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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They had patrolled in
silence, Buffy trying desperately to ignore the throbbing between her legs.
Spike had viciously beat up one vampire before putting it out of it’s misery.
She had watched him fight, he had skills, no doubt the result of Angel’s
tutoring.
“So when is he coming
back?”
“I don’t know Slayer,
why?” His voice was sharp, angry.
“Why so mean Spike? I
didn’t do anything.”
“Nothing.”
“No you have something
face. Come on, over the past half a year we’ve shared a lot, probably too much.
There’s some stuff Slayers and vampires shouldn’t talk about, but we did and
now that barrier is gone. What I’m saying it that there ain’t much that would
surprise me.” ‘Sure there is Slayer.’
“No. Let it be.”
“Is it about the ki...”
“Let it be.” He said
with a growl before taking off. She thought it best to let him go. She set off
for Giles’.
“Buffy? What’s up?”
Giles asked as he answered the door.
“Nothing much. Angel
went back to LA, can I come in?”
“Yes, of course.” She
walked in and saw Willow.
“Hey Wills.”
“Hey Buffy, where are
the wonder boys?”
“Angel’s in LA, Cordy
had some problems and Spike took off. Something’s bothering him though I don’t
know what. How are you?”
“I’m good.” She wished
things could be the same as they had been, but they weren’t.
“GILES!” A girl not much
taller than Buffy walked downstairs. She had long jet-black hair and was of
darker complexion and similar build. “Giles?”
“Yes Cassy, I’m right
here.”
“Good, I need to go
shopping, should I do it after patrol?” The girl froze as her eyes met Buffy’s.
“Who’s she Giles?”
“Good question.” Buffy
said. “Giles?” Buffy asked her Watcher.
“Buffy, this is Cassandra,
Cassandra, this is Buffy.” The girls shook hands.
“You must be the old
slayer.” The girl said with a silent chuckle. “I must admit this must be my
first time shaking hands with a vampire.”
“The OLD Slayer?” Buffy
questioned.
“Buffy, as one slayer
dies another is called. Cassandra was called. She’s the new slayer.”
“And they sent her
here?”
“She’s come to control
the Hellmouth.”
“But I’m here Giles.”
She said, her voice filled with weakness.
“Well, you’re not the
Slayer, you died, I’m here and I kill vampires.” The girl said curtly.
“Is that why she’s here
Giles? The Council sent her to kill me?”
“Buffy,” Giles took her
arm and led her into the kitchen, “it is the Council’s policy to order the
death of demons they see as threats. They have no information on Slayers who’ve
been turned doing anything except eventually cracking and killing people.”
“But I’m not like those
others.”
“Buffy, I don’t know
what to say.”
“Have they hired you
back to be her Watcher?”
“Yes.”
“But you’re MY Watcher.”
“And I always will be,
but right now I have Cassy to deal with.”
“But...”
“Hey Giles, I’m ready to
go now.” Cassy said loudly from the living room.
“Go where?”
“To the Hellmouth, for
lessons. I’m sorry Buffy, but I HAVE to go.” He hugged her gently and left. She
went in and looked at Willow.
“You okay Buffy?” She
asked quietly.
“Can things ever be the
same again Willow?” She pleaded with her friend.
“Things haven’t been.”
“I know. But can they
be?”
“Buffy, you’re a vampire
by choice.”
“Then I guess that’s
it.” She glanced at her friend one more time. “Be happy old friend.” She said
as she walked quickly out the door and ran to the mansion.
He walked through the
graveyard, not knowing exactly why. He hopped up on a tombstone and sat, legs dangling
down. How had he gotten here? Things had been okay, a little boring, but okay.
His friendship with the Slayer was more than okay, they were close, and he
liked it that way. He recalled when he had told her he loved her. Her reaction
had been that of discontentment. It messed up her perfect picture of life. Her
heart belonged to Angel. Since then he’d told her numerous times he loved her
like a sister. But truth be told he’d love Dru like that as well, and Dru HAD
been his sister, as was Buffy now. She still didn’t quite understand that
vampire families often were all sexually involved with one another.
