If you recognize anything that came from the BtVS, then Joss and the WB owns it. All else created by from my twisted imagination, so I only own that, the plot and my student loans. If you want all that, then go ahead and sue.
Author's Note: Happens way after "Becoming" and definitely after Angel comes back from Hell.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Part Nine
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was a dark night as Spike headed down to the tunnels that would lead him to the other vampires, and Drucilla. He hated this town with a fiery passion. The Slayer lived here along with her friends that always spoiled life for him. The only happy spot was that Mum was here. If he could risk it, he was going to see her, when the Slayer was not around. He stopped as he heard voices.
"You see,Slayer, I am going to kill all the vampires with your help, and the rest of humanity with them..."
He stood where he was to listen.
* * *
Angel walked slowly into his basement apartment in Sunnydale. It was nearly nine months since he was last there, and he wasn't entirely sure why he was there. He had made up an excuse to Buffy's mother that he needed something from the apartment, but what he really wanted was even unknown to him. He just knew that he had to be there. As his eyes looked deep into the shadows, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, but he felt something.
"Angel?"Joyce whispered as she entered the apartment a few seconds after him."What's wrong?"
Angel looked at Buffy's mother for a minute as she stood in the door way."Nothing."he whispered back.
"Then why are we whispering?"
Angel frowned before he said in a normal voice."I don't know."
"Then can we turn on the lights? It's dark in here."
Angel complied with the request, and when the lights came on, he was greeted with an unsettling shock of pleasure mixed with dismay. His apartment had been rearranged by Buffy. Gone was his very stark and extremely male surroundings, and in its place was something of a mixture between male and female. His bare wall had pictures hanging and there were plants near the window. A comfortable sofa was across from the television, with several books on the coffee table. And all over were articles of clothing that were draped over the bar chairs near the small kitchenette.
Frowning as she looked around, Joyce then sighed."She never kept her room clean, and now she's never going to keep her place clean. I have got to talk to that girl when she gets back."
Angel nodded absently as he headed towards the sleeping area. It was a shock to find it exactly as he had left it. The rich marroon covering over the oak bed was still there with the white satin sheets. < I guess that she didn't want to sleep here. >he thought. Disapointment went through him, until he noticed something pink sticking out from the covers. Reaching for it, he pulled out a familiar fluffy figure. It was Mr.Gordo.
"Mr. Gordo,"Angel whispered with a smile. Joyce looked at him before she spoke.
"You know Mr.Gordo?"
Still looking at the pig, Angel smiled."Yeah, I know Mr.Gordo. We met in Buffy's room a couple of years ago. Just before we met Kendra. She loves this pig."
"I see." Something in Joyce's tone caused Angel to look at her. Then they both began to talk at once.
"Angel..." "Mrs.Summers..."
Both stopped and looked at each other. Joyce started again.
"Angel...I know that you love my daughter, and that she loves you. And I know that I haven't been entirely...open to this fact, and I think that you know why..."
Angel nodded slowly as he looked into his love's mother."It's because of what I am. I'm a vampire." "No, it's not because of that,"she said as she shook her head. Angel looked at her sharply."It's because you have the power to hurt my little girl deeply. I know that you hurt her deeply when you... weren't yourself. And because you have the power to take her away from me, completely. I want my baby in my life, Angel. But if you ask, she would go to you at once. She would leave Sunnydale, me Willow, Rupert, everyone, if you asked her."
"I would never ask her to leave..."Angel started."I love her and I know that she loves you..."
Joyce nodded slowly."I think that I'm begining to realize that. What do you say that we start over by having a small dinner party when we get Buffy back?"
Angel smiled."That would be nice."
"Would I be invited too?"said a nasal voice. Growling Angel threw the owner of that voice up against the wall."Hey!"
"I should have known that you would be here Whistler, this whole thing sticks of your involvement,"he growled.
"Angel!"Joyce shouted as she came stand next to him."Who is this man? Does he know where Buffy is?"
"Meet Whister, the badly dressed Immortal demon who likes to meddle with the affairs between good and evil,"he growled.
"Put me down Angel, we've got work to do. We gotta stop an Immortal from killing the Slayer,"he gasped. Angel put him down hard. Joyce looked at the little man dressed in loud clothing with a bowler hat with hard eyes.
