Hell's Angel


By Lady Sirona sirona@rcip.com

Rated NC17 M/F sex andangst [Buffy/Angel/]

Spoiler: takes place after Becoming2 and anything

up to it First ans second seasons.

Note: The season finale of Buffy the

Vampire Slayer Becoming Part 1 and 2 was too painful to face. I

cannot/couldnot face the thought of Angel in hell forever. This is from

Angel's point of view and is painful in places... TISSUE WARNING! This

is my own little piece of sanity-making fiction... I had to fix it for

them. Enjoy!

Revised June 22, 1998

 

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I wake with a scream and groggily I look around. I am on green grass in

a field. The sun warms my face. *SUN WARMS!!!!!!!* I look down, I'm not

burning as I should be in the sun. I look around confused.

 

The field is beautiful, like the spring fields of the home I left in

Ireland so long ago. I look around for some indication of where I am. I

am alone.

 

I wander around trying to remember what happened. What brought me here.

How did I get here, and how can I be out in the sun without dying? The

rays of the sun are poison to the undead. I look up into the sun

confused.

 

I sit under a lush tree and I close my eyes and try to remember back.

My minds skirts the painful memories.... This is not going to be easy.

 

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Buffy and I barely escaped Spikes lair alive. We were injured and

hurting from our interaction with the Judge. We escape through the

sewers and into the night's rain. We showed up at my apartment looking

like drowned rats.

 

Even beaten and half drowned, she is gorgeous. She stood in my

apartment shivering. I never regretted the fact I was cold to the touch

more than I did right then... I couldn't warm her with my body heat. I

didn't have any. I did the next best thing, I got her warm dry clothes

and told her to climb into the bed just to warm up. She took the clothes

and looked at me with her large eyes. It broke my heart. I wanted to

hold her so tightly then, but she needed to warm up.

 

I realized she was waiting for me to turn around. I don't know why I

expected her to strip in front of me. Wishful thinking I am sure. I

turned my back to her giving her the privacy she needed. It was the

hardest thing I had done in a long time. The woman I loved more than

life itself was sitting on my bed stripping. I had a hard time

swallowing. I pushed down the urge to peek, several times.

 

I heard her cry out in pain when she started to remove her clothes. A

scrape she said. I asked to see the injury and she graced me with the

permission to see and touch her back. There she sat on my bed with her

shirt clutched to her breasts as I stroked her back. It was the most

erotic touching we had ever had before. I sat down on the bed behind

her and gently looked at the scrape crossing her left shoulder. It was

nearly closed already. Her Slayers healing was nearly as good as my

vampiric one.

 

Then she leaned back into me, and I couldn't focus on her scrape

anymore. All I could focus on was her soft velvety skin, and her

pressure of her body as it leaned into mine. Her skin was so warm and

soft. I loved her smell, which is that of a normal healthy woman.

 

We spoke of our mutual fears that we each nearly lost the other tonight.

The possibility of that loss paralyzed me. Without Buffy my world

would be meaningless and eternity without her would be hell. I kissed

her and she met my kiss strongly.

 

It was different this time. Our mutual fear of losing the other put a

passion and an urgency to the kiss that had never been there before. I

told her for the first time I loved her although it had be a fact in my

life for months. I couldn't ever tell her before this, afraid I would

repulse her. I told her I loved her... I tried not to but I couldn't

help myself. God knows how I fought my love for her, until I was swept

away in it far beyond my strength to resist.

 

She mirrored my emotion! She loved me too! My heart soared as we

blended in a kiss that was never ending. Our kisses became more

involved. I started to pull away as I always do when we get too serious.

She is a young innocent virgin. I am an undead vampire monster old

enough to be her grandfather several time over. I never want to hurt

her, or expose her to vamipric sex which can be quite painful, and

includes blood. I can't do that to Buffy, so when we get close... I run.

 

Buffy didn't allow me to this time. She silenced my protestations

proceeded to "seduce me." It wasn't hard, I have wanted her from the

time she kicked me head over heels in that dark alley. I just never

thought it would ever happen. I thought she would eventually tire of my

half life and seek a normal human lover. I was wrong.

 

She was everything I ever dreamed about in my solitary days of sleeping,

and more. She craved my touch as much as I craved to touch her. She

kissed me and she bared herself to me. I looked down as she laid on my

bed nude, with her hair accross my pillow with a smile on her face that

I knew was just for me.

 

I trailed kisses up her neck to her mouth and she surrenderd her mouth

to mine's invasion. She tasted so sweet and so alive. I couldn't belive

she was gifting me with her love. It was more than I ever expected,

and God knows more than I ever deserved.

 

I kissed her breasts, and then her stomach. I trailed kisses down to her

core, reveling in her little squeaks and moans. I tasted her juices as I

sucked on her clit, and as I licked her velvety folds as she pushed my

face into her as she came. She wrapped her legs around my head and

abandoned herself to my administrations.

 

I gave pity to her when she was having a hard time breathing, and I went

back to kissing her deeply. I slowly inserted myself into her, a little

bit at a time watching her face closely. She was a little bit afraid

which is normal for a virgin. She was afraid yet she was aroused and

wanted me! I felt her blockage, and she rocked against me with a command

to move that my body couldn't resist. I smelled her blood as I tore

though her virginity. She cried out and grabbed me as I started to rock

her with a rythym as old as time.

 

I hadn't lost my stamina in my decades of celibacy. I made sure she had

several orgasms before I allowed myself to even come near my own orgasm.

Then she did the most amazing thing...

 

When I neared my own climax she bared her neck and brought my mouth to

her throat. I had no idea where she learned the realities of vampiric

sex, or if it was just instinct, but she showed me the ultimate trust.

The Slayer bared her throat to her vampire lover.

 

Even the love she showed me and the gift of her body didn't mean as much

to me as that single act. I sank my fangs into her neck gently and took

small sips of her blood. Her love and passion sank into my very core

with the minute amounts of blood I allowed myelf to take. I felt and

tasted her trust and love flow into me with her blood. Complete

happiness and contentment infused me me as she joined me in orgasm

 

She curled up against me and fell asleep on my chest. I held her feeling

happier than I had ever felt in my life, living or undead. I drifted off

to sleep in complete contentment.

 

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I woke up on my knees facing her as The Slayer readying to strike me a

killing blow.....I was in a strange place that I had never seen before

looking deeply into the Slayer's eyes. Seeing a look on her face I had

never hoped to see.

 

This was not my sweet gentle lover, this was not the woman who gifted me

her virginity and granted me her trust to complete our lovemaking as a

vampire does... This was The Slayer... the mythical Slayer of the

undead. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the vampire she was going to slay

was me!

 

She had a sword and appeared ready to complete the killing blow. I

didn't know why. What happened? What have I done to earn such hate from

her? I asked her hesitantly what was going on.

 

She seemed surprised to hear anything from me. Then she asked in a small

voice if it was me. I told her I didn't remember, I couldn't seem to

get it together...she came closer and I smelled her blood. She was

hurt, I couldn't help myself, I embraced her... she was hurt and

injured. I told her how I felt I haven't seen her in months..

