OH REALLY? WHAT DID HAPPEN? BUFFY LOOKED TO THE SIDE AND
YOUR FANGS ACCIDENTALLY SLIPPED IN? THEN YOU HAPPEN TO FALL AND
YOUR
BLOOD JUST FELL IN HER MOUTH? SOUNDS PRETTY ACCIDENTAL!” Xander
screamed.
“Drink me.”
“Angel... please...” she said pulling on his bleeding wrist.
“Buffy, GO.”
“Not if you’re going to be all mean.”
He growled loudly and turned to her. “I am your sire Buffy and you
do as *I* say.” He snapped.
“Could she ever *really* know what she was giving up without
tasting it?”
“Why can’t I? I’m a woman, I’ve got motherly instincts.”
“Cause you look like a woman but you’re not one Buffy.” Her eyes
filled with tears immediately. “God Buffy, I’m sorry, it’s just that vampires
don’t raise babies. I thought you said you were okay with that.”
“I was. I thought I was, but when I saw her lying there all
helpless and crying? I carried her home and she slept on my stomach, and I
could hear her little heartbeat, she needs me. Please don’t take her away from
me Angel.”
“Don’t make you what Angel? Act like my sire? Cause I’m just a
vampire, huh?”
“No, Kat is mine. She loves me. Please don’t take my baby from me
Angel.” He moved her other hand and lifted the sleeping infant. “Please
Angel... please don’t... I need her.” She grabbed his leg as he turned to hand
the baby to Jenna.
“YOU KILLED ME! YOU TOLD ME YOU’D NEVER HURT ME AND YOU DID WORST
OF ALL!”
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He blinked his eyes.
Where was he? He looked down and he was whole. The scent of his blood filled
the air, but it was not the only scent. Sex and *her* blood also hung in the
room. Her blood splashed into his mouth. It had been so long since he’d drank
from her. The aroma, and the texture washed over him, it was purely her. He
drank from her greedily and she squirmed underneath him, screaming in ecstasy
once more. He felt her come around him smothering him with her hot liquids.
The double invasion of
her body sent her over the edge and she tried to hold on to the sensations that
surged through her body. They began to dissipate; he was drinking them out of
her, taking her life into his body, again by invitation. She closed her eyes
and enjoyed her last gift to him, feeling him so close to her body. She cried
once more.
Had it all been a dream?
An illusion? A nightmare? He forced himself off her retracting his fangs.
“Buffy?” He looked at her and she opened her eyes. “Buffy? You need to hold on,
I’m going to get you to the hospital.”
“No. Angel...” she
pleaded.
“Buffy, no, you can’t
leave me, you can’t, I won’t let you. I need you, I do, and you can’t leave me
like this.” He reached under her body and pulled her close to him.
He looked completely
terrified. Where had he gone in those few seconds? What went through his mind
as he drank from her? What had he thought about that made him so petrified? She
reached down for the knife knowing she minutes left. She found it, pulled it up
and saw the flames dancing on the blade, reflecting the fear in his eyes, and
the trust in hers.
“Buffy? I’m just going
to get dressed, just hold on, I’ll take you to the hospital and it’ll be okay.”
“No.” She held up the
knife to him. “Angel...” she was gasping for breath, she was dying, “Angel...
please... please...” He took the knife and pressed the blade into his wrist
lightly. He couldn’t. Not now. Not after seeing what he’d just seen. “Please...
Angel...”
He stared into her eyes and he couldn’t help but want her forever.
He willed himself to push the blade into his skin and made an inch long cut. He
stared at it for a couple seconds, watching his own blood ooze out of his dead
body. She reached out to his wrist and tried to pull it to her mouth. He
resisted. How could she know? How could make this choice? “Angel?”
He looked into her eyes.
“Buffy, let me take you to the hospital.”
“Angel... please...” she
pulled on his wrist once again.
“NO!” He placed her
gently on the floor and threw his clothes on quickly. He only hoped it wasn’t
too late.
A FEW HOURS LATER
“I’m looking for Buffy
Summers.” He heard Joyce’s voice before he saw her. She ran into the hallway.
“Angel, what are you doing here?” The woman’s unease with him was apparent.
After all, he’d put Buffy in the hospital once before, and THAT had been before
he raped her. “What happened?”
“JOYCE!” Giles and
Xander dashed down the hallway. “What happened?”
Giles knew, Angel could
see it in his eyes. Giles knew he’d just fed on fresh human blood. Giles knew
all he needed to know. “I think you should leave Angel.”
