RATING: NC-17 for B/Aus sex.
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Passion. It lies in all of us.
"He was in my room."
"Who?"
"Angelus. He was in my room last night."
Giles walked out from behind the check-in counter and
walked over to Buffy and the entire gang, seated at
the table. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. When I woke up, I found a-a.. picture he'd
left me on my pillow." Buffy crossed her arms across
her chest, mind flashing back to the image of carnal
embrace Angelus had captured on the thick, yellowed
paper.
"A visit from the pointed-tooth fairy." Xander
quipped.
"Wait, I thought vampires couldn't come in unless you
invited them in." Cordelia said, confused.
"Yes, but, uh, once you've invited them in, thereafter
they're, they're always welcome." Giles explained.
"Y'know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for
you gals here about inviting strange men into your
bedrooms." Xander chided gently.
"Oh, God!" Cordelia cried suddenly, "I invited him in
my car once. That means he can come into my car
whenever he wants."
"Yep, you're doomed to havin' to give him and his vamp
pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys
never chip in for gas." Xander tried to make light of
the situation.
"Giles, there has to be some sort of spell to reverse
the invitation, right? Like a barrier, kind of thing?"
Willow asked, ever thinking ahead.
"Yeah, that works for a car, too?"
"We can’t let Angelus get to her again. Not after-"
Willow was silenced by a look from Buffy.
"Not after what?" Giles prodded.
"Nothing. It’s just, it freaks me out, him being so
close to her." Willow replied hurriedly.
"Yes, well, I-I-I could check on my books....."
* * * * *
"So Angel has decided to step up his harassment of
you?"
"By sneaking in her room and leaving stuff at night?
Why doesn't he just slit her throat or strangle her
while she's sleeping or cut her heart out? What? I'm
trying to help." Cordelia stated tactlessly.
"Yes. Uh, uh, look, it's-it's classic battle strategy
to throw one's opponent off his game. He-he-he's just
trying to provoke you. Uh, to taunt you, to, to goad
you into, uh, some mishap of some sort." Giles agreed.
"The nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah approach to battle?"
Xander sang, miraculously on key.
"Yes, Xander, once more you've managed to boil a
complex thought down to its simplest possible form."
Giles observed.
"Giles, Angel once told me that when he was obsessed
with Drusilla, the first thing h-he did was to kill
her family." Buffy shuddered, instead thinking of the
approach he was already taking with her. Her inner
muscles clenched unwillingly.
"Your mom." Xander caught onto her wave of thought.
"I know. I'm gonna have to tell her something." Buffy
sat down and looked at her watcher in askance. "The
truth?"
"No. You-you-you-you can't do that." Giles stuttered,
ever the vigilant watcher.
"Yeah. The more people who know the secret, the more
it cheapens it for the rest of us." Xander added.
"But I've gotta tell her something. I've gotta do
something. Giles, Angel has an all-access pass to my
house, and I'm not always there when my mother is. I
can't protect her."
"I told you I will find a-a spell." Giles replied,
trying to be on top of the situation.
"What about until you find a spell?" Buffy asked,
frustrated.
"Until then, you and your mother are welcome to ride
around with me in my car."
"Buffy, I-I understand your concern, but it's
imperative that you keep a level head through all
this." Giles reminded, in a very English manner.
"That's easy for you to say. You don't have Angel
lurking in your bedroom at night...." Buffy faltered,
remembering what else he was capable of.
"I know how hard this is for you." Buffy gave Giles a
look. "All right, I don't. But as the Slayer, you
don't have the luxury of being a slave to your, your
passions. You mustn't let Angel get to you. No matter
how provocative his behavior may become."
"So what you're basically saying is, 'just ignore him,
and maybe he'll go away'?" Buffy asked, sighing.
"Yes. Precisely."
* * * * *
"Hicce verbis consensus rescissus est."
Willow and Buffy came walking down the stairs to the
hall, reciting and spraying herbs over the house.
Buffy saw Angelus standing behind the now existent
barrier, growling at her. Everything
had been full of lust. Their movements, their touches.
So mindless, so emotionless, so........ empty. But it
was still damn good. Wild, animal sex with the most
powerful being he had ever faced sure had an edge.
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FEEDBACK: I’m holding Angelus hostage until you do!!
TIMELINE: Series veers off after Surprise.
SPOILERS: Season 2.
SUMMARY: The Slayer comes to her senses.
DISTRIBUTION: Knock yourself out.......not literally
though.
DISCLAIMER: OBJ: Owned by Joss.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Here’s where things will go off a
major tangent. Expect some changes.
Sleeping...waiting...
And though unwanted...unbidden... it will stir...open
its jaws, and howl.
It speaks to us... guides us...
Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice
do we have?
"Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks." Buffy said, coming
up to him and slamming the door.
