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buffyfic-digest Monday, April 13 1998 Volume 02 : Number 124
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: Slayer Be Slain ~ Second Mailing
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Date: Mon, 13 Apr 98 03:09:49 PDT
From: "Angel's Lover" <lfox@continuum.org>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Slayer Be Slain ~ Second Mailing
Okay.. the following is a repost of Slayer be Slain.. reworked and rewrit=
ten from the time of it's original posts. As a warning, there is a direc=
t line taken from "Angel" in the third part, I realize this, and I meant =
this as a refference to Darla to explain Buffy's state of mind at the tim=
e. The characters of Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordy, Spi=
ke, Dru, and Ms. C (obviously this was written before Passion was aired) =
are not mine, they are the creations of the God of all Buffdom, Joss Whed=
on, Mutant Enemy Productions and Warner Bros. Spoilers are from anything=
before up to and including Innocence, tho the only direct spoilers are =
from Surprise and Innocence. I am not making any money from this, and no =
copyright infringement was intended. Please direct all comments to Lea =
at either lfox@continuum.org or angelslover@geocities.com . Thanks for =
reading!!!!
_______________________________________
Slayer Be Slain ~ Second Mailing
******************
Undeath was different from what her life had been. Buffy rejoiced
in the freedom vampirism brought to her. Her days were spent relaxing
in the arms of Angel, her nights were spent drinking freely from those
unfortunate enough to cross her path.
Together she and Angel lay under the warm blankets of their
antique bed. Deep red draperies surrounded them, adding a tinge of
mystique to their room in addition to the more contemporary articles,
such as the changing screen that Angel had brought with him from his old
loft. On Drusilla's order they were given their own wing of the massive
warehouse that the vampires occupied. Spike was only too pleased to
comply with this request. With Angel completely involved with Buffy, he
would no longer pose a threat to Spike's relationship with Drusilla.
It was nearing time for them to rise; the sun was slowly sinking
in the sky, yet still they lay in comfort.
Angel raised a goblet of thick, red blood to Buffy's lips.
"Drink, my love," he murmured softly.
Slowly her tongue inched out of her mouth, dipping delicately into
the still warm liquid. For a moment she savoured the flavour before
smiling. "Fresh," she whispered, "Young."
He nodded, "A child, bled especially for us."
She took a long, leisurely sip of the precious blood, allowing the
liquid to fill her mouth and coat her throat as she swallowed gently.
She swallowed once again before handing Angel back the goblet. Her eyes
urged him, too, to drink his fill. A small trickle of the blood
dribbled slowly down Buffy's chin, and Angel smiled.
His hand slid carefully into her hair as he drew her towards him.
His tongue edged out to softly lick from her skin the blood she had
spilt. His mouth moved slowly to her neck, his tongue moving in lazy
circles over her tender flesh. Gently he nibbled on her throat, sending
slightly painful but not unwelcome sensations throughout her body.
At long last he straightened once more, leaning back upon the
pillows, bringing the goblet to his own lips. He drank deeply of the
blood within, smiling softly as Buffy turned to watch.
"Would you like more?" he queried, willing to share only with her.
She shook her head, "I can wait for tonight's hunt. You drink,
love," she smiled wickedly, "A child's blood strengthens you greatly."
His laugh was honest, for though what she was saying was true, her
hidden meaning came as a welcome promise for later that night. For now,
he swallowed the last of his drink and licked his lips.
"Where do you want to hunt tonight, Buffy? Any place.. special?"
His eyes glinted in humour; he knew that her heart was just as black as
his own. Her pleasure in the hunt had at first taken him by surprise,
but now it only strengthened the bond that they shared.
She nodded as she climbed astride him, her hands resting on his
powerful shoulders. Slowly she raised one hand to trace the contours of
his face; the cold silver metal of the claddagh ring he had given her
sending shivers down his spine. Excitement shone behind her eyes as she
at last spoke, "I want to visit her, Angel. Please, can I?"
He smiled softly, "To feed?"
