Memories of Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,863
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
Two< /br>
This was unusually cold for a Californian night but it did little to cool down the aroused slayer. Buffy had been fighting a few vamps and their newly risen fledges with Angel. As always watching him fight had gotten her hot and very bothered. All calculated strength and flying leather coat giving her glimpses of how his muscles worked underneath his partially buttoned up shirt. They talked on patrol through the cemeteries about things that had nothing to do with slaying, vampires or even high school. Just the usual getting to know you, what is your favorite flower kinda stuff. She loved talking to him but she also loved the long silences where all she would focus on was on wanting to run her fingers through his hair.
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Now she was unlocking her front door hoping to take a cold shower and get rid of these inappropriate feelings for the undead. Thus she missed her spidey sense going off as she hung up her coat and kicked off her boots.
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Her fist clue that something was not right, were the voices coming from the kitchen. Actually it was the ringing of her mother's laugh that shattered the usual silence of the house. As she approached she heard a well mannered English voice comment on how pleasant Californian nights were especially for his line of work. That was when she finally registered the presence of a vampire in her kitchen, with her mom.
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She rounded the corner of the dining room trying to look in at the vamp before they saw her. The sight before her left her speechless. He looked like a man in his late twenties. His hair was shortly cropped with curls that were combed back. He wore a pair of brown slacks and a camel long sleeve shirt. He had a handsome face with smooth lines and he wore glasses. His well muscled built was in proportion to his height which must be about a head higher than herself. It was a nice body to look at and as she was doing that, she could also see it visibly become rigid. He looked at Joyce and then at the doorway where Buffy was hiding. Joyce followed his gaze and motioned for him to wait outside. Buffy was flabbergasted to see the vampire get up and take his mug with him to leave through the backdoor.
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She couldn't figure out what kind of game this vampire was playing but she was going to protect her mother come what may. She didn't however want to alert her mother to the danger just a few feet away from her and with an invite to their home.
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"Hi mom, I didn't know we would be having company today?" She said trying to sound cheery while she concealed a stake behind her back.
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Her mother threw her a curious glance. "Tell me something, Buffy. What is that standing in my backyard right now?"
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"Huh?" Buffy stumbled. "What do you mean?" She asked more politely at her mother's stern look.
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Joyce's look then turned thoughtful. "If anything he has been telling me is true, you should know exactly what I mean." Her tone had a slight worry in it. There wasn't a trace left of the carefree Joyce that Buffy had heard laughing just a minute ago.
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Buffy wasn't sure she understood her mother correctly. She's not asking me if he is a vampire, now is she? What was she going to answer if she was? If her mother was asking her point blank if vampires existed, was she going to lie to her? No, besides there was one in her back yard and her mother needed to know how to defend herself if something happened to Buffy. It was time to come clean.
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"Mom, I know this might sound really weird but you have to believe that I am not making this up. He's a vampire and we are in danger right now. " She saw her mother sink down on to kitchen stool she had gotten up from in the course of their discussion. Buffy figured the fear had gripped her and she wanted to reassure her that all would be alright. "Don't worry, Mom! I know what to do and I will go take care of it. Just lock the door behind me and if I don't make it, don't open it until sunrise tomorrow morning. Then call the librarian from my school and ask for a de-invitation spell."
< /br>< /br>
She walked over to the back door so ready to kick some vampire butt that she almost missed her mother's next hushed question. "Are you a slayer?"
< /br>< /br>
This time her surprise was complete. What had this vampire been telling her? What was going on? And how was she going to answer this question? She didn't have time for this right now. There was a vampire that needed to be dusted before she could explain the intricacies of being a slayer to her mother.
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"Yes, I am, but can we talk about this after I finish off the undead? I promise I will tell you everything then, Mom."
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"You will tell me everything and there will be no 'finishing off', at least not for Michael. He came here asking for your help and I am convinced that he means no harm to us. Right now, it's too late for us to get into this but we are going to have a nice long talk tomorrow morning about being a slayer and what that means and how we can help Michael. Now you are off to bed, young lady!"
< /br>< /br>
"But…" Buffy was effectively stopped by her mother's raised hand and she knew better than to interrupt her. I can kill master vampires but I still get sent to bed by my mother, pathetic, that would be me!
< /br>< /br>
As she descended the stairs she heard her mother call the vampire back in and tell him she would make a place for him to sleep on the couch. The rest of their conversation was cut off by the bang of her bedroom door when she threw it shut in a gesture of protest.
