Revenge, Version 1.0
By Maquis Leader
Rating R
Author’s note: Set before Surprise. From Ralkana’s comment, “I have Revenge in a folder in my hard drive”. She meant a particular story title by Nameless Ensign that she was looking for, but it made the hamster slide to a halt in his wheel. The poem She Walks In Beauty is by Lord Byron. Merry Christmas Ral, you’re the best Chief Minion a megalomaniac ever had.
Bob Larkey juggled his jacket and briefcase as he pulled the mail out of the box. Unlocking the door, he went inside and tossed everything on the dining room table.
“Bill, bill, junk – God, Mom, stop writing!” He shuffled through the pile of mail. A slim CD case in red and black slipped out of the pile. “Not another AOL disc!”
He started to throw the disc away, when the lettering caught his eye. The silver and purple letters seemed to glow. “Cool.”
Tearing open the case, Bob walked over to his computer. “Congratulations, you’ve been selected… yada yada… testing new game… whatever… prizes… prizes?”
Dropping the CD into the drive, he quickly went through the installation process, impatiently clicking ‘yes’ on the terms and agreements screen. When the main screen came up, Bob blinked. “Wow. These are incredible graphics! This is so cool!”
Quickly, he read through the instructions for creating and equipping a character. Mouse hovering over the start icon, he glared at the screen. “Prepare yourself! Lonzak the Wizard is coming! Beware my magnificent fiendishness!”
With a click on the start icon, Bob Larkey, aka Lonzak the Wizard, disappeared.
And reappeared in a dark and damp stone room.
“What the hell?” Turning, he tripped over the long robe he was now wearing. “Where’s my pants?”
Belted around his waist was a bag of scrolls and another of potions. On the floor lay a staff with runes carved into it. “Okay, this is too weird.” He searched the room. “Where’s the pause button? I don’t have the memory for virtual reality! Hello?” His voice echoed off the walls.
“This has to be some kind of joke. Fine! I’ll play along!” Grimly, he went to the door set in one wall and jerked it open.
Outside, the corridor was the same damp stone, with torches set in holders along the walls at irregular intervals. Trusting his old Dungeons and Dragons credo of ‘you can’t go wrong going right’, Bob turned right and walked down the corridor.
As the corridor twisted to the right, he noticed a strong smell. Then he heard the growling. “What the hell?” He squinted. Was something moving at the far end of the corridor?
A shape bounded down the dimly lit corridor. Something dog like. If dogs were covered in bright red scales, had a forked tail, and a mouthful of huge teeth.
Dropping the staff, Bob screamed and turned to run. He made it two steps before the dog pulled him down. Two more dogs ran up and joined the feast, tearing the screaming man apart.
Back in Bob’s den, the light glinted off the silvery lettering on the CD case. Revenge.
Xander pawed through the mail. “No pizza coupons? My God, what’s the world coming to?” A red and black CD case slipped out of the pile. “Not another AOL disc! Ah… what are you, my beauty?” The silver and purple lettering seemed to glow. “Cool.”
Tucking the CD into his bag, Xander opened the back door. “I’m going to school.” His mother didn’t look up from her magazine. “I’ll remember to take candy from strangers and hitchhike with an axe murderer on the way.” When she nodded, he went out the door and let it swing shut behind him.
He made it through second period before ditching and heading
for the library. Stopping by
“Xander, another hack and slash game?” She shook her head. “Don’t you ever get tired of those?”
“Never. Help me install it?”
“You mean install it for you?”
“What? And deprive you of that supreme computer nerd feeling? Come on…” He turned on the puppy dog look. “Pretty please… “
“Okay, okay.” She shut her locker. “Once again, I’m regulated to the grunt work.”
“You’re my helper! My minion!” Xander put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her. “My chief minion even.”
“I’m your only minion.”
“True, but even if I had many minions – you’d still be Chief.”
“Yea, me!” She slipped her arm around his waist. “Are there any perks to this minioning?”
“Undying love and gratitude isn’t enough for you?” He dropped a friendly kiss on her temple. “How about I get us pizza and a movie tonight?”
“It’s a date!” She blushed. “I mean – a friend’s date – not – you know – a date date.”
“Loan me the money for the pizza?” He asked.
“Sure.” Part of minion
duty must mean lending money.
“And the movie?” Xander pushed open the doors to the library. Angel was sitting at one of the tables. “And hello! Isn’t it daytime? Shouldn’t you be in your coffin?”
Angel ignored Xander, instead giving
“Angel.” She said in the ‘oh wow’ way she always did when she saw him. “Hey.”
“Xander.” Giles looked up from the book he was holding. “Angel is here at my invitation. We’re discussing poetry.”
“Poetry?” Xander snickered. “That’s real manly, Dead Boy.”
“Xander!”
“It’s okay,
“Well… if you’re lying in bed and reading poetry…” Xander smirked. “Not the manly thing to be doing.”
“It passes the time while the lady rests from… other activities.”
“Yeah, well… “He didn’t have a comeback for that one.
“In any event – “ Giles said sternly. “It seems that Angel knew the poet and this particular poem was written about him.”
Bad enough Dead Boy had that young-and-handsome-forever thing going for him. Now he had poets writing about him. “Whatever.” Xander shrugged. “My name is in the top one thousand players of Endless Quest.”
“And I’m the only Slayer.”
Xander jumped and turned to find Buffy standing behind him. “Hey, Buffy.”
Angel choked down a growl and the urge to rip out Xander’s throat. The scent of the boy’s desire for Buffy was sharp and rank to his sensitive nose. Not that he could blame Xander, Buffy was beautiful today in a green blouse and tight jeans.
“Angel.” Her hazel eyes sparkled as she walked over to him. “Don’t tell me, there’s some big nasty crisis thing I need to know about.”
“No, I just brought Giles a book.” Standing, Angel offered her his chair.
“Yeah, seems vampires are big poetry fans.” Xander told her. “I prefer a more physical lifestyle myself.”
“Mouse clicking being quite strenuous these days.” Giles muttered.
“Poetry’s pretty.” Buffy's cheeks turned pink as she sat down.
Oh, dear God, no! Xander had a horrific mental image of Buffy lying in bed with Angel. Naked. Not reading poetry. “But not as much fun as killing demons!” He sat down in the chair next to her before Angel could sit there.
Angel frowned, but contented himself with standing behind her and resting a hand on her shoulder.
“Xander, your game is ready.”
“Are you putting games on the library’s computers?” Giles frowned at Xander. “Those are for school use only.”
“And coincidentally, I’m a student at said school.” Grinning, Xander leaned back in his chair. “And like you ever use them anyway?”
“Yes, well, be that as it may – “
“And like real students ever come in here?” Buffy waved a hand around the otherwise empty library.