Which brought him back
to the kiss. Things had been getting better, him and Angel were patching things
up quite nicely between them. Spike saw the glimmer of the friendship they had
once shared. That friendship had taken a couple decades to build. They had at
one time been Sire and fledgling and Angelus had treated him as such in the
beginning. He slept in the minions’ chamber with the other fledglings, but one
time Angelus had invited him to stay the day in his bed. His Sire was a tender
and affectionate vampire, who treated his childer well. That one day changed
them from Sire and fledgling to Sire and Childe. The days after Spike was asked
to join him and every day thereafter his Sire taught him the ways of the
ancient ones. Where Dru had been a toy for Angelus to take his frustrations out
on, Spike, rather William, had become his companion, practically his equal. It
had hurt him when his Sire left him to meet Darla in Rumania. They had been so
happy. His Sire had promised him he’d come back and of course he never did.
Angel had written ‘you.’
What had he meant? Is that what he wanted? The kiss had been like he’d
remembered. His Sire’s heavenly mouth hadn’t change it was still so soft and
caring. Angel was much more like he used to be than he’d probably ever admit.
The kiss had just messed everything up. He hopped off the tomb and walked home.
It was shortly after two
in the morning when he’s gotten home. Nights just weren’t as fun anymore. He
went up to his room but heard crying coming from the grand bedroom. He walked
to it and Buffy was crying on the bed. He rushed over to her and she latched
onto him. “What’s wrong love? What happened?”
“Oh Spike, it’s awful!”
“What?”
“Everything. I hate
myself.” She screamed trying to pull her hair out again. She’d had these
episodes in the past two months. There was usually a trigger, something that
had set her off, to where she regretted what she’d done. It had been Angel’s
policy to let her beat him up for it, instead of allowing her to hurt herself.
He also knew that Angel could usually calm her down from hurting by making love
to her. He had explained that to Spike one day while Buffy was sleeping after a
long night of hurting and love making. She would also have spells where she
refused to feed, a couple days here and there, one time she went a week without
feeding.
“Buffy, listen to me,
you don’t hate yourself. Tell me what happened.”
“Oh god... I should be
dust, she’s gonna kill me, I know she is. And I’m gonna go to Hell and I should
be there with all the other dirty demons...”
“SLAYER STOP IT!” He
grabbed her hands from her hair and sat behind her, wrapping her arms around
her body so she couldn’t move them.
“I’m not... DON’T CALL
ME THAT SPIKE! I’M NOT, I’m not... I’m not...”
“Not what love?” She
threw her head back into his and he was forced to let go of her. She stood up.
“I’m not the Slayer, SHE
is.”
“Who?”
“Cassy. She stole my
Watcher and my friends and I’m nothing anymore.” She sat on the bed.
“Who’s Cassy?”
Buffy was calming
herself down slightly. “She’s the new Slayer. Giles is her Watcher. He’s not
mine anymore. I’m... I died and they sent her to kill me.”
“Buffy, love, you’re a
vampire now. Slayers kill vampires, that’s their job. Council didn’t wanna help
Angel when he was poisoned, and they probably don’t want any other Slayer
getting any ideas. And you’re not nothing. You’re Buffy, same person you always
were.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are. You were a
beautiful, sexy, courageous, intelligent, funny, talented young woman and you
still are.”
“No I’m not. I’m a
vampire, I’m a blood-sucking vampire.”
“Isn’t it you who always
told Angel he was not defined by the demon?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still think
that’s true?”
“Don’t twist my words
around.”
“Buffy, you’re a slayer,
you always were, and you always will be, no matter what mask you wear or no
matter who’s skin you’re in. You’ve always been beautiful and wonderful and you
always will be.” She looked into his eyes and he felt like he could melt into
them.
“Tell me.” She said.
