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Chapter 26
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 26
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.
Author's note: In the past, in the heyday of the ton…Britain's elite social class…if you saw a person approaching and turned away, refusing to even nod your head to acknowledge them and acting as if they weren't even there, it was considered a deadly insult. It was called the "cut direct" to ignore someone like that, and it could result in duels over the honor of the person so cut. -Rhi
*
It was dark and cozy, there where she was. Buffy…for she did remember her name…had expected light. Wasn't that what they all said she'd find? A tunnel or something? Shouldn't her mom be here to welcome her? It didn't matter anyway. She was so tired. She'd fought so hard and for so long. It seemed fitting, somehow to her that she should die at the fangs of a vampire. Maybe she could just rest here in the dark for a while before she tried to find the light.
*
Giles sat by Buffy's bed. He was unsure of what he was even feeling. He had finally allowed Angel and Spike into the private room, but only because Buffy hadn't awakened and Giles knew that if anyone could do so, it would be her undead lover. *Lover…ha!* He scoffed in his head. Angel had fed on her once before and now, apparently, Buffy was food for whatever childe Angel happened to have around at the time. Giles didn't care that the first time had not been of Angel's conscious volition, nor that apparently, this time hadn't been chosen by Spike. The fact remained that his Slayer's twisted relationship with Angel had caused her irreparable harm now on several occasions. There was no question but that he, as her Watcher, must put a stop to it immediately. *As soon as she wakes up,* he thought, *this demented triangle will end.*
*
Spike was uneasy and the Watcher only made him more so. Physically, the blond vampire had never felt better. New strength flowed through every limb, and with the chip gone from his head, he could think about doing all sorts of nasty things to the officious doctors and condescending interns who wafted in and out of the Slayer's room without so much as a by your leave.
Problem was, he didn’t want to leave her side to do it. He'd wanted the Slayer before, yes, certainly. After all, he was undead, not dead, and she was a tight little package. But now, Spike sensed a deeper connection to her residing within him and it filled him with dread. He had no real conscious memory of his awakening this time, but he recalled with vivid senses the feeling of sinking his fangs deep into her neck and his thoughts at the time. *Mine,* he remembered feeling.
It was the way a vampire marked a mate, but Angelus had already taken Buffy to mate, when he was poisoned, so how could Spike have marked her at all? He wanted to rip the bandages away from her neck to see if his mark remained. The Slayer's extraordinary healing powers had erased the Master's bite as if it had never been there. She carried no scars from any of her many battles. The only scar that remained was Angel's Mark, his claim upon her. Spike knew that she didn't mind…he's seen her run her fingers over it in times of stress, as if the Mark somehow comforted her. If Spike's Mark remained, he wondered if, despite all his sire's attention and care, he would be undead another night. Somehow, he doubted that Angel would let him continue unlife once he discovered that his childe had Marked his Mate.
*
Angel sat and brooded, racked with guilt over what he had done, again, to his love. Buffy lay there, so pale and still, and all Angel could think was, *it's my fault again. I'm destroying her.*
*
Buffy had tired, finally, of just curling up in the dark. She had drifted for a while, not thinking of anything. But now it was time to do something. She headed off in a random direction, walking slowly forward through the amorphous dark and became aware, slowly, of something tugging her back the way she had come.
She turned and looked back and saw, very faintly, two silver cords. They stretched out behind her as far as her eyes could see, faintly sparkling in the dusky dark. Buffy looked down at herself and was surprised to see that the cords were attached to her. They came from her heart. She reached out and grabbed one of them and tugged.
*
Angel sat bolt upright in his chair, startled into speaking. "Buffy?" he said, glancing at her.
Giles looked at him tiredly. "What is it, Angel?"
"I…I don’t know. For a moment it was as if I could…feel her somehow…as if she was touching me. It's nothing, I guess…." His voice trailed off, perplexed at the odd feeling.
*
The cord hadn't moved when she pulled on it. It seemed almost elasticky, she thought. *I'll try the other one and see what happens…* She grabbed the other cord and pulled, with all of her considerable Slayer strength. She felt it tighten against something on the other end, but still saw nothing. Shrugging her shoulders, Buffy decided she might as well walk the way the silver cords went and see what she was attached to.
*
Spike was pulled from his chair behind Angel's by a force unknown to him and smashed headfirst into Buffy's hospital bed. "What the blooming hell?" he yelled, holding his head and jumping up to glare around the room at his unseen foe.