“Exactly!” Xander exclaimed. “So they’re going to waste anyway.”
“Hey!”
“Ah, another game for the Xandermeister to conquer.” He leaned closer to Buffy. “I have killed many a virtual demon in my day.”
“Go, Xander.” She smiled.
“And of course.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Vampires. Lots of vampires.”
Angel’s hand tightened on her shoulder as she pushed Xander back. “Goodie. You be the Slayer from now on.” She patted Angel’s hand. “I’ll retire and let Angel read poetry to me.”
At the computer,
“Xander, bored now.”
With a click on the start icon,
Giles blinked as
Buffy jumped up and turned to look at where
She allowed herself a minute to panic and then forced herself to be calm. Checking the pouches on her belt, she found potions and scrolls. Holding each one, she knew somehow what each one did.
A staff lay on the floor and when she picked it up, the same feeling of recognition tingled through her. The items were the same ones she’d given to her character. She was also wearing a long green dress.
“Maybe I should wait for help.”
Turning, she saw the door behind her sliding open. “They’d run!” She bolted out the other door and slammed it shut behind her.
Out in the corridor, she looked one way and then the other. Left or right? “Okay… eni, meni, miny, moe.” She turned right and started down the dimly lit corridor.
“She simply vanished.” Giles stared at the chair
Xander was wandering through the stacks calling for
“How do you know?” Buffy had checked the hallway just in
case
“This is magical.” He turned the CD case over in his hands. “There’s glamour on it.”
“A pretty spell?” She frowned.
“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Giles took the case carefully. “A glamour spell is used to make an item more attractive so that it’s more likely to be picked up.”
“So we’re looking for magic by Revlon?”
Angel gave her a slight smile. “Could be. How else do you explain waterproof mascara?”
“So the game is magic?” Xander sat down in front of the
computer. “Then we go get
“Xander, no!” Buffy vaulted over the table and knocked him away from the keyboard.
“We can’t just leave her there!” He tried to force past her to get to the computer again.
“We don’t know where ‘there’ is!” Grabbing his arm, she wrestled him face down onto the tabletop.
“We’ll find her, Xander.” Giles assured him. “I promise you.”
“And the only way to do that is to play the game!” Xander struggled against Buffy's hold.
“He’s right.”
Buffy looked up at Angel’s soft words. “Angel, we can’t – “She let Xander up.
“Play the game?” Angel looked to Giles. “If she was sent somewhere, we have to go after her.”
“Angel, we need to find out how to retrieve her.” Giles shook his head. “Perhaps the game has some clue in it.”
“And in the meantime, she’s there and in danger!” In the silence following his words, Xander sat back down in front of the computer. He quickly put together a character and hit start. Nothing happened.
“It may be a single use spell.” Pulling off his glasses, Giles rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
“Maybe if we put it on another computer?” Ejecting the disc, Xander bolted out of the library.
Following him to the computer lab, Giles explained the situation to Jenny Calendar. The computer teacher turned the disc over in her hands. “Definitely magical.”
“What is it with demons and computers these days?” Buffy
shivered, remembering the demon Moloch that
“Nobody reads anymore.” Angel pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. “They’re all on the internet.”
“Tell me again how these boxes aren’t an instrument of evil.” Giles snorted.
Ignoring him, Jenny put the CD into one of the lab computers. “Rupert, if you’ll look for a retrieval spell, I’ll see if I can get into the computer code.”
“And how long will that take?” Xander protested. “We need to
help
“If Xander and I – “Buffy felt Angel’s hand on her shoulder. “And Angel go into the game, we can help keep her safe until you can get us out.”
“Absolutely not!” Frowning, Giles shook his head. “Buffy, we cannot risk your being injured or killed in some other dimension.”
“Why?” She challenged. “Because I’m the Slayer?”
“Exactly.”
“No big. I die, another is called, remember?” She said flippantly.
“And if you die in some other dimension – another may not be called.” The Watcher took hold of Buffy's arm. “You are simply too valuable to risk. I forbid it!”
“But Xander and
“I didn’t mean it that way.” Giles let go of her arm, aware of Angel’s narrowed eyes and tightened jaw. “But if anything happens to you – I don’t know what would happen.”
“I know what will happen if I don’t go.” She said quietly. “I’d be letting a friend die.”
“Rupert, please.” Jenny laid a hand on his arm. “Go find a retrieval spell. I’ll set the game up on a computer for each of them. Xander’s the expert on games, he can help us prepare.”
“I am?” Xander blinked. “Of course I am!” All right! I’m the man! Oh dear god, now what do I do? Grabbing the game manual, he did a quick read through while Jenny began installing the game on the computers.
Giles hesitated for a moment before returning to the library.
“Buffy, you’re a warrior, you too, Dead Boy.” Quickly Xander moved from computer to computer outfitting the characters. “Being as there’s no vampires in the game.”
“Um, Xander?” Buffy looked up from the manual. “There are.”
“And they’re all on the wrong side.” He pointed out. “I’ll go as a thief type and that’ll help with traps and IDing anything we find.”
Angel pointed at one of the monsters in the manual. “That looks familiar. I’ve seen one of these.”
“What is it?” Buffy wrinkled her nose up at the picture of the ugly beast. “A turtle? Eww… are those suckers?”
“It’s a Kessian beast.” He shook his head. “Nasty and hard to kill.”
“Are any of them not nasty and not hard to kill?” The comment was light, but Buffy couldn’t disguise the bitterness.
“
The cool touch was reassuring, and Buffy smiled up at him. “Thanks.”
“We’re ready.” Xander interrupted. “If you two are through with the kissy face?”
“Kissy face?” Giles walked back into the lab with a fat book in one hand and a large bag of weapons in the other.
“No kissy face.” Buffy nodded primly. “Hand holding only.”
“Yes, well.” The Watcher gave Angel a stern look. “You are rather young to be indulging in – kissy face.”
The barb struck home and Angel let go of Buffy's hand as if it were suddenly coated with holy water. She was young, but then, compared to him, the entire population of Sunnydale was young. Including the buildings.
“There should be a few minutes for us to take inventory once
we get in the game.” Xander felt strangely calm. Somehow his fear of not
finding
“And if not?” Buffy pulled a stake out of the bag Giles had brought back with him. “Maybe these’ll go with us?”
“Maybe.” Xander picked up the manual and clamped it in his teeth. “Pthis – oo.”
Keeping a firm grip on the bag of weapons, Buffy moved her mouse over the start icon. Beside her, Angel did the same and locked his free hand around her wrist.
Putting one hand on Buffy's other arm, Xander took a deep breath around the manual. “Now!”
