Breaking a Slayer
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Adult ++
Chapters:
50
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10,860
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19
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Chapter 23
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 23
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Buffy and Giles entered the mansion in the daylight. She knew that it was unfair of her to bring him here, where Angelus had tortured him, but there was no place they could spar at his apartment, and she no longer had a back yard or anything even remotely close to it.
They slid the furniture in the great room to the walls and stood, facing each other in the silence. Giles had chosen swords for the day, unaware that Buffy had bad memories of her own concerning swords and Angel in this house. They sparred, slowly at first to relax their muscles, then faster.
Buffy was surprised at the agility and speed with which Giles responded to her thrusts. Clearly he hadn't been sitting around eating biscuits and drinking tea the entire time he'd been on the Watchers' retreat. He was good. Better than when he'd left.
He smiled slightly at her…a tiny, somewhat condescending Giles smile, which meant a bare tilt of those oh-so-British lips. No one who didn't know his every expression would even recognize it as a smile, but it galvanized Buffy into action. *How dare he smile at me like I'm some child? Some little girl?* she thought, picking up the pace and darting at him harder. *Pompous old…watcher dude…geeze, Buffy, you're pretty weak on the insult thing…it's been a while.*
She realized, thinking, that it had been months since she'd quipped at all, even in her own head. *Hmm, that's weird,* she thought. *Didn't even think about it before now.* A lot of things were different, and she'd avoided considering any of them with her usual stubborn denial. Shrugging off her atypical introspection, she moved forward in a sudden blaze of motion, whirling under Giles' guard and knocking the sword from his hands with one twist, then holding hers to his neck, gauging to a hair's breadth the safe distance.
Giles froze, looking into the face of a killer. *That's what she is, old man, no matter how you dress it up with Chosen One and Slayer. She's a killer. A necessary one, certainly, but a predator, to be sure.* He'd never thought of Buffy in quite those terms before and wondered if this was how the vampires felt right before she killed them. She looked as if she could do him this very instant and then go upstairs for a nap.
"Um, er, ah, very good, Buffy. Well done, indeed. Though I think we can lower the sword now, yes? Ah, very good. Well, I think that's enough training for today. I'd like to sit and talk with you a bit. What do you say we return to my apartment, freshen up and discuss the Hellmouth. I've been gone for two months and I hope you've been keeping track of the various phenomena that have occurred during that time. I will, of course, need to enter them into my journals."
Buffy nodded, wordlessly, picking up the swords and wrapping them carefully before following him out of the mansion.
*
Spike wasn't waking up. Spike *wasn't* waking up! Angel was pacing nervously back and forth by the operating table as the doctor examined his childe. "I can't tell what's going on, I'm sorry," he said and Angel snarled at him viciously, pacing closer until he was right in the man's face.
"What do you mean, you can't tell? Why not? Use one of those damned machines. That one over there, the one that goes 'ping.' Do something, anything," he growled, shifting to game face in his fear and worry.
"You don't understand, Angel. The machines only work on a live patient. To all intents and purposes, vampires are dead. You don't register on my machines as alive at all. I can't listen for breathing or a heartbeat. And even your brainwaves function on a completely different level. It's as if you're not animated by life at all, as if something else is what allows you life…unlife…whatever you want to call it."
"The demon." Angel said.
"What?" the doctor asked, still looking into Spike's unresponsive eyes with a light.
"The demon animates us, takes our bodies after our souls leave. We're dead until we rise. Spike can't be dead, not true death…he would turn to dust. So the demon must still be in there, somewhere." Angel stalked to the table and gazed at Spike. He stroked the hair back from that handsome chiseled face. He was so beautiful, so young-looking. As if he were asleep and just waiting for the right moment to awaken. Angel leaned over and kissed his childe gently on the lips. Had Spike awoken at that moment, he would have been shocked to his core at the love on his sire's usually inscrutable face.
Angel slid his hands under Spike's body and lifted him easily against his chest. "Thank you for everything, doctor." He said, walking out and leaving the man to turn off the machines and lights behind him. Angel placed Spike gently into the back seat of his convertible and covered him tenderly with a blanket. His childe might as well have been dead for all the response Angel got.
