The Return Of Angelus Series Part 5a

TITLE : Final Showdown
AUTHOR : LJSAngelus
EMAIL: LJSAngel@supanet.com
PARTS : 5a/5 (5a,5b)
SERIES : The Return Of Angelus. This is Part Five A of this series.
RATING : I'm R for violence and language. Really R.
CATEGORY : Angelus/Buffy
TIME LINE : This takes place during Eternity and after. Duh, after parts 1,2,3,4 as well
SPOILERS : Yep. Everything up to "Eternity" in Angel and "Who Are You?" On Buffy
DISCLAIMER : Is Angelus killing everyone on screen and creating general havic shaped leather bound FUN? No? Well that means the bad people own him and the others - NOT me
FEEDBACK : I'm thinking of doing a series based on the situation after this fic (5A) but I could do a concluding fic for after 5B too. Tell me what you think. If you feedback, on the plus side for you, Angelus won't make you his afternoon appetizer. Everyone wins!
I honestly never tire of getting feedback - ever. So if you would.. (*Shout through to the back*) "Angelus honey, they're not listening!" "Where'd you say they live...?"
AUTHORS NOTES : Blah- I don't hate the characters I've killed...... and DON'T expect a happy ending. That's not what this is about. LJSAngelus, official sponsors of Angelus killing the Slayer.
((OK so by Marz demand I wrote Part B.))
DEDICATIONS : To Angelus loving' people with the Riley laceration and the leather. Oh and the Feedbackers. Then again, the ones that don't feed back are fed to Angelus... hmm. And to Britanyca. Beta God.

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART B TO THIS BUT WANT THE SEMI-HAPPIER ENDING, CLICK HERE

"No weapons.  No friends.  No hope."

Angelus and Buffy in Becoming Part Two

By LJS Angelus

Part Five A in The Return Of Angelus Series :

Final Showdown

Here she is.

I know she's walked into the mansion because I can smell her. I feel herinside. A black pit sucking everything that was me, Angelus, into it.

Knowing what comes next. She dies. The game ends. Buffy ends. Or I do.

It's over soon. The final showdown. The one where I finally get rid of this clingy weepy little bitch.

But she's my bitch. She's standing behind me now. She's probably got a stake in her hand. I think I pushed her too far. Killed too much.

She wants to kill me. Instead of wanting me, she wants to kill me.

I want to kill her.

We'll kill each other no matter who's left standing at the end of this fight.

"Angel."

I turn round quickly. She's gripping her bag in one hand. Her knuckles have gone white from pressure. This is what ya get when you walk into the lions den Buff.

I will regret to see the end of our little cat and mouse games. My titilation with the Slayer has only been a week or so, remarkably short for someone of my stature. With Dru, it took 13 months to turn her. She had a lot ofrelatives. She tried so hard to resist...

But the thing with Buffy is she wants it. She wants to come to me. She isn'tthe lay-low, run-away, come back later and fight type.

She's lost everything that ever meant anything to her. Raise your hand if that was your fault. I'm going to relish every moment of our last tete a tete.

Truth? She's the only one who could ever best me. She nearly did once, before that Loser Soul showed up with glowingly eyes and all.

Buffy, Buffy. Buffy. I smirk. A little mental torture first, for old times sake. "Slayer. It's not Angel."

"Angelus then," she says sticking her tongue on her teeth trying to be strong. I can smell the blood from her head, a cut. About three centimeters wide, right above her eyebrow. I pull my hand close to my side in shock of what I'm thinking, what I'm DOING.

I can't believe I nearly reached out and touched it. Touched her. Her head. Her bloodied gash on her forehead. Because I was... CONCERNED.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"However. Don't try telling yourself there's a diff. There's not Slayer," I say walking slowly towards her, steeling myself. Making me solid so she can't touch me. "I'm the same as I've always been," I take her right arm and hold it up. "The guy who first kissed you in your bedroom." I put my arm up her sleeve. She stands there motionless. She can't. She can't bring herself to kill me- again. "The guy who made love to you on your seventeenth birthday. The guy who was brought back from hell was a monster. The guy who left you 9 months later for the big city. The guy who changed time so you wouldn't kick it. We're all the same"

I slip the stake out of her sleeve.

"Aw, you really care," I drawl and throw it in the fire. Then I put my arms around her waist and hear a little gasp escape from her throat. I reach into the waistband of her trousers and pull out another stake. I throw that in the fire also.

"Why aren't you fighting back?"

She's starting to cry now and she looks to the ground to blink her tears away.

She drops her weapons bag and I kick that across the room.

"Here. Either you or I die. If I die, you'll stop killing everyone close to me to hurt me, right? But you'll still kill. In a hundred years, this will be a forgotten memory. And if you die... Angel will... and I'll die," she mumbles through tears.

"Slayer," I whisper into her ear. "If I'm not mistaken... There's nobody left you care about."

"What do you want?"

"What do you want Slayer?"

"Angel. My Angel. Forever."

She breaks down into sobs and clings onto my shirt. My shirt. Mine.

She's crying on my shoulder.