 

She looked so sad, so tired. Time had been cruel to her and it was

etched in her face. She hadn't obviously been sleeping... she had dark

circles under her eyes. I asked her what was happening, but she kissed

me and hugged me as if it was the last thing on earth she ever expected.

I told her I loved her, and she told me she loved me too. Her touch and

her hug calmed my fears.

 

My biggest fear has always been losing control of the demon... but that

must not have happened...or she wouldn't have held me with such love.

Then she pulled away and told me to close my eyes. I love her and I

trust her and so I did so without hesitation.

 

I opened them in agony as she rammed the sword through me. I stood in

shock staring at her in disbelief. The love in her eyes and tears

showed me she loved me...why a sword? It wouldn't kill me, just hurt

like hell...So why did she do it?

 

I called her name through my pain and reached emploring her to help me.

I saw her disappear into a vortex of some sort, and I was somewhere

new... somewhere I knew I would never see her again for eternity... The

demon knew where we were and rejoiced at our new location......

 

I was in Hell!

 

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I dropped into a burning wasteland. The demon inside of me rejoiced at

returning home to this hellish place. It did not resemble the hell I

had been taught about as a young Irish Catholic boy.. But memory of

Dant's Inferno filled in the parts.

 

I couldn't get past the shock. Buffy sent me to Hell. Literally.

 

I looked around and saw smoldering sparks fell from the sky and fell

onto the burning sand. Sitting in one place got me burnt from both

ends. I walked along and batted off the ashes as they fell on me.

 

I knew the secrete was in memories. What had happened during the time

between our love making and my death - again? I walked and thought

endlessly until I reached an icy plain. I was used to cold, I walked in

and sat down to think.

 

My memories finally returned. Damn them and me apparently. The Gypsy

curse giving me my soul somehow had been broken. Somehow making love to

Buffy lifted the curse. The demon had returned as did all of my memories

now. I cried frozen tears as I remembered the horror I visited upon my

love and our friends. The pain, the insults all replayed in my mind.

 

I remembered making that girl a vampire just because I knew it would

hurt Buffy. Trying to kill Willow, Xander and Cordelia. Killing Jenny

Calendar just because she tried to help me.

 

I remember releasing Agothra, in order to suck the world into hell, and

trying to kill Buffy with a sword. I had taken and destroyed her life,

took everything from her, tortured and nearly killed her watcher. I had

opened the portal to end the world. Buffy closed the portal with my

life blood.

 

To save the world, the woman I loved and who, despite all I had done to

her, loved me right until the end ...sent me to Hell!

 

I am Damned to Hell for Eternity...Someone help me PLEASE!

 

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So here I am back in the green fieild, far from the burning sands and

frozen planes of hell. I could stand hell if it was here..

 

"Hello Angel" I turned to look into the eyes of the woman I killed.

Jenny Calendar. My jaws dropped. How could she be here? I killed her

and left her in Giles bed like some sick gag gift. But there she was

standing before me smiling. Why was she smiling?

 

"Jenny...How..." I stammered. I don't think I could stand it if I had to

face everyone I had ever killed....The list would be too long!

 

"You asked for help. I intervened for you" She smiled again... "Come

Angel, walk with me... we have much to discuss." I had no option... so

I followed her.

 

We walked aways before I realized she wasn't going to speak until I

started the conversation. I am not good at talking. Decades alone will

do that to you. "Where am I?" I ask her, praying it wasn't Hell.

 

" You're in the Summerland" Jenny answered. That told me nothing. No

where in my early religious education in the 18th century Ireland was

that ever given as a afterlife destination. I must have looked confused

because she continued.

 

"The Summerland is the afterlife of the Pagans. Happy hunting ground,

Heaven. Each person finds what they expect when they die. Your're in

the Summerland" She smiled at me. I walked on confused. I expected

Hell. Where else does a demon go? I knew with the blood on my hands I

was beyond heaven. How could I be in the summerland? I had never heard

of it!

 

"I intervened on your behalf when you asked for help while in Hell" She

turned to me "I owe you a great debt and an apology" I looked at her

more confused... She owed me? I killed her, what could she owe me?

 

"I am a gypsy, of the tribe that originaly cursed you Angel. I was your

Watcher to assure you remained suffering. I failed my job. I did not

tell Rupert, you or Buffy of it. Had I, you may not have lost your

soul. In not preventing you from losing your soul I interfered with the

Goddess's plan for you and Buffy. I have endangered Buffy and possibly

the world." Tears gleamed in her eye. I was scared about the threat to

Buffy, but I could not do anything about... I was dead.

 

"So now what?" I asked her. "I'm dead and will ever see Buffy again."

Tears well up in my eyes. This hurts more than anything has ever hurt.

I loved her more than my own soul. I felt as if I was torn to shreds.

 

"Now I take you to meet the Goddess who has an offer for you. And maybe

you will forgive me so I can forgive myself and move on" She smiled at

me. I followed her. I had no where else to go.

 

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She took my hand, and told me to close my eyes. I hesitated. The last

person who told me to do that sent me to Hell. But already dead I really

had nothing to loose. I finally did so. I opened them to find myself

at the side of a lake. An Older woman was sitting in the grass looking

at the Sunset. I had forgotten how beautiful a sunset was. I wanted to

share it with Buffy, and the pain returned.

 

"You did well Janna" The woman spoke with a soft and melodous voice. "

You may go" She smiled at Jenny who turned to me with tears in her eyes.

 

"Tell Rupert I loved him. I am sorry we never got to experience it.

What was under the acts that Eyghon did was my real emotions. Tell him

that. He'll know it was me!" She turned and before I could say anything

she was gone. It was disconcerting, and now I realized how Buffy and

the others felt when I did it to them. I turned toward the woman.

 

She wasn't a raving beauty, but there was a beauty in her beyond

imagining. She was what I thought Buffy would be like when she was

older. I had so wanted to see her at the prime of her life.

 

She laughed. " I see you love her so much even *I* am compared to her!"

No anger showed in her face, but love ammusment and understanding. "I am

Cerridwen" I stared. Cerridwen was the Mother Goddess from the British

isles. I did what I felt was apporpriate for a Goddess. I dropped to my

knees before her.

 

" No my fallen Angel. I do not want people on their knees. It is not

my way." She patted the grass beside her. "Sit with me. I need to talk

to you" I sat in wonder. What did she mean by a Fallen Angel?

 

" You and Buffy are soul mates. You were seperated when you were taken

into the eternal darkness. She has looked for you across the globe, and

across time, not realizing you were out of the reincarnation cycle."

She looked out to the lake as I watched her talk. " I had plans for you.

You were to be her protector. She is the best Slayer I have ever had."

I looked at her in surprise. "Yes, the Slayers belong to me. I did not

count on the Gypsies adding to the curse to return your soul. That

shouldn't have happened." Damn right it shouldn't have happened!