“I can explain.”
“It’s too late for
explanations.”
“Mrs. Summers!” Willow
ran down the hallway and fell into Joyce’s arms. “How’s Buffy?”
“I spoke with a doctor
about ten minutes ago. They’re giving her iron pills and a couple bags of
blood.”
“YOU DRANK FROM HER?!”
Xander shouted.
“Xander, keep your voice
down.” Giles said sternly.
“How could you do that to
her again Deadboy? As if it weren’t bad enough the first time? Oh wait, it
wasn’t the first time was it? I forgot about all those afternoons she spent
having sex with you. You just couldn’t stay away from her, could you?”
“It wasn’t like that
Xander.”
“How was it?” Joyce
asked.
“Buffy called me and
told me to come, so I came.”
“So she asked for it?
That’s rich Deadboy. Why don’t you just fess up? Why don’t you just turn her?
That would be even better than just drinking from her any time you’re hungry
for human.”
“Xander!” Giles grabbed
the boy’s arm. “Be quiet.” Giles turned to Angel. “I don’t dare speak on
Buffy’s behalf, but I do speak on our behalf and I say that you’re unwelcome
here. Please leave.”
“We don’t want murderers
at the hospital Angelus.” Xander said coldly.
“Fine. I don’t... I’m
sorry.” There was so much he wanted to say. He wanted to tell them about the
book and the souls. He wanted to tell them Buffy had begged for it. But it
didn’t matter. Had he really loved her, he would have gotten physical with her.
He knew the risks that entailed and he had done it anyway.
He look behind them
through the glass at Buffy once more before leaving. She needed peace. Peace
from him. If it was the only thing he could give her, he would. His final gift
to her. Her freedom.
“Angel...” Willow caught
his arm. He stopped but did not turn to face her. He couldn’t. “Angel, what
happened?”
“Does it matter?”
“Will she die?”
“I hope not but fear
so.”
“Will she... did she
drink from you?”
“She wanted to.” She
released his arm and he walked away after whispering, “but didn’t.”
BACK AT THE MANSION
It hadn’t hurt. He
remembered that it hadn’t hurt, turning to dust. It had been simple and
relatively painless and it had to be done. She needed to be free of him, free
of the burden she carried, free to find someone else. He could give her that.
He hadn’t been strong enough before but he understood now. Merely leaving again
wouldn’t do it, couldn’t do it. The scenes flashed before his eyes. Had it been
the Powers That Be that did that? That showed him what would be? That showed
him what had to be done?
He sat in front of the
fire with the stake from his dream. It seemed only fitting. As he felt the wood
deep in his chest, time seemed to freeze, and he once again bid farewell to his
beloved.
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“What have you brought
us today lower being?” He blinked. What happened?
“Was I supposed to bring
something?”
“You come before us and
bring no gift?” The woman said.
“You died. Both of you were
killed. I saw it.” He couldn’t understand how the Oracles stood before him. He
remembered the days before he obtained the Prophesies of Alberjian. He was
quite certain they had died.
“True but the Powers
That Be are powerful indeed, aren’t they brother?”
“Indeed. What have you
brought for us?”
“I have nothing. I don’t
understand what happened.”
“What happens to all
lower beings upon death.”
“We come here?”
“You come to be judged.
You are no exception to the rule for even warriors come for judgment.”
“So just tell me which
door to Hell and I’ll be on my way.”
“Are you so sure?” The
female asked.
“Sure of what?”
“Sure of the path that
is chosen.”
“Would you just for once
*speak* to me and tell me what happened.”
“We can no more tell you
that which happened as you can us.” The male replied.
“You read the Prophesies
did you not?”
“Yes. We translated
them.”
“And you don’t wonder
about their validity?”
“No.”
“Why not lower being?”
“Where was the
apocalypse? Where were the fiends from Hell? There were none. So why should
anything on that scroll come to pass?” In the couple years since they’d found
the scroll, he’d long since given up hope, if he ever had any. How could five
years of fighting rectify one hundred and fifty years of murder and rape?
“Are you so sure there
wasn’t an apocalypse?”
“Quite.”
“Yes but perhaps the
greatest battles are fought against oneself, against ones inner demons.” The
female said.
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His scream echoed throughout
the mansion. He ripped the stake from his chest and threw it on the floor. As
he pulled it out the pain disappeared and a pounding echoed through his ears.
His heart! It was beating!
