Remembrance: 20
by Selene
The teleportation spell went smoothly. It seemed like Giles added a much needed element to Willow’s spells. Namely focus. The two of them were able to place a misdirection and cloaking spell over the area and bring everyone over to the Coven without digging too deep into their energy levels. Giles and Willow preformed the spells and while the power flowed through the two of them they had melded together as one again. After the spells were complete they felt an awkwardness come over them. Willow’s word hung in the air around them.
Willow had no idea of what to do to get them back on track again. This felt much worse than the time he had called her a rank, arrogant, amateur.
Giles stubbornly refused to comment to her about the remarks she made earlier. The words still stung him and he hated feeling this way. All open and vulnerable. He tried to close himself off but as soon as their hands had met again he had felt them blending into each other again. She had made herself pretty clear in stating that the only thing that was important between them was the magic. So magic would be the only thing that they would share. He dropped her hand as soon as the portal deposited them at the Coven.
Willow looked at him with wide eyes unable to say anything that she felt since she was all jumbled up inside.
The demon carcasses that they left would soon dissolve into goo and be washed away without any regular joe being any the wiser. Special care was taken with Rona’s remains and they planned on having her buried just outside the Coven grounds.
Everyone was worried about Andrew. Xander and Dawn had found him unconscious laying in a pool of blood. They had brought him back to the Coven and he was resting in bed. They had tried to heal him with various herbs and unguents but it only cleaned up the very nasty bruise on the side of his head. Margaret, the Coven’s seer, had told them that he was going to have to come out of it on his own and that he just needed to rest.
Buffy sat next to Andrew’s side stroking his forehead. “Spike... You know if it wasn’t for Andrew... No. Actually, if it wasn’t for Wesley I would have never known that you were alive. Wesley called me in Rome and left a message on the answering machine. He was crocked.” Buffy’s face split into a grin trying to envision the stuffy Wesley that she had known drinking.
Spike thought about it for a moment and then started laughing, “He must have called you when Angel and I were in a tussle. I can’t believe that he went against Angel strict orders of no contact with the Slayers... He surprises me more and more.” He started laughing again at the look of anger on Buffy’s face. Angel was going to get an earful from her. But not now. He swooped down on her before she could get a word in. His arms wrapping around her chest and his body protectively embracing her. Whispering low in her ear he said, “It looks like we are going to have to thank our ex-watcher then pet. I can’t imagine Angel would be too happy with this information. Maybe we should do Wes a favor and keep this little tidbit to ourselves.”
Buffy thought for a second and slowly nodded her head. It might have been because Spike had taken advantage of their situation and had started to place kisses all up and down her neck. Buffy thought that maybe it wasn’t such a great idea for a Slayer to be so turned on by a vampire kissing her neck. But it was this vampire. Her vampire and she snuggled against him letting out a small moan. Spike smiled against her neck and pulled her even closer.
Angel leaned against the wall outside the door. He had heard everything that had been said. That information and the noises that the two were emitting was enough to drive him into another murderous rage. He should have known that Wesley would have snuck away and gone against him. Why not? The Judas had done it once before. He knew exactly when he had told her. The night at Wesley’s house he had taken his cell phone. The only place that he kept her number. The phone that had conveniently been dropped in the toilet after he had called her. He had acted all innocent when he had asked him what had happened to the phone. Wesley deliberately destroyed it and the record of the calls that had gone out. He added it to the growing list of things that they would all pay for.
He had even offered to seal Wesley’s wound earlier. Giles had stopped him from getting even a speck of the blood.
Giles had always been a huge pain in the ass for him. He had interfered in his relationship with Buffy and now apparently felt all chummy with Spike. The hypocrite! Some of the guilt that Angel had for Jenny Calendar’s death melted away. He felt that Giles had been moving against him even back then. Angelus’ spree of violence had evened the score up. Giles wasn’t the innocent victim he always liked to portray. He knew what he was doing.
