Chapter
Twenty-Four
Who
Goes There?
The stars were out shining
brightly and the crickets were playing their song as Buffy strolled through the
cemetery. She was not as mad as she was at the hospital. She had time to
think about it and she knew that she was just letting her anger control her.
She was still mad at
She knew that her mother
loved her and she believed with all her heart that Angel loved her too.
They did only what they thought was best for her. Yes it still hurt that they
did it but she knew that in the end it didn’t matter.
What mattered was her mom.
She was worried about her, she was worried about Dawn, and she was worried
about her own peace of mind and whether or not she would be able to keep on
enduring this constant flow of bullshit that was repeatedly thrown in her face.
What would she do if her mom
didn’t survive this operation? Yeah she bragged to Angel that she was a mature
adult, but inside she was scared. How would they survive? Who would take care
of them? She could barely take care of herself, was she expected to take care
of Dawn too?
She felt like she was going
to fall apart again, it felt like the world was crashing down on her again and
she was afraid that she was going to let it.
“You’re stronger than that
kid.”
She spun around, recognizing
that voice but not believing it. “Whistler?”
Whistler stepped out of the shadows
a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “You look good kid…a little
skinny, but you still look good.”
“Why am I not surprised,
what are you doing here?”
“You seem a little down so I
thought I would give you some advice.”
“Like the advice you gave
Angel?” She started to get mad thinking of all that Angel had told her and
about how Whistler was a part of the whole thing.
Whistler moved in closer to
her and took a big whiff. “Don’t seem like it was bad advice to me.” He smiled
at her and wiggled his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes at him.
“What do you want Whistler?”
“Geez you two are like two
peas in a pod, never a friendly conversation always right to business.”
“Yeah well with my mom in
the hospital, my sister a mystical key, my estranged lover back in town, and a
hell goddess trying to kill us all, I’m not one for chit chat.”
He laughed, “Yeah I suppose
not. Well I’m here to tell you that things aren’t as bleak as they seem.”
Buffy looked sad as she
turned away from him and sat down on the grass. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“You know Kid I like you,
you got spunk. There’s a fire inside of you that keeps you going, makes you do
the right things.” He waved his hand around, “All this other stuff
doesn’t matter. Don’t lose your focus on what you need to do.”
“I don’t know what that is,”
Buffy said sadly.
He smiled “Geez kid you’re
breaking my heart! Sure you do, you just don’t want to see it.”
“Whistler I don’t know
anything! All I know is that Glory needs the key to get home and that my
sister is that key…I have no idea how to stop her, I don’t even know how she’s
going to do it!”
“Well I guess I can let you
in on some of that. The Powers they sent me…”
“Oh lucky
“Listen kid don’t get
smart…God, just like him. Look I’m going to tell you exactly what I told
Angel, maybe for a different reason, but still it’s the same foundation.
I wonder if you’ll get it sooner then he did.”
Buffy rolled her eyes again
at the demon.
“You’re a slayer, you hunt
vampires, you’ve dealt with apocalypses before what does it always come down
too?”
Buffy answered quickly,
“Power.”
“Mmm, good answer true but
not what I’m looking for.”
Buffy contemplated the demon
thinking about everything Angel told her and about her past experiences and she
knew the answer. She looked up at him, “Blood…it’s always about the
blood.”
Whistler beamed at her. “I
knew it! I knew you were quicker then him.”
Buffy looked very sure of herself,
“Well I am an educated woman of the 21st century.”
“Here…here, I love this
generation of women so hip to what’s going on, so…”
“Whistler, please can you
just tell me.”
“Alright…it’s the blood that
opens the portal Buffy.”
Buffy stood up. “She has to
kill Dawn in order to open the portal.”
“Yeah well the blood opens
it, doesn’t necessarily mean she has to kill her, she just needs her blood.”
“Okay so I just have to make
sure that she doesn’t get it.” Buffy started to pace furiously thinking.
Whistler watched her pacing
with a gleam in his eye. This one had so much power inside of her and the means
to stop everything; she just hadn’t figured it out yet.
Buffy stopped pacing and
turned to him. “Whistler?”
Or maybe she has. “Yeah?”
“How much of me is inside of
Dawn?”
“Well blood is blood kiddo,
it’s not the quantity that counts it’s the quality.”
Buffy looked into his eyes,
she understood what he was saying.
***
When Angel, Spike and Cordy
arrived at the hospital they were confronted with five faces that looked like
the world had already ended. Giles explained that Joyce was still in
surgery and that Buffy left after finding out about Joyce’s visit, which he
already knew. So he left Spike and Cordy at the hospital and headed out to
search for Buffy.
