When the Morning Star Sings

Title: Untitled
Author: LadyBold
Email: ladybold@yahoo.com
Rating: R-Nc-17
Category: Crossover/AU
Content: A/C W/S A/C/W/S
Spoilers: Post The Gift on Buffy, post
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Summary: Okay, so I've never written any Angel or Buffy fan fic, but this idea came to me after reading a whole bunch (I mean loads and loads) of Angel/Cordelia/Willow/Spike fic. Mainly Inell and Kylia's. This takes place after Season 5 of Buffy and Season 2 of Angel.

Buffy is dead, sorry she's not coming back. Spike stayed in Sunnyhell, and he and Willow (who broke up with Tara due to using magic too much same as the series) are kinda in charge of the Scoobies, and are taking care of Dawn. Giles is in England, he and Anya are dating. Xander and Faith have been exchanging letters frequently, and are talking about seeing each other when Faith is released later this year.

On the Angel front, Darla died having Connor, but Wesley didn't take him. Cordelia didn't ascend, but she did find out about being a Higher Power, and Angel and she are still dancing around the fact that they love one another. Fred and Gunn are together but she's finding that she may have feelings for a certain former watcher, as well. Gunn has a very big secret. Lorne is around, but he's working on rebuilding Caritas in the ballroom of the Hyperion.

Now enough build up, and on to the story:

Chapter 1:

"ANGEL! ANNNNGGGELLL!" A voice could be heard echoing through the hotel.

Angel came running, his footsteps thudding heavily through the hallways as he searched desperately for the source of the voice. He wasn't sure why, but he knew if he didn't hurry the voice would leave him behind.

"Where are you? Angel? Hurry!! Please Angel?" The voice was closer, Angel could tell. Suddenly he felt himself whipped around, a hand restraining him. Growling low in his throat he turned to see who stopped him.

He jerked away from the face in front of him. Spike stood there looking cocky as ever.

"Oi! Mate, wot's the friggin' hurry, then?!" Spike said, smirking heavily.

"Jay-zus, Spike! I don't have time for this shit! Can't you hear it? I have to go!" Angel panted unnecessarily. He could still hear the voice calling for him.

"Don't you know? You're too late. Can't you tell? She's gone." Spike said, the heavy North London accent gone from his voice, leaving behind the proper Victorian accent he had dropped shortly after being turned.

"NO! I have to find her. . .Spike help me find her!"

"I can't mate, I have to find my own, besides, I hate you now." Spike said softly.

Angel looked defeated, his eyes catching those of his Grand-childe. Pleading with him silently, Angel put his hand on the other vampire's arm. "Why? Spike, I can't go back and make it right, if I could I would, and you know that. But you can help me find her, please don't make her suffer for what I've done to you!"

Spike looked to his Grand-sire pityingly. "Don't you understand? It's not up to me to forgive you any more, I accept you, she accepts you. They both do. Now you have to forgive yourself. Then maybe you can find her. Them."

"What? Spike I don't understand."

"I know, but you have to soon, or you really will lose us all. Hurry. . .they haven't much time. I will save the witch, can you save the seer?"  Angel stared deeply into Spike's eyes, when suddenly they flickered, and he was staring into the eyes of Cordelia, who's eyes begged him silently for help, as they flickered again he was staring into the face of Willow, her green eyes terrified.

Without warning, Angel sat straight up in bed, panting heavily, as the sound of Cordelia and Willow's screams for help echoed in his ears and mind.


Well? should i continue?