“Tell you what?” He knew
what she wanted him to say.
“What you always tell
me.”
“I love you Slayer,
nothin’ll change that.”
“Spike...” This was the part
where he’d normally say, ‘like a sister.’ This time he didn’t. “Spike?” She
looked at him, pleading with him to finish their ritual. What he wouldn’t give
if she’d look at him with the same lust in her eyes as she looked at Angel
with. “SPIKE?” He stood up and went into his room.
She sat on her bed for a
while and processed what Spike had said, or not said. And as she did,
everything made sense. Why he’d stuck around after Angel left, why he’d helped
them, why he’d saved her life, why he’d been so upset after Angel turned her,
why he thought of her in the shower. She understood the adoration in his eyes
now, and why he was always so anxious to spar with her and why he always wanted
to knock her to the ground. Why he’d asked her to shower with him and offered
massages, he’d been flirting with her. Why he’d offer to bite her and why he
was usually so happy when Angel had left them in the house. How could she have
been so blind? Spike not only loved her, he was IN love with her. And she loved
Angel, hence his seething hatred for their Sire.
Angel reached his
apartment in LA and threw his duster on the couch. He hadn’t wanted to come
back, but Cordelia had business for him that couldn’t wait. He still hadn’t
discussed their living arrangement and had no idea how to approach the subject.
He picked up the phone and dialed their number.
“Hello?” She said, she
sounded upset.
“Buffy? Are you okay?”
“ANGEL! I’m better now.
I miss you.”
“I miss you too. Are you
really okay? Cause...”
“I will be okay. Spike calmed
me down a little.” What?
“What?”
“I met the new slayer.
Her name is Cassy.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah and Giles is her
Watcher.”
“The Council hired him
back?”
“Apparently. Oh and
Willow basically told me we couldn’t be friends anymore.”
“Oh Buffy, if you need
me, I’ll come home. Just say the word.”
“I’ll be okay. I’ve just
got a lot to process, but I have to learn, I can’t rely on you all the time. If
I do, we’re in for a very long forever.” She giggled at her own words.
“Buffy, I don’t mind,
you’ve been dealing with a lot.”
“I know, but I have to
sort through some stuff on my own I think. I miss you.”
“What else is going on
Buffy?”
“Nothing.”
“No, there’s something
you’re not telling me.”
“Spike is just upset
over something.”
“Is it about the kiss?”
“I don’t know. I started
to talk to him during patrol and he ran. Then we were talking here and I told
him about the Slayer and he left again.”
“I’m sure you’re
confused about the kiss.”
“I don’t know. We all
need to talk I think.”
“Yes, I think we do. Lay
all our cards on the table.”
“What did you write?”
“What?”
“On the paper, what were
you fighting for?”
“Nothing important
Buffy.” Liar. He was a liar. He’d been fighting for the world, his world.
“Well, the sooner I get over to Cordy, the sooner I’ll be home.”
“Okay. I love you. Hurry
home.”
“I will, and Buffy? Go
to Spike.”
“What?”
“Just tell him that...
just go to him. I love you.” He hung up the phone and took off for Cordelia’s
deep in thought.
She went to Spike, like
Angel had said. She knocked on the door and he murmured something. She opened
the door slowly, “Spike?”
“What?” He was laying on
the bed in his boxers.
“Angel called. He’s in
LA.”
“Great, bye.”
“Spike I thought maybe
we should talk.”
He sat up quickly.
“Talking is highly overrated Slayer.” She had no idea what she was doing, but
her brain didn’t have time to think. She suddenly found herself in a searing
kiss with the blonde vampire, their tongues dueling.
She pulled away and
looked at him. “Then I guess we won’t talk.” She ran her hands up his chest and
pulled him to her mouth again but he resisted.
“Go.” He turned away.
“What?”
“Leave.”
“I don’t understand
Spike.”
“Go, G-O as is leave,
scram, get out, amscray, goodbye, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
He turned and laid on his side with his back to her.