Angelus’ threat was deadly silent as he stalked from
the Summers’ porch. "You’ll pay for this, Buffy. And
if I can’t come near you.....there are other ways of
getting close to you."
* * * * *
Jenny sat at her desk typing away at the keyboard, on
the verge of breaking the translation.
"Hello." Giles appeared at the doorway, startling her.
She typed again and the screen changed.
"Oh! Hi." Jenny replied, turning back to him.
"You're working late." Giles observed.
"Special project." She answered cryptically.
"Oh." Giles said, not completely understanding.
"I spoke to Buffy today."
"Oh! Yes?" Giles sat on her desk, intrigued.
"Mm. She said you missed me."
"Well, uh, she's... a meddlesome girl."
"Rupert... Okay, I don't wanna say anything if I'm
wrong, but I may have some news. Now, I need to finish
up here. Could I see you later?"
"Y-yes, yes. Why don’t you meet me back in the
library? I have a few things to do myself."
"Okay."
"Good."
Jenny turned back to the computer and her translation
of the text.
* * * * *
"Willow, good evening." Giles greeted as he stepped
into Buffy’s house.
"Hi. Come on in. Here's the book." Willow handed him
the ritual book.
"Right. I guess I should do my apartment tonight. The
ritual go all right?" Giles inquired.
"Oh, yeah. It went fine. Well, it went fine until
Angel showed up and told Buffy's mom that he and Buffy
had..." Willow trailed off nervously, not sure how to
continue. "Well, you know, that they had... you know.
You do know, right?"
"Oh, yes. Yes. Sorry." Giles apologised, sensing how
uncomfortable Willow was at the mention of the
subject.
"Oh, good, 'cause I just realized that being a
librarian and all, you maybe didn't know." Willow
explained, relieved.
"Oh, thank you. I got it." Giles replied, slightly
offended.
"You would have been proud of her, though. She totally
kept her cool."
Giles and Willow stare at each other nervously, not
sure how to proceed.
"Okay, well, I'll tell Buffy you stopped by." Willow
broke in, trying to usher Giles out.
"Would you, um... Perhaps I should intervene on, on
Buffy's behalf w-w-with her mother. Um, maybe... say
something?" Giles offered awkwardly.
"Sure! Like, what would you say?"
"W... Uh..."
Buffy chose this moment to walk down the stairs. She
spotted her watcher. "Giles. Hi. Did Willow tell you
we did the ritual?"
"Uh, yes, Buffy, she did....." Giles looked to Willow,
unsure of how to open up the sensitive matter. "Uh...
Buffy...... Did you and your mother....."
"It’s totally cool, Giles." Buffy smiled gently as she
recognised the tell-tale signs of Giles-stress. "We
went through and did the talk. Even though she’s in
her room pacing right now, it went alright."
"Oh. Good." Giles exhaled. "Well, I-I best be off
then."
"Where you headed?" Buffy asked.
"To the library, with research." Giles replied
hastily, sensing Buffy’s intentions.
"Good. I’ll go with you."
"Um, well, actually-"
"Giles, we have an extremely irrate Angelus on our
hands, I don’t want you roaming the streets alone."
Giles smiled as he walked out the door and motioned
for her to follow.
"What?" Buffy asked, suspicious of his source of
happiness.
"You used the word irrate."
* * * * *
"Come on, come on..." Jenny begged the screen as it
showed her the progress of her translation.
The progress bar disappeared from the screen and an
english translation scrolled up next to the Romanian
text.
"That's it! It's gonna work! This... will work." Jenny
exclaimed, smiling.
She saved the file and ejected the yellow floppy disk,
placing it near the edge of her desk. She swivelled her
chair around to look over at the printer, checking the
print out. Smiling in satisfaction as she looks up
from her work. She gasped and jumped out of her seat
as
she saw Angelus sitting in a desk at the back of the
classroom.
"Angel..." Jenny stated, moving towards the door. "How
did you get in here?"
"I was invited. The sign in front of the school...
Formatia trans sicere educatorum."
"Enter all ye who seek knowledge." Jenny translated
for him.
Angelus chuckled, "What can I say? I'm a knowledge
seeker."
Jenny backed further away as Angelus advanced on her.
"Angel, I-I-I've got good news."
"I heard. You went shopping at the local boogedy-
boogedy store." He reached her desk and picked up the
glowing sphere. "The Orb of Thesulah. If memory
serves, this is supposed to summon a person's soul...
from the ether... store it until it can be
transferred... You know what I hate most about these
things?" Angelus asked before he threw the orb at the
chalkboard, shattering on impact. "They're so damn
fragile. Must be that shoddy gypsy craftsmanship,
huh?"
Angelus walked over to her desk and jolted the screen
to face him, causing the yellow floppy disk to fall
off the side of the desk, unnoticed by both.
"I never cease to be amazed how much the world has
changed in just two and a half centuries."