 

"All acts of pleasure are my worship" she seemed to be quoting

something. "To have such be your downfall was cruel and not planned.

Now, the question is, what will we do about it?" I looked at her in

wonder. Do about it? Going to hell and then here was sort of final

wasn't it?

 

"No. It is not. You body went into hell through a magickal vortex, and

therfore can be returned to the physical plane through a similar

magickal vortex. . The question is...do you want to?" I looked at her

shocked. She had answered my thoughts. "Yes. I know your thoughts." She

answered them again. I quickly tried to remember if I did anything

offensive. I can be a real asshole in my head...and out of it also.

 

She laughed. "No you did nothing to offend me. But time grows short. I

will loose my Slayer soon, if we do not rectify this situation."

 

Lose her Slayer! Buffy NO! I jumped up in alarm. Nothing can happen to

Buffy! But reality sank in... I wasn't there to protect her... I

couldn't save her... she was going to die because I wasn't there! I felt

a pain that hurt more than when she rammed the sword into my chest and

sent me to hell. A crushing weight settled on my chest and choked me.

 

"Are you willing to reenter the physical plane in your original body,

and resume a life as a vampire to protector her?" I nodded hopefully. I

would give my life to protect her.. "Would you step aside for her to

love another, if that was her need and still stay protect her?" She

asked softly.

 

That hurt. I wanted to be the man in Buffy's life, but I knew

eventually she would want a normal man, one who could give her a normal

life, walk in the sun and give her children. I knew it would hurt like

hell, but if she needed me to I would step aside, I would do so

willingly just to be able to watch her and protect her. I looked up and

looked in Cerridwen's eyes. She smiled.

 

" You are mine now Angel. You answer to me. I will make arrangements to

have you called back to the physical plane. I warn you it iwll not be

easy, you will arrive hurting, and in pain." I accept it. I would

suffer pain willingly to return to Buffy! "You will need to find Buffy

fast. What your demon tried so hard to do, has finally occurred. She

has lost everyone and everything. Her heart and her soul are broken.

She has left her home, her mother, her friends and her Watcher. When she

sent you to hell it was the last act to destroy her." She took a deep

breath and she looked at me with deep pain in her eyes. "She is suicidal

and if she lives long enough she intends to take her life on the

anniversary of the night you lost your soul... her eighteenth birthday"

 

I was terrified! No! I can't be so close only to have her die or kill

herself! Please no! I was frantic. "When do I go back?" I wanted to be

soon. I didn't want to wait!

 

"Now!" Was all I heard and I disolved into pain and fire. I felt the

sword in me again and the burning of hell. I felt the demon within me

rage as we were once again bonded in mind and body. I felt the

bloodlust grip me as my vampire body demanded sustenance, and the demon

demanded a life...and I fell forward onto the ground racked with pain

 

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I looked up in the dark of a forest and into the eyes of some teenagers.

I pulled myself to my knees and I looked around. I was in a circle, in

some woods. Obviously by the trappings, some teenagers were playing

with demonic evocating and got me. Bless their souls!

 

"Demon, we call you forth to do our bidding!" The apparent leader

chanted at me. I stood up and looked down at the sword in my chest. He

seemed confused at my appearance. I guess I didn't fit his expectation

of a demon. Little he knew.

 

"I demand you tell me your name!" He yelled at me. I looked at him

again. He realized had no power over me...I had no intention of giving

this fool my name. I reached up and pulled the sword out of my chest.

I looked around at him and his 'followers'.

 

"Run little man. You are a fool. Go home to your beds and forget you

ever called me forth!" I snarled at him sliding into my vampric image.

He seemed afraid which grew to outright terror when I easily stepped out

of his supposed circle of containment with my bloodied sword in my hand.

 

They screamed and started running. I grabbed one... "What is this place?

Where on Earth am I?" The boy emptied his bladder in fear and stuttered

the name I longed to hear..."Sunnydale California". I let him run.

 

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I walked toward town, stopping at a farm to fill myself on blood from

some cattle. My thirst raged in me. The demon was doing a serious battle

for control, having so recently been in the drivers seat of my body. I

fought and kept control. I squelched the urges to kill, and focused on

my need to see Buffy. I stopped at my apartment and grabbed my small

cross I used to control the urges when I fist regained my soul. The

pain kept me concious of the battle I would be fighting.

 

I couldn't ait and left to go to Buffy's house. Soon I was at her house.

I jumped up to the roof. Somehow I needed to explain what happened.

I looked through her window. Fear gripped me. Her room was a mess, and

she obviously had moved out. Her clothes were mostly gone. Bits and

pieces were scattered around the room where it seemed she had hurriedly

packed. I wanted to go in but was unable. I left.

 

There was one place I knew I could find out the information I needed. I

found myself on Willows porch. The last time I had been there I had

killed her fish, and left torturous notes. How would she accept my

appearance now? I knocked lightly on her door.

 

"Wait a minute Oz" she said softly as she padded across to the door. Oz?

Shy little Willow is used to having some male come knocking on her door

in the middle of the night? I smiled. I always knew there was more to

Willow than there originally appeared to be."OH" she said and stepped

back in outright fear as she saw it wasn't her Oz but was me.

 

"Willow, it's me, Angel" She looked at me and then her face lite up as

she smiled. I wondered why she accepted it was me so readily. "I need

to find Buffy, it's important. Do you know where she is?" She shook her

head 'no'. I noticed she made no attempt to invite me in however

...smart move.

 

" No I don't. No one has seen her since that day." I looked at her

confused. "You know, the day she went to close down Agorthra, or

whatever the hell his name was." She made a deep sigh. "We don't know

if she is alive or dead. We are assuming alive, since another Slayer

hasn't activated. How are you? "

 

"I don't remember alot. I got my soul back right before she stabbed me

and sent me to Hell" Willows eyes got big. " I just got back" I winced

internally at my phrasing. I sounded like getting back from Hell was

like taking a vacation to San Fransico for the weekend.....

 

"Then my working of Jenny's spell worked on you? You got your soul

back?" She was happy and proud and then a deep frown crossed her face.

"Angelus had already opened the portal?" I nodded sadly. "Then the only

way she could have closed the portal would have been to kill you!" Again

I nodded. "Oh no wonder she never came home! You got your soul back, and

she had to kill you!" Tears welled up in Willows eyes and streaked down

her face. I just nodded.

 

"We need to talk to Giles." She said reaching for the phone... I winced.

The last time Giles had seen me, I had just tortured the way to end the

world out of him... She turned to me, "meet us at the library" she

closed the door. I had no choice, I went to the library.

 

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I sat in the library nervously as I waited for them to appear. They all

had good reason to hate me. Giles most of all. They walked in as a

group. I remained sitting. I didn't want to appear threatening to them.

I had scared them far to much.

 

"Well if it isn't dead boy!" Xander snarled at me. There was a coldness

to Xander I had not seen before. He hated me more now than he ever had.

