SERIES : the
Trilogy
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel, Spike/Dru
[ALSO minor pairings: Spike/Faith, Raith/Riley, Willow/Oz]
OVERALL RATING : Parts 3,6,9 are
rated NC17. Part 28 is rated R. Otherwise, parts are rated PG14.
SPOILERS : I Will Remember You
& my fic the Challenge
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.
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PART 5 (PG – Dorothy’s Quest)
Miles
and miles away she sat in the dark. She had been for some time now, thinking.
What had she done? Why? She had had her chance but she had stayed. Dreamt,
thought. Why had she gone back? Why had she cared? She was trying to figure out
her life, what would become of it. She was being hunted, but they couldn’t find
her where she was.
She
still wanted him. The little time they had spent together, she had fallen in
love. She wanted him. He didn’t deserve who he had, she could make him happy.
She could change him, make him do her evil bidding, control him, then he could
make her one of them and they would be unstoppable. Was this what she wanted?
She had dreamt of revenge and how sweet if could be. What she had really wanted
all along was someone of her own. She was on her way now to get him.
PART 6 (NC17 – Pride & Punishment)
He was
chained, in handcuffs, to the wall. He was kneeling on the floor, naked and she
was burning his skin with the holy water she had once taken into her body. He
was screaming and begging for more. He had been a bad boy. She sat a few feet
away, throwing droplets of water at him every now and then. He was hungry for her,
she could tell. She would make him pay for turning on her and her Angel.
It was
getting old, he had had enough. He wanted her, craved her, was crazy for her to
just come a little closer so he could taste her. He was begging for her to let
him go, to undo the chains so he could have his fun. She was still mad, he knew
that now, he hadn’t before when she had come to him with the new game. She was
mad and he needed to pay the price before she could forgive him.
“Dru…
please… I’m sorry… but…”
“Shhh…
Spike, Miss Edith doesn’t want your excuses…” she said quietly, “Miss Edith is
sleepy, I’m going to put her down for a nap. Stay here.”
“Like I
have a choice, love.” He said as she stood and brushed past him, close enough
for him to smell her excitement. She was getting over the betrayal, slowly but
soon she’d be ready. She came back in.
“Miss
Edith thinks you were naughty and she’s not happy.” She went to the table and
picked up the wooden stake and walked over to him, was he wrong? Had this been
her plan all along? She walked to him and dropped the stake on the floor. She
came to him and bent down in front of him. Her lips just touching his, close
enough, he didn’t dare try anything.
“Spike…”
she said softly as she put her hands on his shoulders and slowly trailed them
down his bare chest. “Spike… Miss Edith is very mad at you… you hurt her, how
do you plan to atone for your crimes?”
“Dru…
Miss Edith isn’t mad, you are…” That had been the wrong thing to say, he knew
it as soon as he had said it and saw in her eyes, hurt. He didn’t want to hurt
her but he had been chained for two days now and he was hungry and tired. He
hadn’t been thinking. She stood up and slapped him, hard on the face and her
nails scratched him and stung. The blood began dripping down his cheek.
“Dru,
I’m sorry, I’m hungry… I’m tired… I’m sorry, I know I was wrong, but I don’t
like sharing you, especially with Angel. He was the one who hurt you, Dru, he
made you hurt, and I hate him for that.”
He had finally
been honest. That’s all she had wanted, for him to stop patronizing her with
pitiful apologies. He was scared, he was afraid… she could sense the fear in
her bones and it made her blood boil. He was looking up at her, wondering what
she’d do next. She picked up the stake and faced it’s tip at her.
“DRU?!
NO!!!!” He screamed and she smiled, that was torment enough for him. She could
forgive him, he had been punished.
She dropped the stake and walked over to him and knelt in
front of him and put her mouth to his cheek and licked off the blood. She
grazed her tongue on his ear and whispered, “let’s get it done love.” She met
his eyes with hers and she smiled.
He was forgiven. He was relieved. She reached above him,
his head in her chest and he kissed her as she unlocked the handcuffs. He threw
his arms around her and pushed her to the floor.
PART 7 (PG – the Something)
He had
seen dusk, the end of it anyway. He remembered the last complete sunset he had
seen, in LA with the ring of Amara on his hand, he had watched, never being
able to imagine seeing another. It was night yet again, his companion for two
centuries and now his nightmare. Memories of torture and pain he caused so
many, memories of time spent with Buffy, making her cry, how could she love him
after all the hurt?
He
walked streets he had once before seeking evil, now he was going home. He
opened the door to the apartment and it was empty, solitude washed over him. It
was as it had been dozens of times before, empty and lonely, full of books and
curtains to blind death. He sat in a chair in the darkness for what seemed like
minutes.
The door
opened. “What’s wrong?” Buffy asked as she came in carrying a couple bags.
“Nothing.”
“That’s
not a nothing face, that’s a something face. What kind of something face is it?
A good something, or a bad something cause I just poofed three vampires on my
way home and I was hoping for a good something. Although by your face and the
dark, I fear a bad something.”
“Just a
something. Never mind, it’s not important.”
“Angel,
if it’s important enough to give you a something face, it’s important to talk
about…” She dropped the bags and closed the door. She walked to him and sat
straddling the chair, with her arms around him. “Tell me, what’s the
something?”
She had
seen this face before now. She had seen it when he told her he was leaving
after the ascenscion and when he told her he had asked the Oracles to change
him bac… oh no, what if he had? “Angel? Please do not tell me the something is
that time is going to disappear because I can’t handle that again.”
