the Correspondences

Parts 13-17

 

SERIES : the Correspondences

PAIRING : Buffy/Angel

RATING : PG14

SPOILERS : I Will Remember You

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters. Nor do I own “again” (Janet Jackson), “the Dance” (Garth Brooks), “She’s Every Woman” (Garth Brooks), “Wild Horses” (Wild Horses).

 

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13

THE NEXT MORNING

 

            “Angel?” She grazed his lips with her own gently.

            “What?”

            “Angel, I have to go, my bus leaves in an hour, I just wanted you to know, say goodbye, or see you again, or whatever.” He got up and grabbed her around the waist. He crushed his body to hers.

            “Well, call me after your presentation and we’ll figure out the next step.”

            “Okay, I was going to have coffee, do you want to have some with me?”

            “I’d love to.” They had coffee and she kissed him goodbye when she left. He went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. He looked over at the dresser, waning to remember her body standing there, when he noticed an envelope on the dresser. He took it down and read the letter inside.

 

My dearest Angel-

            How can I ever find the words for how much last night meant to me? I don’t know if we really mean what we said, if we will try to work it out and find a way, or not, but either way, I will always remember last night. I only wish we could have made it more, have made love, but I know we cannot, and I can deal with that, I only wish.

            I’ve made love to you in my head so many times Angel, thoughts sneak into my head at the worst moments: during a test, during a patrol, and yes even when with Riley. He may be a man, but he is no man to me, he can’t even compare. He is naive, not wanting to explore my body, worship me as much as you already do, after only one encounter. You draw my body with such eloquence and expertise almost as if you have it memorized, the contours of my body, how the shadows play with me so exquisitely, mystically even.

            Every drawing screams love to me, the strokes of the pen, long and defined. Your love and devotion come through so clearly, in your words, even in the letters, so carefully chosen. He does not how to show it if he does indeed feel it, but he is not you. I couldn’t find any mere mortal that would come close.

            You wanted me to be loved, but I want to worshipped, and only your eyes can make me feel that. Only your eyes can run up and down my body and make me feel like a goddess. Only your touch can make me tremble, only your mouth can make me beg for mercy. If I live the rest of my life, with only these memories, then so be it. But I realize now that Riley was never what I wanted, so he must be set free. I intend on doing that, and wearing my ring, for I belong to you and you alone. Your eyes are the only ones I want to see me, your hands are the only ones I will allow to touch me, and if they never will again, so be it. I love you, more than words can describe.

 

                                                                        Eternally awaiting your touch,

                                                                                    Buffy

 

            He was unsure if it was possible to love her even more than he already did, but he did.

 

THAT AFTERNOON

 

            “Riley!”

            “Buffy! I missed you.” He grabbed her.

            “Riley, I’m sorry.”

            “What?”

            “Sit down.”

            “That’s never a good conversation.”

            “Riley, I was wrong to say yes to you so quickly, I was wrong to say yes at all.”

            “What?”

            “I lied, it has everything to do with Angel.”

            “WHAT?”

            “Riley, it’s not fair for you to be second prize, I’m sorry, but I can’t see you anymore. I wish things were different, but they aren’t.” She put the ring in his hand and walked away.

 

THAT EVENING

 

            “Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless. Can I help you?”

            “Cordelia, is Angel there?”

            “Hold on.” She waited.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey.”

            “Hi.” He said. “What’s up?”

            “I wasn’t sure if I should call or not, but I am just so excited!”

            “Why? What happened?”

            “I GOT THE JOB! They said they were so impressed with my speech, that they want to send me to the opening in LA, and possibly to their headquarters in New York for a week. A week, can you imagine, a week in New York!”

            “That is so great!”

            “I know, I just wanted to call you, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to tell you my good news, I wanted to this time, and I wanted to tell you that I gave Riley back his ring today and told him I couldn’t see him anymore.”

            “Oh, how do you feel about that?”

            “Elated, relieved, happy, relaxed... need I go on?”

            “I suppose not.”

            “How pathetic? I mean, I’ve been with him for four years, and I can’t say as if I’m torn up about it, I really don’t feel anything. I mean, I feel bad about leading him on like this, but as for the breaking up part, I’m over it.”

            “I’m glad to hear you made such a speedy recovery.”