Now he found himself
frantically searching the cemeteries for her, cursing Joyce and Dawn, but once
again, mostly himself. One more thing that he had kept from her, but at
the time he didn’t think it was necessary to bring it up. He figured Joyce
would never tell her so why should he. It was just his bad luck that Dawn
overheard her and Giles talking.
“Damn it, where are
you?”
“Well I am right here stud.”
Angel spun around to the
sound of the sultry voice that answered his question, only to see a stunning
woman with red hair and a very shapely figure. He took a whiff, she wasn’t
human, he took another whiff; she wasn’t a demon either. Ah…the hell
goddess?
Relaxing his posture he
easily slipped into Angelus mode and smirked that half smile that always drove
Buffy nuts. “There you are. The question is…who you are?” He asked quietly.
Glory studied the vampire
and what she saw made her insides turn to mush. He was strikingly gorgeous with
his tall sturdy frame and beautiful dark eyes, and she sensed great power and
strength in him. She wondered what a perfect specimen of a creature was
doing hanging out with that little slayer girl.
After everything that Dreg had
told her she still found it hard to believe that a vampire and vampire slayer
were mates. It was just unheard of and she could only imagine the
disruption that bit of information must have sent throughout those stupid
humans that called themselves watchers. Ah it was really ironic and Glory loved
to see the irony in things, it just made everything seem much more comical.
Well no matter, the Slayer
wouldn’t have him for long, and in a split second she decided that Riley
wouldn’t get what he wanted either, at least not half of it.
She sauntered up to him
smiling, “I’m Glory and you are?” She knew who is was and in fact knew that she
had heard his name before, but she couldn’t quite place it. But she was
never one to give her enemies too much knowledge about herself, so let him
think that she’s ignorant.
Yup, hell bitch. “Angel.”
She cocked her head to the
side. “Pretty name.”
He smiled remembering when
someone else had said the same thing to him. “So I’ve been told.”
She walked up to him and
circled him looking him up and down, admiring his form. “Tell me, why would a
sexy vampire like yourself hang on the slayer’s skirts?”
Angel stood still as she
made her perusal and then stood in front of him. “There’s a lot to be said
about vampire slayers.”
“Oh like what?” She was
wildly curious about them, because she had never actually met one before and
the tall tales of their abilities was very interesting, nominal but
interesting.
He leaned in so they were
eye to eye. “They’re wild in bed.” He winked at her.
She laughed, “Ah…really?”
She drawled out.
Angel nodded. “They have a
lot of stamina.”
She inched up to him
pressing her body up to his and ran her hand slowly up his chest. “Well there’s
a lot to be said about Goddess too you know?”
“No?” He said sounding
shocked. “Do tell.”
She leaned in to whisper in
his ear. “I could do things to your body that would make you feel as if you
were floating on a cloud.” She ran her tongue over his ear then blew in
it. Angel unconsciously shivered, it was a natural reaction she was a
beautiful woman, so he couldn’t control his response. “You should take me up on
my offer sometime.”
Glory was very happy to
stand here and play this sexual game with him. While she did want him, she
figured that if she could get him on her side, it would be much more efficient
to get the key. Another person not on the slayer’s side, and a powerful person
at that, would make her life much easier.
Angel smiled into the night and
Glory watched, as a sparkle seemed to enter his chocolate orbs. “Tempting, very
tempting…”
Glory’s smile brightened at
the prospect of getting him in her bed as she pressed her body closer to his.
Angel leaned down and
whispered to her. “But I’m afraid my mate’s a very jealous woman and I don’t
think she would like that very much.”
“No…I don’t think I would.”
Glory spun around to the dry
sarcasm of her enemy. “Oh…it’s the little slayer just the bitch I was
looking for. Nice shoes by the way, where did you get them…Kmart?”
“Hi baby.” Angel said to her
still smiling.
Buffy ignored Angel, her
gaze riveted on the red-haired slut that was coming on to her mate.
“What’s a matter Glory can’t get your own man?”
“Hardly sweetie…” She turned
back around to Angel and laid her hand on his chest. “…I just really like
yours.” She purred.
Buffy quickly stepped up to
her and grabbing her hand she threw her off of Angel and back into a tree.
“Yeah, well you can’t have him.”
Glory laughed, she was so spunky
this slayer, she could see why she held the vampires interest. “Come on Buffy,
don’t you think we should stop playing these games.”
“You know you’re right, so
why don’t you take your sleazy ass and leave my town?”
Glory stepped away from the
tree smoothing down her shirt. “I plan on leaving, believe me. As soon as you
hand over my key I’ll be on my way…happily.” She smiled at her.
Buffy took a fighting stance
her voice hard. “I’m not giving you shit.”
