Legal Stuff: Buffy the Vampire Slayer concept & characters (Buffy, Angel, Oz, Willow, Cordelia, Xander, Giles, Drusilla & Kendra) are tm & (c) Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation, and basically belong to them, Joss Whedon, The WB Television Network and Mutant Enemy (Rrrr...Argh...). They were created by Joss Whedon, and I have absolutely nothing to do with it (wish I did). Atherlae is an otherwise original work that is (c) Fox Lee 1999, (yours truly). Any similarity between events in this story and in real life (yeah, that happened to ME and MY vampire boyfriend just the other day!) is purely coincidental and unintended (so deal with it). If you like this story and want it posted on your page, lack of frequent e-mail access prompts me to say 'feel free - in fact, please do', so long as you don't edit any bits and you make sure my name's on it along with this message. If you do re-post it, please e-mail me to let me know.
Last edited: 10-3-99
Timespan: This would either have to take place before Angel turned evil again, or after his return (he ain't back yet in Australia...*SOB*...). I began writing it just after the episode "Ted". Please note that I can't be held responsible for any inaccuracies that I wasn't aware of at this point, and that I've only actually seen about five or six episodes (not including the comics or what I've read on the Internet). What I'm trying to say is if I've screwed up, don't be too disgusted (but e-mail me and tell me so I don't embarrass myself too much!).
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Gimmicky promo stuff (!!!!!): Keep an eye out for my second Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic, There Can Be Only One, in which a summer adventure camp and a mysterious girl tied to Angel's past cause some serious trouble for the Slayer and her friends. Also, a decidedly out-of-the-ordinary school dance in A Night To Remember. Coming soon from Cyberslayer (hey, that's me!).
Oh, by the way: If you've got this story on your page and would like a decent-looking html version with groovy graphics, decent fonts, formatting etc. (I REALLY hate .txt files), please contact me.
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Part Five
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"Angel?" Buffy called, ducking into the old, abandoned building that was her 200-year-old boyfriend's home. "Angel, are you home?"
She listened for any sign of him, concentrated on breathing, movement, presence. She could feel something, but the only reply to her calls was their echo, caught and thrown back to her by the concrete walls. Immediately, she became concerned.
"Angel?" she called again. Nothing.
She moved over to Angel's bed, remembering the last time she'd been here looking for him. Then, she had been surprised by Kendra, the Slayer summoned when she had 'died'. Kendra, who had fashioned herself to fight without aid or hindrance from her emotions. She felt a twinge of jealousy as she told herself that Kendra would never have been so useless during the search. She would have set her mind first to her duty, instead of her loved ones.
But then, Angel had never kissed Kendra.
As she sat down, she remembered the time Kendra had found her here. She'd fallen asleep, sick with worry, instead of searching for Angel like she should have. She toyed with the one corner of the blanket, wondering if things would have turned out differently, if Angel would still have had to go through so much pain, if she hadn't been here. Would she have been able to find him sooner, or would she have wasted her time and energy on a fruitless search?
A noise shocked her out of her reconnaissance. In an instant, she was on her feet, stake whipped out of her shoulder bag, waiting. Cautiously, she moved away from the bed, braced for combat.
She knew he was there before he betrayed himself. She could feel him like that. It was the shock, the refusal to believe that Angel would attack her, that delayed her actions long enough for him to claim first blood. Something heavy and sharp was in his hand as it struck her temple, knocking her down, and it was only the taste of hot blood trickling down her face that kept her conscious as she almost passed out. With great effort, she wrenched herself free of the descending haze, rolled away as he struck again, and sprang back to her feet, wavering unsteadily.
She noticed that Angel had reverted into his vampire form. It came as a shock to her, even though it happened inadvertently when he fought; numerous times he had commented on how he hated her to see him like that. Indeed, she knew, he hated himself for what he was. But none of that mattered as he lashed out again, and she realized what he had hit her with as she saw it in his hand; a broken piece of concrete, one edge jagged where it had come loose.
"Angel, stop it!" Buffy cried, circling defensively, waiting for him to move before she did. "What're you doing?!"
"I know what you're doing, Drusilla," he snarled. "You'll never hurt Buffy! Not with me here!"
Had he called her Drusilla?!
"Angel! I AM Buffy! What's wrong with you?!"
He lunged for her; she sidestepped, but not far enough. His shoulder collided with her breastbone, winding her, leaving her to choke helplessly for air. Her stake spun out of her hand, turning circles as it slid across the floor and far from her grasp. He kicked her savagely in the head, and she felt the darkness coming again.
She noticed that he had retrieved her stake. The thought penetrated her numbing mind, he really does think I'm Drusilla. He thinks he's killing her to protect me. It was rather ironic to be admiring the man who would, in seconds, kill her. She wondered vaguely if he would realize his error when she simply lay dead, instead of turning to ashes, or if he'd never know what he'd done. He has holding the stake above her chest, preparing to deliver the final blow.
Pain and surprise lit Angel's eyes simultaneously as a chair broke over his back. The vampire went down with no more than a surprised grunt, joining the now unconscious Slayer on the floor.
Disdainfully, Xander dumped what was left of his weapon on the floor, and regarded the unmoving forms of the vampire and the Slayer. "Never did like the creep anyway."
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