Like a Phoenix by The Chesire Cat
Disclaimer: This is a fictional work based on the show, "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." I, the author, have not been paid for this. I write for pleasure. This in no way reflects the attitudes of the actors, owners, and staff of the show that I know of. Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and all characters from the show are trademarks of and copyright Warner Bros and Joss Whedon.
This is from my mind. It contains m/m and m/f sex. If you don't like this or if you are too young where you are to read porn material, LEAVE! I'm serious. I'm not responsible if your mother catches you choking the chicken to this. This disclaimer protects my ass. If you are legal, feel free to distribute this among other consenting adults. All I ask is that you keep my words, disclaimer, title, and writing name the same. Now, you may enjoy...
Author's note: All of my stories based on "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" are going to be a relative continuation of the others. I will make references to the previous ones, so you might want to read those to get a better understanding. This is my fourth story. My first one is Angel of the Darkness. I plan on this being the last, unless I receive a good amount of fan email. Regardless, I'll be taking a break from writing "Buffy" fiction, but whether this conclusion to my previous stories is the last or not is up to you, the reader. Check bottom for email listing.
Pull my coat around me Feel the cold wind haunt me Streets are empty, just like me
The murmur of an echo Seems to come from every window Is loneliness the same as being free?
I guess I must have been dreaming To think that I believed in you at all Now I just can't fight it As the shadow of the night begins to fall
Love's got a lot to answer for Oh I just can't sleep with this feeling anymore Let the cold night air cool the heat Of two hearts gone to war For no matter who wins, in the end Love's got a lot to answer for
-Love's Got a Lot to Answer For
Music by Elton John. Lyrics by Bernie Taupin. Off of the the Elton John album, The Big Picture. The copyright is owned by William A Bong Ltd, whose exclusive licensee in the US is Rocket Records. All rights reserved. They own it, not me. (c) 1997
An expensive car made it's way into Sunnydale well after sundown. This was a time when most people chose to sleep, but not all. There were some who preferred this time of night. Some who hunted and were hunted. During this time, there were two types of hunters about, the vampires and the slayer. The driver of the car seemed to either not care or was unaware of the nature of the town. It pulled up to a mansion, on the outskirts. Soon, a van followed, and the driver began moving into his newly aquired home.
Buffy was out as usual. She had made a descision. She had to stop Angel. No longer could she hesitate in his slaying. It was obvious the man she had loved was gone, and only a beast remained. He had to be stopped before anyone else died.
She had been following his feeding pattern for days now. Giles continued to research a way to save him, but in the meantime, if a cure couldn't be found, he had pinpointed the area in which he would next strike. It was along this street Buffy found him.
"You didn't make it too hard to find you this time Angel. Getting sloppy?"
"What makes you think I was trying to hide, my sweet, little piece of ass?" Angel replied with a sneer.
"Well, let's go then."
Buffy had the wind knocked out of her, as Angel scored the first blow. She had the powers of the slayer, but Angel wasn't your typical vampire. He was a leader of them, and wasn't easy to defeat. While Buffy had more strength and speed, he had two centuries of experiance on her.
They traded blows for quite a while, neither giving in. Finally, Angel was kncocked to the ground. While he was far from finished, it was becoming apparent who the winner of this fight would be.
"I'm going to give you one chance, Angel. Come with me to the old church on Cedar St. We'll chain you up there, until a cure is found."
"Nope, don't think so."
"Then you'll die. There's no escape route this time."
"Wrong, again. You see, it will take a while for me to go. By then, it will be too late."
"What are you talking about?"
"You see, we sent the morons out to feed at the Bronze. By the time I'm dust, all your idiot school chums will be dead."
"You're bluffing."
"C'mon, Buff. You know me better than that. What's it gonna be? Kill me or save your friends?"
Buffy hesitated a moment before giving Angel one last hard kick to the face and taking off for the Bronze. Angel got up laughing.
"How dumb can she be? How dumb?" he muttered, knowing full well that those he sent were easily replaced by his feeding in a couple of nights.
Buffy arrived outside the only hotspot in Sunnydale. She located the four sneaking into the alley, planning to wait for some young people to fall into their hands. It was the perfect feeding place, out of sight and young blood always fell out the back way.
It was a relatively brief battle. The four sent were among the worst fighters in Angel's little army, but among mortals, the death toll would have been high. Dust, Buffy retired to her bed for the night.
Angel apparently had the same idea. He want back to the new hide out. Spike had them holed up underneath a church which the public was still using. It was the last place Buffy would look for them.
"Well, well, well.....Angel is back. Tell me you have good news. Tell me she's dead," Spike demanded, rolling up to meet him.
"Not quite, but you'll be the first I tell when she's no longer in the way," Angel replied smugly.
"Excuse me. Am I growning hard of hearing?! Why isn't she dead?! Your little games are growing rather tiresome. Every night, you go out, and every night, she lives. I'm beginning to wonder if the potion didn't work. Maybe you've still got a soul! How about it? Are you still the Buffy whipped fangboy?!"
"Spike, Spike, Spike....you really need to relax. Everything is going according to my plan."
