Eternal Sunshine
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,135
Reviews:
3
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.
The Normal Guy
The Normal Guy
The Immortal: a creature that defies society’s conventions.
His origins unknown (although its been said he was brought into this world by magical fairies) he spent the first years of his life straddling the fence between good and evil –
“Buffy, I’ve done somingsings I’m not proud of…”
Before deciding to put on the white hat permanently: “Your puppy was nearly struck by this Vespa! It is a good thing I came along when I did. I couldn’t bear the thought of this little guy being hurt”
He has the strength of ten men, the quickness of a cheetah, shockingly white teeth, dark penetrating eyes (of the ‘uber’ variety), an impeccable fashion sense, speaks five different languages (excluding the fifty or so demon ones he is fluent in) andsesssess incredible stamina in the bedroom.
The Immortal is a legendary figure, worshiped by obscure African tribes and hailed as a champion of the people in his native Italy, but he prefers to be known as –
Anthony Esperonza III: Plastics Dealer.
“Let me get this straight; you’re flying to Los Angeles to visit your ex-boyfriend?”
There’s just no way to smile and coyly bat eyelashes my way out of this situation – somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m sure I know this and yet I attempt to do just that.
“Well…” I begin, eyelashes fluttering like a maniac (hello Seziure!Buffy).
“Um, technically, Spike was never her boyfriend,” Andrew speaks up suddenly, cutting me off, “he was in love with her but Buffy used him strictly for sex – but only because she hated herself and wanted to be dead again. It wasn’t until last year, that she started having real feelings for him,” pausing he scratches his chin, “ but I don’t think they were sleeping together anymore…”
I stare at the pipsqueak wide-eyed and somehow manage to scream, “Andrew!”
“Oh, that just made this situation even brighter.” Tony frowns.
“Spike and I are…” The words stumble out of my mouth, but what is there left to say? Andrew gave a perfect summation of my relationship with Spike, to Tony, unfortunately devoid of all of the lies and half-truths my version would have contained.
“Complicated,” Tony finishes the thought for me with a sigh. “I believe that’s the official definition.”
Taking a deep breath, I step closer to my boyfriend,
“This is something I have to do.”
The way Imaginary!Buffy says these words is stern; she knows what needs to be done and she is not backing down even if that means risking the good time she has become accustomed to having with the good-looking, seemingly wounded man standing before her…
The real me, the pitiful, no where near perfect me, however, spits the sentence out just above a whisper.
“Buffy’s not going to run away with Spike, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Dawn interjects, breaking all oat lat lovely silent tension in the room. “I’m still here.”
I nod. “That’s right. There’s no way I would ever take off and leave my baby sister behind. Especially with Andrew.”
“I kill goldfish,” Andrew laughs humorlessly and suddenly hangs his head. “Rest in peace, Gandalf, Bilbo, Link, and Pepe…”
Ignoring the fallen fish memorial, I stare Tony directly in the eye. “This trip’s all about closure and the second I have that, I’ll be on the first plane back to Rome
“S
“Scouts honor,” Dawn says putting a hand on my shoulder. “Just think of me as collateral,” she smiles.
“Lo trovo duro per credere che lei abbia assolutamente bisogno di vedere quest'asino privo di valore. Indovino alcune ragazze sono disegnate alle punture piccole e sopra i capelli elaborati,” he rattles off and presses a kiss to my forehead.
I frown. “Don’t get all romantic Italian on me. What did you say?”
Tony smiles. “I said; if this is something you absolutely have to do, Buffy, it would be wrong of me to stand in the way. I trust you, wholeheartedly.”
“Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he beams and takes my hand in his. “Now, what time is your flight? Maybe I could take you out for some breakfast before you leave?”
“1:30.”
“Perfect.”
“But I already made breakfast,” I hear Andrew whine as Tony and I make our way to the door.
And this is just one of the perks of going out with a normal (kind of) guy: an all-access pass to sunlight activities and complete and total understanding when it comes to dealing with issues of my past. If Angel were in Tony’s shoes, his heart would’ve started back up and exploded the second “Spike” made it past my lips.
“Good thing you’re buying,” I send a sly smirk in his direction, “cause I’m feeling a serious need to eat my weight in pan…”
Tony’s mobile vibrating like mad to the tune of Beyonce’s ‘Crazy in Love’ cuts me short and he shoots Dawn, Andrew, and I these embarrassed, yet withering glances before fishing the phone out of the bottom of his pants pocket.