Giles leapt to his feet, glaring at Spike. "Get away from her, you bloody bastard! You're the reason she's in here, you and that thrice-damned sire of yours. If it were up to me, you'd both be dust under my feet."
Spike snarled back, "Oi! I didn't do anything. Something pulled me into the Slayer's bed! I mean, now, that is…" he backtracked a little, glancing at his sire in consternation.
"Spike," Angel said, turning to him, "did it feel like…Buffy? Like she was, I don't know, pulling on you somehow?"
"Ya, Sire," Spike confirmed, rubbing his head gingerly where it had smacked into the bed. "And she hasn't gotten any gentler since she fell asleep, either," he added ruefully.
Giles moved to Buffy's side and began speaking her name. "Buffy, can you hear me? Come back to us, Buffy. Please. We need you. Buffy!"
*
Buffy had followed the silver cords for what seemed like an eternity already. They stretched before her, never ending or going anywhere in particular. Then suddenly, without warning, she ran headlong into a wall. It looked the same as the dark surrounding her on every other side, but it was definitely a wall. A dark, soft wall with the cords embedded in it. She couldn't see what was on the other side and pulling on the cords didn't do anything. Buffy looked behind her and realized that the cords had somehow contracted. They didn't lay like used twine on the ground, they still pulled her, in their springy way to the wall.
But how was she to get through it? Buffy wondered if she really even wanted to get through it. Here in the dark it was so quiet and peaceful. She wasn't afraid here. There were no loud male voices threatening her safety, no sister slayers betraying and using her. No friends needing rescue. No lovers demanding more, then leaving her. She coulooseoose to stay here, she realized. Nothing could force her to go through that wall.
But the cords…they tugged at her somehow, and she realized that she knew them, knew their feel. They were cold, yet alive in some odd way and they felt slightly different. The one felt like love. Overwhelming and intense, painful and passionate. Undying. The other felt more like need. Desire was part of it, but desperate, utter need was the strongest feeling she got from it. She put a name to it, running small hands caressingly over the cord.
*
Spike fell to the floor, a dreamy smile plastered on his face. Angel pulled him to his feet and Spike looked at him as if drunk. Angel could sense his childe's immediate arousal and was perplexed at Spike's sudden mood shift. "What is the matter with you?" he hissed.
Spike shook his head and looked at Angel in shock. "She…she touched me. Somewhere…inside. It felt…GOD!" He fell to the floor again, and gasped in pleasure. Then suddenly it stopped.
*
Buffy reached out and touched the other cord. This one was thicker, stronger…older somehow and she knew immediately who it connected her to. She ran her hands over it desperately, knowing, now that she had to go back through the wall. She had to be with him…them again. They were her anchors and she needed them as much as they needed her. She caressed the cord harder, pulling on it and grabbing the other one before pushing against the soft wall as she walked forward.
*
It was Angel's turn to fall, writhing to the floor as Giles looked at both vampires as if they'd lost their undead minds. Angel called out as the sensations grew stronger, "Buffy!"
Spike was calling her name, too, now. "Buffy, god, Slayer, come back to us!"
"Beloved," Angel moaned, both hands clutched to his chest as he convulsed in what seemed to be overwhelming pleasure.
Giles was unsure of whether to run for a doctor or pray to the heavens. Deciding that explaining the vampires' convulsions and lack of respiration or pulse might be awkward at best, the Watcher contented himself with praying desperately to whatever might be listening that his Slayer could return to him now, before he had to watch any more of the erotic show currently being enacted on the floor.
*
The wall gave way slowly as Buffy pulled herself along on the cords. They were her guides, through this dark, soft space, her only chance of finding a way out. She pulled harder.
*
Spike and Angel were no longer speaking, just moaning and thrashing on the floor in agonized rapture. Giles held Buffy's hand and called to her, determined that she respond. "Buffy," he said sternly. "You've rested enough. It's time to wake up. This minute, young lady! Please, Buffy!"
*
She could hear now, vaguely, as if through cotton or water. The voice…it sounded almost like Giles. She listened to it and pulled even harder on the cords. Suddenly, with a tangible pop, she fell through the wall and into her own body. It felt weak, somehow. Drained. Then she remembered what had happened.
Giles was clutching her hand and crying, smiling delightedly and kissing her cheek with more emotion than she'd seen from him in a year. "Buffy! Are you alright? Can you speak? Please, darling girl, say something."