With a simultaneous click on the start icon, Buffy, Angel, and Xander disappeared.
The bag of weapons and the manual fell to the floor.
“Oh dear.” Giles sat down heavily.
Buffy, Angel and Xander appeared in a dark and damp stone room.
“The good news is – we’re in.” Xander grinned. “The bad news is – we’re in.”
“Oh my God!” Buffy's voice startled both men. “Why am I dressed like this?”
Angel’s eyes widened. Buffy was wearing a skimpy leather and fur bikini. Very skimpy. A sword was strapped to her waist and a dagger stuck up from her boot top.
“Let me just say…. Wow!” Xander said after a moment of taking mental pictures.
“Wow, nothing!” She pulled the blue cloak she was wearing around her. “It’s cold in here! And why aren’t you guys in fantasy beachwear, too?”
Angel and Xander were both in tunics and trousers and Angel had a vest of chain mail. He tugged at the long red cloak he was wearing. “Here, take this.”
“Ah, no.” Xander grabbed his hand. “That’s part of your protection. It’s a cloak of chain mail. It’s – hey!”
“What?” Angel pulled back as Xander grabbed a big handful of his cloak.
“I know – I can tell what it is by touching it!” The brown eyes were lit up with wonder. “It’s like it’s talking to me!”
“Well, yea…” Buffy rolled her eyes.
“And this – “ Xander grabbed the large amulet Buffy was wearing. “Magical! This is so cool!” He ran his hands up Buffy's arms to the metal armlets she was wearing. “And these – “
Angel’s soft growl made Xander turn. Angel was in full vamp face. “Are so off limits!” He threw up his hands and backed away. “And best when viewed from afar.”
“Angel.” Buffy shook her head.
“Sorry.” The look on his face as it shifted back said otherwise.
“You guys get pants and I get…” Tugging at her bikini top, Buffy frowned. This was a lot more skin than she liked to put on display. “Fashions by Conan. So not fair.”
“We better get moving.” Xander told him. “In most games, if you sit too long, something comes after you.”
“Sounds like real life.” Angel followed Xander as he opened the door.
With one last tug at her top, Buffy followed them out into a dimly lit corridor. Xander started to turn left, but Angel stopped him.
“Everyone automatically goes to the right.” Xander explained. “So we need to go to the left, it’s safer.”
“There’s blood this way.”
“You sure – “ Xander stopped. “Right. Forgot the whole vampire thing for an insane second.”
“Guys.” Buffy called. “Body.”
A badly mauled body lay just around the curve of the corridor. Blood was splattered over the floor and walls.
“Let me just say – “Xander gulped. “Real game not so much fun.”
Buffy noticed that Angel was standing back, his hands clenched into fists. “You okay?”
“Fine.” He jumped as she touched him.
“Xander, we need to move on.” She said over her shoulder.
“Let me just see if – ick – our friend here has – oh God – “ Holding his breath, Xander flipped open the dead man’s cloak. “Useful things – please don’t let me yak – “
“Fine. Angel and I are going to check our back.” Buffy led Angel back up the corridor. “Angel, you sure you’re okay?”
“I didn’t think.” A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I haven’t fed since yesterday.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. And human blood is…”
“Yeah.” Stepping close to him, Buffy laid a hand on his arm. “Can you deal?”
“I’ll be all right.” Looking past her, he saw Xander coming back up the corridor towards them.
“Staff of power and some potions that might come in handy.” Giving a necklace to Buffy, Xander explained. “It increases your strength.”
“You should keep it.” She handed it back.
“No, you see, here – “ He waved a hand. “You are the weakest link.”
“Excuse? Slayer strength?”
“Buffy, if we are in the game, your character was the one with the lowest strength.”
“And why is that?” Settling her hands on her hips, she glared at Xander until she realized he was staring at her breasts.
“Because your character was female.” He forced his eyes to look somewhere besides her breasts. Half naked, barely covered in an itty bitty fur bikini, breasts. “I didn’t think you’d want to wind up in a man’s body.”
“Good point.” Buffy put on the amulet. “And it goes with my outfit, too. Yea.”
“Ready?” Xander turned and led them down the corridor once again.
Moving cautiously, they rounded the curve of the corridor and found themselves at another intersection.
Angel didn’t have to point the way to the next body. A meandering trail of blood led to the torn and mauled body that lay against one wall. A female body.
“Rupert!” Jenny stopped the computer code scrolling by on the screen. “Look at this!”
“Did you find
something?” He looked up from the ancient text he was scanning through.
“This symbol.” She
tapped the screen. “I’ve seen this before.”
“Hmm… it’s familiar
to me as well. Wait.” He went into his office and took a book from the file
cabinet. “I think… yes! Here!”
Laying the book
down on the desk next to her, Giles pointed to a particular entry. “The demon
Bilgatz, consigned to another dimension in 1205.”
“Ugh, a face only a
mother could love.” Jenny looked at the illustration of the demon. It had one
large eye in the middle of its face in between its two large mouths. “What’s
his story?”
“Gains strength
through sacrifice of willing souls. Hmm… “ He paused. “Normally sacrifices
aren’t required to be willing.”
“No, just alive.
Until dead.”
“It says here that
if he gets ten thousand willing sacrifices, he can break free and return to our
dimension.” He pushed his glasses up impatiently. “Why do they always put an
escape clause? Why can’t a demon be trapped somewhere for eternity?”
“Take all the fun
out of it?” She grinned at him.
“It’s bloody
inconsiderate if you ask me.”
“Did you find the
spell?” She gestured at the book he had been looking at before she interrupted
him.
“Yes. I have all
the necessary ingredients. If you’re ready?”
“Call me ever
ready.” Laughing at the quizzical look on Giles’ face, she gave him a quick
kiss on the cheek. “Let’s do it.”
Setting up the
candles and carefully making a boundary to form a portal, Giles positioned the
items Jenny needed within easy reach for her.
Jenny took a few
moments to compose herself, breathing deeply and
reaching for the calm center of her being. Softly she began to chant the spell.
“Return to me
That which was
stolen.
Return to me
That which is mine.
Free from the hold
Free from the grasp
Return to me now
from beyond!”
There was a bright
blue flash and a gust of cold wind. The candles flared up before going out.
Blinking at the spots
dancing before his eyes, Giles hurried to the portal. There was a jumble of
items, but no
“Oh, my God. This
is my Malibu Barbie.” She picked up a tanned doll wearing a purple bikini. “I knew Beth Johnson stole her!”
“As happy as I am for you and your doll – “ He sorted through the pile of objects. “
“What?” She
clutched at his shoulder.
“Bones.” Gingerly, he moved a tattered comic book
off the pile of bones.
“Oh.”
