Summary: A vampire tells a student a familiar story.
Disclaimer: A priest, a rabbi and a duck walk into a fan fic.
Priest: Any characters associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong
to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB.
Rabbi: Wish does own this story, so please do not use it without her
permission. You may distribute it, but ask her first.
The Duck quacked, as ducks tend to do.
Author's Notes: I'd just like to thank Elaine and Robyn for beta and
pre reading this fic for me, they're the ones who made all the
difference. If it weren't for them, this story would never have been
posted. Thank you both so very much.
Also, this is dedicated to Tipper, remember, when near a hell pit, do
not wear shoelaces. *grin*
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*~Just how I loved her so,
I did anything she told me,
I know she's up there laughing at me,
She decided her fate that night....~*
-"Turned Blue" from Caroline's Spine
"What do you want to know?" The vampire stood in the shadows, looking out the single window of a junky dorm room.
"Well, what happened? You lost your soul, you killed Ms. Calendar, you killed her mother, so what about...her? The Slayer." The young man was sitting at a table, recording the conversion, typing, and thinking just how good a story this would make.
"Well, she came to me one night, defeated and close to insanity."
Sunnydale, The Hellmouth
"Lover, what are you doing here? You know, after the funeral I'd think you'd want to wait, get some rest." Angelus called out to Buffy, who was standing in front of him , shoulders slumped and eyes downcast.
"Let's finish it. I don't want to wait any longer, Angelus." Her tone was desperate.
"Only one of us is going to make it out of here, my love. Are you sure you want to do this?" Buffy looked up. She was surprised he had asked.
"Why do you care if I want to die or not?" Her eyes stared past him, no longer interested in her former love, what he did, or her life. He'd killed her friends and her family. She was tired of fighting.
"I should care. You returned my body to me and I owe you something for that. I'd say that last present was a good one." He'd tied a bow around her Mother and laid her upon Buffy's bed, among white roses and party favors. Her face showed revulsion and disgust.
"My gifts are dead family and friends? You really think that ruining my life is the best present that you could give? A hallmark card works just as well." She was suicidal and still had a sense of humor.
He liked it. "Yeah, but it lacks feeling, it lacks emotion It lacks love." Her mouth twisted in disbelief.
"Love? Try sicko obsession. You're a monster. Don't kid yourself."
"Oh, that stinging wit. Of *course* it's love. You gave me my life back! But it's hate, too. You made me feel..." The worlds seemed to choke him. "Human." He shuddered.
"Fine. Then end it," and now she couldn't get the words out, for a moment. "End my life, Angelus." He couldn't believe this. She was *ready* to die? He should feel pride, happiness, joy-- something! But the feeling that he felt now...remorse? Sadness? Love?
No! He was a vampire! A soulless, fun loving monster! He shouldn't love a mortal, he couldn't love a mortal; and he especially couldn't love the Slayer. Why then? Why was he feeling love for her? Was it gratitude for getting rid of his soul? Was it the real thing? How was this possible? He had to get rid of her... after a little more torture... and maybe the answers to some questions.
"Why ask me to? Why not sleeping pills, razors, jumping off of a building... the possibilities are endless." A small smile passed over her face. He loved to see her smile, her bright eyes, lighting up with- NO! He erased those thoughts from his head.
"I figured you'd have some good ideas. Besides, I thought I could take you with me." She laughed. Laughing about her own death. He really had made her insane.
"Really. But now you just want me to kill you, to snap your neck like a twig. Maybe drain your blood or bite your neck until you slump down." Her face once again became a blank. She didn't say anything. Finally, he had to talk, to unload something from his mind that had been bothering him for awhile.
He walked around behind her, so she couldn't see the emotions on his face.. She didn't move. He couldn't even hear her breathing. "You know, you were, you *are*, the only one I can talk to. We think the same, Buffy. When I had a soul, when you were sane." He paused, circling her like the predator he was. "Then I lost it, and now you're insane. Even before you were the Slayer and I was human we were alike. Our fates created us. We were created for each other."
She looked straight into his dark eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm insane, huh? Makes sense. You know, in some * extremely * perverted way, I love you. I still love Angel and I think I love Angelus too." She snorted." I really *am* insane. That's a sure sign you need to end it here."
He grinned and laughed. It was like the times before he'd lost his soul and that wasn't good for either of them.
Angelus slowly walked over to Buffy and held out his arms to her. She didn't hesitant, she went straight to him. He loved the way she fit into his chest; he loved having her in his arms again. He loved the smell of her feathery hair, like roses. She lifted her head and tilted her neck aside as Angelus felt his face lose its human facade and change into a demon.
She halted his teeth a moment before he bit into her skin and kissed his lips. It was short, but it was long enough for Angelus to almost regret what he was about to do. But the love and passion in the kiss further strengthened his resolve to end her life, to end their love.
He broke off the kiss and tore into her neck. Her blood was like wine as it poured into his mouth, more potent then any other he'd ever drunk of. Triumph and regret raced through his veins, mingled with the blood of his love.
She sighed as she finally slumped into his arms. His eyes glowed with a strange golden white light momentarily, and he almost dropped her. Then Angel remembered what he'd down. What Angelus had done. "I love you...I'm so sorry," He whispered, his voice cracking in despair.
"Angel..." The name was said so soft the vampire wasn't even sure he heard it. He felt her heartbeat... once. Twice.
Then silence.
Back in the dorm room, the boy was practically speechless. "Wow. I--wow," was all the boy could say. Angel grinned slightly and held in a sigh.
"Yeah. She was gone from my life, the most precious thing, the only thing I ever loved."
"Your soul was..."
"Returned by Willow, one of Buffy's best friends. That girl was so sweet, she really loved Buffy and would have given anything for her."
"Why are you telling me all this? I'm just a lowly guy, a loser. Why me?" The guy asked. The faintest of smiles crossed over Angel's face.
"You can do something with my, her story. Some how I know you will."
The writer looked down at his tape to make sure it was still recording and looked up. The vampire was gone. He sighed.
"I need to put a bell on that guy." After he looked through his things, one, two, three times, he murmured to himself, "Good story, but it'll never work in the movies.. Gotta change it."
The student went to work writing a script. It began,
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Into every generation, a Slayer is born...
In the heavens, a laugh sounded.