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 been in the
car, stopping every twenty minutes so Spike could ‘stretch his legs’ which was
the same as Spike driving him crazy. “Stop again soon, will ya Peaches?”
“Spike, we’ve stopped
three times so far.”
“But I gotta stretch.”
“No. We’re not
stopping.”
“But I’m hungry Angel.”
“I don’t care. Bite your
wrist.”
“That won’t do it and
you know it.”
“Then bite Buffy’s
wrist, just shut up.”
“HEY! There will be no biting
of Buffy’s wrists. Just stop for him Angel, I could go for a drink too.”
“Buffy, do you realize
what will happen if we let him win all the time?”
“Just stop, please?” She
said. He drove for another couple miles and reluctantly pulled over at a gas
station.
“It’s about bloody
time.” His childe said as he hopped out of the car.
“Tell me again why you
turned him Angel.”
**********
He lit the last candle and was on his
way. It was time. William would be his, forever.
**********
“The answer is very
clear cutie, he liked me arse.”
“That’s all it was?” She
asked.
“Yep.” He watched his
Sire roll his eyes and Spike smirked. “That and me pecker.”
“Spike...” Buffy slapped
him.
“Gettin’ bitch slapped
again Spike?”
“Hey mate! You know it’s
true. You never gave me another thought until you shagged me.”
“That’s not true and you
know it Will.”
**********
“So why were ya
askin’ questions bout me Angelus?” His name just rolled off the boy’s tongue
and it had never sounded sweeter. He could hear the boy’s pulse; smell the
softest scent of arousal and curiosity. He glanced over at his long hair, brown
and shiny, clearly the boy had just been bathed. He must be at least twenty,
perhaps a little over, but not much. He had a youthful look that Angelus sorely
missed.
“You did somethin’
special t’night boy?”
“Met my fiancé’s
family.”
“Then why ya at the
pub?”
“They don’t care fer me
and I feel the same.”
“Why’s that?”
“They want me father’s
name is all.”
“What do *you* want?”
No one had ever asked
him that. He skipped a step and jumped up onto someone’s step. “I wanna see
everything. I wanna see America and Paris. I wanna see the bloody world!”
“That all?”
“No, I wanna live
forever!” He laughed at the thought, but he caught a sparkle in the stranger’s
eyes, as if he had some secret. He wondered about such a secret.
“Why’s that?”
“If ya live forever ya
can see everything.”
“Indeed ya can lil Will,
indeed ya can.”
**********
“Angel?”
“Hmm?”
“I just asked you a
question.”
“Oh, right, what?”
“Why’d you turn *him*?”
“Cause I said the wrong
thing cutie.” Angel looked at Spike quick and he knew they were both thinking
about the same night. The first night. The night Angelus had fallen in love
with a mortal who wanted to live forever.
**********
“So lil William wants
ta live ferever eh?”
“Maybe not ferever, but
fer a long time sure, why not?”
“What makes you think
t'would be fun?”
“Dunno.” He watched the
boy fidget as they walked.
“What would ya do?”
“Shag. Travel. Shop.
Read. Learn new things. Meet people. What ‘bout you Angelus? What do *you*
want?”
‘You.’ “Dunno, I got
most of it now.”
“What don’t you have?”
‘You.’ “Wealth,
fortune...”
“Ya can take mine.”
“Doncha like havin’ all
that?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Ya know how hard it is
t’escape yer destiny?”
**********
“Spike? Spike!”
“Huh? What?”
“Where were *you*? First
Angel spaces and now you?”
“Dunno, just thinkin’
‘bout stuff. Whacha want?”
“I’m goin’ in to get a
soda, want one?”
“No.” He watched her walk
away and he leaned back on the car.
“I always think about
those couple weeks Will.”
“Yeah? Sure ya not
thinking about the Slayer?”
“I’m sure. A good
portion of my brood time is reserved for you.”
“Well forget it then, I
don’t wancha broodin’ bout me Peaches. You wanna brood, brood about the Slayer
or the bloody gypsies, but don’t brood about me.”
“Okay, perhaps brood is
the wrong term, what I meant was that a good portion of my happy thoughts time
is reserved for you, time when I’m thinking.”
“Good cover but I don’t
believe you for a second Angelus.”
