"Immortal Beloved..." CXXIV...



PG-13



Disclaimer: If ya are fan-fic writers, where's your disclaimers? Disclaimers? We ain't got no disclaimers...I don' need to show you no stinkin'...No, Joss, no...I make no claims, put that thing down!

It's all yours and ME's...

Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...

Summary: Though the standard IB format, one of (124) versions of events following the end of Angel S5 episodes from "Girl in Question" through to "Not Fade Away" and beyond... (Not a continuous story, though some are multipart...)

Archived (soon) at the 'Normal' Buffyverse page of the Buffy Rebecca verse at -https://www.angelfire.com/zine2/buffyrebecca/index.html, scroll down to "Immortal Beloved" series ...

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Senzafine

[Music: Coti Zelati / Lyrics: Scabbia / Ferro]

[Adapted English translation:]



"My time flows slowly

gliding upon the veil of my naked skin

If I'd not overstepped the borderline given me

maybe I would not be here



Now what's the sense

of trying to embrace a purer past

Looking forward I will risk

but I will answer my questions



All that we'll be

It was already written

If he truly exists

God has failed



Every spoken word

will be the mirror of your sorrow

will reflect the fault

will feed the hatred



Beloved

My fate choose

For you I still resist



For you I'm still standing up in this moment

of pure madness

I understand no longer if I should wish for good or evil

Even if sin maybe gave me more



Now what's the sense

of opposing resistance to a settled destiny

But I will manage to withstand



Awake me

O...Beloved



My fate choose

For you I will resist



Awake me

It isn't choice without you

It isn't life without you"



"Don't stop it..." harshly...

"It's not exactly the original Italian..." Andrew paused, pulling his finger back from the tape player while eyeing the silent figure in the hospital bed... "But that's the note..."

"I see..." a quiet tone... "And that was the last...?"

"We lost all contact through our agent after that...Until she showed in Rome, claiming everything'd gone well in Austria...No mention of the note..."

"Andrew...I should kill you..." the same quiet tone... "If you'd told me when we came to Rome..."

"She'd've killed me...And you'd be dead...Maybe both of you..." Andrew sighed... "She thought she could handle him...So I did...But I didn't know what she was doing...I thought it was all part of the Chairman's plan...Not a deal of her own...I knew she loved you but I never thought..."

"She'd risk cutting a deal with a Partner to save me...And now..."

"I don't know exactly what's happened...But whoever or whatever the Immortal sent back to Rome that day...It's not the Buffy we know...However much she may seem..."

"She's not dead, Andrew...I'd know..."

"I don't think she is either...But this..." Andrew tapped the note... "It's obviously a message...She barely altered the lyrics of the song...She must have figured if our agent was stopped, no one would be too suspicious..."

"Yeah...He has her...And is trying to break her..."

"But...This is Buffy Summers...What could the Immortal have that...?"

"He had me of course...She didn't fight, isn't fighting, because he'd've had his buddies here destroy me...Andrew, why should I trust you?...It's much easier to believe you're the deception..." steady look...

Stare back...Ummn...

"Give me a reason...A good one...Right now..." return to the quiet tone...But a definite trace of menace...

"I...If I was lying I could have just had you dusted when you were brought here...Or if I was part of the plot, just let her come to you and finish you off..."Andrew, hurriedly, gulping a bit...But steady in his return look...

He has learned some Ripper from ole Giles...William thought...Nodding...

"Good enough...Though it's this..." he took the note from Andrew's hand... "...and my gut that I mostly believe..."

"We don't have much time, William...She'll be suspicious if I keep her from you while you're still here...I've got to get you out..."

"Is it her?...Her body?...Or can I kill her?...What am I dealing with, Wells?..."

Kill her?...Andrew involuntarily stared at the flat sheet under which a missing leg should have been...

"It's her...But..."

Voices in the hall...



"Well?..."

"I can't say more now...I don't know whom to trust here...Look, we have to get you safely to England where my people..."

"You have 'people' now?..."

"Spike...We can't trust anyone here...I can't risk saying more...But I'm going to get you out..."

"Right..." he nodded... "Thanks..." Andrew nodding back, rose...

"Leave the tape too, please..."

Ummn... "Will...Someone might..."

"It's all she has...All she's clinging to...I don't care, Wells...I have to have it...So long as I hear it, I can feel her..."

"Please, Andrew..."

Andrew sighed but handed him the player...

"Try to keep it hidden, Spike...Especially from her if she manages to reach you...See you in England..."

"Right...Thanks..."

The first faint strains reaching Andrew as he went out into the corridor where Council staff and a few of the local Slayers hurried about...

Awake...William whispered, listening...

Awake...O, Beloved...



(A little extra scene for the opening of "You Only Live Thrice...")

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