“No,
that’s not it. It’s just…”
“Just
what?”
“Private.”
“Private
from me? We’re not supposed to have privates… that’s bad, of course we do, I
mean, I know I imagined some stuff up, but I know for sure that we… mmm, sorry,
private from me?”
“Buffy,
I can’t talk to you about this stuff, it’s…”
“Angel,
there is nothing you can’t tell me… I wanna know… tell me… secrets haven’t
worked for us in the past, have they? Now tell me.”
“Buffy,
the demon might be gone, but I can still remember everything, chasing, killing,
hurting people, I can still remember what it was like, how much I… no, what’s
in the bags?” He was holding a lot inside, he was hurting, a pain she couldn’t
understand.
“How
much you what?”
She
wasn’t going to drop it, she couldn’t, he knew that.
“How
much I enjoyed it. How it felt to be drinking your blood, how good it tasted,
the smell… it makes me sick to think about it now, but I can still remember it
and it…”
“I
know.” She couldn’t possibly! How dare she say that to him! How could she?
The
truth of the matter is that she didn’t know, she’d never know. She’d never
understand what it had been like for him living for a hundred years with all
that guilt. She could read on his face, what he was thinking.
“Angel,
I didn’t mean… I mean… I can understa… I mean, I guess I know nothing. It’s
just, what do you say to that something?”
“Nothing.
You just let it be… I told you that you didn’t want to know.”
“I do
though, Angel, I want to know, I want to try and understand. I mean, it must be
a huge thing to get used to, you know… food and sun, those are big things… oh
and happiness, another big thing on the list of big things to get used to… oh,
and the fact that you can now die… huh? The fact that you will… another big
thing on the lis…”
“I love
you.”
“I do
know that.”
“No, I
really love you.”
“I
know.”
“What’s
in the bags?”
“Wouldn’t
you like to know…” She jumped up and grabbed them. “They are coming with me,
while I go change.”
“Change?”
“Well, I
thought I’d try something new tonight, I ran into Doyle and Cordelia, he’s
really nice by the way, didn’t get to really talk to him, but he seems really
nice, anyway, I told them that I was going patrolling and he said they would do
it.”
“Doyle?
Patrol?”
“Uhoh…
not mixy things?”
“Not
mixy things.”
“Why?”
“He’s
not combat ready.” He cracked a smile, he was so gorgeous.
“Well,
he said he would… and besides, I think we’re good on that evil front thing… I
mean how many vampires can there be for one night?”
“Well,
we know there are least two, undead British ones…”
“Let’s
not drag them into this. I’m going to change.”
“What’s
the new thing tonight?”
“Vegging.”
“Vegging?”
“Yes, vegging
out in front of the television with a big bowl of popcorn and ice cream and
soda and just laying still like vegetables, in your pajamas.”
“But we
don’t have a television.”
“Oh…
well, we can still vegg, we’ll just do it on the floor, we’ll have a little
picnic. Now go change, and keep yours paws out of those bags.”
“I
thought they were going with you.”
“Oh… my
mind isn’t exactly working right… it’s kind of on hold…”
“Hold?”
“Hold onto you, hold onto me…”
she smirked, “I think I can trust you with them.” She only had one set of
pajamas there, the bunny ones. She would have to remember to bring some more
clothes over. Chances are Willow and Oz would be moving to his old place, and
she was hoping that Angel would want her to live with him, since the whole
loosing the soul thing wasn’t an issue anymore. She put her hair up in pigtails
as best she could without mirrors and went to the kitchen.
“HEY!
Get away from those bags or I’ll…”
“You’ll
what?”
“I’ll…
I’ll… I’ll… I’m not going to tell you, but it’s bad. That would have sounded
more authoritative if I wasn’t in my bunny pajamas and matching slippers, huh?”
“Definitely.”
He was in a pair of silk boxer shorts with a tank top on and he was all hers.
“Buffy, we really should figure out what to do about Spike and Dru.”
“She’s
not Dru to you pal, she’s Drusilla, okay? Read my lips, Dru-SILLA.” She turned
to him and articulated it very exaggeratingly.
“O-K, I
get it… the jealousy thing…”
“As if!”
“You
know Buffy, she pales in comparison… I guess she really does.” He chuckled.
“You’re
very bad at vamp humor.”
“Ex-vamp
humor. Seriously though…”
“Simmer
down, Mr. Dark and Brooding…”
“And
speaking of which, Mrs. William The Bloody?” He was standing behind her and he
slid his arms around her waist as she began unpacking the bags, he began
nibbling her ear.
“Angel?”
“Yes?”
“NO
FORCE ON THIS EARTH.”
PART 8 (PG – Missing You)
Somewhere,
not far from their bliss, was Iowa boy, decked out as G.I. Joe. He was tracking
a vicious demon that had a specific taste for heart. He was picking up it’s
trail, that was leading him down an ally. He had been alone since the night the
Bronze was under siege. Adam had been killed, he was dismantled and burned. It
was good, the killing machine had been stopped. But what was it he had known?
What had Adam known? What was Maggie’s plan? Why had he been so important to
her? The questions plagued him.
He
missed her, Buffy. He wondered who that guy had been, he seemed old for her,
not good enough. He wanted her back, he wanted her. He would find her and make
her see the error of her ways, perhaps in class.