“Don’t you remember
Will?”
“What?”
“The first seduction.”
**********
They had walked along
the river for an hour just talking. He was mesmerized by Angelus’ mouth talking
about Ireland and his childhood. “So what now?” He asked as they approached a
dock.
“I thought we’d go on
that there boat.”
“Who’s is it?”
“Mine.” Angelus said.
“You didn’t tell me you
‘ad a boat.”
“You din ask Will.”
“True. Shall we?”
“After you lil one.”
He had asked a lot of
questions, he was curious and light-hearted. He walked with a skip in his step
and when he learned something new, his eyes sparkled. Angelus followed the
young man into the boat. He went about lighting the candles on the deck,
thanking the former owner for the fancy new boat. He had followed the owner to
it the night prior. It always paid to see just where his dinner was going
before killing. He had always liked boats and the water in general. He had just
recently gotten back from Greece, when he walked into the pub where he met his
William.
He had not made any
advances on the boy except a small kiss on the cheek. His skin was so sweet and
warm and he longed for the human contact. He would have that tonight. He wanted
one perfect night before the change. William would die tomorrow and rise again
on the boat, then they would feast. He knew William felt their connection, he
could smell the faintest scent of arousal any time he touched the boy’s skin,
and especially when he had leaned close to him for the first taste.
He watched Angelus light
the candles and took in the boat. There was a door behind him, no doubt to the
suite and bar. To own a boat like this, he must be extremely wealthy. They had
thus far not discussed what he did for a living. He surmised perhaps he was a
property owner, perhaps owned property in America and other various exotic
locations he would never see. Suddenly he was jealous of the man who stood
before him with two cups.
“Brandy?”
“Sure.” He took the cup
and couldn’t help but jump as Angelus’ fingers brushed over his hand. “So
Angelus what do ya do t’afford this boat?”
“Lots of things. But
let’s not talk about business, it’s boring.” He watched as he shrugged off his
coat. “Get comfortable boy, the night is so very young.”
“Aye it is.”
“Ya startin’ t’sound
like me.”
“Aye I am.” The boy
tossed his head back and laughed. His smile was delicious. He wanted to claim
those lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. “I do have t’get
back fore long.”
“Why’s that Will?” He
stepped close to the sable-haired man in front of him. He was so close, he
could feel the tightening in his trousers. He wanted to ravage the boy for
hours and revel in his innocence when it came to other men. He wanted to teach
the boy the pleasures of male flesh on male flesh. He wanted one perfect night.
**********
“Okay, I’m ready to go,
what about you boys?”
“Ready. Let’s go.” Spike
said hopping in the front seat, her seat.
“Fine, I guess I’ll take
the back.”
“My legs get all crampy
in back, you’re shorter Betty.”
“The name’s Buffy.”
“You won’t let me call
you Slayer, and I don’t like Buffy. I can’t call you Betty, so I guess Slutty
it is.”
“Then I’ll call you
Flaccid.”
“HEY NOW!” He growled.
She giggled from the
back as Angel hopped in the driver’s seat. “Fine Spike, Slayer is fine. Just
remember I’m not.”
“You’ll always be to me
Buffy.” He said with a smirk she couldn’t see. Angel pulled out onto the road
once more and glanced over at Spike. He could almost see his Will, buried deep
under the peroxide and the badass attitude. William had been a sensitive childe
from the start, always craving affection, he was rare and perhaps that’s what
made him his favorite. He loved his innocence. Even if Will was sitting in a
pool of blood, with the intestines of his victim strewn about his lap, he still
had that innocent sparkle and adoration in his eyes.
For some reason or
another the ghosts of the past kept creeping up in his mind. The connection to
the body he knew so well, perhaps, drudging up all the memories. Or perhaps it
was William resurfacing in Spike. Perhaps it was the dark desolate road that
seemed endless that made the ghosts appear. Ghosts of the past, acting out his
fondest memories of one perfect night.
He glanced over at Spike
and back at Buffy. Both were sleeping, he wondered what Spike was dreaming of.