“Tell me this isn’t
“I think it’s my
puppy.” Grimacing, she lifted the small skull. “He disappeared when I was ten.”
“It appears the
spell is convenient for locating personal items, but not people.”
“If
“Out of the
question.” With a sigh, Giles picked up the game manual. “I’m going to see if
anything in here might be of help. It’s probably all useless drivel, but
perhaps there’s something.”
“You’re such a
positive thinker.” Trailing a hand
across his shoulders, she returned to her seat in front of the computer. “One
more quality I love about you.”
The tips of his
ears turned red as Giles flipped open the game manual.
“Buffy!” Xander
shouted. “Don’t let them get behind you!”
“I’m trying!” She
backed away as the skeletons tried to box her in.
Angel was fighting
off four skeletons and a dozen more were rushing toward them. He was in game
face and growling as he cut one down with his sword.
“Pull back!” Xander
ordered as his sword cut a skeleton in half. “Draw them into the archways!”
Obediently, Buffy
began backing toward the two open archways behind them. The two skeletons moved
quickly in an attempt to cut her off, but she was able to dodge their swords.
A hard swing of her
sword cut one in half and the bones clattered to the floor. The second skeleton
was able to land a glancing blow on her forearm, making her cry out in pain.
Spinning around, she slammed a foot into the skeleton’s chest, sending it
sprawling.
Angel swung his
broadsword in an arc, decapitating the three remaining skeletons that were
harassing him. Moving to the first archway, he pushed Buffy through and took up
a position just inside the opening. He could smell the blood from her injury
and had to fight to keep from turning to check on how seriously she was
wounded. Xander moved quickly to take up an identical position in the other
archway.
The skeletons were
forced to come through the archways one a time, unable to fully swing their
swords as they moved through the opening. Angel and Xander easily cut them down
as they came through, while Buffy guarded their back.
Nursing her aching
arm, she frowned; so far, Xander had been right. She was the weak one here. The
rules of the game were in full force it seemed. Even with her Slayer strength,
she was tiring before they did. Xander was much stronger and more coordinated
that he usually was, and Angel’s strength was easily twice what it normally
was.
“Buffy?” Angel stepped
back as she flinched and spun around, sword raised.
“Sorry.” She slid
the weapon into the scabbard at her side. “Feeling a bit sorry for myself.
Quality pout time.”
“Let me see your
arm.” He took her arm and examined the injury. The skin was mottled and purple
with a small gash along the edge of it. “Hurt?”
“Not so much.” She
lied.
“You’re a brave
lass.” He winked at her and lowered his lips to the cut.
“Hey!” Xander
pushed Angel to one side. “No blood tasting!”
“What?” Angel’s eyes
widened. “I was going to kiss her!”
“Oh, oh…” Xander
flushed. “I… ah… never mind.” He backed away. “I’ll just search for goodies…
over here…”
While Xander
retreated to the piles of bones to search for anything valuable, Buffy and
Angel sat down with their backs to one wall.
“Tired?” Angel put
his arm around her shoulders.
“Tired of this.”
Leaning her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes. “All this fighting.”
“Rest.” Wrapping his cloak around her, Angel pulled
her tightly against his side.
They had traveled
through the damp corridors for hours, at first following a trail of mauled and
hacked bodies. The dead woman they had found early on had given them a scare
until they rolled her over and found the face of a stranger.
Now there was
nothing more to go on other than the occasional dead monster and Angel’s
insistence that they were on the right path.
Every room was a battle.
Skeletons, zombies, vampires, and various other citizens of hell greeted
them around every corner.
“All right, no goodies
this go round.” Xander announced. “Let’s hit the road.”
“We need to rest.”
Angel told him.
“We don’t have time
to rest!
“Let’s go.” Buffy
climbed slowly to her feet.
“We won’t do Willow
any good if we die before we get to her.”
Tossing the annoying cloak over his shoulder, Angel stood up and
steadied her with a hand on her waist.
“Just – “ For a moment the desperation and fear showed through
Xander’s usual bravado. “Just a little farther. Please.”
Angel nodded. “But
we need to rest. Soon.”
“We will.” Xander
led them out through the archways and into the corridor. It split off in two directions and Angel grabbed him
before he could turn to the left.
“This way.”
“What makes you
think she went that way?” Looking down the right passage, Xander shook his
head. “It’s darker that way.”
“Because she went
this way.” Turning away from Xander and Buffy, Angel started down the corridor.
“I can smell her.”
“You can – what?”
Xander turned to Buffy. “He can smell
her?”
“Vamp, remember? Great
sense of smell.” She’d figured out early on that Angel’s insistence on the
direction they were traveling was because he was following
Xander took the
lead, using a magical object to scan ahead of them for traps and pitfalls.
“Moving on now.”
Buffy caught
Angel’s hand as they walked along, and his cool fingers squeezed hers
comfortingly. The one good thing about this particular trip to hell was that
Angel looked good in his sword and sorcery fashions. The chain mail vest
accented his broad chest and shoulders, and the tight leather pants accented –
she looked up to see him grinning down at her.
“See anything you
like?”
“Um…” Her face
turned red and she gulped. “So… what does Willow smell like?”
“Cinnamon. Spicy.”
“What do I smell
like?”
“Pure and good.” He
dipped his head down to breathe in her scent. “Fiery.”
“I smell like
smoke?” A frown crinkled her nose. “That’s sexy.”
“Everyone has a
base scent.
“I get it. Like
Earth, Wind, and Fire.” Nodding her head, she ticked off the elements. “I’ll
have to check out their albums.”
Angel could never
quite figure out if Buffy was really this clueless or if it was just an act.
She was too intelligent to be as dense as she seemed sometimes. He settled for
pulling her close and kissing her cheek.
One cool hand
cupped her cheek and tipped her head so that his lips could move down along her
throat. His head jerked up suddenly. “Wait.”
“What?” Xander
stopped and turned to look at him.
“Shh…” He laid a
finger over Buffy's lips before she could speak. “I hear something.”
Straining, Buffy
listened but heard nothing. Xander tilted his head, but it was obvious that he
didn’t hear anything either. Angel slid the long sword out of the scabbard on
his back. Motioning for them to be ready, he led them down the corridor.
As they approached
a doorway, Buffy could hear the sounds of battle. Screams and shouting, the
roar of fire, and a voice chanting.
Xander held up a
hand as Angel started to open the door. “Wait. That’s some kind of fire spell.”
“And?” Angel could
smell
“And fire spells
usually travel in a wall or a circle out from the spell caster.” Xander made a
sweeping motion with his hands. “If we go in, we could get fried.”
“He’s right.” Buffy
laid a hand on Angel’s arm. “We won’t do Willow any good if we’re crispy
critters.”