 

"What do you want?" Giles asked me coldly. Hate and fear glinting from

his eyes. His tone of voce was hard. The floundering Watcher was gone.

Here stood a dangerous man.

 

"I need to find Buffy" I said simply. I then told them what happened to

me, and what I was told about Buffy. They listened to all I said, and

never said a word. That would have been impossible for the Xander I

used to know.

 

"She's gone." Giles said slowly. "She never returned from that battle.

Her Mom said they had a fight over her being the Slayer. Her mom knows

now she is the Slayer. She apparently moved out that morning after the

battle, so we know she survived...physically. None of us have seen her

or have heard from her, nor do we know where she is. It's been six

months."

 

Six months? My God! she has been wandering alone, and hurting for six

months? "I've got to find her!" I told them. "She's going to die if I

don't!"

 

"Like hell, she'll probably die if you do! How do we know if the spell

worked. You murderous son of a bitch!" Xander snarled at me. I looked

him in the eye and ripped open my shirt and bared my chest.

 

"Then stake me. If I fail her and she dies, I want it anyway.!" He

stood staring at my chest in confusion... then I remembered. I was

wearing my small golden crucifix. I wore a small crucifix in the early

days after the curse when I battled the demon and the bloodlust. The

constant pain of the cross around my neck help keep the demon at bay. I

wore it again now because of how hard the demon was fighting since my

return to the physical plane. I guess a vampire wearing a cross was a

little bit too weird for Xander and the rest. But it finalized was me

and not Angelus in away I could never have done otherwize.

 

"Let's see if we can find her!" Willow blurted. The Friends of Buffy

started to work on finding her location. I had to find her! I didn't go

through hell, literally, just to go to her funeral!

 

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They searched for her each in their way. Giles in his books looking for

prophecy, Willow on the world wide web. As I watched he working I

realized I need to get more into computers, their handy..

 

"I think I got her!" Willow erupted from her chair waving at us to get

our attention. We all went over to her and tried to look at the screen

at the same time. Xander flinched when I came up next to him.... Damn,

it's going to take a long time for everyone to get comfortable around

me, if ever.

 

"A small town in northern Nevada reports having vampire problems. A

young blonde girl is fighting them but they need help." Willow looked up

with her deep expressive eyes. Do you think it is Buffy?"

 

"We need to check" Giles said as she handed him the print out with the

information for contact. I glanced at it quickly, a church? Giles

mumbled to himself as he walked into his office to make the call.

 

As we waited for the results of Giles phone conversation, the last

person I ever expected or wanted to see walked in... Buffy's mother.

What was weirder, no one else seemed surprised. No one changed what they

were doing in anyway.

 

She walked up to Willow. "Any word on her? Giles called me and told me

to come over. Something was going on" She was nervous, and I wondered

how much she knew and what she was thinking.

 

"We have a lead. She may be in Nevada" Willow continued with her web

searching. "Giles is checking now" Joyce sighed and looked around and

saw me. I expected her to run but she came right up to me.

 

" Your the One" she said to me simply. "Excuse Me?" I replied. I had

no idea where she was coming from, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

I remember Angelus stalking her, telling her Buffy and I had made love,

and then was stalking her. God that must have made life difficult for

Buffy and her mother must think I am a psycho!

 

"Your the one who broke my daughters heart and then stalked her." She

hissed at me, the mother protecting the offspring. "She said she was

going to kill you when she left that night"

 

""I never meant to hurt anyone" I stammered. I sounded lame in my own

ears. I looked around as Giles came up and put his arm around her...

Giles and Joyce?

 

"Joyce" Giles got her attention from me. "I told you what happened the

night of her birthday. Angel lost his soul. What happened afterwards

was the demon... NOT Angel. Angel didn't hurt Buffy on purpose, there

was nothing he could do. Angel loves Buffy and she loves him." He pulled

her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

 

Joyce pulled away and yelled at me " So why the hell are you showing up

now? Why didn't you show up then?" Anger and pain warred in her eyes.

I didn't want to hurt her further by letting her think I abandoned Buffy

by choice in anyway.

 

"Buffy sent me into Hell that day. Literaly. To close the portal to

Hell, which if left open would have destroyed the world, she had to

send me to Hell. I just now got back" Joyce just stared at me and then

looked to Giles who nodded. She walked away and sat down. I watched

after her. I wasn't on the best of terms with the mother of the woman I

loved... but it could be worse.

 

"I talked with the Priest of the Catholic church, A Father Makahey. Yes

I believe Buffy is there. He described her well, right down to the

leather jacket, cross and claddah ring. They are in dire striates

though. She has been fighting, but she but is exausted, demorolized and

weak. We need to get there soon" Giles looked at the group. What an

interesting crew we made.

 

"How are we going to get to Northern Nevada? Oz's van won't make that

kind of a trip and your car isn't big enough..." Xander thought out loud

for all of us. I added in my mind I can't travel in an unshielded car

in daylight. I realized it was time to call in favors of old friends

and go car shopping.

 

"Joyce, we need to get a vehicle for the trip. Will you take me?" She

looked at me in surprise. I thought keeping her involved would be smart.

She nodded and followed me out to her car. "Giles, be ready to leave

when we return" I call to him as I left. I saw him nod.

 

I climbed into the car she opened the door for me. I wondered if she

really understood that was a vampire or had thought I had just been

cursed. Is she really that oblivious? We didn't talk beyond my

instructions to go to a particular car lot.

 

We arrived at the car lot. I had saved the owner's life and family

about 15 years ago. I was now calling in the favor. He met me with a

big smile. "Angel, how nice to see you what can I do for you?" I was

unused to people being happy to see me. Especially recently. Joyce

wandered off. I told him what we needed as we walked.

 

He showed me a limo with darkened windows in the back. Large enough for

the whole crowd and big enough to be a mobile lair in the daytime. The

large trunk would hold the luggage and the weapons. "Write it up. The

owner will be the woman with me. Speed is of the essence" I told him as

I handed him my credit card.

 

Joyce accepted my decision to register the car in her name and gave the

owner the information and then drove her car home after the inital paper

work was finished. I drove the limo when it was ready. She was packed

and ready to go when I drove up in the limo. She stared at it. I guess

she didn't realize what kind of car I bought her...."You gave me this?"

she asked in a small shocked voice. I nodded affirmative. "Why?" she

asked.

 

"I am not completely current and up to date on my on my ID." I had

alternate identities for business transactions, but I was unsure of

their status since I had been out of contact with my solicitator for 6

months. "It would have cause too many problems for him. If I don't

survive, you can sell it and spend the money however you wish" If Buffy

was not alive I would not see another night, I vowed to myself.

 

"Why shouldn't you survive?" She asked. Damn, she saw more than I

originally meant to say. Why do mom's always ask the hardstuff?

 

"My only purpose on this earth is Buffy." I told her gently. "If she

is dead, or refuses me and or my help when we find her, I won't be

around to worry about the car." That sounded maudlin to my own ears...

maybe she still thinks I'm an obsessed psychotic. In a way I am.