He smiled within
himself. Angel thought he was sleeping. Good. It gave him time to think without
being obvious. Time to brood and reflect. Yes, he liked to do those things,
privately. Since their recent reconnection, he’d been having dreams, flashes of
times past. Even when he was awake, he would see them. He was having a
conversation with Buffy one night in the cemetery waiting for the newest vampire
to be dusted. He looked behind her and saw his former-self and Angelus standing
surrounded by candlelight.
The figures he saw were
transparent, shadows of the past. They were almost like ghosts that appeared.
He watched and was taken back, could remember what it had been like when the
older man finally touched his lips. He watched as Angelus’ tongue darted out to
moisten William’s lower lip before pressing his own to it. He watched and
remembered Angelus’ hand sliding around his neck, pulling him closer as his
tongue sought entry into his young inexperienced mouth. He had nothing but to
stand there and be kissed. Angelus’ other hand wrapped around his waist,
pulling him so close he could feel his pulsating member through his trousers.
It had both scared him and enthralled him.
He remembered the slow
dance the older man’s cool tongue performed in his mouth, sweeping in gently,
licking the tip of his own tongue. He felt his hand in his hair and still he
stood there dumb-founded, being kissed. His tongue was tenderly massaged and
explored, as was his mouth, every crevice. Then just as soon as the kiss had
begun and ended, as did the mirage from his memory and Buffy asked him where he
was.
He often wondered how
much of that Angel really did think about.
**********
He opened his eyes
slowly to find those dark brown ones staring back at him, filled with utter
lust. He’d never seen as much before, not in a woman or a man. It was scary,
but it made his trousers tighter by the second. Angelus retreated a few feet
away to the railing of the boat and looked out across the water. He went to
stand next to him. The gentle evening breeze blew Angelus’ hair a little. He
followed his gaze, into nothingness.
**********
He drove. That was his
job, staring out into the darkness of the night, open endless road stretched
out for miles heading somewhere. He knew of another night, long past, in which
he’d stared into such nothingness.
**********
“What time did ya say
ye had to be back?”
“I didn’t. I said some
time.” He put his hands on the railing and leaned onto it. He was shocked when
the boy put his hand on top of them.
“What do ya want
heartling?” He turned to face the boy and was no sooner turned than had his
lips ravished by the boy. The boy mimicked what he’d done earlier and he let
him, until the boy’s tongue swept inside. Angelus began sucking on the boy’s
tongue, taking his warmth. His mouth tasted like honey and humanity, sweetness
and nectar. His tongue was saturated in humanity, mortality, love, desire, need,
all that made him a boy and Angelus a man. All the things that made William
human.
He pulled away
reluctantly and looked into his eyes. He had no idea what would happen. He
didn’t know what he wanted to happen. He just knew he wanted the man before him.
He wanted to touch his flesh. He decided not to wait, they had waited a week, a
week too long, since their flesh had first met.
He placed his hands on
Angelus’ shoulders and slid them down slowly to the buttons of his shirt and
undid each one slowly. He pushed it off to expose his beautiful broad chest
that was considerably pale and as he ran his hands over it, noticed it was cool
like his mouth. His hand ran over each well-etched muscle on the older man’s
body.
He closed his eyes and
inhaled some of the sea breeze before tenderly kissing the man’s collarbone and
slowly moving down toward where he didn’t know.
He had to remind himself
to stay in control of the need to pound into the boy. He inhaled sharply as he
felt the young warm mouth licking and sucking one of his nipples. Had the boy
in fact been with a man before? He hadn’t thought so, perhaps he was running on
instinct. William stopped and stood up straight. “What is it *you* want
Angelus?”
He took the boy’s hand
and led him into the suite, where the bed sheets had already been turned back.
He had put a dish of oil he’d picked up in Greece on a table near the bed.. The
oil was from the orient, used to cure the ails of sore muscles from planting
rice and such things. “I want ye to spend the night with me here. Is that
something you want lil Will?”
“Aye it is.” They both
laughed at his use of Angelus’ Gaelic accent. “But I don’t know... I mean, I’ve
never, I’ve with Anne, but nev-”
He silenced the boy with
a deep passionate kiss. “D’not worry. I shall lead ye.”
He had to remember to
breathe as his clothes were removed piece at a time. Angelus had stripped him
sooner than he thought possible. He was naked and blushed, embarrassed by his
nudity, while Angelus was only missing his shirt and shoes. “You have no reason
to blush lil Will,” he watched Angelus’ gaze travel downward, “or shall I say
big Will?”
