Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Buffy Characters, they all belong to Joss, and Fox. I'm just borrowing them, and don't worry Joss, I intend to return them. All characters that aren't/or haven't been on Buffy are mine, and so if you want to borrow them. Please ask!
I Came up with this story when I recieved *the* magnet. So, even if my name is used somewhere in the story......it's not me!
Author's Notes: This story was written to give me a break from my Series (will it ever be done? *sigh*), which will hopefully be up soon.
Big Hugs to everyone that knows me in my little fanfic world, and thanks to Kenny for semi-proofreading it.
Luv ya,
Alex
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"Get away from me Drusilla!" came a calm voice from the shadows. "But the stars are singing tonight, we're going to have a party." Drusilla smiled as she swayed side to side. "Don't you want to come and play? Protector?" The dark figure in the shadows smiled, a knowing smile, "Is that an invitation?"
Dru squealed in delight, "Does that mean your coming? The stars are calling us, can't you feel it?" "You know I can't come Dru, it's not an option." Drusilla sucked in her breath and whimpered, "But mummy wants to play!" The figure stepped out from the shadows. Her golden hair blowing in the wind, complimenting the long cream colored dress she wore. She stood tall and proud. She was the protector.
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Angel walked through the park slowly and unaware. He wasn't being alert, and even though he knew that it might cost him his life, he didn't care. Life was too difficult, and maybe it wasn't worth it. All the pain he'd caused, all the hurt he'd inflicted, on everyone, on Giles, Willow, Xander and Buffy. His Buffy. He wasn't even sure that she was his anymore. He sighed, displeased with himself for going over this so many times. He shook his head, in that action trying to shake himself out of his state of guilt and remorse.
A loud crash could be heard and Angel's head shot up, trying to get a feel for where the sound came from. His jaw tightened in a grimace, as he recognized the voice that followed, "You make the air worry. Mummy doesn't want to be worried. Mummy wants her happy home."
Dru, it was Dru. Who was she fighting? He strained his neck and finally identified the direction where it was all taking place. The cemetery, not so far away. That's where Buffy was patrolling. His Buffy. If Buffy was distracted as she fought Dru. He trailed off, not wanting to go there. The odds weren't good. He had to help her. Angel took off, panting unneeded breathes, as he ran full speed towards the duel.
When Angel reached his destination, all was once again silent. He saw a lifeless body lying in a heap in front of Drusilla. Dru was bending over her, a curious, disbelieving look in her eyes. She cocked her head to one side and reached her hand out to touch the blonde hair of the figure by her feet. She was lying on her stomach, in an unnatural position that a contortionist would envy.
Angel couldn't see her face, as he shouted out, "No!" Drusilla looked up at him, those strangely vulnerable eyes looking at him. Searching for an answer, as if she was lost. Angel started over towards her, and Dru took off. Not looking back, she wailed, calling out in a whisper to the night sky, "The protector."
Angel walked hastily over to the still figure. He bent down, staring at the form in front of him. He was hesitant to do anything, even though he knew he should. Angel peered closely at her, something was wrong, and it wasn't the obvious. He couldn't put his finger on it. Angel reached out and carefully turned the blonde over, at seeing her face, he gasped. It wasn't Buffy. He exhaled in relief, then bowed his head in shame. Even if it wasn't Buffy, he could have helped, he had to help. So he slowly and carefully picked up the blonde and started the trek home.
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He sighed in relief when he reached his apartment, and was able to lay his precious burden down on the bed. He looked her over, inspecting any wounds, but was relieved to find that other then a few scratches it wasn't that bad. When he was satisfied that the unconscious mystery woman would be all right as soon as she came around, he allowed himself to sit and rest. He took in his surroundings, his apartment and the beautiful girl that lay on his bed.
Only then did he notice her attire. The beautiful cream gown she had been wearing, was not as beautiful anymore. Torn in several places, with blood stains. As his eyes traced down her frame he discovered a small, shining identity bracelet. He got up from his chair on the other side of the room and walked over to the girl. Carefully, he unclasped the bracelet and peered closely at it. There was something engraved in it. As he read the words, his eyes widened in curiosity.
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It was a few hours until the sleeping girl finally awoke. Angel sat next to the bed observing her reaction to her new surroundings. She slowly sat up, running a hand through her hair, and looked around. When she spotted Angel, she smiled in recognition, and positioned herself directly in front of him. Angel was slightly startled, she didn't seem afraid at all.
"Who are you?" Angel asked. "I am Alexandra, protector of men." the mysterious young lady replied. "It said so on your bracelet." he said, holding the beautiful silver bracelet out to her. She took it gratefully and then eyed it. There was a short silence. Angel couldn't decide what to say, should he ask her about the fight? How she knew her opponent? Know Dru? Did she know who he was?
Finally he settled on, "What does the name mean?" "She looked at him carefully, considering her options, "I assume your talking about the protector of men part." Angel nodded. Alexandra looked him in the eye. "Just as there is a slayer, to protect humans, there are great forces of evil that protect the demons. I do neither. I protect the soul, and the goodness in every demon." She looked up at him, waiting for a reaction.
Angel shook his head and then looked at her with cold eyes, "There is no goodness in demons, and there are no souls in demons." She reached over to him gracefully, and touched his cheek lightly. Angel made no move to stop her, instead bowed his head. She started softly. "But, Angelus, you have a soul, and you have goodness. If I'm not here, who shall protect the man inside of you?" Her touch was the softest thing he'd ever felt, like an angel. He chuckled softly, ‘An angel, for Angel'
He saw a single tear roll down her cheek. Angel looked up to look at her, she looked so beautiful, yet, so sad. "What is it?" he asked softly, her hand was still touching his face, he reached up for it, but she drew her hand back. He suppressed the tiniest bit of rejection that he felt from her action, and looked at her.
"There's so much pain." she said softly. Angel looked away, but she continued. "Years of guilt, and sadness lay in your soul." That small comment set his temper aflare, he stood up abruptly and shouted, "You think I don't know that?!?!"
She looked up at him thoughtfully. "Your not a demon, you think you are, but your not." "Don't you get it? That's what I am, all that I am! If I'm not a demon, a creature of the night, then what am I?!?"
Alexandra smiled, a small wistful smile, "You're a fallen Angel."
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