"Is Spike ok?" she asked in a weak voice.
Giles scowled. Glancing down at the floor, he nodded. "You saved him. God knows why. But he's as undead as ever."
Confirming his words, the blond vampire climbed slowly into her view. "Jesus Christ, Slayer, next time, could we do that in bloody private? Don't need to put on a bloomin show for the whole ward, do we?" His scowl was delighted and he began grinning ear to ear at her, leaning forward to grab her hand and kiss it gently.
Angel pulled himself up from the floor, shaking his shaggy head and smiling ruefully. "For once, I agree with Spike, Buffy. That was a bit intense for public viewing. Not that I mind," he added quietly, staring at her face with adoration and love.
Giles frowned at the vampires touching his Slayer. It was wrong. They were…well if not evil precisely, at the very least, dark. And Spike *was* evil, he'd said so repeatedly. They shouldn't be touching her. Shouldn't be allowed in the same room with her. But he saw the way Buffy gazed at both of them and knew he had lost this battle before he even fought it.
They were tied together somehow, this had proven that conclusively. He would have to find a way to work around it…somehow. Besides, he thought, gazing down at Buffy's lovely face. It was worth it. Her life was worth any price. He kissed her gently on the forehead, surreptitiously wiping the tears from his eyes.
Buffy looked up at her watcher and realized how drawn he appeared. "Giles, geeze, you look like death! Haven't you gotten any sleep?"
Giles laughed ruefully. "Not lately, dear girl. Perhaps I'll head home for a bit of a rest, that is…if you don't need me?"
"Nope, I'm fine. Actually, how about if I come with you? I feel great, never better and you know I hate hospi…"
"No!" Three male voices yelled at her simultaneously.
Giles looked sisedised for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. The two would take care of her, whether she wished it or not. *She would be safe with them…as safe as any Slayer could ever be,* he thought sadly.
"Watch over her while I'm gone," he said to them, leaning over to touch her hair gently.
"Bye, Giles…and…thanks," she said, looking deeply into his eyes for a moment. He knew, then that she recognized his doubts and concerns and was grateful to him for not denying her the two vampires she so obviously cared for. He walked slowly from the room, wondering, not for the first time, what insane path his Slayer would take him down now.
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.
Author's note: In the past, in the heyday of the ton…Britain's elite social class…if you saw a person approaching and turned away, refusing to even nod your head to acknowledge them and acting as if they weren't even there, it was considered a deadly insult. It was called the "cut direct" to ignore someone like that, and it could result in duels over the honor of the person so cut. -Rhi
*
It was dark and cozy, there where she was. Buffy…for she did remember her name…had expected light. Wasn't that what they all said she'd find? A tunnel or something? Shouldn't her mom be here to welcome her? It didn't matter anyway. She was so tired. She'd fought so hard and for so long. It seemed fitting, somehow to her that she should die at the fangs of a vampire. Maybe she could just rest here in the dark for a while before she tried to find the light.
*
Giles sat by Buffy's bed. He was unsure of what he was even feeling. He had finally allowed Angel and Spike into the private room, but only because Buffy hadn't awakened and Giles knew that if anyone could do so, it would be her undead lover. *Lover…ha!* He scoffed in his head. Angel had fed on her once before and now, apparently, Buffy was food for whatever childe Angel happened to have around at the time. Giles didn't care that the first time had not been of Angel's conscious volition, nor that apparently, this time hadn't been chosen by Spike. The fact remained that his Slayer's twisted relationship with Angel had caused her irreparable harm now on several occasions. There was no question but that he, as her Watcher, must put a stop to it immediately. *As soon as she wakes up,* he thought, *this demented triangle will end.*
*
Spike was uneasy and the Watcher only made him more so. Physically, the blond vampire had never felt better. New strength flowed through every limb, and with the chip gone from his head, he could think about doing all sorts of nasty things to the officious doctors and condescending interns who wafted in and out of the Slayer's room without so much as a by your leave.
Problem was, he didn’t want to leave her side to do it. He'd wanted the Slayer before, yes, certainly. After all, he was undead, not dead, and she was a tight little package. But now, Spike sensed a deeper connection to her residing within him and it filled him with dread. He had no real conscious memory of his awakening this time, but he recalled with vivid senses the feeling of sinking his fangs deep into her neck and his thoughts at the time. *Mine,* he remembered feeling.