            “Well, I mourned, it’s over, I’m good to go. So, they want me to be at this gala thing three weeks from now to introduce me to a bunch of people in LA, and I kind of need a date, and I was thinking that if you’re not busy doing vampire things, that maybe...”

            “I’d love to.”

            “Good. It’s formal, but not too formal, suit and tie should do.”

            “When are you coming?”

            “Well, I have to meet with the founding partners tomorrow afternoon, so they can offer me some money I guess, and give the final interview, so I’ll be coming by train tomorrow morning, around nine-ish.”

            “Want me to pick you up?”

            “Nah, I’m a big girl, I can get from the train station to your place.”

            “You’ll be coming to my place?”

            “Duh silly, of course. Don’t tell me you’re getting all slow in your old age.”

            “Not likely.”

            “Not that slow is bad, it’s just not good.”

            “It can be, good.”

            “I’ll bet it can.”

            “Then I’ll see you tomorrow?”

            “Tomorrow.” She hung up.

 

14

THURSDAY MORNING

 

            She walked into the apartment. “Angel?” She walked around. “Angel?” She walked into the bedroom and there was an envelope, she sat down and opened it. She pulled out three pieces of paper. The first two were drawings; one of her in the dress, a collage of different angles of the dress and the other was her standing in front of the dresser naked. She read the letter.

 

My love-

            Sadly I cannot be here, I had to meet a potential client with Cordelia, rather she wanted me to join her for a breakfast date with an agent. She says she trusts my judgement about people, I’ve smelled a few rats for her in the past, so please accept my humble apologies.

            Enclosed are two drawings, new ones, which is obvious to you. I drew them for you, so you could keep last night forever frozen. You are my Goddess, of love, of truth, of sex, you are my goddess, and I worship you more than I think I should.

            I can’t express to you how wonderful it is to hear that your body is only for me, although that may lead you into a life you won’t want, but it is your choice. I realize now that I can’t make decisions for you. Perhaps yes, I do see you as that teenager, but the other night, I saw you as a woman and fell even deeper into love with you. Feeling your hands on my body once more, your heat, your lips, your tongue, watching you from the bathroom, stand in front of the dresser, like a queen, you are my queen.

            I am missing you as I sit with Cordelia, be sure of that, and I will be home later sometime after your meeting. There is juice in the fridge, mind you it is not the red juice. Bad joke. I love you so much it hurts not to be with you.

 

                                                                        Eternally waiting to touch you,

                                                                                                Angel

 

            She smiled and lay down for a quick nap.

 

TWO HOURS LATER

 

            He sat with his pencil in hand watching her, wanting to capture every detail of her. She began to stir. “Angel?”

            “You caught me.”

            She sat up more. “Doing what?” He turned the notepad to her. “It’s beautiful.”

            “Well, you’re the best subject. I try to draw other things and I can’t.”

            “Well, I don’t want you drawing other women anyway.” She smiled and reached for him. “What time is it?”

            “11:30, when’s your meeting?”

            “Two, but I want to see my father first, so I think I’m going to do that. Do you mind?”

            “Not at all, here.” He handed something to her.

            “What’s this?”

            “A key, if we leave to go out, we lock the office door, and the only way to get here, besides the sewers is through the office, so in case we have to go for something, you can get back in.”

            “Okay, you sure?”

            “No, I think you’re going to bring a whole bunch of holy water and dump it all over the floor. Of course I’m sure.”

            “Well, jeez... don’t have to be all like that? Who died and gave and you a sense of humor?” She paused. “I’m sorry, that was a bad joke.”

            “No it’s okay, you don’t have to tip toe around it anymore.”

            “Okay and you don’t have to tip toe around me either, come here.” She grabbed his hand yanked him to her and crushed her lips to his, greeting his tongue and welcoming it. He moved over her and she lay back and enjoyed the feeling of having his weight crushing into her, feeling him hover over her body. His kisses grew with intensity and desire and he began sucking on her neck and lips and ears. “Angel... stop it... Angel...”

            He looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

            “Well, first off all, we can’t, and secondly, I do have to get going.”

            “You’re right, for once, you’re the mature one.” He said, rolling off her. “I hate that.”

            “I know, but I really do want to tell my dad about my job. My mom was so happy, although I failed to mention the part about being back with you, but I did tell her that Riley and I broke up, luckily I never really told her we were getting married, so it was okay. She was heartbroken about him though, I think she liked him more than I did.”

            “You’re amazing Buffy, simply amazing.”