AT THE HOSPITAL
She opened her eyes at
the sudden pounding in her head. “BUFFY!” Willow exclaimed.
“Keep your voice down,
there’s this thumping in my head.”
“Sorry, I’m going to go
get a doctor.” Willow left quickly. She was in the hospital. She remembered
making love with Angel. She remembered his fangs in her neck. She absently ran
her finger over the bandage. He had not let her die. Why? She’d wanted to.
She’d begged him and he had failed her.
Willow returned followed
by a man in a white suit. “I’m Doctor Smith. Can you tell me your name?”
“I’m Buffy Summers. Bill
Clinton is the president. I live on Revello Drive. My mom’s name is Joyce, my
dad’s is Hank and I’m an only child. There’s your analysis, I don’t need my
head examined. When can I leave?”
“I’d like to know what
happened Ms. Summers. The man that brought you here said you were attacked by
something in the park. Is that true?”
“Whatever he said.”
“Ms. Summers, it’s
important for you to tell us exactly what happened. Did he hurt you? If he did
we can get you protection. You don’t have to be afraid.”
“I’m not. He brought me
here. He saved my life. I was attacked, I don’t remember the details. When can
I leave?”
“You can’t.”
“WHY?”
“I’m going to go speak
with your mother and we’ll come back and talk.” With that, he left.
“How do you feel Buffy?”
“I’m fine. Where’s
Angel?”
“Guess what?” Her friend
said excitedly. “Tara and I are planning this trip, we wanna go to Hawaii next
Spring break. You can come if you want.”
“Where’s Angel?”
“We got a new ca-”
“Willow, stop avoiding
the question. Is he here?”
“The doctor said we
shouldn’t talk to you about it Buffy.”
“What? Why?”
“Buffy this is the third
time you’ve been hospitalized for severe blood loss.”
“So?”
“So to the doctors say
that’s three suicide attempts.”
“That’s not what happened
Willow.”
“What did happen Buffy?”
“I asked Angel to turn
me or kill me.”
“Buffy!” Just then the
doctor walked in.
A WEEK LATER
She tried to move her
arms and with effort she could easily break the straps that held her to the
bed. But she’d tried that before and she’d been sedated. Such behavior only
prolonged her stay. She was still. In the past week she’d under gone numerous
tests. She’d lied. She had to make up logical stories to explain her violent
history and her hospitalizations. She couldn’t very well tell the truth.
She’d been begging to
see Angel. Either he hadn’t come or he hadn’t been allowed in. She wondered if
he was okay. What if Giles or Xander had killed him and not told her yet? What
if he just left again? She needed to see him. She needed to know why he
wouldn’t let her go. She needed to know why he hadn’t wanted her for eternity.
She needed to know if it had all been her imagination.
He sat in front of the
fire breathing, feeling its heat and being warmed by it. He was eating their
ice cream, listening to their song on the small radio. He’d wanted to return to
LA two days after the incident, but he couldn’t. He wanted to make sure she was
okay. Xander had told him they were keeping her in the hospital for a psych
evaluation. He’d tried to go but the doctor had said no because it wasn’t in
her best interests.
He’d thought about
telling her that he was human. But why? To what end? He was once again a
liability to Buffy. He couldn’t count on the PTB to fix it since they’d caused
it. So he sat in front of the fireplace watching the flames.
“Okay Ms. Summers, how
are we today?”
“I don’t know how WE
feel, I know *I* feel okay. Can you take these straps off me?”
“I can’t do that.”
“WHY? You can’t keep me
here.”
“Ms. Summers, you are
unable to make decisions regarding your welfare. You’re a danger to yourself
and based on your history, you’re a danger to others as well.”
“Can I see Angel?”
“No.”
“PLEASE!” She shouted.
“No. I believe that
would set your recovery back. Now, tell me about your parents.”
“No.”
“What?”
“No.” She would try a
different tactic because clearly behaving wasn’t going to get her anywhere.
“Yes.”
“No. I refuse to talk to
you until I see Angel.”
“Then you can stay here the
rest of your life.” He stood up and started out.
“Can I at least see
someone else?”
“Who?”
“William, his name is
William, but we call him Spike.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” She asked.
She hated all his questions.
“Why Spike?”
“Cause he used to have
spiky hair, in the eighties. We’ve seen pictures of his high school years and
it was funny. He’s a good friend and I’d like to see him.”
“I’ll think about it.”
THE NEXT DAY
The door opened and she
ignored it. She refused to acknowledge the doctor’s presence. “Slayer?”