The noises from inside the bedroom became a little louder and more incessant. It sickened him. He had to get away from there quick before he did something he wasn’t ready to do quite yet. Buffy the Vampire’s Slut was going to pay along with her little lap-dog, Spike.
He crossed the corridor and went outside into the cool night air.
Giles sat in Margaret’s personal salon and watched her as she poured him a cup of tea. The familiarity of the act calmed his nerves somewhat. He had asked to be given an audience on the excuse of trying to find out what Wolfram and Hart was planning to do. He planned on discussing that but his true reason for seeking Margaret out was to find out what she knew about the bond Willow and him had experienced.
He was at a lose on how to control himself whenever he was around her. He was infatuated with her and couldn’t stop thinking about for more than a moment. He wanted to make sure that he was not going to embarrass himself in front of her. He was acting like he was a bloody schoolboy and she was his first kiss.
Margaret smiled at him and he knew in that moment that she had an inkling on why he had shown up at her door. They had been friends for so long that sometime they could tell what the other was thinking just by a glance. He hoped that he wasn’t that obvious to everyone else. Or that maybe there was an off chance that she had a vision about his situation with Willow. Highly unlikely but worth a shot. It would do him good just to hash out his feelings and get her honest reaction. Her advice was always sound.
Giles was warming up to his topic when he heard a timid knock on the door. Willow was standing there all cleaned up and fairly sparkling. She stood in the doorway apologizing for disturbing Margaret at such a late hour but she had something she wanted to ask her about the spell that had been performed on Giles and her. If maybe there was some after affect that she knew about... She trailed off as she noticed Giles sitting there with his tea cup halfway to his mouth. Margaret smiled and motioned Willow into the room and brought up a chair for her to sit in next to Giles.
“Well it seems that I am not going to have to explain this twice.” She made a motion towards the teapot to see if Willow would like a cup. After Willow’s nod she started to pour explaining all the while. “The spell that you two were placed under was very straightforward. It gave you both the extra power that you would need for the upcoming fight. Anything else that came from it was your own doing.”
After dropping that bombshell she dipped her finger into her cup of tea and proclaimed that the tea was entirely too cold. Scooping up the various tea cups she announced that she was off to the kitchen to heat up some more water. She would only be a minute and for them to wait till she returned. Hiding her smile she left the two of them in the room together.
He had to fight off the urge to go back in there and tear the head off of his childe. He wanted to brutally tear into Buffy’s neck and claim her like Spike had earlier this evening. She had no thought on how this was affecting him. She was oblivious to the pain that she inflicted on him.
Or maybe she enjoyed it. He had seen her toy with Spike before in the past. She had like to lord it over him. To inflict pain with her word as well as her little fists. The Slayer knew a few things about torture.
Angel had to get a grip on himself. The shock of what had happened in such a short time. The painful decisions that he had made was destroying all of his much lauded self control. The fact that he was here now right in the middle of the enemy camp was rich. The fact that he had been brought here by the borrowed magic of the Coven only sweetened the pot. He had to calm down. The only thing that he needed to do right now was to figure out what to do next.
Kennedy was patrolling in hopes that something had slipped by the Coven’s defenses. She was so mad that she could spit. Willow must take her as some kind of idiot! There was no way that she was buying that ‘Oh... There’s nothing going on’ routine. She wanted to punch something right then so bad she could taste it. Her slayer sense’s flared up and whirling around she felt a vampire signature. Bingo! Not taking any chances she dove at the tall figure in front of her. Wrestling him to the ground she threw punch after punch until some part of her recognized the form underneath her. Oh shit! Angel.
She leaned over him and placed her hands on his shoulder’s shaking him non too gently. “Angel... Angel... I didn’t know it was you...” His swollen eyes popped open.
In a flash her position was reversed and she felt his fangs sink deep in her neck. There had been no warning. He had just torn out her windpipe. Kennedy felt searing pain. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.The blood leaving her body in great torrents with Angel’s body grotesquely hovering above her. Swallowing over and over.
Her hand trailed down Angel’s arm till it lay in the grass beside her. Her eyes wide open and staring.
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