Note: Set after “I only have eyes for you,” also the stars* mean the person whose talking has changed, like Angelus will be thinking then Buffy will be at her house.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from the Buffyverse or Evanescence’s lyrics to ‘Haunted.’
Angelus paced the garden, his thoughts disturbing him, “You kissed the slayer and you liked it! You still love her! You want her! I don’t I don’t!”
He fought denying the things that had been eating at his mind since he had been possessed, the feel of her skin, the smell of her hair, and the taste of her mouth.
The small part of Angel that was left taunted him mercilessly, “You love her without me!” This couldn’t be happening again, he couldn’t, wouldn’t love her.
“I have to kill her; I have to make the love stop."
He said to no one in particular as he went to stalk her. ***********************************************************************
Spike threw everything he could see, Drusilla and Angelus together was killing him.
HE took care of her when she was weak; HE had stayed with her even after she took off with some demon, and HE had to watch her throw herself at Angelus.
She always did this, would tell him she loved him forever until some random demon took her fancy, it wasn’t bloody fair! For over a century Spike had been faithful to Drusilla, never even played a bit with his food before he killed them, not because it wasn’t his style, but because Dru was his world, and not even a raven haired whore that could allow him to be tender with her in a way Drusilla never let him he didn’t. He was tempted, but her never acted.
Sometimes he wondered if Angelus hadn’t buggered up her mind before turning her if she’d still love him, if her mind was clear and her voice calm, would she still think of him as her dark prince. Spike was all for torture but to the extent Angelus hurt poor Dru sickened him; she could be strong and happy in all her sane evilness if it wasn’t for him. Dru thought he didn’t know about her past, didn’t care, but he did. She was going to become a bloody Nun! It was hard to imagine the woman he’d seen time and time again drink the blood of innocents, devote her entire life to good.
But if anyone knew about becoming a different person it was him, before he was a vampire…he could barley even remember being human since he had repressed most of his memories of that time. Cecily that was one person he would never forget in his entire unlife, just like with Dru he was devoted to her even when she hurt him.
Spikes remembered William spending countless hours writing about how much he loved Cecily, and then babble incoherently when he talked to her! How her friends would taunt him constantly and she would never say a word in his defense, how she would avert her eyes at his longing gaze, how her words stung him to this day.
When Spike had gone on a vendetta to kill every person that had told him, William that his poetry was bloody awful, so he could torture them with the very thing that they said they’d rather be hurt with then hear his poetry, he couldn’t find her. Cecily was no where to be seen, and deep inside William hoped she had lived a long happy life with many fat grandchildren, his demon snickered.
You would think after over a hundred years of being treated terribly by the female race he’d get used to it, how very wrong you’d be.
He wasn’t going to take this anymore, let Angelus have Dru! He was about to take off from his daily hell when the slayer came stomping in.
“Where’s Angelus!” Buffy spat her eyes glowing with rage.
“Just missed him love,” Spike replied not showing to her how afraid he would be if she directed that rage to him.
“Tell me where he went,” Buffy asked pushing him against the wall, stake in hand. He didn’t know why, but Spike felt oddly attracted to her, the power in her anger was amazing.
“Well that‘d be a waste of wood, I don’t know where peaches is off to,” Spike calmly answered.
"Doesn't matter the day will end the same way," She sighed to herself giving Spike a sliver of the real her before it disappeared.
"And how will it end love," He asked his cool blue eyes burning into hers.
"No way," Buffy answered, avoiding those eyes before remembering why she was there.
“Tell him I’m ready, tell him I’m going to kill him,” Buffy instructed, her voice faltering.
“I’ll be sure to give him the message,” Spike replied evenly staring into her green eyes that reveled the pain she felt.
“When did you get out of the wheel chair?” She asked mockingly.
”Few days ago, though didn’t know you cared slayer,” Spike shot back his eyes smirking with satisfaction.
“I don’t!” Buffy defended, but Spike heard her pulse accelerate.
“Just tell him, ok!” She exclaimed jerking nervously as she walked out of the warehouse.
“I can’t be actually enjoying the non fighting part of being with the sodding slayer,” Spike groaned as Buffy walked out a confused look on her face.
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Buffy ambled down the street until she came to her empty house. Her Mom was working late at the gallery again, so she went upstairs to drown the little voice in her head with vanilla scented body wash.
She always had thought bands like Evanescence were morose and depressing, until her life became morose and depressing.
She began to sing along as the hot beads of water rolled down her back soothingly.
“Long lost words whisper slowly, to me,
Still can’t find what keeps me here,
When all this time I’ve been so hollow inside,
I know your still there,
Watching me, wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down,
Fearing you, loving you,
I won’t let you pull me down,” Buffy was so enraptured she didn’t notice Angelus walk into the bathroom.
“Hunting you I can smell you-alive,
Your heart pounding in my head,
Watching me, wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down,” as if planned Angelus pulled Buffy to him and kissed her hard.
