A Dried Rose
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,707
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Pairing(s): Buffy/Xander, Buffy/Riley, Xander/Anya, Xander/Faith, Willow/Tara
Spoilers: Season four BtVS, Season one 'Angel'
Warning: Extreme violence, torture, thoughts of suicide, premeditated murder
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Xander, Faith, Giles, or anyone else who has appeared on BtVS or 'Angel'. They are owned by FOX, the WB, Joss, and David Greenwalt.
Cautiously, she swung open the door to the the dank cellar. As she made her way down the stairs, the walls seemed to press down on her, closing her in. The smell of blood, smoke, and burnt flesh was thick in the still air, strong enough to leave a bad taste in her mouth. Her gaze swept the dim room before focusing on a lone chair behind rusted bars. Slowly adjusting her grip on her slim stake, she crept toward the small cell. She pulled in a steadying breath before she took hold of the cell door with her free hand. When she gave it a gentle push, it swung inside easily and silently on oiled hinges.
The brazier standing near the chair still held burning embers, the only source of light. A thin steel rod was propped up against the far wall. The thicker end had brown stains encrusted along the side... dried blood. Still restlessly turning the stake in her now-shaking hands, she finally looked at the limp form in the armless iron chair. He was roughly bound, his shirt casually ripped open and his arms tied behind the back of the chair. His head was tilted backwards, offering her eyes access to his scarred and still lightly bleeding neck. She forced her eyes lower and almost gagged at the sight. Bits of his skin had been neatly sheared off his chest and stomach and then the wounds had been seared shut.
Her small hand reached out, gently touching his unmarred face. Softly, her fingers stroked his dry lips and a brief smile crossed her features as she felt his breath warm her hand. Tear welled in her eyes as she knelt to untie him. His wrists and ankles bled freely when she removed the tight cords binding them. When she tossed them to the side, she noticed the small sheet of paper lying beneath the chair. Her hands were still trembling as she picked it up. She read the short paragraph and stood up, hardly noticing as her hand balled into a tight fist, crumpling the note. She felt herself sway on her feet and heard a soft whimper that she almost didn't recognize as her own.
The sound of footsteps came softly from the stairs and pulled her from her horrified reverie. Before thinking twice, she tossed the paper into the still hot coals of the brazier and watched it flare up and slowly burn. She slumped against the wall, tears sliding down her cheeks. She glanced up as a man entered the room. She heard a faint gasp and he was staring at the scene in horror. Turning away from him, she pulled the young man into her arms. She looked up again and spoke, her voice harsh with smoke and tears. "Giles, let's get him out of here."
Together they left the building and headed toward Giles' apartment. Neither spoke as they carried the bloodstained boy in and gently set him down on the couch. She knelt by his side as the ex-Watcher left. She simply stared at him for a moment, lips parted as if to speak. She stroked his hair and watched her hot tears land on his face. "Xand." Her voice was a whisper. "Don't leave us. We need you. We need you so much."
Giles re-entered the room. He walked to the couch, setting hot water, towels, and bandages on the small table. He glanced at the motionless figure on his couch and touched the blonde girl's shoulder. "Would you help me, Buffy?" She turned and silently picked up a towel. Dipping it in the water, she began to clean Xander's wounds. She was faintly aware of Giles moving away and talking, probably on the phone.
She heard him put down the phone and moved slightly so that he could help her bandage the cleaned wounds. They shared a pained glance as Xander moaned and shifted. Buffy cupped his face in her hands, holding it still but not taking her eyes from Giles’.
“I’ve called your emergency number and someone should be here shortly. Willow and the others will meet us at the hospital.”
"I have to go. I need to go to L.A."
Giles glanced at her, clearly startled. Buffy paused briefly, dropping her gaze to Xander.
“I need to discuss something with Angel." It took Giles’ soft flinch for Buffy to realize how harsh her voice had gotten. She had said Angel’s name as if the word left a bad taste in her mouth. Her voice gentled and she resumed her ministrations of Xander. "Take care of him while I'm gone."
Giles, didn’t pause in his bandaging, "He’ll be safe. One of us will always be with him." He paused a second before pulling his keys out of a drawer. “Take my car.”
A brief smile touched Buffy's face. With one last stroke, she finished as they heard a knock. Giles quickly went to the door, and Buffy moved out of the way of the paramedics. "He hasn't revived yet."
Buffy looked at Xander, who was being carried out on a stretcher, then headed towards the door herself, hugging Giles tightly when she reached him.
"I'm glad you're here." Buffy's voice was quiet now. "I'm going to check at home, see if I can borrow Mom’s cell for L.A. so that you can call me if he wakes up while I’m gone." Running her fingers through her hair, she headed out the door. She paused, biting her lower lip before continuing. "I know who did it."
“Buffy…”
“Go with him.” She glanced at where they were loading Xander into the ambulance. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.”
“Buffy, who was it?”
Buffy pulled together the front of her leather jacket, buttoning it up. Her eyes focused on Xander. She shot off a single word just before leaving for her house. "Faith."
As she walked, the words from the note repeated themselves in her head.
“B,
Isn't he pretty when he bleeds? Wonder if I broke him? If I could?
That cell gave me a lot of time to think. I was happier on the other side and I wanna be happy. So, you can thank your ex-honey for 'saving' me. He was so right, it is addictive to kill, but he never mentioned the pure pleasure of hurting someone who can't stop you. You hurt me, I hurt you. Are you hurting yet?