“What? I like the song, okay?” he huffs, flipping the mobile top. “Hello?”
“Thank god it’s not Barry Mannilow,” Dawn snickers.
“Right this minute?!” A sigh, “Yes, I was kind of in the middle of something – fine, fine, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Buffy won’t be grossly overeating any pancakes thisningning, huh?” I pout.
Tony chuckles. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t worry about it.” I shake my head. “Duty calls, so I want to see that cute butt of yours heading out the door.”
“Have a safe trip,” he says and with that, plus a quick peck on the lips, Tony leaves.
**
Esperonza Plastics resides on the outskirts of Rome.
The imposing, brd fad factory seems to be in business around the clock; those on the outside merely assumed the company’s crown and glory, it’s figurehead, the Immortal took the promise of churning out a good product to heart.
After all, a perfectly perfect being such as his self would never settle for anything less.
However, those lucky enough to be a part of its inner circle knew the real reason why this building always buzzes with activity:
The moment he walks through its doors, the glamour of machinery, hard hats, and dedicated workers disappears and is replaced with the bright lights, slot machines, and black jack tables of the casino hidden just underneath the surface.
The Immortal breezes past the various demons trying their luck and stops at a small table where a game of Kitten Poker is in progress.
Placing a hand on the shoulder of a Rikiu demon, he grins like a greasy used car salesman. “Gentlemen, how’s the game going?”
“Oh, fine!”
“Just great, Immortal…”
“Yeah, no problems whatsoever…”
The various non-human participants speak up nervously.
“Funny, that’s not what I heard,” the Immortal laughs.
The Rikiu lets out a near deafening scream as the hand holding his cards is cut off in one swift motion. One hand tucks the knife away in the inner pocket of his blazer, while the other removes the cards stealthily hidden in the Rikiu’s skin flaps.
“Cheating is never tolerated at this establishment, gentlemen,” he informs them with a smile, turning to walk away. “Remember that.”
Taking the mobile out of his pocket, he hits the first number on his speed dial.
“It’s taken care of, but next time, I don’t want to be bothered with small time crooks, do you understand? William the Bloody is a far bigger issue.”
To Be Continued…
Immortal to English Translation: I find it hard to believe you absolutely need to see this worthless jackass. I guess some girls are drawn to tiny pricks and over processed hair.
The Immortal: a creature that defies society’s conventions.
His origins unknown (although its been said he was brought into this world by magical fairies) he spent the first years of his life straddling the fence between good and evil –
“Buffy, I’ve done somingsings I’m not proud of…”
Before deciding to put on the white hat permanently: “Your puppy was nearly struck by this Vespa! It is a good thing I came along when I did. I couldn’t bear the thought of this little guy being hurt”
He has the strength of ten men, the quickness of a cheetah, shockingly white teeth, dark penetrating eyes (of the ‘uber’ variety), an impeccable fashion sense, speaks five different languages (excluding the fifty or so demon ones he is fluent in) andsesssess incredible stamina in the bedroom.
The Immortal is a legendary figure, worshiped by obscure African tribes and hailed as a champion of the people in his native Italy, but he prefers to be known as –
Anthony Esperonza III: Plastics Dealer.
“Let me get this straight; you’re flying to Los Angeles to visit your ex-boyfriend?”
There’s just no way to smile and coyly bat eyelashes my way out of this situation – somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m sure I know this and yet I attempt to do just that.
“Well…” I begin, eyelashes fluttering like a maniac (hello Seziure!Buffy).
“Um, technically, Spike was never her boyfriend,” Andrew speaks up suddenly, cutting me off, “he was in love with her but Buffy used him strictly for sex – but only because she hated herself and wanted to be dead again. It wasn’t until last year, that she started having real feelings for him,” pausing he scratches his chin, “ but I don’t think they were sleeping together anymore…”
I stare at the pipsqueak wide-eyed and somehow manage to scream, “Andrew!”
“Oh, that just made this situation even brighter.” Tony frowns.
“Spike and I are…” The words stumble out of my mouth, but what is there left to say? Andrew gave a perfect summation of my relationship with Spike, to Tony, unfortunately devoid of all of the lies and half-truths my version would have contained.
“Complicated,” Tony finishes the thought for me with a sigh. “I believe that’s the official definition.”
Taking a deep breath, I step closer to my boyfriend,
“This is something I have to do.”