They stood for an
eternity of minutes waiting for the crackle and roar of fire to stop.
Xander met the
first one with his sword through its chest, dropping it to its knees where he
could easily take its head off. Buffy sliced through another vamp and he
exploded into dust. Angel grabbed the last one, twisting her around and pinning
her against the wall.
Buffy looked up to
see Angel’s beautiful face morph into game face as he sank his fangs into the
vamp’s throat. The female struggled with him, but he was far stronger than she
was, and he jerked her head to one side to bare her throat. Repulsed and
fascinated at the same time, Buffy
watched him feed off the struggling vampire. His eyes closed and a look
of total rapture covered his face. He was grinding his body against hers and
growling, thrusting between her spread legs in a blatant parody of sex.
A twinge of
jealousy went through Buffy. For a moment, she wanted to be the vampire, wanted
to feel Angel’s body crushing hers, his fangs buried in her throat, feeding off
of her. Her skin grew hot as she
imagined him between her legs and moving against her. Inside
of her.
Angel threw the
drained vampire from him and sliced her head off. Taking the wine flask from
his belt, he rinsed his mouth out. The blood of another vampire wasn’t the
best, but it would help take the edge off his hunger. He looked up to see Buffy
staring at him. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She
held out her hand to him. “I understand.”
Taking her hand, he
lifted it to his lips. He could smell her arousal and let a smile lift the
corner of his mouth. Her scent reassured him far more than her words ever
could.
Xander rushed into
the room, sword raised in case any vampires were still inside. “Don’t worry,
Willow! We’re here to – “
“Save you.” He
finished weakly.
“
“Yeah, well, at
first I was really scared.” She stood up and hugged Xander. “But I know spells!
Lots of them! And my stick – er, staff has more, and – “ She
stood up on tiptoe to hug Angel. “Angel, hey.”
“Okay, so
“I don’t think it’s
going to be that simple.” Angel told her.
“I’ve been trying
to figure out how to get out of here.”
“Probably a typical
town or village.” Xander looked around the room they were in. “You really need
to dust in here, Will.”
“Oh, vamps.”
“I am, Willow.”
Buffy hugged her again.
“We can rest here.”
Angel was making a careful circuit of the room. “Two doors so we won’t be
trapped. They open in so we can block them shut.”
“Oh, and I can do
warding spells!”
“Set it up.” Angel ordered. “You and Xander will sleep on
that side of the room, Buffy and I on the other.”
“Excuse me? Who
died and made you boss of the sleeping arrangements?” Xander asked. “Why not
girls on one side and boys on the other?”
“We’re the
strongest, so one of us with one of them.” Angel looked Xander over and smiled.
“And you’re not my type.”
“Aren’t you cold?”
“Cold, very.” Buffy
envied
“Thanks! It’s hard
to run in, though.” She took the cubes out of her pouch, there were four black
and four white. Going to one corner of the room, she began to chant.
“Spirit of the east
Birth of the day
Protect me from
evil!”
Touching a black
cube to a white one, she set them carefully on the floor as they flared with
light.
She moved to the
next corner.
“Spirit of the
south
Ascent of the day
Protect me from
evil!”
With a snap, a black
cube and white flared together.
“Spirit of the west
Descent of the day
Protect me from
evil!”
With the third set
of joined blocks, a glow began to pulse around the edges of their vision.
“Spirit of the
north,
Death of the day
Protect me from
evil!”
The last joining of
the cubes brought an arcing of power from one corner of the room to the other
until they were surrounded by a pale glow.
“Okay. Whew.”
“That’ll give us
eight hours.” Xander sat down next to her. “Good job, Will. When we get back,
take a few shiny medals out of petty cash.”
“Thanks. This is
kinda fun.” Her smile faded. “Except for the monsters and dead bodies.”
“Here.” Angel
handed Buffy a piece of jerky from his belt pouch. “I don’t really need this.”
“Oh, jerky!”
“You brought
magic.” Angel handed her a piece of jerky.
“And so I did.” She
munched happily on the jerky.
“Isn’t this just too much fun?” Xander sat down. Opening
his backpack, he pulled out two small globes. They began to glow softly as he
set them on the floor. “All we need are s’mores and spooky stories.”
“Let’s pass on the
spooky stories.”
“Giles and Jenny
are working on the research end.” Buffy told her as she washed down jerky with
a drink from the wine flask Angel handed her. “And we came into the game to
help keep you alive until they figure out how to get us out.”
“This is getting us
nowhere.” Jenny rubbed her eyes. “The code is just a simple translocation
spell, and only if you’re willing to be translocated.”
“There has to be
some way to bring them back.” Giles threw the game manual aside.
“I’m going to
install the game on another computer.”
“Jenny, no, it’s
much too dangerous.”
“Nothing happened
until they actually started the game.” She put the CD into another computer.
“Let’s go through the install sequence and see if anything shows up there.”
Leaning on the back
of her chair, Giles watched anxiously as the different boxes appeared on the
screen and a gauge showed the files read and copied.
A big gray box with
tiny print appeared. Jenny impatiently clicked a small box labeled ‘I agree’
and it vanished. “Wait! What was that?”
“Just the terms.
Nothing important.” She shook her head.
“Wait, go back.”
“Okay.” Shrugging,
she hit the back button. “It’s just the standard terms.”
“All rights… agree
not to distribute…” Giles read the tiny print as it scrolled by. “You agree to
willingly sacrifice your soul to Bilgatz.”
“Oh
my God!”
“Are those standard
terms?” He said sarcastically.
“Of
course not, Rupert!” She
retorted. “It’s just that – no one ever reads this stuff.”
“Perhaps they
should start.” Picking up the CD case, he looked it over. “Dear heavens.”
“What?”
“Number
2,347 of 10,000.”
Jenny’s face paled.
“We have to stop him.”
“I know. I just
hope we can save Buffy and the others while we’re at it.”
“Ready?”
“Are you kidding
me?” Cordelia rolled her eyes. “After vampires and demons, a rent-a-cop is
nothing.”
“Yes, well.” Giles tucked
his glasses into his shirt pocket. “Vampires don’t have guns as a rule.”
Jenny had tracked
down the location of the software company that had produced the game. A small
building on the edge of Sunnydale. No one was surprised. The Hellmouth attracted
all kinds of demonic activity. Computer based or otherwise.
The door was
guarded by a single man. He was leaning against the doorframe and smoking a
cigarette.
“One second.” Jenny
opened a small pouch and poured a handful of something red into her palm. “Let
me take care of this one.”
Giles and Cordelia
watched as Jenny walked up to the guard. He threw the cigarette down and
dropped a hand to his gun. Jenny blew the dust in his face and he slumped to
the ground.
