All the characters that appear on Buffy do not belong to me, they were created by the all powerful Joss (all bow down) All others, such as Lily or Aaron, belong to me, as does the story line. I have taken Anya’s story, Gone, and given it a little twist. Buffy and Willow have switched places, so now Buffy is the half vampire. I just couldn’t bear Angel and Buffy being apart. (Becoming nearly killed me and Innocence and Surprise gave me a heart attack!) This is my first fanfic of any kind, all feedback is welcome, but no flames, purty pleeze. Hope you enjoy the fic.
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Part Six
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HERE
A knock on the door had them all up in an instant, instinctively dropping into battle stances. Angel froze for a second, startled, then flew to the door and ripped it open, already sensing who was there. Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of the vampire’s shirt and some of his chest and hauled him inside, slamming him to the ground. The man opened his mouth to speak, but Angel silenced him with a head-snapping punch. Lifting him off the ground, he slammed the demon up against the wall, glorying in the snapping of bones. Angel could smell blood on him, her blood. It filled his nose, wiping out all reasoning until there was only one thought, one goal.
Angel punched the vamp in the face as hard as he could, again and again until it was nothing but a bloody mush, the bones shattered and the skin ripped to shreds. The bones in his hand were broken again, but Angel didn’t give a tinker’s damn. It felt incredibly good to beat the crap out of this guy.
Abruptly, he let go of the vampire’s shirt and let him sink to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, Angel bared his fangs, growling low in his throat. The younger demon winced and shrank back against the wall, terror ruling his thoughts. Angel leaned forward and growled, “ Where is she?”
The vampire, one of the survivors of the attack on Buffy shook his head weakly and lifted his hand, which held a now wrinkled and bloody note. Angel ripped it from his hand and opened the envelope pouring the contents into his hand. Out fell a single rose petal and a lock of golden hair that was half red with blood. Angel’s eyes darkened and he stood, slamming his foot into the vamp’s knee. He screamed in pain, his knee cap broken. In a dark corner of the room Matthew’s face whitened and he stepped into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. The other three continued to watch silently, having grown accustomed to such violence a long time ago.
Angel reached down and grabbed the bastard’s hair and lifted him high in the air, writhing and whimpering in pain. Holding him away from anything that would support his weight, Angel shook him savagely and threatened, “ Tell me where she is or I’ll rip your heart out and suck it dry right in front of your eyes.”
The messenger gasped with pain, concentrating on getting his message out. “Kalith says she won’t. . . Won’t be harmed, just so long as you do as he says.” Angel could feel the fury building inside of him and prayed that the vamp would tell them the entire message before he lost control and tore him in two. “Meet him at the old warehouse on the south side of the city. . . He said you’d know the one. . . Bring the others, if you wish, but. . . But leave the priest out of it. You will fight him. The victor decides the girl’s fate. . . I will bring your acceptance of the challenge to him.”
Angel snarled and dropped the man face down on the floor. Placing his foot on his back, Angel shifted all his weight and leaned over to rake his claws down his back. “You tell fucking Kal that I accept his challenge and that if he hurts a single hair on her head, all of the souls in the entire universe won’t stop me from torturing him and finding a new way for him to die.” Suddenly he released his hold on him and picked the vamp up and threw him out the door. “At 9:00 tonight, Kalith will die, violently and I’ll hunt you down. I suggest you leave the country. Or the hemisphere.”
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Angel paced the apartment like a caged animal. The others did their best to ignore him as they prepared for the fight ahead. It would take all of their strength and concentration. Kalith was not one to be messed with. After about two hours of watching him pace non stop except to curse and hurl a couple of things about the room, Lily finally took Angel aside and told him that if he didn’t calm down and get a hold of himself, he’d wear himself out and Buffy would be lost. If he didn’t care if he won, than he should at least care whether the girl lived or died. This snapped Angel back to reality. He took care of Buffy. Whatever the situation, whatever the cost, he took care of Buffy. She came before everything else, even vengeance.
Unable to sit still, Angel did his best to clean up the apartment. Some of the furniture had to be thrown away, as did the expensive silk sheets and the mattress. Matthew immediately ordered another one, which arrived within an hour. Angel had the delivery service bring it in, out of the sun, then sent them away, not wanting them to see the blood in the bedroom. He remade the bed, and picked up all the articles that had been strewn around the room.
With one quick motion, he ripped the stake from the wall and let the pillow fall to the floor. He noticed that one of the drawers were open and he found that the smallest pair of pants were gone. Angel thought to himself bitterly, Grunting with effort, he moved the huge dresser across the room to cover the hole in the wall. It felt good to be doing something. He needed to be busy, to have some physical task to complete, else he would go crazy thinking of Buffy in that asshole’s hands. Angel shoved the thought out of his head, back to the dark corner of his mind where he kept his darkest nightmares that had come true. Angelus had done some horrifying things during his time, but what Kalith had done to her. . . It was in a whole different ball park.
Ariel had been innocent, naive, a bystander really. Angel had seen her once, after stopping her from wandering into the path of a hungry vamp. To him she had just been a beautiful young girl, out for a stroll in a beautiful city. But Kalith hadn’t known about their lack of friendship, or if he had known, he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he had seen the girl with Angel, and she was a way to make him suffer. And it worked.
Angel ordered himself vehemently.
Angel sighed inwardly, terror clawing at his heart. Terror of what could happen tonight, if he didn’t win. Best not to think of that now, don’t psyche yourself out before you even enter the ring. Slowly Angel got around to cleaning up the blood splattered all over the walls and floor. Actually, there wasn’t a lot of it, but from the patterns and colors, Angel could tell that the wounds it had come from were painful. Angel didn’t mind touching the vampire blood, after all, it made him feel good knowing that they had suffered. But when he got to the puddle that smelt differently, that had an almost human odor, his muscles seemed to become weak and it took longer to scrub the dark red stains out of the carpet. Again and again, his mind flashed through the sequence of events, imagining the battle in his mind, screaming inwardly at himself for his failure. She had been here, she had bled here, she had cried out in pain and suffered and prayed for him here. And she had been beaten here. Because he hadn’t been here.
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