 

"Giles tells me you a vampire" She said softly. Talk about non sequiter.

I now see where Buffy gets it. The cats out of the bag... now what do

I do?

 

"Yes" I answer simply and honestly. Honesty is the best policy... until

I get staked.

 

"How long have you loved my daughter?" She turned toward me with her

large eyes. She reminded me so much of Buffy it hurt. I wondered if

Buffy would be much like her mother if she lived that long. Hopefully

not as oblivious...

 

I decided to tell her mother the truth. " I have loved her since she

knocked me on my ass in an alley behind the Bronze, right after you

moved to Sunnydale. That was the night I gave her the cross"

 

"You gave her the cross she always wears?" Joyce seems to be putting

things together. I hope I'm not getting Buffy into trouble. If I want a

chance in her life, I better been on good terms with her mother... "the

leather jacket?" she asked softly. I nodded as another piece dropped

into place for her.

 

"The ring?" She asked softly. I winced. She obviously connect the

claddah ring with Buffy's pain. She reached over and took my right hand

with the ring on it. "What does it mean?" she asked softly holding my

hand and looking at the ring closer. I felt uncomfortable, I was

holding hands with Buffy's mother...

 

"The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty, the

heart, well you know.. love" As I said those words I remembered telling

them to Buffy on that cold pier.. I had been too shy to tell her even

then, I loved her more than life itself.

 

"You loved her totally, even then." She made a statement. Not a

question. She looked up and tears were in her eyes. "I saw her the day

after her birthday. I saw her pain, but she wouldn't tell me what was

wrong. I held her as she cried, her heart was broken, I could tell,

but I couldn't help" Tears streaked down her face silently. She cries

just like her daughter.

 

"Buffy wanted you protect you. She loves you very much. She didn't ask

to be the Slayer" I took her hand in mine. We were now parked at the

school. "you were her piece of sanity, her normality, her foundation.

She hated lying to you, but was afraid to tell you. Afraid you would be

eaten with fear, and hate her for it" Joyce accepted what I said.

Imaginethat, me, calming her.

 

"Your hands are cold" I nodded. She was beginning to pick up the

differences between me and a human. This was good. Time for a lesson

for the Slayer's mother in vampirism..

 

"I also don't breath or cast a reflection. I cannot go out into the

sunlight, or enter a human's residence without an invitation. I can be

injured by holy objects" I decided to state the necessary items, she

needs to know. " I can be killed by the sunlight, by fire, decapitation,

or wood through the heart" She looked at me with large eyes.

 

" How old are you?" She finally asked. She was just as much into the

non-sequiter as Buffy. I smiled

 

"245 years old" She startled. "I know I am older than Buffy, older than

your grandmother for that fact. Between us, Age doesn't matter" I

winced internally. Right Angel, tell the woman whose 17 year old

daughter you love, had sex with, and then broke her heart, that age

doesn't matter. Sometimes I can be so stupid I even amaze myself.

 

"You really and truly honestly love her" She stated the truth simply. I

nodded. there was nothing I could add to that statement. She continued.

" I can't stop you. Rupert explained to me of the chances for her

retiring from Slaying was nil until you came along. She was unlikely to

live this long after she lost you. With you by her side, she may live

long enough to retire." She looked out the window, tears running down

her face. To realize the mortality of your child was too painful for a

parent. I know that. All to well. "But so help me God, if you ever

hurt her like that again... like you hurt her this last time.. I'll kill

you myself!"

 

I stared at her open mouthed. She meant it. I told her "If I ever hurt

her like that again, I'd want you to." She nodded and walked into the

school. Now I know where Buffy gets the attitude.

 

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We loaded up everyone, and since it was still night, I started the

driving. I could easily drive all night. Day would be their problem.

We headed north and east. I strongly dislike driving into the rising

Dawn. Every bit of my essence wanted to run and hide. When the begining

dawn's light became too painful for me, I pulled over and went into the

back. They were all sleeping. I woke Giles, and sent him up front to

drive. I crawled into a corner and tried to sleep.

 

I had my usual nightmares of blood and destruction. I relived the

things the demon did in my body after I lost my soul for the second

time. I awoke from my nightmares with a cry on my lips, to find

everyone awake and watching me. I realized I had woken them with my

nightmares. I apologized for waking them and mumbled something about

nightmares. Xander mumbled something about knowing what I meant, and

glad I had them too.

 

Sleep is not essential for vampires. It does however help pass the time

when your trapped in a vehicle with people who used to be your friends,

but now aren't. I slipped back into it in a vain attempt to avoid their

stares.

 

The dream I had terrified me when I had gone back to sleep. I saw

Buffy, she was gaunt, tired and depressed. She spirit had been broken.

She was a shell of the woman I remembered. She was an automaton who

battled vampires while giving them unbelievable chances to end her

life. It was almost as if she was suicidal and hoping they would do the

act for her. Her clothes that were usually neat and flattering to her,

were uncared for. Her hair was stringy and unbrushed. Even at the end

of a full battle she never looked this bad. Not even when she died at

the master's hand! My heart broke and I cried out for her.

 

I awoke with her name on my lips and the sound of my scream resounding

in the limousine. Once again, I woke everyone up with my nightmare.

Joyce was looking at me closely. I felt like a bug under glass.

 

I apologized again and decided that sleep was not my thing to do. I

looked out the window at the daylight. Being out in the day was unusual

for me. Too bad the scenery had to be the desolation of I5.

 

I needed to see Buffy so badly it was a physical pain. Even being

stabbed and sent to hell didn't hurt this badly. What if she hates me

when I find her? What if she refuses me and doesn't want me around her

at all? What if she can never trust me again?

 

I looked into my heart. What did I want from her? Everything. That

night on her birthday gave me a taste of heaven not even heaven could

compete with. When she made love to me, my life was complete. I wanted

her, mind body and soul. I wanted her in my life. I wanted to be

capable to touch her whenever I wanted to. My God I wanted to be her

partner for the rest of her life...

 

What if she hates me? What if she doesn't want me in her life not even

as a protector? I am a fool if I think for one moment that she wants

me, a vampire, in her life as a long term partner. I can't give her a

normal life. I can't give her children. What have I to offer her as a

consort. I am a fool.

 

By the time we stopped somewhere for dinner I was thoroughly depressed.

The sun was setting enough to allow me to get out of the car. For lack

of anything else to do I joined them for dinner. I told the waitress

that I just wanted a bottomless glass of sprite. I also would be picking

up the tab for the table.

 

I watched them eat. Apparently the food was good, judging by the gusto

with which they attacked their meals. Xander had no qualms about

seriously running up the bill. I smiled to myself. Let him feel he is

getting one up on me. He deserves the feeling.

 

Since it was dark, I drove the rest of the way. I could feel the pull of

the master that resonated Buffy ever since he bite her. I speed up, we

were less than 10 miles from our destination. I sped up.

 

We were within 5 miles when I was pulled over by a Nevada highway patrol

for doing 105mph. My first urge was to kill him and drive on. But I

don't think that would go over well with the others. I really get

disgusted at my darker urges.