“Very nice.” Giles
opened the door.
“I’ll take this.”
Jenny pulled the guard’s gun out of his holster. “Just in case.”
Inside, the factory
was dark, the offices closed and locked. A sound of machinery drifted down a
long corridor. Moving quickly, they found themselves overlooking a group of people
working at packaging CDs.
“We have to stop
them.” Giles whispered. “If they get enough souls to free Bilgatz, he’ll be
free to terrorize our dimension once again.”
“We need to find
the program so I can alter the code.” Jenny pointed at an office just off the
work floor. “There’s someone in there.”
“The programmer?”
Giles asked.
“Not likely.” She
shrugged. “But in this case, who knows?”
“We need a
diversion.” Frowning, he looked around the factory. He jumped as the fire alarm
went off.
The people working
hurriedly shut down the machinery and started moving for the fire exit. A
chubby young man rushed out of the office and followed them outside.
“So let’s move
already.” Cordelia hissed as she crept back to where Giles and Jenny were hiding.
“Good job,
Cordelia.” Giles moved quickly down the stairs to the fire door. With
Cordelia’s help, he wedged the door handle so that it couldn’t be opened.
“That’ll hold them for a few minutes.”
“Yeah. ‘Till they
come in the front door.” Cordelia huffed. “Why do I keep getting involved with
you freaks?”
“Out of your sense
of civic duty, one would assume.”
“Whatever.”
In the office,
Jenny was busy at the computer. “I think I can get into the game code.” She
said as Giles and Cordelia came into the office.
“Good.” Cordelia
looked at Giles. “That is good, right?”
“That depends on if
we can help
“What?” She gaped
at him. “Excuse me! I’m not here to do physical labor!”
“Cordelia, the file
cabinet is very heavy.” He explained. “I need your help to move it.”
“I might break a
nail.”
“And they might
bash your skull in if we don’t keep them out of here.”
“Fine.” She pushed at the heavy cabinet. “But this is
the last time I help you people.”
“Rupert!” Jenny
called excitedly. “I’m in!”
Buffy shifted
closer to Angel. After a dinner of jerky and wine, she and Angel had settled on
one side of the room, with Xander and
Angel had pulled
off the hated cloak and draped it over her, then lay down next to her. With a
respectable distance between them. The distance had been steadily narrowing.
They had both reached out to touch the other’s face and hair and to hold hands.
Gradually, they had inched close enough to kiss.
“This is almost
like a sleepover.” Buffy whispered.
“Do you usually
sleep in a fur bikini?” Angel slipped a finger down between her breasts and
tugged on the bikini top. “If so, I’m coming over to spend the night.”
Her skin tingled
where his cool fingers touched her. Nibbling at his bottom lip, she wrapped her
arms around his neck and pressed closer.
Sliding his hand
down her back, Angel pulled her tighter to him. His cloak tangled between them
and he tugged it up and over both of them. Her tongue teased along his lips
until he opened his mouth for her. His cock hardened as her hot tongue swirled
inside his cool mouth.
The chain mail vest
Angel wore resisted Buffy's efforts to get her hands under it. He chuckled
softly at her little grunt of frustration. Catching and sucking her tongue, he
slid a hand down her thigh to pull her leg up over his hip.
Shivers of fire
spread through her as a big hand cupped her ass and pulled her hard against him
as he arched forward. The hardness pressing into her sent fresh shivers chasing
through her. Tangling her fingers into his thick hair, she kissed him harder,
thrusting her tongue urgently into his mouth.
Breaking the kiss,
she moved her mouth along his face to nibble on his ear. He growled softly and
thrust his leg between her thighs. Both of his hands were on her ass, clutching
her to him as he ground himself against her body.
When Buffy's teeth
bit down on his throat, another growl rumbled up from his belly, and he slid a
hand down under the waistband of her bikini bottom searching hungrily for warm,
bare flesh.
“Hey! Knock it
off!”
Buffy jumped as Xander’s
shout echoed across the room. She buried her red face in Angel’s neck.
Xander yelped as
Angel chuckled as
Buffy's face warmed his neck. “I’ll try to keep the growling down.”
“Why are you –
“Xander sat up. “Are you biting her?”
Turning, Angel
looked solemnly at the younger man for a moment. “Not now.”
“Good.” He lay down
before popping back up. “But you – “
“He’s kidding.”
“Sorry.” Angel
murmured in Buffy's ear as he settled back down next to her.
“No big.” She
kissed the red spot on his neck where she’d nipped him. “Embarrassment is good
for the soul, right?”
“You’re asking me?”
He rolled onto his back and pulled her against his side.” Don’t be embarrassed.
We wouldn’t have done anything anyway.”
Buffy laid her head
on his chest and moved her hand in slow circles over his stomach. “Angel, do
you – will we?”
“Yes, but not
here.” He kissed her temple. “Someplace nice – special. Maybe we’ll go away
somewhere.”
“A hotel?” That
didn’t sound very romantic.
“We’ll have candles
and soft music and maybe rose petals scattered across the bed.” His eyes closed
and he snuggled into her warmth. “Moonlight coming in through the windows.”
“That sounds
beautiful.” She yawned suddenly. “When?”
“When
you’re ready.”
“When is that?”
He smiled and
kissed her temple again. “Soon, I’m thinking. But not yet.”
“I’m not sure I’ll
know.” Buffy yawned again. “How will I know?”
Angel bit his lip
to keep from laughing. “Trust me, you’ll know.”
Nuzzling Angel’s
ear, she whispered. “Should we tell Xander you’ve already bitten me?”
“Better not.” He
could imagine Xander’s reaction – make that everyone’s reaction – to the
information that he occasionally tasted Buffy in the throes of passion. “I
don’t want to wake up with a stake through my heart.”
“Stakes… bad…”
Angel tucked the
edges of his cloak around Buffy as she fell asleep. He could absorb and reflect
her body heat but she wouldn’t be as warm as she would have been with a living
person. Like Xander. Not that Xander would be living for long if the boy tried
sleeping cuddled up with his mate. “I
love you, Buffy.” He whispered softly.
Angel woke instantly
as the protective wards snapped off. “Buffy.”
“I’m awake.” She
sat up and rubbed her eyes. “God, I feel good! Maybe I should sleep on stone
floors more often.”
Rising to his feet,
he noticed that he felt completely rejuvenated. “This is strange. I should be
hungry.”
Xander nudged
“No, it’s looking
at me…”
“Wake up, Will.”
Xander shook her shoulder. “No frogs.”
“Gaa!”
Buffy stretched. “I
feel good. Like I slept for a week.”
“I didn’t sleep
very well.” Angel said. “But I feel
completely rested.”