            “Don’t you forget it pal.”

            “I couldn’t possibly.”

 

            “Did you tell her yet?”

            “What?”

            “What? You even have to ask me that Angel? Did you tell her you two can do the nasty? Did you tell her can do the horizontal dance of love and remained souled?”

            “Could you be anymore Cordelia than you already are?”

            “I told you before, brutal honesty, I give it, if you don’t like it, stop hanging out with me.”

            “I love you Cordelia.” He said with a chuckle. “And no I haven’t.”

            “You mean, she’s spent two nights here and you haven’t jumped her bones? Are you ill?”

            “No.”

            “Are you suddenly gay?”

            “No Cordelia, I am definitely not gay, I just want things to be perfect and there’s too much stuff, so as long she thinks we can’t, we won’t, which is good.”

            “Stuff? What stuff?”

            “I don’t want to base the next phase of Angel and Buffy on a lie, she doesn’t know what I did, she doesn’t know there is a way to make me very much human very quickly.”

            “Oh, that whole forgotten day thing? I thought you were over that.”

            “Cordelia, she thinks we’ve only ever been together once, when we were together so much more than that, but it didn’t happen. I want to tell her, but what if we can’t find a way to be together. I can’t be human again Cordelia, she would get hurt.”

            “Angel, why don’t you let her take that risk if she wants.”

            “Because I’m not going to just be human, just to get dead two days later. Been there, done that, I already died once and don’t want to go there again.”

            “I’m just saying, maybe you should learn from your mistakes, mister-I’ve-grown-so-much, and tell her, be honest.”

            “I don’t know, I just don’t know.”

 

15

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

 

            “I’m back!”

            He jumped up, so happy to hear her voice filling up the apartment, “Hi! How’d it go?”

            “You are looking at the new Public Relations Associate of Jackson, Johnson and Hut.”

            “OH THAT’S GREAT!”

            “Even better than that is starting salary.”

            “What is it?”

            “I was hoping you’d ask that! Forty-five thousand dollars! Plus I get two weeks paid vacation every six months, dental, eye and medical benefits after three months, and I get to start handling my own accounts as soon as I start.”

            “When do you start?”

            “Next week, next Monday. And, any traveling I have to do it paid for by the company, and they are giving me a ten thousand dollar signing bonus for moving costs, cause I’ll have to relocate, I’ll be living in LA. I get that check tomorrow, so I’m thinking we can celebrate.”

            “By what?”

            “I was thinking I’d start by taking everyone to dinner, you, me, Wesley and Cordelia, you all work very hard ridding the world of the vermin that dare call themselves demons, you deserve a night. And I thought I would take Cordy shopping.”

            “Why?”

            “Because she’s taken such good care of you.”

            “She will so love you.”

            “I know, I’m just lovable.”

            “You are so lovable.” He grabbed her and began his assault on her mouth and senses. He pulled away after he had had as much of her as he could handle.

            “Why stopping? It was just getting good.” She said with a sparkle in her eyes that had missing for so long.

            “So this job is definite?”

            “Yes it is. We signed this afternoon; I’ll be assigned a few clients, until I get some of my own. The gala will give me an opportunity to meet some people looking for PR reps.”

            “Great. I can’t wait.”

            “Me neither, in more ways than one.” She pulled him to her lips and assaulted him as he had her. She started laughing.

            “What Buffy?”

            “I’m just thinking how it took me 23 years to finally get my life into place, a job, a good one, I’ve gotten the Slayer thing under control, and now I’ve got my man.” He sat on the couch and she sat on top of him, straddling him. “Now first things first, work on the curse, then the mortal immortal thing.”

            “Buffy, we could sort the immortal mortal thing out first, it seems if we can make me mortal, or something like it, the curse will be negated if we can get the demon out.”

            “Yes, but if we get to the curse first, we can have fun while we’re fixing the mortal immortal thing. And I so want to have fun with you.” She kissed him playfully, biting his lower lip gently.

            “I thought that didn’t matter.”

            “It doesn’t, but wouldn’t it be an added bonus?”

            “Buffy, I think mortal immortal thing is best, if we can’t figure that out, no sense in punishing ourselves by going all pelvic, and having to walk away.”

            “Angel...”

            “Buffy, please don’t go there with me, I can’t walk away from you again, especially if we make love again.”