 

"Going to a fire?' The officer sarcastically asked me as I handed him

my ID praying it was still valid.

 

"No, vampire hunting" I snarled. Have I lost my mind? The last thing I

need to have happen is have this over grown boyscout get a hankering to

arrest me. Hunger must be making me really irritable. I noticed he was

looking at the half made stake on the seat beside me... Oh good, now he

is going to think I'm crazy!

 

" Heading into the next town I take it" he asked, seriously. I nodded.

"The majority of the people are camping out in the church on main street

near the town center. That's where the Slayer is staying. You may want

to go there first." With that he handed me my ID and walked away.

 

I sat for a bit in total surprise. Buffy was known to him and the

vampires? This was just too weird. I saw cattle off the side o the road

and realized I really needed to feed. Hunger ate at me like acid. I

didn't need to tempt fate by going into battle undernourished and under

strength. Giles got out of the back to see what was going on. I told

him about the interaction with the officer, and then told him to drive

up the road a mile and wait 5 minutes and come back and get me. I got

out and walked toward the cattle. He did as I asked. Thanks the Gods

for rational Watchers. I hate chasing cows around.

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

After he picked me up again, we finished the drive into the town. It was

deserted. We drove until we found the church. I frowned. They thought

they were safe in the church, but in fact they were sitting ducks. A

vampire can enter into a church. Fledglings disliked to, it was painful

for them, but an older vampire could do so easily.

 

Giles parked in front of the church and climbed in back. "Willow, go

into the church and see if Buffy is there. You are the least

threatening to her right now." Willow nodded and climbed out of the car

and went into the church. We all waited in fear of her response to us

being there. She had left all of them. She thought I was in Hell.

What would be her response to us?

 

Giles looked at us and continued. "Buffy has been very deeply

emotionally hurt. Remember how she was after the Spring fling? Be

supportive. Angel don't be too pushy." That was an understatement. She

had been a regular bitch when she had come back from the summer at her

dads. I still remember her dance with Xander. I almost killed him that

night because of it...

 

I planned to be opened and accepting. Let her control the interaction

and take it where and how she wants to. I was so anxious my teeth hurt.

 

Willow returned quicker than expected, smiling. "I found her. I told

her the 'whole team' was here. I didn't tell her Angel or her Mom were

her though." Willow started to cry and took in a deep sobbing breath.

"Oh Giles, she looks so horrible!" She hugged Joyce tightly.

 

We all got out of the limousine. People stared at us untrustingly. We

were stangers in a town where stranger could mean yur death. I followed

behind the others at a small distance. I wanted them to see her first,

to support her in the shock I knew it would be to her for her to see me.

She had sent me to Hell after all. She may fear what came back out of

Hell.

 

I saw a vampire approaching a woman who was allowing him to come too

close. He was a fledgling, probably made within the last 24 hours. She

probably didn't even know he was a vampire. Before he knew what hit him

I buried a stake into his back and he exploded into dust. She looked at

me shocked. I looked up to the stares of the townspeople. They looked at

me different now too. I was a vampire hunter to them now. I guess I

inocently managed to establish our credentials without even trying.

 

I walked toward the church. I saw they had a barricade where you had to

place your hand in holy water, or touch a cross to enter the building.

Not wonderful, but has showed that someone, probably Buffy was thinking.

I pointed to the cross around my neck and was waved in. I guess they

can't conceive of a vampire wearing a cross either.

 

I entered the church and looked around. The people were packed into

here like sitting ducks. We needed to seal the building. I saw Giles

and Joyce talking with a priest as I headed for them up toward the

Altar.

 

When I got closer, off to the side of the alter was Buffy. She appeared

just as I saw in my nightmare. She was thin, gaunt and unkempt. Her

clothes were dirty and torn. She had vampire dust covering her. She

obviously wasn't taking care of herself after her battles. Her eyes

were closed and there were tears on her face. She looked exhausted.

The fear in people's eyes as they looked at the woman they believed was

the only person to save them, could only be described as blind terror.

 

I watched as Willow and Xander approached her and hugged her. Giles and

her Mom followed, and the hugs were repeated. Was a hug to much for me

to hope for? I wanted such a hug from her so bad it hurt.

 

She smiled at all of them, and then a painful expression came over her

face and she dissolved into tears. I walked closer. I couldn't stand it

anymore. I NEEDED to be closer, I needed to hear her words.

 

"Oh God Giles, I killed him!" She said around her sobs. The people who

were around her listened to her every word. This was a legendary

Slayer... not often you get to experience the legends. "He got his soul

back and he didn't know what was happening, - and I killed him!" she

looked at Willow who had tears running down her face. "I had no choice,

the vortex to Hell was open and the whole world would have been sucked

into Hell!" The people around her stared. Disbelief on their faces.

"It wasn't that demon bastard... him I could have killed easily... It

was Angel, Giles... He didn't know what happened, but he told me loved

me...and then I sent him into hell to close the vortex!" She dissolved

into tears into her Watchers arms. I wanted to be holding her right

then so bad my teeth hurt. I think this whole thing actually hurt her

more than it hurt me. I was used to dealing up close and personal with

the demon inside me.

 

I couldn't stand it any more. I came up to her and dropped to my knee

in front of her. "Buffy" I said gently to her hidden face. My voice was

husky with suppressed tears. It sounded odd in my own ears. " You did

what you had to do. You had no choice. It wasn't your fault!"

 

She erupted out of Giles embrace to do battle. I realized suddenly she

didn't recognize my voice, she didn't know who I was. "Like hell it

wasn't my fault he.." She stopped and just stared in

disbelief..."Angel?" she said softly just like she did that fateful day.

I nodded.

 

"ANGEL!" She screamed as she launched herself into my arms, hugging and

kissing me hungrily. If anyone in the church had missed our reunion

with the Slayer... they all were looking now, and I didn't care!

 

Her lips tasted better than I remembered. Her touch inflamed me, and

brought my need for her to an acute hardness. She kept crying and saying

" I thought I lost you forever" and all I could say was "I love you". It

was if I was trying to make up for all the time I should have said it

but was too scared to. I was lost in her touch. My whole body cried

out for her. I absorbed her attentions like the desert absorbs the

rain.

 

"Excuse me" Giles was attempting to interrupt us. I briefly wonder how

long had he tried to separate us. I flashed him a glare that made him

step back a step. He continued though. " Lets get rid of the vampires,

so we can all go home?" It made sense even though it was the last thing

I wanted to do right then. I was in heaven with Buffy in my arms. ...

but what I really wanted to do wasn't appropriate to do in front of an

Altar, or in a church full of people either. The demon in me squirmed.

 

Buffy whined as I released her. "Later love" I whispered in her ear.

She looked me in the eye and nodded. I kissed her forehead. The fight

and the Spirit was back in my love. We were going to dust some vampire

ass.