“See, the way the
game works, is that you sleep – you’re fully rested and ready to rock.” Xander
pulled a handful of jerky out a pouch on his belt and offered a piece to Buffy
and to
“That was purring.”
Buffy looped an arm around Angel’s waist. The first time she and Angel had
gotten down to serious smooching, she’d discovered that vampires could, and
did, purr.
“Whatever.” Xander
shot Angel a dirty look. “We sleep, therefore we’re rested.”
“I hate to be a big
poop.”
“Giles and Jenny
are working from the outside.” Buffy slid her sword out of her scabbard and
held it up. “I say we work from the inside.”
“All for one.”
Xander held up his sword to hers.
Angel hesitated a
moment before drawing his broadsword and touching it to theirs. “And one for
all.”
“But I get to be
Charlie Sheen.” Xander joked.
A shimmer in the
air caught their attention and they backed away from it.
The shimmer grew
and wobbled. It vanished abruptly and a small item clattered to the floor.
Xander approached
it cautiously. “It’s a scroll.” He picked it up.
“Be careful.”
“It’s not magical,
Will. Just a scroll.” He unrolled it. “Oh my God.”
“What? What is it?”
Buffy snatched it away.
We’re working on a way out. Be careful!
“Way to go, Giles.”
She grinned.
“He and Ms.
Calendar must have found a spell or something.”
“Or we’ll keep moving.” Xander waved them
toward the other door. “You can’t sit and wait long in a game,
“Oh, wait!”
“Enemies large
Enemies small,
Let my eye see them
all!”
The stone glowed softly
and then slowly opened to reveal an eyeball. It floated up and out of
“Gaa!” Xander
jumped back as it went past him. “And gaa, yet again!”
“I can see what it
sees.” She told him. “It’s neat. But yeah, kinda up there on the whole ‘gaa’
scale.”
“But kinda cool.”
Buffy told her. “That can see ahead of us? Tell us if there’s any nasty
monsters?”
“It’s like this
picture in my head. I can see what’s around the corner.” The redhead tilted her
head to one side. “No monsters, but there’s a dead end and a door.”
“Useful gaa, then.”
Xander started down the corridor once again.
“I like the spells
here.”
“Short is good.”
Buffy nodded. “Nothing like an epic poem when an ugly’s chasing you.”
Xander paused at
the door. “Let’s see….” He listened intently for a moment. “Sounds like
somebody’s home. Quiet or noisy?”
“Noisy.” Angel
said. “Catch them by surprise.”
Xander kicked the
door open and rushed into the room, startling the skeletons that were milling
aimlessly about. “Follow me, boys!” He yelled as he backpedaled.
Early on, it had
become obvious that Angel was the true warrior of the group. He stood just outside
the doorway and neatly hacked each skeleton in half with a grim efficiency.
When the last skull hit the floor, he stepped over the pile of bones and
entered the room cautiously.
While Buffy and
“Healing potion,
healing potion.”
“Good magic?” Buffy
set aside a handful of gold coins.
“It’s a recharging
potion.”
“Good magic then.”
Holding up a large ruby necklace, Buffy examined the fist sized stone. “Wow!
Gaudy much?”
“Let me see.”
Xander ran his fingers over the jewel. “Eye of Fire. Give it to
“But I found it.”
Buffy pouted. “It’s my pretty.”
“And for
“Oh.” She handed it
over. “Yours.”
“Thanks.”
“Here.” Xander
handed Buffy a pair of large armlets. “These are better than the ones you have
on.”
“And
all silvery too.” She
stripped off her armlets and put on the new ones.
“Guys.” Angel warned them. “What’s that?”
They looked up to
see a blue pulsing disc floating a few feet off the floor.
“Get behind me.”
The disc grew
larger and an opening appeared in the center. Several items fell out. The disc
folded up on itself and vanished.
Xander stepped
outside the circle of protection and cautiously approached the items. One was a
scroll that he handled carefully before opening. “Hey – we have mail!”
Dropping the
protection spell,
The demon Bilgatz is collecting willing souls
through the game. You must stop him before he breaks free.
His weakness is in his second eye. It is hidden
inside his stomach. You must make him open his stomach to use the eye.
We’re trying to send you weapons to help destroy
him.
Be careful and hurry!
A map was drawn at
the bottom of the scroll.
“Good job, Giles.”
Buffy looked over
“Don’t forget Ms.
Calendar.” She handed the scroll to Xander. “They make a good team.”
“Looks like they
laid a path out for us.” Angel pointed out the lines on the map.
“Not exactly a
straight line.” Frowning, Xander traced the path with a fingertip.
“Probably skirting
us around the worst of the monsters.” One of the items on the floor caught
Angel’s attention. He picked up a leather scabbard and slid the sword out. He
felt power tingling through his fingers.
“Ooh… may I?”
Xander ran his hand over the hilt. “Very nice. This is a bad ass sword.”
“Is that the
official name?” Buffy pouted. “How come I don’t get a shiny new sword?”
“You get a shiny new
crossbow.” Xander handed her a small bow loaded with a single cross bolt.
“Magic arrow. You shoot it and it comes back.”
The pout was
irresistible and Angel leaned down to kiss Buffy. “You could have it, but I
think it’s too much for you to handle.”
“You don’t think I
can handle your sword?” She grinned impishly up at him.
“Well, you’ve done
– “
“Stop!” Xander
interrupted Angel. “No more double entendres! Mental images bad! Bad!”
“Come on, guys.”
“Wow. Get on with
your bad self,
Giles and Cordelia
pulled another file cabinet over in front of the door. The pounding from the
other side was growing louder.
“If I can just
clear the monsters from their path…” Jenny frowned at the lines of code. “They
can move faster.”
“Yes, faster would
be good.” Giles pushed his glasses up.
“This is
fascinating. Somehow, they set up a pocket dimension to funnel the souls to
him.” She shook her head in admiration at the combination of computer code and
magic. “I gave them some weapons and a map. It’s the best I can do.”
“Why don’t we just
shut the computer off?” Cordelia asked. “Or delete all the code?”
“We don’t know what
might happen, Cordelia.” Leaning back against the cabinets, Giles lent his
weight to keeping Bilgatz minions out. “If it really is a pocket dimension,
they could be trapped there forever.”
“At least I
wouldn’t have to do this stuff anymore.” The brunette shot back. “The weirdness
quotient tripled when Buffy came to Sunnydale. I swear, sometimes I wish – “ She shrieked as an axe head burst through the door panel
above their heads.
“Ah… Jenny?” Giles
turned to her. “Do hurry, please.”
“Uh – big doggy
things!”
“How many?” Angel
asked.
“Lots – ooh –
they’re ugly.” She shivered. “Like the winged monkeys? But scaly and claws and
– “ She curled her fingers into claws. “All grr!”