The boy’s eyes
immediately hit the floor at that remark. He was embarrassed and shy. He’d been
with women and most then allowed the man to lead, it was customary. To ease the
boy’s embarrassment he stripped himself of his remaining clothes. “There Will.
You’re welcome t’see me as I’ve seen you.”
He didn’t want to seem
to eager, so he allowed his eyes to take in a little bit of the man’s pale flesh
at a time. His legs looked strong, muscular, his thighs as well. He skipped
over the man’s cock quickly and examined his taut abs and familiar chest and
met his warm eyes. “D’not be afraid Will, tis only me and you here.”
“I just dunno what I
should do.” Angelus walked over to him nonchalantly, erection bobbing proudly.
William tried not to look, which wasn’t a problem as his lips were claimed in a
possessive kiss.
“You need only feel, my
William, only feel.” He whispered before kissing him again, deeply. Before he
knew it, William was laying on the bed with Angelus looming above him, kissing
his neck and chest, as William had done to him earlier. The sensations were
overwhelming, assaulting his senses. He gasped when he felt Angelus’ tongue on
his hard shaft. He’d never felt as much, the girls being very quiet virgins.
Sooner than he knew he felt himself sliding in and out of the cool wet mouth.
“Angelus...” he
whimpered as he shot his load into and eager mouth. He panted as his mind
caught up with his body.
**********
He wiped his eyes and
focused on the road again but it was hard to drive now when all his stolen
blood was in his lap. “Good night, wasn’t it?” Spike said softly.
“What?”
“The first seduction.”
He said sitting up. “It got me too.” He said glancing down at the bulge in his
pants.
“Like I said Spike, not
all my memories and brooding are bad.”
“Aye they’re not Sire.”
His childe tossed his head back in laughter.
“You’re too much William
the Bloody.”
“On the contrary mate,
I’m just enough.”
“Sure you are.”
“Come now, Angel, I must
be just enough, otherwise why keep me around?”
“I ask myself that *all*
the time.”
“Lyin’ ponce.”
“Bleached wonder.”
“Nancy hair gel boy.”
“I won’t even dignify
that with a response because there is NO way you get your curly ass hair the
way you do without some kind of hair care product. Admit it, you’re as much of
a slave to hair gel as I am, at least I’m man enough to admit it.”
The ponce was right and
he loathed admitting *that* to his Sire. Angelus had always had a condescending
attitude, not that he didn’t deserve it, but it was rather annoying at times.
“I will not admit anything.”
“That’s fine, I
understand, but I know the true you, before the bad-ass attitude, before the
master vampire status, I know the *real* you.” Angel said.
“And what’s that
supposed to mean?”
“I know how innocent and
loving you really are, underneath all that leather and peroxide.”
“You don’t know how much
a ponce you really are Liam.” He smirked at his Sire.
“Liam?” Buffy asked in
shock from the back seat. Angel growled, baring his fangs to his older childe
and stopped the car on the side of the road abruptly. “LIAM?” She repeated.
Spike knew he was in
trouble, he had crossed the line. He’d seen his Sire many ways, but never a
combination of embarrassment and anger. Angel got out of the car so quick Spike
didn’t realize that he had been dragged out until his jeans were around his
ankles and his Sire was pushing him into the hood of the car.
He knew, before he even
heard Angel’s zipped, that this would hurt. He felt Angel’s hand on his cock,
pumping him to erection. He felt Angel’s fingers stretching him, dry. He
wondered if his Sire would actually do it. One thing he’d learned about Angelus,
was that if he was mad enough he could even hurt his favored childer and from
the growling, Spike knew he’d made him mad enough.
She got out of the car
as soon as she heard pants unzipping. She wanted to watch. She climbed on top
of the car and sat on the roof of Spike’s DeSoto, watching.
He heard Angel’s zipper
go down and felt Angel’s cool flesh against his back. “There are lines you
*don’t* cross with me boy.” His voice was chilling, like it had been a few
years back, when he’d been crippled. Suddenly he was scared and he could smell
his own fear. He closed his eyes as he felt Angel slam into him, he felt
himself tear, followed by the smell of his blood as his Sire picked up a
punishing rhythm.