 

"Willow, do you have the spell to seal a dwelling?" I asked her quickly

going into Slayerette mode. She nodded "The faster we dealt with these

bastards the faster we can get home. Implement the spell on the church

now. These people in here are sitting ducks." The priest and those

nearby me looked up in fear and shock.

 

"Father, who has maps on the nearby abandoned mines?" He thought and

when he looked like he remembered I told him " Get them to bring the

maps here. We will finish this tonight" I collected Xander and Joyce

and we went out to the car and brought in the weapons. We readied the

stakes and other weapons and it wasn't long until the maps had arrived.

Giles and the others poured over the maps while Buffy and I went

hunting for a fledgling more than willing to exchange information for a

quick death.

 

Once we had the maps it didn't take long to figure out where they were

hiding. Buffy, Giles, Xander and I went to attack them leaving Willow

and Joyce at the church. As we left I saw Joyce staring at the result of

the amage the vampires did to the town, the mourning of the survivors of

the fallen. I think that was when she finally saw the necessity of the

Slayer at that time. It will make Buffy's life easier in the future.

 

The battle was tight and furious. We succeeded because they never

expected Buffy to be in top form and with friends. They were also

shocked at a vampire helping the Slayer. We fought all night, picking

off the stragglers.

 

We returned to the church before dawn. We collected Willow and Joyce

and tried to leave, except we were hugged and kissed by everybody.

Being around so many mortals made my skin crawl and I escaped to the

limo. It took the others awhile longer to get out.

 

While alone with my solitude, I sat in the dark limousine and thought.

She loves me. All those horrible things I did and she still loves me.

Granted she stabbed me through the chest and sent me to Hell, but in the

total picture it was minor. I sat in the dark waiting for them to come

out... I needed her so badly it hurt.

 

Eventually they climbed in... Buffy came over to me immediately and

curled up beside me, putting her head on my chest and instantly fell

asleep. She must have been exhausted. Feeling her hair and her soft

breath on my chest was erotic. I looked over at her mother embarrassed.

I felt uncomfortable snuggling with Buffy while everyone watched. But,

I was more than willing to experience the embarrassment to be able lay

there as her pillow and enjoy her trust in me.

 

Joyce sat there and watched us. I felt uncomfortable with the scrutiny.

I looked at her as I put my arm around Buffy who smiled in her sleep and

snuggled closer to me, running her hand under my shirt to rest on my

chest. Buffy let out a contented sigh. Joyce smiled. I relaxed.

 

Buffy was exhausted. she slept all day. When night fell and it became

my turn to go forward to drive, she became upset and restless until she

joined me up front where she promptly laid across the seat with her head

in my lap and went back to sleep. She seemed to need physical contact

from me. I didn't mind, I loved it.

 

I tried to keep my mind on the road, but all I could think about was her

head in my lap. She snuggle right up against my erection in her sleep,

and the pressure of her head wasn't helping it soften in the least! I

drove on, realizing her attentions to me were in total innocence, She

needed the physical contact... it was just to bad for me it was driving

me crazy in the process. I didn't think it was possible to drive eight

hundred miles with a hard on... I learned otherwise. By the time we

reached Sunnydale the sun was close to rising within the hour, and I

was nearly setting.

 

Buffy awoke finally. I realized she probably had the first good sleep in

the six months that I was gone. She looked at me and took my hand and

kissed it. "I thought you were a dream" She said so softly, running her

tongue over my hand. My erection snapped back. It was getting painful!

"How did you get back from hell?" She unconsciously stroked my thigh. I

had a problem making complete sentences, but I finally told her the

entire story.

 

"I thought I lost you forever" She started to cry. I put my arm around

her and pulled her into me tight.

 

"No Buffy" I told her softly. "I thought I lost you forever! I knew you

would never go to Hell, so I knew that I couldn't even look forward to

seeing you when it was your time to cross over." I don't know where it

came from but it just came out. "I love you. I tried not to but I can't

help myself. I know we have alot to work on, but I want you in my life

forever. " OOPS, so much for letting her set the pace, I just blew that

plan all to Hell.

 

"Are you proposing to me?" Shocked at her assumption, I glanced at

her. As she asked, her face lite up with a bright smile and she

unconsciously licked her lips while her pupils dilated and her heartbeat

had increased. I hadn't officially been, but since she seemed to like

the idea so much, I grabbed the opportunity.

 

"Yeah. I guess I am" I looked out to the road. I didn't want to

profess my love then kill her in a car accident. "Will you marry me

Buffy?" So much for romance. Proposing in the car while both of us

need showers, covered with the dust of dead vampires and her mother in

the back. Should make my record for the inane. I distracted myself. I

was terrified she didn't want me. Never had I put so much on the line.

 

"Yes Angel, I will marry you" She kissed my hand as she told me that,

and I stared at her. She had to redirect my attention to the road. I

was happiest I had ever been, and no curse would break it now!

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

We dropped Willow and Xander at their respective houses. I wondered

briefly what they told their parents of our little interstate trip, and

realized I really didn't care. We dropped Giles off at the library as I

wondered why he even bothered to have a house.

 

We dropped Joyce at her house. Buffy had made it clear to her mother

during the ride home she wasn't moving back home with her mother. Joyce

wasn't happy, but she was relieved Buffy was back in Sunnydale.

 

As hesitantly asked Buffy where she wanted me to drop her off. I had no

idea what her plans were. She smiled at me with the little smile, the

one that I know means I'm in alot of trouble. "Take me home with you

Angel" She stroked her hand up my thigh from the knee to my upper thigh.

I swallowed hard.

 

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. It was a big step to go from

living with your parents to, to living with someone. Especially someone

with my proclivities. Having her live with me was beyond my wildest

thoughts or even fantasies. She was my dream, my passion. Now she

offered it all to me on a silver platter. She laughed deep in her

throat. "Yes, I am sure Angel." I just nodded. I couldn't talk.

 

We arrived right before dawn. I hadn't pushed the dawn like this in a

century. I knew it was going to be worth it though. Buffy walked in

carrying her bags, and I followed carrying the rest. I looked at the

luggage, and realized it was real. Buffy was moving in with me! She

would eat and sleep in my apartment. She would sleep in my bed next to

me.

 

My apartment was a mess. I looked around, dust was all over things, and

the bed was unmade. My memory flashed back to the night of her birthday

when she gifted me with the gift of her love, and I repaid it with her

own demon trip through hell. I had to make it up to her.

 

I reached for her and she came into my arms as if we had never been

apart. This time we didn't have an audience. I can't believe my luck,

all that I put her through and she still loves me. Right then, I

thanked the Goddess who made it possible for me to return to her.

 

"Let's take a shower and wash off the gore" I whispered in her ear. She

nodded, and together we walked toward the bathroom. She stopped suddenly

and looked up at me with her big eyes wide "Together" she asked softly.

I nodded.

 

"Unless you don't want to. I thought it would be fun" I told her. I

kicked myself. She still was a little skittish, she had been a virgin on

that fateful night of her seventeenth birthday...