It was the way a vampire marked a mate, but Angelus had already taken Buffy to mate, when he was poisoned, so how could Spike have marked her at all? He wanted to rip the bandages away from her neck to see if his mark remained. The Slayer's extraordinary healing powers had erased the Master's bite as if it had never been there. She carried no scars from any of her many battles. The only scar that remained was Angel's Mark, his claim upon her. Spike knew that she didn't mind…he's seen her run her fingers over it in times of stress, as if the Mark somehow comforted her. If Spike's Mark remained, he wondered if, despite all his sire's attention and care, he would be undead another night. Somehow, he doubted that Angel would let him continue unlife once he discovered that his childe had Marked his Mate.
*
Angel sat and brooded, racked with guilt over what he had done, again, to his love. Buffy lay there, so pale and still, and all Angel could think was, *it's my fault again. I'm destroying her.*
*
Buffy had tired, finally, of just curling up in the dark. She had drifted for a while, not thinking of anything. But now it was time to do something. She headed off in a random direction, walking slowly forward through the amorphous dark and became aware, slowly, of something tugging her back the way she had come.
She turned and looked back and saw, very faintly, two silver cords. They stretched out behind her as far as her eyes could see, faintly sparkling in the dusky dark. Buffy looked down at herself and was surprised to see that the cords were attached to her. They came from her heart. She reached out and grabbed one of them and tugged.
*
Angel sat bolt upright in his chair, startled into speaking. "Buffy?" he said, glancing at her.
Giles looked at him tiredly. "What is it, Angel?"
"I…I don’t know. For a moment it was as if I could…feel her somehow…as if she was touching me. It's nothing, I guess…." His voice trailed off, perplexed at the odd feeling.
*
The cord hadn't moved when she pulled on it. It seemed almost elasticky, she thought. *I'll try the other one and see what happens…* She grabbed the other cord and pulled, with all of her considerable Slayer strength. She felt it tighten against something on the other end, but still saw nothing. Shrugging her shoulders, Buffy decided she might as well walk the way the silver cords went and see what she was attached to.
*
Spike was pulled from his chair behind Angel's by a force unknown to him and smashed headfirst into Buffy's hospital bed. "What the blooming hell?" he yelled, holding his head and jumping up to glare around the room at his unseen foe.
Giles leapt to his feet, glaring at Spike. "Get away from her, you bloody bastard! You're the reason she's in here, you and that thrice-damned sire of yours. If it were up to me, you'd both be dust under my feet."
Spike snarled back, "Oi! I didn't do anything. Something pulled me into the Slayer's bed! I mean, now, that is…" he backtracked a little, glancing at his sire in consternation.
"Spike," Angel said, turning to him, "did it feel like…Buffy? Like she was, I don't know, pulling on you somehow?"
"Ya, Sire," Spike confirmed, rubbing his head gingerly where it had smacked into the bed. "And she hasn't gotten any gentler since she fell asleep, either," he added ruefully.
Giles moved to Buffy's side and began speaking her name. "Buffy, can you hear me? Come back to us, Buffy. Please. We need you. Buffy!"
*
Buffy had followed the silver cords for what seemed like an eternity already. They stretched before her, never ending or going anywhere in particular. Then suddenly, without warning, she ran headlong into a wall. It looked the same as the dark surrounding her on every other side, but it was definitely a wall. A dark, soft wall with the cords embedded in it. She couldn't see what was on the other side and pulling on the cords didn't do anything. Buffy looked behind her and realized that the cords had somehow contracted. They didn't lay like used twine on the ground, they still pulled her, in their springy way to the wall.
But how was she to get through it? Buffy wondered if she really even wanted to get through it. Here in the dark it was so quiet and peaceful. She wasn't afraid here. There were no loud male voices threatening her safety, no sister slayers betraying and using her. No friends needing rescue. No lovers demanding more, then leaving her. She coulooseoose to stay here, she realized. Nothing could force her to go through that wall.
But the cords…they tugged at her somehow, and she realized that she knew them, knew their feel. They were cold, yet alive in some odd way and they felt slightly different. The one felt like love. Overwhelming and intense, painful and passionate. Undying. The other felt more like need. Desire was part of it, but desperate, utter need was the strongest feeling she got from it. She put a name to it, running small hands caressingly over the cord.
*
Spike fell to the floor, a dreamy smile plastered on his face. Angel pulled him to his feet and Spike looked at him as if drunk. Angel could sense his childe's immediate arousal and was perplexed at Spike's sudden mood shift. "What is the matter with you?" he hissed.