He howled into the night
sky. He was truly reclaiming his childe. William was his and now Spike would be
too. He growled as he felt Spike trying to relax around him. He was vaguely
aware that he was taking him dry, but it felt so good to be bad. He missed that
freedom.
She could smell Spike’s
fear. She was scared for him. She’d never seen Angel like this, *Angelus* yes,
but Angel? She could smell Spike’s blood as she watched Angel pound him into
the hood of the car.
He felt Angel’s hand at
the base of his cock, holding and squeezing him, and it hurt. What hurt him
more was the fact that so much had changed yet he still got off on being taken
this way. Angelus had known it nearly a century ago and had obliged, loving
domination anyway. Angelus of a few years ago had known this and exploited it,
tormented him with it. Angelus had gotten him excited and denied release so
many times, he couldn’t count. But Angel? Angel was more demon than he wanted
to admit.
He felt Angel’s fangs at
his throat and he felt the blood draining from his body. He felt weak and
things got darker before he felt Angel let him go. He vaguely heard Buffy speak
before he blacked out.
FUCK! What had he done?
He released Spike and ran into the night. Buffy called him, but he didn’t
listen. He just ran.
She wanted to go after
Angel, but thought it better to make sure Spike was okay. “Spike?” She asked
crawling down to his lifeless form that had sunk to the ground in front of the
car.
**********
“Will?” He sat up on his
knees and looked down at his boy. “William?”
“Yes?” The boy’s eyes
opened slightly.
“Thought you’d died on
me when the night’s so young.”
“Was just thinkin’.”
“Bout what lil Will?”
“Bout what ‘appened
‘ere. I mean, I’ve never had...” the boy blushed and smiled coyly.
“I can show ye more, if
ya please.”
“There... there’s more?”
The boy choked out.
“So much more. Does the
lad wanna learn?” Will just nodded and he reached for the dish of oil.
“What’s that for?”
“Just watch and feel
William, watch and feel.” He took a pillow and stuck it under the boy’s hips to
raise him. He wanted to see William’s first orgasm, he wanted to see the boy’s
eyes.
He tried to relax but he
was so nervous and excited. He watched as Angelus took some of the oil and
slathered it on his cock. William took the opportunity to really *look* at him.
He’d done this before for sure. He wondered how much. In length, he had an inch
on Angelus, but in thickness Angelus was the largest. He wondered how it would
fit. He’d heard several guys talking at the pub about doing this to their
wives, but never thought about it with two men.
He felt Angelus’ oil
covered fingers probing inside him. “Angelussss...”
“Just relax Will, it’ll
only hurt a spell, just relax and feel.” He was feeling and it wasn’t painful,
yet.
William was tight,
extremely tight and was squeezing his muscles around his fingers. He was going
to like this, and he hoped William would too. He poured more oil and his hand
and smeared it over William’s virginal skin. He positioned himself at the
puckered rosy opening. “Just relax William.” He spread William’s thighs apart
more and slowly eased in. He watched the blue eyes flutter between pain and
pleasure, agony and joy, then he closed his eyes.
It felt like he was on
fire as he felt Angelus’ coolness enter his body achingly slow. He closed his
eyes and tried to relax like Angelus had said.
When he was completely
sheathed in the boy’s tight warmth he leaned down to kiss him. The boy
responded by kissing him back. “Open your eyes William.” He whispered. “I wanna
see your face and I want *you* t’see mine.” Will nodded. “Ready?” He nodded
again and Angelus began to thrust into the boy slow and steady.
He was being stretched,
he could feel it. His whole body felt awake as he stared into Angelus’ eyes.
The man had a commanding presence and he was sure he’d do just about anything
he said. The pain soon dissipated and it felt good as Angelus’ thrust into his
willing body. He was hard again and he slid his hand to his cock but Angelus
caught his wrist quickly. “Dina touch yerself unless I say Will.”
He nodded and Angelus’
lips caught his again in a searing kiss that left him breathless. He was
panting for air as it was, air that would not come. He blinked and felt
Angelus’ hand fondling his sac. “Now Will.” He took hold of his own shaft and
began pumping away.