 

She smiled and pulled me into the bathroom and started to strip. Smiling

at her virginal exuberance I stopped her. She had he back to me and

removed her shirt partially. I then saw the tattoo on her right

shoulder blade. A small replica of mine, coloured in. "Angel's girl"

over it in celtic script. I was floored. "What is this?" I asked her,

stroking it.. it was new and fresh, less than a week or so old.

 

"My memorial for you." She said softly. She seemed shy for the fact.

She loved me enough to etch my name into her skin, forever. I couldn't

speak so I turned her toward me and kissed her. I slowly removed her

shirt. When we had made love it had been passion filled, but very

little actually seen of each other. I wanted to SEE her!

 

She stayed still as I slowly removed her bra, releasing her breasts

from their confinement. I sank to my knees and found myself at just the

right height to worship them properly. I kissed each nipple before I

settled in paying particular attention to the right one while playing

with the left one with my fingers. I ran my tongue over the soft curves

and the little aureole.

 

She moaned and arched into my attentions. My sucking became harder as

she twitched and moaned. While continuing with my attention to her

breasts, I pulled down her pants and she stepped out of them. She stood

there completely nude. I could smell her musky smell which made me

giddy.

 

I pulled back and looked at her, she was on her toes, arched for my

touch. She was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My erection was

painful. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled as she said softly "My

turn...Standup" I could do naught but obey.

 

I stood and she came close and ran her hands over my shirt. I wore it

through Hell and back, literally, and it looked like it. It had the

cut from the sword she had thrust into my chest, scorch marks, and tears

from the battle. She looked at it minimally and removed it slowly

playing her fingers over my skin as she did so.

 

She trailed kisses over the chest, and stopped at my nipple. I groaned

as she nipped and sucked on it. Her warm moist mouth on my chest was

driving me insane! She went to the other one and then nibbled down my

abdomen.

 

I could tell she was enjoying what she was doing.. I could smell her

moisture building between her legs. While it was stimulating for me, it

was also obviously erotic for her. I stopped my impulse to take it

further and let her play.

 

She smiled hesitantly and grabbed a hold of my belt. I wanted to be

inside her so much it hurt. I held my passion and she began to undo my

leather pants and pull them down. " I love the leather pants Angel" she

breathed huskily, running her nails over my erection in a lovers caress.

"Consider them a major part of my wardrobe" I whispered back. If she is

that easily to please... right now I would wear a tutu if it pleased

her. She finished releasing my pants and pulled them down.

 

She was partially bent over pulling down my pants, so my erection

bounced out at eye level to her. She seemed startled by it in some way.

She looked up to me with eyes wide. "It's so big!" I smiled. It was

nice to be appreciated by your lover. She hadn't had a good look at me

that night. She seemed a little afraid of it. I thought our little

morning delight had been canceled for virginal fear. I was wrong.

 

She surprised me. She dropped to her knees and kissed the head of my

penis. Her mouth was soft, moist and warm and everything I had ever

fantasized about. She slowly took me into her mouth and experimented

with licking and suction. I thought I would loose my mind. My knees

became weak and I held onto her shoulder for balance.

 

She was obviously inexperienced, trying things she must have read about.

Her inexperience excited me. Here was the woman I loved, and I would

be able to initiate her into the pleasures and joys of sex. I licked my

lips in anticipation.

 

I had to pull her off of me, I couldn't take much more. I pulled her up

to standing, and lifted her off the floor into a deep kiss.. While

kissing, I reached in and started the shower. I wanted us both to be

clean when we made love. She smiled and stepped into the shower, and I

followed.

 

I wet her hair slowly and then shampooed her hair. She stood there

slowly as I washed her body, everywhere. I softly stroked her breasts,

and her taught abdomen. I briefly wondered if she would regret that I

could not give her children. I pushed the though away. I washed

between her legs, and smiled as her knees bucked under the attention.

Anywhere I touched her seemed to stimulate her more. When I knew she

was totally scrubbed I rinsed her off.

 

She then returned the favor. She washed my hair. She oohhed and Aaahhhd

over the scorching my hair took in hell. I told her not to worry about

it. It was nothing now.

 

She lathered my body and then proceeded to drive me crazy with scrubbing

every piece of skin I had with her hands. She stroked my arms and

chest. She scrubbed down my legs and calves. I had to bite my lip as

she scrubbed my penis and scrotum. The more she handle it the more

there was to handle. She rinsed me off from the soap and continued to

play with me. She giggled and played with my erection and scrotum with

the innocence of youth and discovery. Bouncing them and stroking them,

watching as they responded to different stimuli. I tried to just stand

there and let her play, but I was loosing control. I caught myself

growling back in the throat. She laughed and kissed me.

 

I couldn't stand it any longer. I lifted her up and slid her gently

down onto my straining erection. She gasped as I felt myself entering

into her slightly, and wrapped her legs around my hips as I slid home.

She cried out as I felt her maidenhood again. I moaned deeply and thrust

hard through the obstruction and she cried out in pain and pleasure. Her

legs tightened around me hard.

 

I placed her back up against the wall of the shower and kissed her

deeply as I slid in and out of her as she thrust up against me. She

moaned and said nonsense syllables and half words interspersed with my

name. I kept it up until she came screaming my name loud enough to wake

the dead... and most certainly every next door neighbor!

 

Life isn't fair to us guys. A woman can have several orgasms to our

one... so I made sure she had her count before I allowed myself the

finality. I felt myself getting close, and I transformed, my teeth

finding her neck.

 

Again she welcomed my teeth in my need. As she orgasmed, I sank my

teeth into her throat. Her warm blood pulsed in my mouth driven my her

orgasm driven by my cock as I pulsed myself deep within her womb. She

screamed my name as she came.

 

I pulled away before I drank too much. The power in a Slayer's blood is

incredible. To take it at orgasm makes it stronger. I licked at the

wound as it closed. She held onto me weak and spent as I nuzzled her

neck.

 

It is a good thing I own the building, or our noisy lovemaking could

have had me evicted. I smiled at the thought of eviction for noisy sex.

 

She just hung on me spent. She was exhausted and once the immediate

passion was over she folded like a house of cards. I rinsed her off and

carried her out of the shower and immediately she started to shiver.

Damn it I forgot to turn on the heat when we came in. I forget things

like that, I don't need it.

 

I quickly dried her off and wrapped her in a large fluffy towel and

carried her to the bed. I laid her on my bed and tucked her in. She

looked up at me with a big smile and said "Please Angel, come to bed

with me" Like she had to ask...I nodded and slid in beside her.

 

She feel asleep, a big smile on her face. Dispite my being cold to the

touch, she snuggled up next to me, and put her head on my chest and arm

across my abdomen. She loved me. She accepted my proposal of marriage

and moved in with me. She made love to me and bared her throat in

passion to me. I was happier than I had ever been in my life, alive or

undead. This time no curse would tear it from me.

 

I watched her sleep until I fell asleep, as the sun rose outside my

apartment on our new life together.

 

Fin?

 

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