Shattered Glass
By Serena
Disclaimer: You’ve all heard it before, but I don’t own any of these characters.
I have to say it so they don’t sue me. They belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy,
and the WB people. I own nothing, nada, zip, zilch, okay, you get the picture. Please
don’t sue me!!!!
Author’s Notes: Okay, this takes place sometime after I Only Have Eyes For You. It’s
pretty dark and people (like major characters) die in it. Not your average Buffy
fic, which was what I was going for. If that sort of stuff upsets you, please don’t
read this. I love feedback and I really wanna know what you guys think of this one,
so if you read this, please send me some!!! I live for it!!!! Thanks!! :-p
*********Prologue********
He stood in the shadows, watching her. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
He wanted her, needed her. And now he was going to have her. She would be his. Forever.
They could kill and love and rule together and nothing could stop them. Together
they would be invincible. Soon, he smirked into the darkness. Soon. He stared at
her, mesmerized by her body. He took in her blood red tank top and navy blue short
skirt. Looking around, he saw her getting many appreciative looks from the little
boys loitering around the club. They were just children compared to him and he knew
there was no competition. He knew she would never go for any of them, not after experiencing
his love. She would be experiencing it very shortly.
He smiled again and slipped deeper into the shadows. He felt her gaze on him and
knew she knew he was there, watching her. He was finished playing, he hadn’t even
meant to kill the Calendar woman. She was just trying to ruin his plans. And he couldn’t
have that. His smirk faded as he gazed into her eyes for a long moment, then turned
and exited the club, knowing she would follow him. Soon.
**************
She sat at the table absentmindedly bobbing to the music. Her friends came and pulled
her onto the dance floor, determined to make her enjoy herself. They all knew she
was feeling guilty, but they couldn’t have known how horrible she really felt. But,
for their sake, she put on a smile and danced. She felt eyes on her and turned to
the source. It proved more difficult than she expected because half the guys in the
club had their stares fixated on her. She blushed slightly and continued searching
until she found him. His eyes danced over her body, she could feel them as they took
her in. She gazed at him with a cool, even stare, trying not to let the hatred shine
through.
God, how she wanted to rip him apart. For what he had pulled, he deserved to die. And she would make sure he did. She was finally ready, she had let go of every hope of ever having her lover returned to her. She would avenge all the deaths when she gave him his own.
She watched him leave and made a snap decision. Indicating to her friends where
she was going, she grabbed her jacket and slid a stake into her hand. She walked
purposely out of the club and away from all the stares, turning into the alley where
she knew he was. She searched for him, having some difficulty with all the shadows
there were to hide in. She rested her eyes on one particular shadow and waited for
him to appear.
************* Part 1*************
“Buffy, sweetie, so glad of you to join me,” he smirked as he stepped out of the
shadows. He had to hand it to her, she was good.
“Bite me,” she retorted and assumed a fighting stance.
“Gladly, but that doesn’t come until later. Right now comes the little petty fight,” he said as he began to circle her like a predator. He whistled.
“Gee, how come you never dressed like that for me?” he asked. She responded with a sharp kick to his stomach. He blocked it and threw a punch at her face. She ducked and punched him in his face. She moved to punch him again, but he caught her fist and punched her in the side of the head, stunning her. She shook her head and kicked at him again, but he grabbed her leg and lifted her. He threw her over backwards and she landed hard on her back. He was on her before she could get the wind back into her lungs, straddling her stomach. She struggled with him but he held her down easily.
It was at that moment that she realized she had lost. She had failed. He was going to kill her. He was going to win. She tried not to cry, tried to be brave. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later. How ironic that it would be her fallen Angel who killed her, who drank her blood and stole her life. She gazed up at him with big eyes and he smiled. She remained silent as he stroked her cheek with his hand, fighting to keep from closing her eyes as she always did. He suddenly made a fist and punched her in the side of her skull. She felt a sharp jolt of pain, then welcomed the darkness it promised, all the while keeping silent and not giving him the satisfaction of making her cry.