Angel climbed into the front seat and began the slow drive back to Sunnydale. He had no idea how he could break this to Buffy. She relied on him and Spike to a degree that Angel knew was dangerous. He was about to see what would happen when one of her supports was ripped from under her.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Buffy and Giles entered the mansion in the daylight. She knew that it was unfair of her to bring him here, where Angelus had tortured him, but there was no place they could spar at his apartment, and she no longer had a back yard or anything even remotely close to it.
They slid the furniture in the great room to the walls and stood, facing each other in the silence. Giles had chosen swords for the day, unaware that Buffy had bad memories of her own concerning swords and Angel in this house. They sparred, slowly at first to relax their muscles, then faster.
Buffy was surprised at the agility and speed with which Giles responded to her thrusts. Clearly he hadn't been sitting around eating biscuits and drinking tea the entire time he'd been on the Watchers' retreat. He was good. Better than when he'd left.
He smiled slightly at her…a tiny, somewhat condescending Giles smile, which meant a bare tilt of those oh-so-British lips. No one who didn't know his every expression would even recognize it as a smile, but it galvanized Buffy into action. *How dare he smile at me like I'm some child? Some little girl?* she thought, picking up the pace and darting at him harder. *Pompous old…watcher dude…geeze, Buffy, you're pretty weak on the insult thing…it's been a while.*
She realized, thinking, that it had been months since she'd quipped at all, even in her own head. *Hmm, that's weird,* she thought. *Didn't even think about it before now.* A lot of things were different, and she'd avoided considering any of them with her usual stubborn denial. Shrugging off her atypical introspection, she moved forward in a sudden blaze of motion, whirling under Giles' guard and knocking the sword from his hands with one twist, then holding hers to his neck, gauging to a hair's breadth the safe distance.
Giles froze, looking into the face of a killer. *That's what she is, old man, no matter how you dress it up with Chosen One and Slayer. She's a killer. A necessary one, certainly, but a predator, to be sure.* He'd never thought of Buffy in quite those terms before and wondered if this was how the vampires felt right before she killed them. She looked as if she could do him this very instant and then go upstairs for a nap.
"Um, er, ah, very good, Buffy. Well done, indeed. Though I think we can lower the sword now, yes? Ah, very good. Well, I think that's enough training for today. I'd like to sit and talk with you a bit. What do you say we return to my apartment, freshen up and discuss the Hellmouth. I've been gone for two months and I hope you've been keeping track of the various phenomena that have occurred during that time. I will, of course, need to enter them into my journals."
Buffy nodded, wordlessly, picking up the swords and wrapping them carefully before following him out of the mansion.
*
Spike wasn't waking up. Spike *wasn't* waking up! Angel was pacing nervously back and forth by the operating table as the doctor examined his childe. "I can't tell what's going on, I'm sorry," he said and Angel snarled at him viciously, pacing closer until he was right in the man's face.
"What do you mean, you can't tell? Why not? Use one of those damned machines. That one over there, the one that goes 'ping.' Do something, anything," he growled, shifting to game face in his fear and worry.
"You don't understand, Angel. The machines only work on a live patient. To all intents and purposes, vampires are dead. You don't register on my machines as alive at all. I can't listen for breathing or a heartbeat. And even your brainwaves function on a completely different level. It's as if you're not animated by life at all, as if something else is what allows you life…unlife…whatever you want to call it."
"The demon." Angel said.
"What?" the doctor asked, still looking into Spike's unresponsive eyes with a light.
"The demon animates us, takes our bodies after our souls leave. We're dead until we rise. Spike can't be dead, not true death…he would turn to dust. So the demon must still be in there, somewhere." Angel stalked to the table and gazed at Spike. He stroked the hair back from that handsome chiseled face. He was so beautiful, so young-looking. As if he were asleep and just waiting for the right moment to awaken. Angel leaned over and kissed his childe gently on the lips. Had Spike awoken at that moment, he would have been shocked to his core at the love on his sire's usually inscrutable face.
Angel slid his hands under Spike's body and lifted him easily against his chest. "Thank you for everything, doctor." He said, walking out and leaving the man to turn off the machines and lights behind him. Angel placed Spike gently into the back seat of his convertible and covered him tenderly with a blanket. His childe might as well have been dead for all the response Angel got.
Angel climbed into the front seat and began the slow drive back to Sunnydale. He had no idea how he could break this to Buffy. She relied on him and Spike to a degree that Angel knew was dangerous. He was about to see what would happen when one of her supports was ripped from under her.
To be continued…