She shook her head. "To play!"
He nodded his assent, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing
him with inhuman strength and demonic passion. Tonight would be more
fun than he had had in a hundred years. Tonight Buffy would truly come
into her element of evil, and then no force beyond death would ever be
able to pry them apart.
He gathered her into his arms and lifted her out of the bed,
gently placing her on her feet after bestowing a final loving kiss upon
her forehead.
"Then it's settled. Once we dress, we'll go above and pay Willow
a short visit before our hunt."
Buffy giggled in anticipation, her joy shining through her eyes in
a way which he had never seen.
**********************
They stood outside Willow's bedroom, waiting for the girl to
return to her computer. Angel slipped behind the tree line, allowing
Buffy her fun. With a delicious grin she tapped lightly upon the glass
pane separating her from her old friend.
"Will!" she called, quietly, "Hey, Willow! Let me in!"
The red headed teenager turned quickly, and her jaw dropped at the
sight of her best friend outside. "Buffy!" She hurried over and opened
the door. "Where have you been? Giles went into maxi wig when you
disappeared, and your mother...." she shook her head, "Where were you?"
Buffy remained outside, unable to cross the threshold. She
shrugged, "I needed to book for a while. After the whole thing with
Ange.. well, I just couldn't hang in this wiggy hellmouth any more."
Willow nodded, "That's what I told Giles, but he's been so freaked
since you bolted. He thought Angel got you or something. You really
should have called."
Buffy smiled, "Angel and I have.... worked things out."
"What?? How?"
"Let's just say I can see his side."
Willow frowned, "Buffy, why aren't you coming in?"
"Invite me, Will."
She blinked, "Why?"
"Just invite me in."
Willow smiled nervously, "Maybe you should go see your mom."
Buffy's tongue slowly ran across her teeth. "Oh, believe me, I
will.. but first invite me in for a sec, Will. We haven't seen each
other in a while, you gotta... dish me in on what's been going down."
When the other girl didn't answer, Buffy frowned. "Come on! Invite me
inside!"
"Oh." Willow quickly stepped backwards, a sharp stab of fear
rushing through her. "Oh, no."
"Oh, yes."
Willow stumbled back towards her telephone, barely taking her eyes
off her "friend" as she dialed Giles's number. Buffy turned and called
over her shoulder, "She doesn't want to play."
Angel appeared behind her. "Patience, love. Would you like me to
bring her out for you?" Slowly he stepped across the threshold and back
outside again. "Once invited...."
She shook her head, "No, I can have my fun from out here." She
stood in the open doorway, "Willow... you can't stay inside forever."
Swiftly she shifted from human into her vampirical form. She pouted
sarcastically, "Don't you want to be my friend?"
The teenager was rapidly talking on the phone, barely making sense
as she tried to explain to Giles what was happening. Her eyes fixated
on Angel as he continued to enter and exit her room at will. "I can't
close it, Angel's there!" There was a pause, "But I already did, months
ago! He still can!" Another pause. "Okay, I will... NO! They're
strong! You won't get from the car to the house! I'll be okay."
Finally, she hung up the phone and turned to dig through her belongings.
She came up with two crosses and a Star of David, the crosses
courtesy of hanging with Buffy for so long. Turning back to her door,
Willow picked a vase up off her dresser. As she neared the door, she
threw the vase, shattering it against Angel's skull. The vampire
flinched, and Willow held out a cross to ward off her enemies. She
slammed shut the glass door and taped the religious artifacts to the
pane, the door handle, and the floor in front of the opening, pulling
the shades closed.
Willow lay down upon her bed, clutching a large stuffed bear close
as she listened to her "friends" prowl around outside, calling her name,
and tapping on the window.
Hours passed when finally blessed silence filled her room. At
long last Willow turned on her damp pillow and fell asleep.
************************
Angel's Lover (fondly known as Lea)
"Love makes you do the wacky!"
"When you kiss me I want to die."
"I'm SO the net girl!"
Defender of David Boreanaz... you know, the man with the fangs!
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