Glory sneered at her. “You
know you can’t win little girl. I have the power here not you. You
are nothing but a pesky fly that I could easily swat away.”
Buffy took a step closer.
“Okay…let’s go, swat away.”
Angel stepped in front of
her blocking her view of Glory. She was in no condition to fight a goddess. He
could sense that she was upset and angry and he knew from experience that no
one, even a slayer, should fight that way. She would only lose and he’d
be damned if that happened.
“Look Glory why don’t you
leave us and I’ll contact you about the key.”
“WHAT? Angel!” Buffy
screamed as she tried to get around him.
Glory looked at the Vampire
trying to figure out his motive. “You mean you’ll give me my key?” She asked
skeptically.
Angel walked up to her
ignoring Buffy and her outraged outbursts. He put his arm around Glory’s
shoulder and steered her toward the other way. “Let me talk to her alone, I’m
sure we can come up with something that will be beneficial to all of us.”
Glory pondered his
suggestion and decided that maybe he was right. He being a vampire had to know
the strength of her power and that there was no way the slayer could win, he
just needed time to convince her of that. Plus she really wasn’t feeling
up to par, she really had to feed.
She turned into him and
smiled. “Okay sweet cheeks. But instead of you calling me, I’ll give you two
days to make her see things my way. If not,” her voice turned hard and
Angel thought he could see brimstone burning in her eyes. “I’ll kill every
single one of you very, very slowly.”
She lightly patted him on
the cheek and headed out of the cemetery. “Who knows, maybe when all this
is done, I’ll make you my love slave.” She called over her shoulder as she
sashayed away.
“Bye-bye Buffy see you
soon.”
Angel was nauseated by the
thought but he smiled at her warmly and watched her walk away. Then he felt the
sharp smack of his mate’s hand on the side of his head. “Ouch!”
“What the hell do you think
your doing Angel?” Buffy stood in front of him her hands on her hips and her
face red with rage.
He looked at her with a
scowl on his face. “Buffy, you’re in no condition to fight right now.” He
said as he massaged his head.
Buffy was insulted that he
thought that and she wanted answers. “So is this part of the plan too eh, to
insult me?”
“Buffy I’m not insulting
you. You’re upset about your mom and you shouldn’t fight anyone.”
“Oh really.”
She stepped forward and before
Angel knew what was happening she grabbed him by the arm, swung him around in
two complete circles and then released him. He went flying through the
air and landed about five hundred yards away. He was slightly dazed from the
landing, but at least now he knew what it felt like to be a discus in the
Olympics.
Before he even had time to
get up she was standing above him, her booted foot came down on his chest
pushing him back down.
For a moment he was stunned,
that was about five hundred yards and she had gotten here quicker then he was
able to get up. He looked up at her stern face, which showed no signs of
fatigue, with a growing new respect for her. He had always respected her
but now that respect went up about another twenty notches because, well…that
was good.
“No condition to fight eh?
Yet look who’s on the ground.”
He smirked at her
playfully. She wanted to play; okay well he was happy to oblige her. He
quickly grabbed her ankle and threw her off of him. But Buffy was ready for him
and she easily back flipped and landed on her feet smiling at him like a cat.
He smirked back and flipped
up and off the ground landing on his feet.
“You know I was holding back
that night in the warehouse,” she said
They stood face to face,
smirking playfully at each other. Each one thinking the same thing, that it had
been a long time since they fought together, side by side, whether for real or
for training, and that they had each missed it and the passions that arose from
it.
He grinned at her and
shrugged, “I’ve gotten stronger too you know. And for the record that
night in the warehouse …” he leaned in and whispered. “…I let you beat me.”
She smiled evilly at him as
they circled each other.
“I’m a lot stronger than I
was before Angel, you don’t want to play with me.” Her anger at him
completely wiped away at their play.
Her pulse had sped up the
second she had him on the ground with her foot on his chest. She had
become much stronger and more powerful since the last time they fought.
She relied heavily on her darker instincts now and that gave her the strength
and the power that she didn’t have before. But Angel didn’t know that,
and the idea of showing him excited the hell out of her.
Angel grinned at her as his
cock twitched, foreplay…he loved foreplay. “But Buff you’re my favorite
toy…I love to play with you,” he cajoled.
The use of her shortened
name only meant one thing and she found that that excited her even more. She
moved to the left as he moved to the right.
“Bad boys don’t get to play
with their favorite toys.” She said, she jumped up and performed a perfect
roundhouse kick aiming for his head.
Angel quickly moved back and
avoided her kick. He waved his hand in front of his face as she landed on the
ground with both feet looking at him.