Your Loving Sister”
Spoilers: Season four BtVS, Season one 'Angel'
Warning: Extreme violence, torture, thoughts of suicide, premeditated murder
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, Xander, Faith, Giles, or anyone else who has appeared on BtVS or 'Angel'. They are owned by FOX, the WB, Joss, and David Greenwalt.
Cautiously, she swung open the door to the the dank cellar. As she made her way down the stairs, the walls seemed to press down on her, closing her in. The smell of blood, smoke, and burnt flesh was thick in the still air, strong enough to leave a bad taste in her mouth. Her gaze swept the dim room before focusing on a lone chair behind rusted bars. Slowly adjusting her grip on her slim stake, she crept toward the small cell. She pulled in a steadying breath before she took hold of the cell door with her free hand. When she gave it a gentle push, it swung inside easily and silently on oiled hinges.
The brazier standing near the chair still held burning embers, the only source of light. A thin steel rod was propped up against the far wall. The thicker end had brown stains encrusted along the side... dried blood. Still restlessly turning the stake in her now-shaking hands, she finally looked at the limp form in the armless iron chair. He was roughly bound, his shirt casually ripped open and his arms tied behind the back of the chair. His head was tilted backwards, offering her eyes access to his scarred and still lightly bleeding neck. She forced her eyes lower and almost gagged at the sight. Bits of his skin had been neatly sheared off his chest and stomach and then the wounds had been seared shut.
Her small hand reached out, gently touching his unmarred face. Softly, her fingers stroked his dry lips and a brief smile crossed her features as she felt his breath warm her hand. Tear welled in her eyes as she knelt to untie him. His wrists and ankles bled freely when she removed the tight cords binding them. When she tossed them to the side, she noticed the small sheet of paper lying beneath the chair. Her hands were still trembling as she picked it up. She read the short paragraph and stood up, hardly noticing as her hand balled into a tight fist, crumpling the note. She felt herself sway on her feet and heard a soft whimper that she almost didn't recognize as her own.
The sound of footsteps came softly from the stairs and pulled her from her horrified reverie. Before thinking twice, she tossed the paper into the still hot coals of the brazier and watched it flare up and slowly burn. She slumped against the wall, tears sliding down her cheeks. She glanced up as a man entered the room. She heard a faint gasp and he was staring at the scene in horror. Turning away from him, she pulled the young man into her arms. She looked up again and spoke, her voice harsh with smoke and tears. "Giles, let's get him out of here."
Together they left the building and headed toward Giles' apartment. Neither spoke as they carried the bloodstained boy in and gently set him down on the couch. She knelt by his side as the ex-Watcher left. She simply stared at him for a moment, lips parted as if to speak. She stroked his hair and watched her hot tears land on his face. "Xand." Her voice was a whisper. "Don't leave us. We need you. We need you so much."
Giles re-entered the room. He walked to the couch, setting hot water, towels, and bandages on the small table. He glanced at the motionless figure on his couch and touched the blonde girl's shoulder. "Would you help me, Buffy?" She turned and silently picked up a towel. Dipping it in the water, she began to clean Xander's wounds. She was faintly aware of Giles moving away and talking, probably on the phone.
She heard him put down the phone and moved slightly so that he could help her bandage the cleaned wounds. They shared a pained glance as Xander moaned and shifted. Buffy cupped his face in her hands, holding it still but not taking her eyes from Giles’.
“I’ve called your emergency number and someone should be here shortly. Willow and the others will meet us at the hospital.”
"I have to go. I need to go to L.A."
Giles glanced at her, clearly startled. Buffy paused briefly, dropping her gaze to Xander.
“I need to discuss something with Angel." It took Giles’ soft flinch for Buffy to realize how harsh her voice had gotten. She had said Angel’s name as if the word left a bad taste in her mouth. Her voice gentled and she resumed her ministrations of Xander. "Take care of him while I'm gone."
Giles, didn’t pause in his bandaging, "He’ll be safe. One of us will always be with him." He paused a second before pulling his keys out of a drawer. “Take my car.”
A brief smile touched Buffy's face. With one last stroke, she finished as they heard a knock. Giles quickly went to the door, and Buffy moved out of the way of the paramedics. "He hasn't revived yet."
Buffy looked at Xander, who was being carried out on a stretcher, then headed towards the door herself, hugging Giles tightly when she reached him.
"I'm glad you're here." Buffy's voice was quiet now. "I'm going to check at home, see if I can borrow Mom’s cell for L.A. so that you can call me if he wakes up while I’m gone." Running her fingers through her hair, she headed out the door. She paused, biting her lower lip before continuing. "I know who did it."
“Buffy…”
“Go with him.” She glanced at where they were loading Xander into the ambulance. “I’ll try to be back as soon as I can.”
“Buffy, who was it?”
Buffy pulled together the front of her leather jacket, buttoning it up. Her eyes focused on Xander. She shot off a single word just before leaving for her house. "Faith."
As she walked, the words from the note repeated themselves in her head.
“B,
Isn't he pretty when he bleeds? Wonder if I broke him? If I could?
That cell gave me a lot of time to think. I was happier on the other side and I wanna be happy. So, you can thank your ex-honey for 'saving' me. He was so right, it is addictive to kill, but he never mentioned the pure pleasure of hurting someone who can't stop you. You hurt me, I hurt you. Are you hurting yet?
Your Loving Sister”