Spike shook his head and looked at Angel in shock. "She…she touched me. Somewhere…inside. It felt…GOD!" He fell to the floor again, and gasped in pleasure. Then suddenly it stopped.
*
Buffy reached out and touched the other cord. This one was thicker, stronger…older somehow and she knew immediately who it connected her to. She ran her hands over it desperately, knowing, now that she had to go back through the wall. She had to be with him…them again. They were her anchors and she needed them as much as they needed her. She caressed the cord harder, pulling on it and grabbing the other one before pushing against the soft wall as she walked forward.
*
It was Angel's turn to fall, writhing to the floor as Giles looked at both vampires as if they'd lost their undead minds. Angel called out as the sensations grew stronger, "Buffy!"
Spike was calling her name, too, now. "Buffy, god, Slayer, come back to us!"
"Beloved," Angel moaned, both hands clutched to his chest as he convulsed in what seemed to be overwhelming pleasure.
Giles was unsure of whether to run for a doctor or pray to the heavens. Deciding that explaining the vampires' convulsions and lack of respiration or pulse might be awkward at best, the Watcher contented himself with praying desperately to whatever might be listening that his Slayer could return to him now, before he had to watch any more of the erotic show currently being enacted on the floor.
*
The wall gave way slowly as Buffy pulled herself along on the cords. They were her guides, through this dark, soft space, her only chance of finding a way out. She pulled harder.
*
Spike and Angel were no longer speaking, just moaning and thrashing on the floor in agonized rapture. Giles held Buffy's hand and called to her, determined that she respond. "Buffy," he said sternly. "You've rested enough. It's time to wake up. This minute, young lady! Please, Buffy!"
*
She could hear now, vaguely, as if through cotton or water. The voice…it sounded almost like Giles. She listened to it and pulled even harder on the cords. Suddenly, with a tangible pop, she fell through the wall and into her own body. It felt weak, somehow. Drained. Then she remembered what had happened.
Giles was clutching her hand and crying, smiling delightedly and kissing her cheek with more emotion than she'd seen from him in a year. "Buffy! Are you alright? Can you speak? Please, darling girl, say something."
"Is Spike ok?" she asked in a weak voice.
Giles scowled. Glancing down at the floor, he nodded. "You saved him. God knows why. But he's as undead as ever."
Confirming his words, the blond vampire climbed slowly into her view. "Jesus Christ, Slayer, next time, could we do that in bloody private? Don't need to put on a bloomin show for the whole ward, do we?" His scowl was delighted and he began grinning ear to ear at her, leaning forward to grab her hand and kiss it gently.
Angel pulled himself up from the floor, shaking his shaggy head and smiling ruefully. "For once, I agree with Spike, Buffy. That was a bit intense for public viewing. Not that I mind," he added quietly, staring at her face with adoration and love.
Giles frowned at the vampires touching his Slayer. It was wrong. They were…well if not evil precisely, at the very least, dark. And Spike *was* evil, he'd said so repeatedly. They shouldn't be touching her. Shouldn't be allowed in the same room with her. But he saw the way Buffy gazed at both of them and knew he had lost this battle before he even fought it.
They were tied together somehow, this had proven that conclusively. He would have to find a way to work around it…somehow. Besides, he thought, gazing down at Buffy's lovely face. It was worth it. Her life was worth any price. He kissed her gently on the forehead, surreptitiously wiping the tears from his eyes.
Buffy looked up at her watcher and realized how drawn he appeared. "Giles, geeze, you look like death! Haven't you gotten any sleep?"
Giles laughed ruefully. "Not lately, dear girl. Perhaps I'll head home for a bit of a rest, that is…if you don't need me?"
"Nope, I'm fine. Actually, how about if I come with you? I feel great, never better and you know I hate hospi…"
"No!" Three male voices yelled at her simultaneously.
Giles looked sisedised for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. The two would take care of her, whether she wished it or not. *She would be safe with them…as safe as any Slayer could ever be,* he thought sadly.
"Watch over her while I'm gone," he said to them, leaning over to touch her hair gently.
"Bye, Giles…and…thanks," she said, looking deeply into his eyes for a moment. He knew, then that she recognized his doubts and concerns and was grateful to him for not denying her the two vampires she so obviously cared for. He walked slowly from the room, wondering, not for the first time, what insane path his Slayer would take him down now.
To be continued.