He willed the demon
away, he knew such a battle was futile and useless, but still he fought. This
night had to be perfect. He leaned into the boy’s neck and kissed the pulsing
vein, inhaling the aroma deeply, hoping it would be enough, but it wasn’t. He
sunk his teeth into his flesh, not even deep enough to hit the vein but it
succeeded and he exploded inside the boy. He looked up quickly and watched as
the boy’s own release bathed his stomach.
He laid down next to the
boy, soon to be his childe. “How d’ya feel Will?”
“Tired.”
“Then sleep.” He pulled
his waist closer and wrapped his arms around the young man, kissing him on the
forehead. The boy was asleep in no time and he listened to his breathing. “I
love ye boy and soon I will have ye always.” He had meant to turn him, but he
couldn’t give up the boy yet. He’d wait a couple weeks, make sure the boy was
in love with him first, though he knew he already was.
**********
What was meant to be one
perfect night, had turned into fourteen. He was sitting on the ground where he
had been for a couple hours now, after running for close to an hour. He had to
get back, he had three hours until the sun would bake him if he didn’t hurry
and get them to LA.
“Spike?” She asked,
holding the mug to his lips. “Spike, if you can hear me, please drink this.”
He’d been unconscious for a couple hours. She’d tried force-feeding him, but
you can’t force feed a dead body.
He smelled blood. He
opened his eyes slowly, sad to see it was not Angelus waiting for him and they
were not on a boat. It was Buffy. “Spike? Are you okay?”
“Sure thing Slayer.”
“Spike, drink this.” He
complied with little argument. It was good, he was still hungry after that.
“More?” He nodded and she opened a new bag quickly.
“Where’s the poof?” He
sat up, she must have put his pants on him before carrying him to the back
seat.
“He ran away into the
desert a few hours ago. What the hell happened?”
“Apparently he’s a
little more vampire than he’d lead us to believe.”
“I was so scared.”
“You didn’t say anything
to him, did you?”
“No, I asked him where
he was going, but he just left. Why?”
“Never get in his way
when he’s like that. Got it?”
“Whatever.”
“Slayer, LOOK AT ME. I
mean it, NEVER talk to him or touch him if he’s like that again, bad things
tend to happen.”
“Like what?”
“Like limbs broken,
minions killed, childer are beaten and humans killed. None of which would be
good for us. Got it?”
“But Spik-”
“NO.”
“Fine. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I should go
find the ponce.”
“No, you’re weak, I’ll
go find him.”
“NO Slayer, you’ll stay
here, I’ll go...” he slowly climbed out of the car.
“Spike...”
“I’m going.” He pushed
his weight away from the car and turned to head toward into the desert.
“Get back in the car
Spike.” Angel demanded. Spike was not stupid, he got back in the car quickly,
not meeting Angel’s eyes. Angel got in the front seat, started the car and they
were back on the road in silence. He willed Buffy to be quiet about what had
happened.
She didn’t understand,
Angel looked so angry. It wasn’t the angry she’d seen with Angelus, it was
different. About twenty minutes later, he pulled into a gas station. “Buffy,
would you please go inside?”
“Ange-”
“NOW.” He growled and
she did as she was told.
Angel got out of the car
and Spike watched him walk around to his door. He opened it and Spike braced
himself, for what he didn’t know. His hand came in towards Spike, and Angel
placed his wrist at his mouth. “Drink.” Angel said. Spike didn’t move. “DRINK.”
He growled.
Spike didn’t move. “Damn
it boy, DRINK.”
“What’ll you do if I
don’t?” He said softly. “Just let me be.”
“Spike, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t.”
“Just drink.”
“I don’t want anything
from you mate, or should I say Master Angelus.”
He moved his hand to
touch his childe’s cheek and Spike turned his head to avoid the touch. “Spike,
look at me.” He turned his childe’s head with a finger but those blue eyes
refused to look.
Angel touched his cheek,
lovingly. He had to resist the urge to lean into his Sire’s hand. He wouldn’t
give in, not this time. This time was worse, it was *Angel* not Angelus. He
turned away again. “Let’s just go.” He was relieved Angel got out of the car
and closed the door. A few minutes later, Buffy got in the front seat and they
drove the rest of the way in silence.
~El Fin~
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