"You know where my daughter is? Who has her?"
Whistler brushed himself after he got up from the floor."I don't exactly know who has her or exactly where she is, but I do know that they will kill her and the world pretty soon if we don't do something."
"What do you know?"demanded Angel.
"Not much, so let's get talking with that snooty Watcher of hers and form a plan of some sort."
Angel slowly nodded."Let's go."
* * *
"What was the name that the drunk said?" asked Hlin again to Oz. They were going over seventy on the road.
"Lili or Lilith, he wasn't sure,"said Oz. She had asked for the third time."What's up?"
"If he's sure, then the Slayer is in grave danger, Hurry! She will die soon if we don't help her!"
Oz pushed his van to go faster.
* * *
Willow and Giles stayed in the make-shift library that was set up in the Summers' guest room. It was still unready, since everyone in the Scoby gang had yet to all pitch in at once to get it ready. But it still had the essentials, an ultra-fast computer that was set up by Willow, a large table and shelves for the old books that Rupert kept threre, a chest filled with weaponry for Buffy, a large mirror hung up by Cordelia, a small fridge and cot set up by Xander and Oz. Joyce added in the wall seascape art to prevent the room from becoming too dreary. Joyce was still trying to get a contracter to tear down the wall to make it join with the other guest room.
"I can't seem to find anything on the net,"said Willow frustrated.She looked over at the man next to her, engrossed in an old book."Are you having any luck, Giles?"
Giles looked at Willow, his eyes focusing at her."There are too many books to look at, and too many things to go through. There is so much Slayer lore and phrophecies that its hard to get the most relevent one. Hmph. I never thought that I would say that."
Willow smiled slightly before she grew serious."Do you really think that Buffy's alive?"
Giles took of his glasses slowly before answering the question. In his mind he was remembering all the time that he spent with Buffy and his young friends. After all the time and the dangers that they all had faced, it was hard to beleive that Buffy was gone. It was even harder to imagine a life without his Slayer, especially after all that has gone on in their short time together. When he thought of her, he felt a rush of fatherly pride as well as exasperation. "I hope, that for all our sakes, that Buffy's alive...I don't think that anyone can imagine a life without Buffy."
Willow nodded as she turned her eyes back at the computer."I know that I can't. After the prophecy with the Master...it kinda felt that she was almost indefeatable, especially when we found that she was brought back to life by Xander. I can't imagine a life without her, Giles. I mean--what's wrong?"
Giles had an odd look on his face before leaping out from his chair and rushing to the shelves."The Pergamon Codex!"
"The Codex? Does it have something?"Willow asked excitedly. Giles quickly leafed through the pages.
"I don't know, but it might have something...it did the last time..."
prayed Willow frantically. She watched with impaitence as it seemed like forever to Giles read the book to a stop.
Giles slowly read the pages."Here! Damn, the writing is barely discrenable...something....Two....Slayer...once...dead....one Immoral? No, one Immortal...no...fate...power..damn! the rest of it's gone. The writing is quite archaic and faded. Damn!"
"Okay..."said Willow slowly as she paced around the room."We got so far, Two Slayer, once dead, one immortal, no fate and power. Well, that's more than what we have than before, and after what? Only six hours of research? Let me try on the net again."
Giles's stomach growled. He looked at Willow sheepishly. "And I'll go see what Joyce has in the fridge." Willow nodded as Giles walked out and headed for the well-stocked kitchen.
|
|
|
|
Rave
Barbie Girl (Becca)
biscuit07
Filmtheory (Jim)
Malice (Jess)
MebbtheScribe (MichaelB)
Reset (Allie)
Shay (Marrisa)
somnambulist29 (Shea)
Stephanie Loss
Wendyness (Wendy)
Questions?Contact Us
|
|
All stories on this site have been archived with the authors' consent. Do not copy these stories for your own uses without the express consent of the author themselves. Buffy the Vampire Slayer TM and Angel TM are © UPN, WB, Fox and its related entities. All photos on the site are © UPN, Fox, Warner Bros, and/or their respective owners. No profits are being made by use of these images.
Powered with the assitance of eFiction.
|
|
|