“Could be any
number of minor demons.” Angel shrugged. “Usually not too bright.”
“There’s like
twenty or maybe more.” Frowning,
“We can try the
doorway trick.” Xander suggested.
“No, wait.” She put
her hand on his arm. “Let me do something first. I think I can take most of
them out.”
“Be careful, Will.”
Buffy gave her a hand a quick squeeze.
“You know
Squaring her
shoulders,
“Rain of marble
Hail of stone
Strike my foes
And bring them
down!”
From her fingertips
flew a blizzard of stones that sliced through the demons, decimating their numbers. The few that survived
were easy prey for Buffy's magic arrow and Angel and Xander’s swords.
“Nice trick,
“I wish.” She
flexed her fingers.
“Okay, this is it.”
Xander pointed out the large, ornate door at the other end of the room.
Buffy stood on
tiptoe and pressed a kiss to Angel’s soft, cool lips. He ran his hand over her
hair. “Ready?”
“Ever ready.”
“Let’s lock and
load, gang.” Xander kicked open the door. “God, I love doing that!”
Inside the found
the demon sprawled obscenely on a throne made of human body parts. Robed
acolytes were kneeling in front of him and chanting. “Who dares?” He roared.
“Oh, wait. I’ve
seen this movie.” Xander mocked. “It doesn’t end well for you.”
“He’s ugly.”
“Kill them!”
Bilgatz gestured in their direction. His worshipers scrambled up and ran at the
group.
A wall of fire
roared up directly in front of her. Angel stepped back involuntarily and Buffy
caught his arm before he could step outside the protective ward. He was
trembling and his features morphed into his vampire face as the demon inside
him panicked at the sight of the flames climbing up to touch the ceiling.
“Easy.” Buffy
slipped an arm around his waist. Her own fear was choking her as the flames
wrapped snugly around the silver circle protecting them. Sweat trickled down
her face from the heat.
Above the scent of
fear came the stench of burning flesh and the screams of Bilgatz’ minions as
they died.
The flames died
down to reveal Bilgatz standing before his throne, singed but otherwise unhurt.
With a scream of fury, he threw himself at them.
“How do we get to
the second eye?” Xander asked.
“By taking out the
first one.” Buffy raised the crossbow and pulled the trigger.
The arrow pierced
the large eye, splattering ichor over the demon’s face. It staggered and almost
fell.
Angel’s silver
sword bit deeply into the demon’s neck and yellow blood spurted out. Smoke rose
up where it splattered onto the floor. Pulling the blade free, Angel swung
again, but the demon rolled away.
Xander was waiting
and brought his own sword down into the demon’s body. He jumped back as it
swung blindly at him with one clawed hand.
“Oh, look at the
widdle blind demon.” Buffy taunted. “Hey, let’s play Marco Polo, you’re it!”
“Die!” Bilgatz
struggled to his feet. His stomach peeled open to reveal an eye the size of a
basketball.
“Sorry, I’ve
already put my Christmas gifts on layaway.” Buffy pulled the trigger on the bow
once more.
The arrow hit the eye
dead center, but Angel decided not to take any chances. Plunging his sword into
the eye, he twisted it viciously. Bilgatz fell, screaming and roaring in agony.
Buffy backed into
the protective circle of Angel’s arms and buried her face in his throat as the
screaming hit an overwhelming crescendo.
“Jenny! Do hurry!”
“Rupert, I can’t do
anything!” Jenny told him. “All we can do is wait!”
The axe bit through
the door again and a chunk of wood ripped loose as it was pulled back.
“Windows!” Running to the windows, Cordelia tore the
blinds down.
“At this point,
retreat is the better part of valor.” Pushing the window open, Giles helped Cordelia
crawl outside. “Jenny, come here!”
“One
more second!” She was
typing frantically.
“Now!” He watched as someone reached a hand in and
groped for the door handle.
“Got it! Locked them out!” With one last tap at the keyboard, Jenny
pushed away from the desk and ran to the window.
Giles helped her
out and crawled outside just as the office door burst open. Catching Jenny’s
hand, he ran for where they’d parked her car.
The screaming stopped
suddenly, and they found themselves in the computer lab. Buffy held onto Angel
for support. “Where’s
“The library?”
Xander ran out of the classroom and they followed him to the library.
“From now on – “ Xander collapsed into a chair. “No more demony computer games.”
“You okay?” Angel
dipped his head down to lay his cheek against Buffy's.
“Yeah.” She raised a hand to touch his cool cheek.
“A little weirded out, but okay.”
The library doors
opened and Giles, Jenny, and Cordelia walked in.
“
“We’re all fine.”
“Buffy?” Giles held
a hand out to her.
“We killed it.” She
squeezed his fingers. “One less demon baddie.”
“Good, good.” He
smiled at her. “But let’s restrict the dimensional slaying to our own dimension
from now on, shall we?”
“Hey, from now on,
no away games.” She assured him. “The demons can come to me.”
“Uh… Buffy…”
“Well, you know
what I mean.” She grinned impishly up at Angel. “Wanna walk me home?”
“Love to.”
“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”
Joyce
sat on the stairs and listened to Angel’s soft voice. He was sitting on her
sofa, reading from a slim volume of poetry and idly running his fingers through
Buffy's hair. Buffy was lying with her head in his lap, her eyes closed and a
smile on her lips.
“One
shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every golden tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.”
She
smiled as she realized he’d changed ‘raven tress’ to golden. This boy – no,
this man – was no first year college student. He was older, too old for her
daughter. Joyce felt her heart soften as Angel laid his jacket over Buffy, then kissed his fingertips before pressing them to her lips.
Angel obviously loved Buffy; it was there in the way he spoke to her and the
way his dark eyes followed her.
“And on
that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!”
Another smile crossed her face as she remembered her own first love. Hopefully,
things would end better for Buffy. Getting up, she looked again at her
beautiful child. Not that she would trade Buffy for anything, even if she could
do things differently. She moved quietly back up the stairs.
Angel
listened to Joyce’s footsteps and the gentle click of her door shutting. For a
moment, he’d thought she would come down and tell him to leave. Not that he
couldn’t get back in through Buffy's window.
“Hey,
poetry boy.” A small warm hand slid up over his chest and into his hair to tug
him down. “If you’re going to stop reading, then kiss me.”
“Hmm…
let me think… kissing or poems?” He laughed softly at her pout. “Kissing is
good.”
“Uh
hum…” Buffy sighed as the cool lips brushed hers. “Kissing is good.”
“Very
good.” Angel whispered against her lips.
I've noticed other writers doing a DVD type commentary so I thought I'd try one. The devil's in the details as they say.
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