The way Imaginary!Buffy says these words is stern; she knows what needs to be done and she is not backing down even if that means risking the good time she has become accustomed to having with the good-looking, seemingly wounded man standing before her…
The real me, the pitiful, no where near perfect me, however, spits the sentence out just above a whisper.
“Buffy’s not going to run away with Spike, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Dawn interjects, breaking all oat lat lovely silent tension in the room. “I’m still here.”
I nod. “That’s right. There’s no way I would ever take off and leave my baby sister behind. Especially with Andrew.”
“I kill goldfish,” Andrew laughs humorlessly and suddenly hangs his head. “Rest in peace, Gandalf, Bilbo, Link, and Pepe…”
Ignoring the fallen fish memorial, I stare Tony directly in the eye. “This trip’s all about closure and the second I have that, I’ll be on the first plane back to Rome
“S
“Scouts honor,” Dawn says putting a hand on my shoulder. “Just think of me as collateral,” she smiles.
“Lo trovo duro per credere che lei abbia assolutamente bisogno di vedere quest'asino privo di valore. Indovino alcune ragazze sono disegnate alle punture piccole e sopra i capelli elaborati,” he rattles off and presses a kiss to my forehead.
I frown. “Don’t get all romantic Italian on me. What did you say?”
Tony smiles. “I said; if this is something you absolutely have to do, Buffy, it would be wrong of me to stand in the way. I trust you, wholeheartedly.”
“Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he beams and takes my hand in his. “Now, what time is your flight? Maybe I could take you out for some breakfast before you leave?”
“1:30.”
“Perfect.”
“But I already made breakfast,” I hear Andrew whine as Tony and I make our way to the door.
And this is just one of the perks of going out with a normal (kind of) guy: an all-access pass to sunlight activities and complete and total understanding when it comes to dealing with issues of my past. If Angel were in Tony’s shoes, his heart would’ve started back up and exploded the second “Spike” made it past my lips.
“Good thing you’re buying,” I send a sly smirk in his direction, “cause I’m feeling a serious need to eat my weight in pan…”
Tony’s mobile vibrating like mad to the tune of Beyonce’s ‘Crazy in Love’ cuts me short and he shoots Dawn, Andrew, and I these embarrassed, yet withering glances before fishing the phone out of the bottom of his pants pocket.
“What? I like the song, okay?” he huffs, flipping the mobile top. “Hello?”
“Thank god it’s not Barry Mannilow,” Dawn snickers.
“Right this minute?!” A sigh, “Yes, I was kind of in the middle of something – fine, fine, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Buffy won’t be grossly overeating any pancakes thisningning, huh?” I pout.
Tony chuckles. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t worry about it.” I shake my head. “Duty calls, so I want to see that cute butt of yours heading out the door.”
“Have a safe trip,” he says and with that, plus a quick peck on the lips, Tony leaves.
**
Esperonza Plastics resides on the outskirts of Rome.
The imposing, brd fad factory seems to be in business around the clock; those on the outside merely assumed the company’s crown and glory, it’s figurehead, the Immortal took the promise of churning out a good product to heart.
After all, a perfectly perfect being such as his self would never settle for anything less.
However, those lucky enough to be a part of its inner circle knew the real reason why this building always buzzes with activity:
The moment he walks through its doors, the glamour of machinery, hard hats, and dedicated workers disappears and is replaced with the bright lights, slot machines, and black jack tables of the casino hidden just underneath the surface.
The Immortal breezes past the various demons trying their luck and stops at a small table where a game of Kitten Poker is in progress.
Placing a hand on the shoulder of a Rikiu demon, he grins like a greasy used car salesman. “Gentlemen, how’s the game going?”
“Oh, fine!”
“Just great, Immortal…”
“Yeah, no problems whatsoever…”
The various non-human participants speak up nervously.
“Funny, that’s not what I heard,” the Immortal laughs.
The Rikiu lets out a near deafening scream as the hand holding his cards is cut off in one swift motion. One hand tucks the knife away in the inner pocket of his blazer, while the other removes the cards stealthily hidden in the Rikiu’s skin flaps.
“Cheating is never tolerated at this establishment, gentlemen,” he informs them with a smile, turning to walk away. “Remember that.”
Taking the mobile out of his pocket, he hits the first number on his speed dial.
“It’s taken care of, but next time, I don’t want to be bothered with small time crooks, do you understand? William the Bloody is a far bigger issue.”
To Be Continued…
Immortal to English Translation: I find it hard to believe you absolutely need to see this worthless jackass. I guess some girls are drawn to tiny pricks and over processed hair.