She blacked out and he picked her listless body up. She had thought he was going
to kill her. She should have known him better. She should have known how infatuated
he was with her, she should have known he would want to keep her with him. He began
to walk to the mansion they had moved into and dreamed of what he would do to her,
how he would change her. It kept him occupied until he reached the mansion. He pulled
the door open and walked in, the almighty Slayer in his arms. He got many impressed
stares as he walked through the garden into the main room. Throwing a cocky look
at Spike and Drusilla, he made his way into his room and closed and locked the door.
Drusilla gave him an evil look as he walked by with his Slayer draped across his
chest. He felt her jealousy as it surged through her and couldn’t help but smile.
If she had only known that she was a mere distraction while his plans unfolded. Angelus
gently placed Buffy on the bed and took off his jacket. He sat down in a rocking
chair in the corner of the room and waited for her to stir.
*************
Buffy moaned as she slowly woke up, her head pounding as a result of Angelus’ blow.
She opened her eyes and immediately regretted it, squeezing them shut to ride out
the dizzy spell that passed over her. She buried her head in the pillow and waited.
When it passed she opened her eyes slowly again and lifted her head weakly to take
in her surroundings. She saw a black dresser, a TV with a Playstation, a nightstand,
and several odd lamps. She moved her gaze to the bed she was lying on and was pretty
impressed. It was a canopy with black sheer curtains hanging on three sides. The
satin blanket was black and she saw burgundy sheets underneath it.
“This sure doesn’t look like heaven,” she said as she propped herself up onto her elbows. She brought one hand up to massage her temple and touch the bruise she had on the side of her head. She winced slightly.
“There’s no reason why it should,” Angelus said, causing her to swing her head around sharply to look at him. She groaned as another wave of dizziness hit. He noticed this and smiled. He rose slowly and walked over to the bed. Sitting down, he reached his hand out to caress her cheek. She pulled away sharply.
“What the hell is going on?” she demanded.
“We’re gonna have a little fun, Buff. Just the two of us. We’ll dance...and we’ll play...hell, maybe we’ll even kill those annoying little friends of yours. But we will have fun.”
She just looked at him in confusion, not really sure what he was getting at. Before she could ask, he stood and gestured around the room. “So, what do you think?”
“A Playstation? What, can’t find anything better to do with your time?” she said, raising an eyebrow. He just grinned.
“Well, being locked up all day can get really boring. Gotta have some form of entertainment. Those soaps can be such a drag,” he replied as he went over to his dresser and fiddled with something.
“So what the hell are you gonna do with me? Kill me? Or did you just want to make me your little love slave?” she asked, mentally calculating how she could break free. There were no windows in the room and the only route of escape was the door. He noticed this and walked back over to the bed.
“Tsk, tsk. You’re not going anywhere, lover. Besides, even if you could get past me, there’s about twenty vamps out there. Twenty to one, not very good odds. So you’ll just stay here,” he said as he leapt onto her, pinning her against the bed with his body. She squirmed, trying to break free. “With little old me.”
“Old? Yes. Little? No. You really need some help with finding better words to describe yourself. Girls are turned off by those kind of words,” she said, desperately trying to throw him off of her. He just pulled both her hands away from her body and placed them against the head board. He drew out a black scarf from his night table and tied her hands together.
“Since when did you become so kinky?” she asked. He just smirked and leaned down to kiss her. She thrashed beneath him, trying to get away from him. But she could do nothing except kiss him. He pushed his tongue violently into her mouth and ran his hands up and down her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will him off of her. Breaking off suddenly, he gazed at her long and hard.
“Buff, come on. You know you want it.”\
“I’d rather die than have you touch me,” she snapped. He ran a hand up her tank top and she couldn’t help but moan.
“Nice reaction from someone who doesn’t want me to touch them. I was thinking I’d wait until afterwards...but this is getting old. That spunk will definitely come in handy though,” he said as he switched into game face. Buffy froze, finally understanding what was about to happen. The last piece of the puzzle was in place, and she fought hard not to cry as he closed in. Her fear was evident to him and he thrived on it. She would be his, forever and ever. He was about to turn her into the thing she hated the most.