            “Angel...” she put her finger to his mouth. “Angel, I don’t want to make you watch me die, I won’t. We’ll give it a couple years, and if we can’t figure it out, I’ll walk away this time. But let’s not think about that until later, okay? We’ll pack it in the back of our mind, behind some of this.” She licked his lips and plunged her tongue into his mouth, he was receptive. “Sound like a plan?”

            “Yes, it does, thank you.”

 

16

THURSDAY NIGHT

 

            “ANGEL! ANGEL!”

            “Cordelia? What’s up?”

            “Vision, icky man, very big icky man, here’s the address.”

            “Okay.”

            “And Angel, I’d take that extra big fighting ax, and maybe a slayer if you’ve got one lying around.”

            “Okay. Buffy?”

            “Yes.” She came out of the kitchen.

            “Extra big icky guy, up for a fight?”

            “Oh, fighting side by side again, definitely.”

 

            They arrived at the address and found a slew of demons. “This looks horrible.”

            “Don’t be so pessimistic Buffy.”

            “Okay, what do we do?”

            “We get up on the roof, attack from above, got your crossbow?”

            “Yes.”

            “Practice lately?”

            “Yes. Let’s go.”

            “Get on my back.”

            “Oh boy, I love riding you Angel.”

            “Buffy...”

            “Well I do, let’s just go.” She hopped on his back and he scaled some drainage pipes to the top of the warehouse. She jumped off. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

            “Better. Now let’s just watch and see what they are doing.” They watched for a few minutes until the horror of what they were watching set in. Below them, was a line of humans, and they were jumping down into a circular hole, and there was just as steady a stream of demons coming out of a hole not ten feet away. At the other end of the warehouse, they saw maybe fifty bodies, with maybe twenty other bodies being fed off of by a hoard of vampires. Some of the humans were just children; others were adults, teenagers, women and men. She saw two vampires drinking from a small child, next to her, was another small child being changed.

            “My god... it’s a demon manufactory, and the children. This explains why there’s been so many more demons lately.”

            “I know, we have to stop them.”

            “Duh. How?”

            “It looks like some kind of ritual, the lines and candles, and incense. If we can stop the ritual, maybe we can stop the whole thing. We can’t save the people who are already dead, but perhaps the others.”

            They moved inside the window, closer to the demons and listened.

            “When will they be here?” One said.

            “They will be, and they will be pleased. The jeweled ones will be pleased.”

            “Angel, jeweled ones?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Angel look... I’ve seen one before, in your office at Thanksgiving that first year. We know how to kill them.”

            “Killing them won’t stop the others.” It was a Morha demon, this could be a potentially lethal fight for him, he had to be careful not to mix blood with any of them.

            “So what do we do?” She asked.

            “Those people look they are entranced or something, like a spell, if we can break through to them we could try and get of them out.”

            “Good plan, no wonder I love you so much.” She said smiling. Just then she saw something sparkle in between both holes. “Angel... look.” She pointed. She looked closer and it appeared to be a jewel that was emanating two lines from it, to each of the holes. “If we get that jewel, I bet the holes will close up. You can kill that other demon you know how to kill, I’ll go for the jewel.”

            “You sure?”

            “Yes, after that, you get the people out, I’ll take on the demons.”

            “Sure?”

            “Yes Angel, let’s go. I need a distraction to get close enough.”

            “Consider it done.” Just then he kissed her forehead and jumped down the floor, running away from the jewel, several demons followed him, including the jeweled one. She jumped down and ran to the jewel, demons began attacking her. She made it close but was thrown back.

            “Silly mortal girl... you can’t enter the circle without being prepared, all who enter, become.” They brought Angel to her, three demons had him, he was vamped out and they had a stake to his heart. “Now, I’d stop fighting if I were you.”

            “ANGEL!” She tried to run to him, but she was held back. He morphed back to human face. “ANGEL! Let him go! What are you doing here?” She spoke to the Jewel man.

            “We are ending the world. What are you doing?”

            “We are ending the end of the world.”

            “Well my dear, as you can see, one of us is going to walk away happy, and two will not walk away, and sadly you can’t stop us, it’s already started.” The ground began to shake violently and the holes began expanding toward the jewel. “Ah, it’s already started. Let them go, there is nothing they can do.”

 

            Angel’s mind was racing; he was going through everything he had read about the End of Days and the jeweled ones. If an unpure creature were to jump in the hole, he was pretty sure the hole would close up, he had to try. He ran to Buffy and grabbed her.