This was unusually cold for a Californian night but it did little to cool down the aroused slayer. Buffy had been fighting a few vamps and their newly risen fledges with Angel. As always watching him fight had gotten her hot and very bothered. All calculated strength and flying leather coat giving her glimpses of how his muscles worked underneath his partially buttoned up shirt. They talked on patrol through the cemeteries about things that had nothing to do with slaying, vampires or even high school. Just the usual getting to know you, what is your favorite flower kinda stuff. She loved talking to him but she also loved the long silences where all she would focus on was on wanting to run her fingers through his hair.
< /br>< /br>
Now she was unlocking her front door hoping to take a cold shower and get rid of these inappropriate feelings for the undead. Thus she missed her spidey sense going off as she hung up her coat and kicked off her boots.
< /br>< /br>
Her fist clue that something was not right, were the voices coming from the kitchen. Actually it was the ringing of her mother's laugh that shattered the usual silence of the house. As she approached she heard a well mannered English voice comment on how pleasant Californian nights were especially for his line of work. That was when she finally registered the presence of a vampire in her kitchen, with her mom.
< /br>< /br>
She rounded the corner of the dining room trying to look in at the vamp before they saw her. The sight before her left her speechless. He looked like a man in his late twenties. His hair was shortly cropped with curls that were combed back. He wore a pair of brown slacks and a camel long sleeve shirt. He had a handsome face with smooth lines and he wore glasses. His well muscled built was in proportion to his height which must be about a head higher than herself. It was a nice body to look at and as she was doing that, she could also see it visibly become rigid. He looked at Joyce and then at the doorway where Buffy was hiding. Joyce followed his gaze and motioned for him to wait outside. Buffy was flabbergasted to see the vampire get up and take his mug with him to leave through the backdoor.
< /br>< /br>
She couldn't figure out what kind of game this vampire was playing but she was going to protect her mother come what may. She didn't however want to alert her mother to the danger just a few feet away from her and with an invite to their home.
< /br>< /br>
"Hi mom, I didn't know we would be having company today?" She said trying to sound cheery while she concealed a stake behind her back.
< /br>< /br>
Her mother threw her a curious glance. "Tell me something, Buffy. What is that standing in my backyard right now?"
< /br>< /br>
"Huh?" Buffy stumbled. "What do you mean?" She asked more politely at her mother's stern look.
< /br>< /br>
Joyce's look then turned thoughtful. "If anything he has been telling me is true, you should know exactly what I mean." Her tone had a slight worry in it. There wasn't a trace left of the carefree Joyce that Buffy had heard laughing just a minute ago.
< /br>< /br>
Buffy wasn't sure she understood her mother correctly. She's not asking me if he is a vampire, now is she? What was she going to answer if she was? If her mother was asking her point blank if vampires existed, was she going to lie to her? No, besides there was one in her back yard and her mother needed to know how to defend herself if something happened to Buffy. It was time to come clean.
< /br>< /br>
"Mom, I know this might sound really weird but you have to believe that I am not making this up. He's a vampire and we are in danger right now. " She saw her mother sink down on to kitchen stool she had gotten up from in the course of their discussion. Buffy figured the fear had gripped her and she wanted to reassure her that all would be alright. "Don't worry, Mom! I know what to do and I will go take care of it. Just lock the door behind me and if I don't make it, don't open it until sunrise tomorrow morning. Then call the librarian from my school and ask for a de-invitation spell."
< /br>< /br>
She walked over to the back door so ready to kick some vampire butt that she almost missed her mother's next hushed question. "Are you a slayer?"
< /br>< /br>
This time her surprise was complete. What had this vampire been telling her? What was going on? And how was she going to answer this question? She didn't have time for this right now. There was a vampire that needed to be dusted before she could explain the intricacies of being a slayer to her mother.
< /br>< /br>
"Yes, I am, but can we talk about this after I finish off the undead? I promise I will tell you everything then, Mom."
< /br>< /br>
"You will tell me everything and there will be no 'finishing off', at least not for Michael. He came here asking for your help and I am convinced that he means no harm to us. Right now, it's too late for us to get into this but we are going to have a nice long talk tomorrow morning about being a slayer and what that means and how we can help Michael. Now you are off to bed, young lady!"
< /br>< /br>
"But…" Buffy was effectively stopped by her mother's raised hand and she knew better than to interrupt her. I can kill master vampires but I still get sent to bed by my mother, pathetic, that would be me!
< /br>< /br>
As she descended the stairs she heard her mother call the vampire back in and tell him she would make a place for him to sleep on the couch. The rest of their conversation was cut off by the bang of her bedroom door when she threw it shut in a gesture of protest.