He grinned at her, “But you
like me when I’m bad.” He threw a left cross and Buffy jumped up and completely
over him. He spun around just in time to see her land on her feet with her back
toward him. He was going to run at her when she suddenly ran toward a tree,
then up the tree and flipped back landing squarely in front of him.
He whistled his appreciation
at her neat maneuver. “Not bad.”
His face shifted and he ran
toward her at full speed grinning. Buffy backed up until her back it the tree.
She swung her leg out to kick him in the side but he caught it.
They stared at each other,
panting heavily as Angel moved closer to her. His hand slid up her leg as
he neared her and her leg rested on his chest. He pressed forward till her
chest was right up against his chest and he could feel her breath on his neck.
He looked down at their
position and smirked.
Buffy had her back to the
tree, her right leg was planted on the ground and her other leg was flush
against his shoulder. He looked up to her mossy deep green eyes.
“Very…flexible...you know there are a lot of…interesting positions that we
could try this way.”
He pushed his hips forward
till his hard cock pressed against her crotch, as his mind started to tally the
‘All The Ways I Want To Fuck Buffy Before I Die’ list.
Buffy leaned her head back
and looked up at him. She didn’t think she would ever get used to it, the
feelings that he evoked in her and the almost twisted obsession she had for
him. She had spent the entire day with him yesterday and received the most
incredible pleasure and yet it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
She looped her arms around
his neck and brought his head down to hers. “Angelus shut up and use that
big mouth of yours for something else!”
He smiled at her use of the
demon’s name and his mouth descended on hers. Their mouths mashed together as
Buffy’s hands tangled in his head pulling him closer to explore all of his
beautiful mouth.
His hands traveled down her
leg and to the zipper on her jeans. Deftly he unzipped them and went to push
them down but was stopped by her leg, which he still held against his shoulder.
He growled angrily which
only increased the wetness in Buffy’s panties. “Rip them off. I can’t
wait I need you inside of me now!” She demanded as she savagely bit his neck
and sucked on his skin harshly.
She reached down and
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. She started pumping his shaft and
it took all his will power to ignore her request to rip them off. He was not
that lust crazed to remember exactly where they were and that she didn’t
exactly have an extra pair of jeans lying around.
“Hurry Angel!” She panted in
his ear as her tongue swirled around on the inside.
Grunting with the exertion
it took, he grabbed her leg brought it down to the ground, then with one fluid
motion he pulled her jeans down, lifted one leg out of them and then placed it
back on his waist. Growling loudly he tore her hand off his cock grabbed it and
positioned it at her entrance and plunged inside of her.
“Oh God yesss….” She threw
her head back hard on the tree at his forceful entrance.
Without reservations he
started to pump inside of her with long hard strokes. Buffy hung onto him
tightly her back scraping against the tree, her leg still resting on his
shoulder as he fucked her good and hard.
“Harder…oh
God…Angel...I’m…still…ohhhh…mad…at…you…harder, yesss!” She keened.
Her words registered his
passion filled mind and his pace sped up, slamming into her harder.
“Baby…you can be…ohhhh so
tight…mad at me…anytime…you…ahhhh so fucking hot…want!”
He looked at her face.
Her eyes were closed, her head was banging against the tree and she had the
hungriest look on her face, like she couldn’t get enough of it. She was
enjoying it rough and that turned the demon on even more.
“You like it when I fuck you
like this Buff…hard and fast…in public?”
“Yes...God…don’t stop!
Harder…!”
Out in the distance a branch
snapped and Angel suddenly stilled. His senses went off like an alarm and
his red eyes scanned the darkness looking for the intruder.
Buffy didn’t hear anything
she was too lost in her desire but she did notice that he stopped moving. His
was fully embedded in her and he wasn’t moving, and it was driving her wild.
She gripped him tightly by
the hair and pulled his face to hers. “Don’t stop!” She demanded.
He twisted his head out of her
grasp and resumed his scanning of the graveyard, as always, her safety came
first and it was an automatic reaction to hold back his desire till he
discovered the cause of the sound. “Did you hear that?”
Buffy didn’t care if it was
The Powers themselves, she wanted to cum and she wanted it now. She grabbed his
head again bringing it to hers and she squeezed her inner muscles clenching his
cock. “I don’t care…fuck me!” She huskily demanded.
As soon as he felt the
pressure on his shaft he was lost he dismissed the alarms going off in his
head, he growled lustily, pulled out and slammed back inside of her.
“Oh God…Angel…yesss…just
like that!”
Behind a tree in the
distance he watched with jealous yellow eyes. That bitch! Look at her
enjoying the brutal mating, asking for more of it. Whore. Well she likes it
rough; I can give it to her rough.
He turned away from the
frenzied lovers and headed back to his new home. His deranged mind thinking of
all the twisted ways he was going to make her pay.