“Angel?” Buffy whispered her face glowing with hope.
“Nope,” Angelus grinned as he pushed her down, she tried to fight him off, but she was vulnerable and he was strong.
“Saving me, raping me,
Watching me.
Angelus had raped her.
She felt so helpless, she had tried to get him off but she just slipped farther into the water.
When he had finally gone Buffy hugged her knees sobbing for what seemed like hours. Sleep would not come, every time she fell asleep she would wake up in a cold sweat, afraid he was there.
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Angelus sauntered into the warehouse and addressed Spike, “I raped the slayer!”
“You did what!” Spike yelled, even Drusilla hissed. Angelus couldn’t understand he had a found to be with her while hurting her. As if powered by rage Spike leapt from his wheel chair, kicking it aside he punched Angelus as hard as he could. Spike had always wanted to kill her, not hurt her.
And at that moment Spike realized that he had one thing in common with the slayer, and that was she loved men who hurt her, just like he loved his women. Angelus paced the garden, his thoughts disturbing him, “You kissed the slayer and you liked it! You still love her! You want her! I don’t I don’t!”
He fought denying the things that had been eating at his mind since he had been possessed, the feel of her skin, the smell of her hair, and the taste of her mouth.
The small part of Angel that was left taunted him mercilessly, “You love her without me!” This couldn’t be happening again, he couldn’t, wouldn’t love her.
“I have to kill her; I have to make the love stop!"
He said to no one in particular as he went to stalk her. ***********************************************************************
Spike threw everything he could see, Drusilla and Angelus together was killing him.
HE took care of her when she was weak; HE had stayed with her even after she took off with some demon, and HE had to watch her throw herself at Angelus.
He wasn’t going to take this anymore, let Angelus have Dru! He was about to take of when the slayer came stomping in.
“Where’s Angelus!” Buffy spat her eyes glowing with rage.
“Just missed him love,” Spike replied not showing how afraid he was if she directed that rage to him.
“Tell me where he went,” Buffy asked pushing him against the wall, stake in hand. He didn’t know why, but Spike felt oddly attracted to her, the power in her anger.
“Well that‘d be a waste of wood, I don’t know where peaches is off to,” Spike calmly answered.
"Doesn't matter the day will end the same way," She sighed giving Spike a sliver of the real her before it disappeared.
"And how will it end love," He asked his cool blue eyes burning into hers.
"No way," Buffy answered, avoiding those eyes before remembering why she was there.
“Tell him I’m ready, tell him I’m going to kill him,” Buffy instructed, her voice faltering.
“I’ll be sure to tell him,” Spike replied evenly staring into her eyes that reveled the pain she felt.
“When did you get out of the wheel chair?” She asked mockingly.
”Few days ago, though didn’t know you cared slayer,” Spike shot back his eyes smirking with satisfaction.
“I don’t!” Buffy defended, but Spike heard her pulse accelerate.
“Just tell him, ok!” She exclaimed jerking nervously as she walked out of the warehouse.
“I can’t be falling for the bloody slayer,” Spike sighed as Buffy walked out a confused look on her face.
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Buffy ambled down the street until she came to her empty house. Her Mom was working late at the gallery again, so she went upstairs to drown the little voice in her head with vanilla scented body wash.
She always had thought bands like Evanescence were morose and depressing, until her life became morose and depressing.
She began to sing along as the hot beads of water rolled down her back soothingly.
“Long lost words whisper slowly, to me,
Still can’t find what keeps me here,
When all this time I’ve been so hollow inside,
I know your still there,
Watching me, wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down,
Fearing you, loving you,
I won’t let you pull me down,” Buffy was so enraptured she didn’t notice Angelus walk into the bathroom.
“Hunting you I can smell you-alive,
Your heart pounding in my head,
Watching me, wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down,” as if planned Angelus pulled Buffy to him and kissed her hard.
“Angel?” Buffy whispered her face glowing with hope.
“Nope,” Angelus grinned as he pushed her down, she tried to fight him off, but she was vulnerable and he was strong.
“Saving me, raping me,
Watching me.
Angelus had raped her.
She felt so helpless, she had tried to get him off but she just slipped farther into the water.
When he had finally gone Buffy hugged her knees sobbing for what seemed like hours. Sleep would not come, every time she fell asleep she would wake up in a cold sweat, afraid he was there.
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Angelus sauntered into the warehouse and addressed Spike, “I raped the slayer!”
“You did what!” Spike yelled, even Drusilla hissed. Angelus couldn’t understand, he had a found to be with her while hurting her. As if powered by rage Spike leapt from his wheel chair, kicking it aside he punched Angelus as hard as he could. Spike had always wanted to kill her, not hurt her.
And at that moment Spike realized the one thing he had in common with the slayer, she liked men that hurt her, just like he liked his women.
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