            “What’s going on Angel?”

            “Buffy, I have to go.”

            “What?” The ground was shaking and thunderous sounds were drowning out the sound.

            “Buffy, I have to stop it.”

            “How?”

            “I won’t be back Buffy.”

            “Angel... no!”

            “Buffy, I love you!  I have to go!”

            “Angel, please don’t! I can’t live without you!”

            “Buffy, please... I have to end this.”

 

            With that he grabbed her and they kissed quickly. He jumped into the circle and she watched with horror as he dove into the hole. A light shot up through it and she watched all the demons being sucked into hole. The remaining people began waking up from the magic, confused and crying. The light dissipated and the holes closed up, leaving the jewel on the surface. She walked over to it and held it up, it looked like there was a fluid inside, it was green.

            She sunk to the ground crying. She had lost him for good.

 

17

DURING THE NIGHT

 

            She had this nagging feeling, like there was something undone. She got up very quietly, so as not to wake him, but remembered he was not there. She went to the chest and opened it up looking very specifically for something. She found it and quickly flipped to the last page and read it, it was a letter that she had never gotten.

 

My love-

            How can you possibly forgive me for what I did to us? Luckily you don’t have to, because you don’t remember because the past twenty-four hours, the happiest of my life, never happened. Our love was erased, like it was some cosmic joke, and now I feel even more dead inside than ever before. Feeling my heart beating, the warmth of humanity then having it taken away, how can I go on?

            I wish I didn’t remember, but it will pull me through, I think, until I can find my way back into your arms, into your warmth. Until this burden is not only mine to bear. Until then, I am haunted by the memories of a day when my dreams came true and I could make love to you over and over and not worry about the consequences. A day when I was human and was able to kiss you in the sunlight and not worry about burning.Now that day is but a shadow, a reflection, in my dreams, a never ending nightmare for myself, the kind that you always want to have, but never want to remember. The worst kind of nightmare that seems wonderful until you wake up and realize that it isn’t real. What will I say when I see you again? What could I say so as not to sound like an idiot? I pray to the Powers that Be, that you remember so I don’t have to look into your eyes and lie to you. Part of me wishes you would never remember, so I never have to know the true meaning of loneliness and regret.

            I am glad I had one more chance with you. One more time to relish the time with you, and ravish in your juices, and push us past the line of all logic and sanity, past the point of reality. I remember fondly, your lips around me, your hands stroking me gently, your fingers on my back, your breath on my neck, your hair running over my skin. I close my eyes and remember the delights your body holds for me and wake up and realize that they are someone else’s now. I’ve not met him once, but already I hate him, envy him, for being able to touch you in ways I cannot, will not. In a way I am glad these are only memories, for you should not have to live with the knowledge of that which I took away from you, once again.

                                                                                    Eternally sorry,

                                                                                                Angel

 

            She was unsure how to process what she just read. She flipped back through the pictures and closed her eyes. The pictures were so vivid, and his letter? Had he been human? When? How? She flipped through the drawings for sometime that night until she found one of himself, entitled ‘Self-Portrait.’ In it, he had long hair, and a vacant sad look about him, it was not recent, probably from before he was changed. She looked through more and found pictures of him and Darla together. She cringed. She found some of Drusilla as well, so many, but never the love with which he drew her.

            “Oh Angel!” She pressed play on the radio and listened. She looked at the pictures of them together, and the one he had drawn of the other night and realized what this song really meant.

 

//Looking back on the memory of

The dance we shared ‘neath the stars above

For a moment all the world was right

How could I have known that you’d ever say goodbye

And now I’m glad I didn’t know

The way it all would end the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I’d of  had to miss the dance

Holding you I held everything

For a moment wasn’t I a king

But if I’d only known how the King would fall

Hey whose to say you know I might have chanced it all

And now I’m glad I didn’t know

The way it all would end the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I’d of had to miss the dance

Yes my life is better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I’d of had to miss the dance//

 

            She knew what she had to do. She sat with the pen and paper for an hour and went back to the warehouse. She put the letter where he had jumped. She caressed the ground, “Oh my Angel! I guess you finally have atoned and now we shall be together.”

            She placed the envelope down and raised the blade to her wrist and sliced up her arm and let it a few drops fall upon the letter along with her tears. She held the letter with one hand, while her other bled out her life.

 

 

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