Jenny inched to the door only to find that it was
locked.
"It's a miracle to me. You, you put the secrets to
restoring my soul in here..." Angelus pushed the
monitor off her desk, crashing and burning on the
floor. He walked over to the printer, extracting the
print out. "It comes out here. The Ritual of
Restoration. Wow. This, this brings back memories."
Angelus tore it in half as Jenny protested, "Wait.
That's your..."
"Oh, my cure?" Angelus cut in and continued ripping
the paper. "No, thanks. Been there, done that, and
deja vu just isn't what it used to be. My... Isn't
this my lucky day. The computer... and the pages.
Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone."
Angelus grinned as he dropped the print-out into the
fire of the computer, crouching to warm his hands.
"And teacher makes three."
Angelus roared as he jumped and grabbed hold of a
screaming Jenny.
"No!"
Angelus threw her back into the door, breaking it
open. Jenny recovered and began to run down the
deserted hallways.
"Oh, good. I need to work up an appetite first."
Giles and Buffy entered the school halls, having
escorted Willow home earlier. Jenny came running
towards them at full speed.
Giles caught her by the shoulders. "What is it?"
"Angelus." Jenny managed to gasp, gripping onto Giles’
arms for support.
Angelus pulled open the door that Jenny had come
crashing through and stormed towards the three.
"Giles, get Miss Calendar out of here." Buffy
commanded, hastily looking towards the approaching
vamp.
"Buffy, what about you-"
"I’ve got a little unfinished business with him. Go."
Giles and Jenny barely made it out the door as he
reached them, getting cut off by Buffy.
"Going somewhere?"
Angelus growled as Buffy blocked his path again.
"Leave them. I believe we have a deal."
"What?" Angelus asked, not quite sure he was hearing
it right.
"You heard me. We had a deal. You stop killing and
I......well, we......"
"Oh I remember the deal." Angelus smirked at her
obvious discomfort. "What say we go christen the
library table?"
Buffy paled visibly at the request, "But, but that’s
where-"
"I know, lover." Angelus bent and licked her neck
suggestively. "This way you can remember me every,
single day. That is, if you don’t already."
"Oh yeah, like you’re that memorable, Angelus."
Angelus pressed her against the wall and into his
throbbing erection. "Oh I thought I gave you something
to remember, Buff."
Buffy gasped at the action and at the words as the
memories of their last encounter in the boiler room
came crashing into her mind.
"Oh, yeah, I think the Slayer’s good and ready."
Angelus smirked as he dragged Buffy over his shoulder,
cave man style, and made his way over to the library.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Buffy
squealed as she landed hard on the centre of the
library table.
"What Angelus wants," he ripped her flimsy top from
her body, "Angelus gets."
He then removed her short skirt which was promptly
thrown over his shoulder. He stepped back from the
table, drowning her in his gaze. She looked absolutely
exquisite, lying there, resting on both elbows. Her
skin was flushed against her bra and matching panties,
legs accentuated by the boots she still wore.
"Why, Miss Summers. You’re beautiful."
"Shut up and fuck me."
Angelus growled deep in his chest as he disposed of
his clothing and attacked her body. They both kissed
blindly, savagely, Buffy clawing her fingers down his
back as he pinched and sqeezed her breasts between his
hands.
Buffy’s remaining clothing was torn away hurriedly as
both rushed towards full skin to skin contact.
When both were fully naked to each other, Angelus
swiftly entered her full hilt in one motion, eliciting
a moan from Angelus as Buffy was caught open mouthed.
She gripped his shoulders tightly as Angelus braced
himself with both hands on either side of her head.
Buffy bit her lip in perfect silence as Angelus
pistoned his cock in and out of her clenching walls.
Angelus grunted as he began to feel the familiar
hunger building up in him fiercely. He pumped faster
as he brought his mouth to her neck, fangs elongating
as he bit into her.
Buffy inhaled sharply at the double intrusion, her
inner shudders bringing them both to a mind-shattering
orgasm.
* * * * *
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy
of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of
grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we
could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind
of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms,
shuttered and dank...
Without passion, we'd be truly
dead.
Angelus lay within his red satin sheets the next day,
waking from yet another dream of a certain blonde
goddess writhing beneath him. Angelus smirked as he
thought of their latest sexual encounter.
Yet he couldn’t deny that something was missing.
Neither could the annoying voice in his head. Bloody
Nancy Boy. They both still remembered that night of
love-making after the confrontation with the Judge in
the factory and were comparing it to this recent night
of lust in the library. That night had been hot and
heavy, like this one, both Slayer and vampire unable
to deny what they both needed so much. But unlike the
quick fuck on the library table, there was something
else within that first night. Something in the look in
her eyes, the breathlessness of her moan. What the
fuck was it??
"Love, boy-o," answered the voice. "love."