“SPIKE!”
He walked over and sat
next to the bed. “What the hell are these for?” He asked pointing to the
straps.
“I didn’t cooperate. I’m
a danger to myself and others.”
“Cor Slayer, what
happened?”
“What did Giles tell
you?”
“The little boy told me
Angel tried to kill you.”
“Spike, that’s not true.
I asked him to.”
“WHAT?”
“Keep your voice down. I
don’t need you hauled out of here. I haven’t talked to anyone except that
doctor in five days. My mom is on limited visitation. Spike you HAVE to find
Angel. Listen to him. I found this book and called him. You have to find him
and make them let me see him. I have to see him.”
Spike took her hand and
she shuddered at the images of him naked. “Slayer I haven’t seen him around and
he hasn’t been buying blood.”
“What if he walked
outside? What if Xander staked him? What if he left?”
“Calm down Slayer, I’ll
see what I can do.”
“Please Spike, I’m dying
in here.”
“I know Slayer, I know.”
AT THE MANSION
“Peaches?” He heard Spike’s
voice but did not answer. He didn’t want him to know. “PEACHES!” He heard a
knock on what was formerly his bedroom door. “Peaches?” Spike opened the door.
“Peaches, I’ve been ca-” Spike froze, and he knew. “Tell me.”
“I tried to stake
myself. There was this flash and I was at the Oracles’ and they sent me back
human. It’s my reward.”
“Well bloody hell! You
did it! Why aren’t you happy?”
“Why should I be?”
“Now you and the chit
can be together.”
“No we can’t.” Angel
stated.
“Why not?”
“Do you know about
before? About Thanksgiving?”
“Yeah, she told me.”
“That’s why. I almost
got her killed. We can’t be together.”
“But you’re supposed to
be now.”
“And it can no more
happen now than it could then so just leave it be.”
“She wants to see you.”
“Tell her I left.”
“I won’t do that Sire.”
“Tell her I died.”
“I won’t do that
either.”
“I’m not your sire
anymore. You’re free, truly free and she is too now.”
“Is she?” What was Spike
talking about?
“Of course she is.”
“She’s strapped to a bed
in the hospital Angel. Is that freedom?”
“WHAT?” He screamed.
“She’s there for
treatment cause they think she attempted suicide.”
“She did.”
“I know. She told me. I
explained things to Joyce and she said it was okay for you to see her, you’ve
been cleared. The Slayer needs to see you. The least you owe her is an
explanation for why you can’t be with her.”
“She can’t know I’m
human Spike.”
“Up to you mate. I just
delivered the message and now I’m done.”
“Ever wondered what
would happen if I hadn’t gotten my soul?”
“Every day Peaches,
every day.”
THE NEXT DAY AT THE HOSPITAL
She was sleeping when he
opened the door. He cringed at the straps holding her down. To hold someone
against their will was cruel; far worse than anything he’d done. He sat on the
chair three feet away and watched her sleep.
She woke to the stars
outside the window. She was glad she’d slept another day away. She turned her
head and, “ANGEL! They let you in!”
“Yes. Spike convinced
them.”
“How long have you been
here?”
“A while. How are you?”
“I’ll be fine once I get
outta here.”
“They don’t want
something else to happen.”
“I know.” Awkward
silence expanded between them. Their eyes were locked.
“Buffy, you understand
why...”
“Yes. It’s okay.”
“When you get out of
here, are you gonna try it again?”
She didn’t answer. He
already knew the answer. “Come kiss me?”
“No.”
Her eyes filled with
tears and it took all the patience and willpower he had to stop from telling
her the truth. “I’m leaving.”
“NO! Please don’t leave
Angel! Don’t leave me again. I can’t do it, not without you. PLEASE don’t do
that.”
“I can’t be what you
need Buffy.”
“You ARE what I need
Angel. Please don’t leave me again.” She fought against the straps. “PLEASE!
DON’T GO!” She broke them free and ran over to him. Her lips collided with his
and she was stunned. Two orderlies ran in and grabbed her. “NO! LET ME GO!” She
tried to fight them off but they stuck her with a needle. “NO! ANGEL!”
He was escorted out.
TWO DAYS LATER
He sat in the mansion in
the dark. He’d been sitting since he got back from the visit. He couldn’t
forget the look in her eyes when she’d realized the truth. He heard the door
creek open and he heard a voice, “Angel?” The voice was soft, but he knew it anywhere.
It was Dru.
~El Fin~
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