“Fine. You don’t wanna
talk about anything. You wanna lock yourself up and close yourself off and
that’s just fine. Have it your way Spike.”
THE NEXT AFTERNOON
She woke up and stumbled
downstairs in her nightie. Spike was sitting at the table in the kitchen,
half-naked, drinking a beer. “Isn’t it a little early for alcohol?” She
got a glass and filled it with water.
“No. It’s never too
early to get drunk, especially these days.”
“True.” She sat across
from him. “You remember I told you about Faith?” She decided to try to be like
before, when they were just friends, nothing more.
“Yes.” He had taken the
hint, she hoped.
“Well the new slayer
looks like her a little, long black hair, kinda curly, dark complexion,
rude...”
“Why is she rude?”
“She basically told me I
was dead and she the slayer and she would dust me if she felt like it.”
“What about your
friends? You said she took your friends.”
“Right, well I’ve been
trying to make things right with Willow and Xander. Things just haven’t been
right since Angel got back from Hell, since I came back from LA.” She hit him.
“Since you came back and told Willow that I shagged Angelus.” She hit him
again. “And that’s for your bloody British talk.” She hit him once more. “And
that’s for that.”
“Cor Slayer... you’ve
gotten so much stronger. It hurts.”
“It’s supposed to.
Vampire and Slayer strength baby, I’m a big bad demon killing machine.”
“That you are love.”
“Anyway, Giles left with
her last night. They went to the Hellmouth for training. She knew who I was,
immediately. I think she’s suppose to kill me.”
“Well the poof beat her
to that, didn’t he.”
“No. I did that.”
“Buffy, blame only goes
so far. He killed you and gave you his blood. He did this.”
“No. WE did this and
sometimes I think he’s just staying because he feels guilty for it. I wonder if
when he looks at me, I haunt him too, like the faces of everyone he’s killed.”
“Whaddya mean, ‘haunt?’“
“Well, his soul, he told
me once that he sees the faces of everyone he murdered, you, Dru, Ms. Calendar,
the gypsy girl... everyone. That’s a heavy weight to carry. He told me
sometimes it physically hurts him. I don’t wanna be the one hurting him.”
“I don’t think you do
love, you couldn’t hurt anybody.”
“I hurt Parker and
Riley.”
“Parker deserved it and
Riley was a ponce.”
“Parker didn’t deserve
to die the way he did.”
“It was quick.”
“No, it wasn’t Spike. I
beat him up and Angel cut his fingers off and I broke some of his bones and...
I sometimes wake up from nightmares about that day and Angel will ask me if I’m
okay, and I lie and tell him it was nothing. I think he knows I’m lying, but
doesn’t ask me anything else. I sometimes will be watching television and see
Angelus on top of me in his room and he’s... he’s...” she started crying and
put her head down on the table. He walked over to her and began massaging her
shoulders.
“It’s okay love.”
“I dream about high
school and the days when I was upstairs with him and what we did, and what he
did, what I let him do and I get turned on by it now, more than I did then. I
wake up wet from those dreams.”
Why did she have to tell
him this! “Is that normal?” She asked him.
“I think you should talk
about that stuff with Angel pet.” He tried pulling his hands away, but she
grabbed them and leaned back into him. She pulled his hands down over her
shoulders to her breasts and held them there. “Slayer...” He could smell her
sex, practically see her naked. He’d watched them all too many times from the
shadows.
“I know about the shower
yesterday Spike.” She whispered.
“What?” He asked, as if
he didn’t know. Only in his wildest dreams would she have brought that up to
him. She slid his hands down further, causing him to bend over. Their hands
reached the juncture of her legs. Cor she was wet! He could feel it soaking
through her flimsy silk nightie.
“I said, I know about
the shower.” She pressed his hands into her a little and spread her legs wider.
She took his hands and helped his pull her nigthie up over her head. He dropped
it to the floor and she pulled his hands to her breasts again.