“Aww, don’t look so scared. It won’t hurt. We’ll be happy. You’ll stay young and beautiful forever. Don’t cry,” he said as he wiped a single tear from her cheek. She flinched as if he had struck her. He leaned down to kiss her, then moved his tongue over her cheek and down her throat to her jugular vein. He traced it with his tongue before biting down gently. A cry of pain escaped Buffy’s lips as she closed her eyes and said her goodbyes. To her friends, her Watcher, her mother.
She had failed.
He almost drained her, then detached himself from her neck. He was in awe of how
delicious her blood was, he had had a taste of it once and had always yearned for
it. She would make a very powerful vampire and they would
rule Sunnydale together. He cut his wrist and placed it at her mouth, waiting for
her to drink. She refused and he grew angry. He forced his blood into her mouth and
made her gulp it. Waiting until she had drank just enough to ensue the change, he
pulled away. She choked slightly, he wasn’t sure if it was from the blood or a sob.
Shrugging, he watched as she fell unconscious and began the transformation from the destroyer of evil into evil itself.
He smiled and laid down beside her, leaving her bound. And he waited.
**********Part 2************
“She should be back by now, guys. It’s been a half hour,” Willow said worriedly as
they waited for Buffy to come back into the Bronze.
“I’m sure she’s fine,” Oz said, squeezing her hand. She looked at him and smiled a humorless smile.
“Well, I for one think we should go check on her. Who knows? Maybe she finally killed him,” Xander commented as they stood and walked out of the club. They searched all the alleys but found nothing. Growing a little frantic, they headed to the library to see if she had gone to see Giles.
“Giles?” Willow called as they pushed the library doors open and walked purposely into the center of the room. He appeared from his office with a book in hand and a surprised look on his face.
“Willow...wh-what are you doing here? Where’s Buffy?” he asked as he came out of the office.
“We were just about to ask you. She hasn’t shown up here, has she?” Willow responded. Giles shook his head.
“No, I gave her the evening off. What happened?”
“She went to go fight her demonic honey and never came back,” Xander said as he sat down in one of the oak chairs. The others followed suit, except for Giles. He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a frown marring his face.
“She went to fight Angelus and never returned? Well...hmm. She either killed him
and needed time alone, or s-she was killed herself. But that’s rather unlikely. So
we must figure out where she could be,” he said as they all worried about where the
Slayer was.
********************
Buffy groaned as she woke up, yet this time there was no pain. She tried to sit up
but found she was bound still to the bed. She opened her eyes and they immediately
fell on him. Her sire. The one who had changed her. She smiled.
“Awake, I see. And how do you feel?” Angelus asked as he slid closer to her.
“Why don’t you untie me and I’ll show you how I feel,” she suggested in a seductive tone. He grinned and rolled over onto her. Leaning down, he kissed her passionately. She arched her cold body against his and he moved down her throat. She moaned and smiled. He was right.
They were going to have fun.
When they were finished, he untied her bonds and pulled her into his embrace. She grinned wickedly at him.
“What do you say we go shopping?” he asked as he rolled off of her and got dressed. She lounged on the bed and watched him before standing and dressing herself. They sauntered out of the bedroom and into the main room.
“Those were some cute little noises coming from your room,” Spike grinned as he saw them approaching. Drusilla swung around and pierced Buffy with her stare. Buffy just smiled sweetly and slid her hand around Angelus’ waist, slipping her hand into his pocket. He grinned at her.
“Yeah, well, we had lost time to make up for. How’re you doing, Spike? Feeling any better?” Buffy asked. He smiled up at her.
“Much better, thanks.”