Hello? What's wrong with this? I'm supposed to kill you Buffy, not you’re a shoulder to cry on about you DEAD and GONE ex-boyfriend.

She falls to the ground, collapsing in more fits of sobs. I slink down and stare at her. I've seen her cry many many times, but now... she looks broken.

I broke her. She's mine. This isn't unhappiness or self pity. This is despair. Defeat. My triumph.

Why don't I feel... satisfied?

She reaches out and grabs onto me. She puts her arms around my neck crying into my cold neck. I feel her tears melt me like holy water.

"Jesus fucking Christ slayer. What are you about? Huh?" I ask her softly. She doesn't care and keeps clinging onto me. Then she pulls back. She pulls down her top over her shoulder, exposing her neck.

"Go ahead! Don't pussy fuck around anymore. Drink me. Do it," she says firmly, her tears still flow silently down her resolved face. She rips my shirt open and throws it off.

"It's no fun when you’re that easy Slayer," I say standing up. She stands up as well. "You were always easy Slayer."

"My name is Buffy. Use it. I'm not the Slayer. Not since... I'm not. You're not using my name because it's intimate. Personal. The way Angel says it... You're afraid of that. Of how him saying my name brings me to my knees. Don't ever fucking kid yourself that anybody but him could do that to me. So say it."

"Buff."

"Buffy."

"Fine! Buffy! What the fuck does it take?"

"This ends now. Bite me."

"No! My rules."

"Bite me!"

"Sla--Buffy I told you... this isn't gonna--”

"Fucking bite me Angelus! Bite me, suck me, drink me, drain me and leave me to die!" She roars. She grips the back of my head pulling my hair.

I morph into vamp face and lick my teeth; She pushed me towards her neck. I don't bite yet.

"Bite me."

I do. I bite into her. Again her blood invades my throat. So sweet and powerful. I grip her shoulder and a noise escapes from her. Then we fall. We tumble to the floor. Me surrounding her, drinking from her and her under me slowly letting life go. Her blood spilling onto the floor. She reaches out for something to grip on to but can't find anything. She grips my back instead. Softly, gently puts her little palm against my flesh and squeezes.

Nearly a year ago. Angel bit her. Like I'm doing now. On the floor. Half naked. Her holding his back like she's doing now to me.

She's sacrificing her life for us again.

I push off her and roll back. She sits up, half dead.

"Angelus.." She says holding her neck, half choking. "You stopped."

"You're playing me Buffy. You don't play me!"

"And?"

"And you don't get to! I play you!"

"Not like the boot on the other foot? I'm lying here half drained. This isn't a game anymore. It's the final act. It's over. Right now. Drink."

"You want me to kill you like Angel nearly killed you a year ago huh? Doesn't work that way."

"How about you just admit you’re just too pussy to kill me. You're one fucked up demon."

"Yeah Sl- Buffy?"

"Yeah. If you're not, why don't you finish what you fucking started," she says staring at me.

"One question's been annoying me. Why haven't you tried to give me my soul back yet?"

"You don't think I tried that?! And I can't do it alone. You killed everyone who could!! I'm a failure. I can't give you your soul back and if I did, wanna know what you'd do? Walk out of my life - again. Leave me well and truly aalone. I'd rather be dead."

"You wouldn't. You're the goody good guy."

"Maybe I'm sick and tired of it! Maybe I shoulda drowned years ago in the Masters Lair. To save all the hurt and pain you and Angel have caused!" She screams at me. "I have to live with it. Live with the fact that it's my fault."

"So I'd be putting you out your misery?"

"Yeah."

"Doing you a favour?"

"Yeah," she spits with venom.

"Sorry babe. Doesn't work that way."

I grip her head towards me and bite her, draining her more, almost until death. Then I push her back. I take the blade in my boot out and slowly slash my upper arm. I bend over the gasping Buffy.

"How about you live forever? Think about that Buffy. Forever."

I press it to her mouth. At first the blood's just running in of it's own accord. Then she starts to lick my arm. Start to suck the blood from the wound. Harder and harder. She presses it to her mouth drinking more. I pull it away and pull my sleeve down.

"That's enough Buffy." I bend over her. Her blood's still on my lips as is mine on hers. I bend over and kiss her hard leaving her breathless.

I scoot back and grab the bottle of Scotch off the table. I lean against the chair, still sitting on the floor and pull out the cork. I drink the liqour bottle dry waiting for her to die and to rise again.

I'm still waiting. It's been about half a day since the final showdown and she's yet to wake up.

I'm still waiting, leaning against the chair, slumped on the ground watching her.

One arm over her body, one reaching out to me as she died.

I ignored it.

She cried as she slowly stopped breathing and her heart stopped beating. And she said his name. Unmistakenably. It was his name.

Angel.

Not mine. I know it wasn't - the way she said it, it wasn't for me.

I ignored it.

I told you that we'd kill each other no matter who's left standing at the end of the battle.

I was wrong. Neither of us is standing now.

But we're both going to kill together. We're going to ravish the land.

We're going to be together forever. Just like she wanted. Only neither of us will have a soul.

THE END

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