“Cor Slayer...” She
stood up and kicked the chair out of the way, turning around to face him. She
slipped her hands down his chest and inside the elastic of his flannel boxers.
“Buffy!” He half-grunted, half-growled as her fingers enclosed around his
erection. “We can’t.” He whispered between wet kisses she planted on his face
and neck.
“Give me one good reason
why.” She whispered in his eat in between biting his ear lobe.
“Angel.” He said it. It
was out and she kept on pumping his cock. “Slayer...” She pushed his boxers
down and whipped him around onto the table.
“I know you watched us
Spike. I know you’ve watched us before. Why?” She asked as her kisses continued
going lower as she pushed him back on the table.
“Because...”
“Because why Spike? You
can tell me. I don’t bite.” She said with a smirk before lowering her mouth on
his cock.
“I can’t.” He pushed her
away.
“Like hell you can’t.”
“I can’t.” It took every
ounce of strength he had to kick her away long enough to run upstairs. He
locked his door.
Angel’s business
finished earlier than he’d expected and he walked in the kitchen. He smelled
sex, Buffy’s and his own, and Spike’s. The chair was on the other side of the
room, as were his favorite boxers. Something had happened. He walked up and
knocked on Spike’s door. “GO AWAY!” Was the angry response from his Childe’s
voice.
He opened the door to
the master bedroom to find Buffy with a vibrator deep inside her, whimpering
and kicking the covers around. “Let me help you with that.” He said.
“ANGEL!” She threw it
across the room and pounced on him. “When did you get back? I thought it would
be longer.”
“I finished quickly.”
“More than I can say for
me.”
He smelled blood, her
blood. “What happened? You’re bleeding, are you okay?”
“Yes, no... help me?”
She whimpered.
“Gladly.” She jumped
back on the bed while he stripped his clothes.
He’d yelled at her and
needed to apologize. He got up. He wouldn’t go in, he’d just apologize through
the door and leave, no need for clothes. He nodded to himself, liar. He’d been
stupid not to take her, but he couldn’t. She loved Angel, she missed Angel, and
she was Angel’s childe. Soul or no soul, Angel was their Sire and therefore had
the right to do whatever he wanted with them. He also had control over them as
long as they were living in his house, and they were.
He walked down the
hallway and the door was opened. He heard screaming and as he got closer, he
knew. He peeked in and Angel was pounding away at her. He started stroking his
own shaft while he watched them. He damn near fell over as Buffy begged to
come. As it was, he knocked into the door and Angel’s eyes met his. Caught.
Angel didn’t say anything, he just nodded and then looked back at Buffy and
continued pounding into her. Spike remembered that signal. He walked in and sat
on a chair not five feet from the bed and watched as his Sire and Buffy found
their release and drank from each other. When they had withdrawn their fangs,
Angel pulled out of her and sat looking at his Spike. He’d gotten this look
before, many times. None of them dare speak.
Angel was the one who
finally broke the silence. “Buffy, why don’t you go wash up?” She nodded and
stood up, walking to the bathroom, unashamed of her nudity. Angel stood up as
well and Spike watched him go to his pants and he threw Spike’s boxers at him.
“I found those downstairs.”
“I know. I left them
there by accident.”
“I know.” Angel sat on
the bed. Spike was aching for a release he had not found. “I could smell you.”
He was silent for a moment. “You. AND Buffy.”
“We didn’t. We just...
we didn’t. Nothing happened.”
“I haven’t sucked you
off in a hundred years William, but I tasted you in her mouth. I know my
childer from others. And I tasted you on her.”
“I didn’t come or
anything, I... she pushed me away, I...”
“Don’t lie Spike. He
didn’t do anything, he just pushed me away.” Buffy came out of the bathroom
wrapped in a robe. “I’m sorry Angel. I just... I don’t know. Things are
complicated.”
“Indeed they are Buffy,
that they are.” He said.
~El Fin~
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