“Sorry about trying to kill you. You know, sacred duty and all. No hard feelings?” Buffy asked, smiling seductively at him. Both Angelus and Drusilla saw this and neither looked happy. Buffy just looked at them and laughed. “Relax people. Geez, you’re so tense. I’m just trying to have a little fun. Ready to go?” Angelus looked at her as she slid her hand deeper into his pocket.
“Keep it up and we’ll never leave,” he warned.
“Has potential,” she said and leaned up to lick his cheek. “But, I kinda want to get some new clothes. Something a little more...fun.”
The pair moved towards the door. “Uh, Slayer? You *are* dead, right?” Spike asked, causing Buffy to turn around. She threw him a flirtatious smile.
“Uh huh. I love it already.”
They left and wandered into town. It was still pretty early, only a little past three. Buffy began to feel the stirring of hunger, it was like nothing she’d every felt before. It wasn’t hunger for food, it was hunger for blood. Warm, lively blood that would pour over her tongue and down her throat as she would suck each of her victims dry. She could almost taste it and moaned at the sensation. Angelus heard her and grinned.
“Blood lust setting in? Why don’t we shop first and eat later?” he asked as they walked.
“Sounds good to me. I have an idea of what I want...but it’ll be kinda hard to find,” she said with a secretive smile on her lips. She gazed at several of the people walking down the street, but frowned when she didn’t see what she was looking for. Finally, after he had grown bored, she smiled.
“There,” she pointed.
He fixed his gaze on the object of her excitement and grinned. The person she indicated was wearing very tight leather pants and a sheer black shirt.
“Go ahead,” he said, pushing her in the direction of the girl. Buffy smiled and
stalked up to her, keeping to the shadows. She emerged behind her and grabbed her
by the throat, biting in in one swift motion. She gulped the
blood, awed at its sweetness. She drank every last drop and dropped the body, licking
her lips. She stripped the body and pulled on the pants. She pulled her tank top
off and put the black lacy push up bra and black sheer
shirt on. Turning back to Angelus, she awaited his reaction.
He just stared with his mouth wide open. She was his dark goddess, she fulfilled every fantasy he ever had. A slow, sinister grin crept across his face as he walked slowly towards her, his cocky swagger making her run her eyes up and down his body hungrily. She looked into his eyes and smiled back. Where once her eyes had held love and compassion, they were now lust filled and strangely empty.
He loved it.
“I take it you like?” she said, giving him a little curtsy. He just leaned down and crushed his mouth to hers. She responded instantly, running her hands up and down his chest and leaning into him. She suddenly broke it off and he glared at her, growling. She just laughed.
“Honey, I kinda think we have to go,” she said as she began to walk away.
“Like hell we do,” he growled, running after her and spinning her around. He caught her in another ferocious kiss, which she broke off after a second.
“Unless you want to get a nice tan, I suggest we head back to the mansion. Where
we’ll have all day together,” she added, teasing and taunting him with her body.
Like a puppy, he followed her. They entered the mansion with minutes to spare. She
walked in front of him and he had his arms wrapped around her small frame, his hands
in her front pockets. They were laughing and to the casual observer it would seem
they were a young couple, happy and in love. The casual observer that was of course
too far away to hear the conversation that was filled with gory
details. They looked up to see Spike and Drusilla on the couch and greeted them with
smiles.
“Well, don’t we seem awfully chipper today,” Spike said when they entered. Buffy and Angelus sat down next to them. Drusilla tried to inch closer to her sire, but Buffy sat protectively in his lap, wiggling her hips just a little. She gave Dru a sweet smile.
“Yeah, Angel was just telling me about some of the more recent kills he’s made. I can’t believe I spent years trying to shut you guys down!! This is so great,” she replied, a smirk on her face.
“Don’t worry, we forgive you,” Angelus said as he leaned his mouth in for a kiss, which he was rewarded with. They spent a few moments passionately kissing before Drusilla cleared her throat. Buffy rolled her eyes and looked up.
“My Angel, when will you take me out hunting again?” Drusilla asked, a mix of lust and hunger in her eyes. Angelus shrugged. Buffy rolled her eyes and stared long and hard at Drusilla.
“Look, Dru, I don’t think you quite get the picture here,” she said, an edge to her voice. “I hate to break it to you, but...you’ve been replaced, honey. From now on, I’m the lead bitch around here,” she went on sweetly, stroking Angelus’ cheek as she talked, showing a sign of power. “Get used to it.” She smirked then pulled him in for another long kiss. She broke it off, pushing her legs into the couch cushions and kneeling so she was a head above him. She looked down with lust-glazed eyes. He pulled her body closer.
“What do you say we continue this in our room?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. She smiled.
“Why don’t we just continue here? I’m sure I could give Dru some pointers,” she said, tossing her head in the direction of the brunette vampire. “Thanks for keeping him in shape, Dru. Although you know that whenever he was with you, he was thinking of me,” she teased. Drusilla glared at her, hatred rolling off of her as her insane mind realized what Buffy meant. Buffy saw this on her face and continued.
“That’s right, all the times you thought he really wanted you. Please. After what I gave him, he was just begging for more. You obviously couldn’t satisfy his needs. Points for effort, though,” she said. Drusilla growled at her, then stood and walked to her room, mumbling about Miss Edith. Buffy looked innocently at Angel and shrugged. “Was it something I said?”
Angelus just looked at her, awed by her beauty. Even he was surprised at her evilness, the calm, cold confidence that rolled off of her in waves, engulfing all who came near. He never thought she had it in her to be this sinister and cruel and it thrilled him to no end that she was all his for eternity. He turned his gaze to where Drusilla had just exited and stared at the closed door. He didn’t need her anymore, now that he had Buffy by his side. She never grasped the concept that he was in love with Buffy far more deeply than he had been with her. He didn’t even love her. He lusted after her. But not anymore. Buffy outshone her, she was all his dreams and fantasies rolled into one. He glanced sideways and saw her staring at him.
“If you want to go and comfort her, I’m sure I can find something to do,” Buffy said, glancing at Spike so that Angelus would catch her drift.
“I think I’ll leave that up to Roller Boy,” he said with a nod in Spike’s direction. Buffy smiled triumphantly.
“Good. The truth can be painful. I just thought that should be squared away now. So why don’t we go back to you room and have some more fun,” she said in an appealing tone. She then leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. His eyes grew large as she whispered and he mutely nodded, too busy trying to sort out all the mental pictures that were dancing in his mind. Spike grew slightly jealous but remained silent. It was interesting to watch the Slayer, this was a side of her he doubted anyone had ever seen before.
She stood slowly and brought Angelus’ face forward to kiss her stomach. He licked the transparent material and she growled at him before turning and walking slowly to the bedroom, shaking her hips a little more than necessary. Angelus turned to Spike and grinned.
“So, what do you think?” he said, a cocky grin on his face. Spike just laughed.
“I have to hand it to you, mate. You do have good taste. Watch her though,” he warned his sire. “She’s dangerous. Turn your back on her and she’ll be gone.”
“She’d never dare betray me,” he replied in a menacing tone. Spike sighed.
“Please. She has you eating out of her bloody hand and she’s been one of us for about seven hours. You’re already whipped,” he smirked. Angelus stood and was at Spike’s chair in a flash, hand raised and ready to strike. “Aww, gonna hurt a cripple?”
Angelus just glowered at him. Deciding against it, he rested a hand on Spike’s shoulder in a fatherly gesture.
“Angel, I’m waiting,” Buffy’s voice came floating into the room in a sing-song tone. Most of the male vampires there turned to the door with lust in their eyes, then quickly looked away when Angelus growled at them. He turned to walk away, but stopped and gazed at Spike.
“My friend, if you knew the things she did, you’d be whipped too,” he said in an implying tone. “Go take care of your precious princess.”
That said, he continued on to his room and opened the door. Almost before he was through it, it slammed shut with a bang and Spike heard a body thrown up against it. The door vibrated as he heard the lock turn and he smiled before wheeling himself in the opposite direction, towards his room.