"Relax! Are numbers are decreasing! The more we make, the more she kills. If this keeps up, we won't have any sentries left! As for your plan, I don't see you doing anything, except screwing around! Kill her, turn her, whatever! I don't care! Just get rid of the bitch!"
As the arguement continued with Drusilla keeping them from losing control (a rather unusal situation, her being the one with the weakest grip on reality), they noticed a young man in an expensive grey suit enter the room. They all turned and looked the man over. He was very young and had an air of arrogance about him, almost to the point that it was unsettling.
"And what do we have here?! A party crasher, perhaps? Wake up, you idiots....you're supposed to keep people from entering, not let them in!!!" Spike yelled in a tone that should have easily alerted his guards. Oddly enough, none came.
"They won't be coming. You see, I was on my way in, and they tried to stop me. They actually had the nerve to try to grab me. I'm afraid I had no choice but to kill them for their insolent behavior. You need not fear, though. It's not you I came to kill."
"Who are you? I can't see you..." Drusilla mumbled and her eyes drifted towards the ceiling.
"A....old friend. I'm actually not staying long, so you can have the town when I'm done. I'm just here to kill the slayer."
"Well, you can try. I don't mind. I'll throw you a party if you do," Spike said ginning, "See, Angel. At least some of us have the right idea."
"She's mine!" Angel growled, revealing his true face. He leapt at his foe, only to find himself pinned up against the wall before even a punch could be thrown. While Angel could be defeated, none had ever seen him lose so quickly. The stranger pulled out a stake ready to kill Angel, but Drusilla caught his arm.
"Now, now. You wouldn't break up my happy family, would you? You'll have to forgive my Angel. He wants her to join him and the rest of the dolls in eternal life."
The man looked puzzled at the way Dru spoke, but he wouldn't lower his arm.
"Since I am the guest here, I'll give you one chance boy to redeem yourself. Convince me why I should spare you and let the slayer be turned."
Angel knew when he couldn't beat someone with strength, so he used the only weapon he had....himself. He purred seductively, his face returning to normal. He licked at the unknown jawline, all along the soft, pale skin of the neck. Hearing a gasp, he ground his hard cock into the man's thigh.
"What makes you think I want this, that this will convince me to give you what you want?"
"You don't have to say a thing," Angel replied in a sultry, husky voice, "Your body speaks."
The man's hard on was obvious in his slacks. Angel took advantage of this and rubbed their hardness together.
"Very well....it has been a long time, but we do things my way. I'm going to make her suffer first, worse than you could. Get in my way, and I will kill you. Now, let's take this to a more private room."
"So....what's your name?" Angel probed with an impish grin.
"That's not important. Let's just leave it at this...the slayer killed someone I sired, the last living vampire I sired."
Angel knew not to press the question. He led his mystery lover into his private room, but it was anything but private. Angel had hidden video monitors, so he could record his sexual adventures for later pleasure. It was now that he got a good look at the man. He was maybe twenty when turned, slim and defined, short brown hair, and amber eyes. He was quite beautiful. Angel would have most likely tried to get him into bed anyway, but the situation made it easier.
The unknown one looked over Angel as well, removing Angel's clothes to get a better look at the strong body. As the shirts was discarded, the man took time suck on the tempting, pink nipples Angel had on his hairless chest. He gently nipped them to hardness before removing the pants and unleashing Angel's large, nine inches. Angel gasped as the warm mouth engulfed him. The hot tongue swirled over the cock, as it thrust in and out of the eager mouth. Angel began runninng his fingers through the short hair, but soon he could hold out no more. Streams of hot cum poured down the man's throat, not a drop wasted.
The man stood up, silently indicating for Angel to do the same. Angel removed the rest of the man's clothing, taking his time, letting his fingers and mouth explore. He traced kisses along the chiseled pecs to the light brown nipples. He sucked them, until they were hard and the stranger groaning, grinding his engorged cock into Angel. Angel fully released the obviously large dick from the underwear prison. He was even bigger than Angel! A full ten and a half inches. Even for all the dicks Angel had deep throated, he could barely manage the massive cock. Angel was nothing if not a skilled lover, and the man hadn't been kidding about it being a long time. Soon the thrusting rod let loose a load from those heavy nuts. It was more than even Angel could swallow. Pulling back Angel licked up the salty, sweet juice dribbling down his chin.
The mystery lover was not through, though. Pushing Angel onto his back, he hooked one of Angel's legs over each shoulder. He took his time to lick each of Angel's well formed toes, before positioning his cock at the tight opening. Angel had never taken one this large, so he was excited. Using no other lubrication than the saliva and semen on his cock, the man began pushing. He wasted little time, barely allowing Angel to adjust before pounding away. Angel cried in pain and moaned in ecstasy, as his burning asshole was plundered. With the massive meat rubbing his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through him, Angel was soon at full mast. He jerked himself to the fast pace of the invading, steel rod. Angel had never been stretched this far and fast. It was too much for even him to keep control. He emptied his second load onto their chests, stomachs, and faces. The clenching and unclenching of orgasm caused the stranger to deposit his second load into the hot, tight bowels.
Resting for a moment, the stranger pulled out his now softened cock from Angel. Angel leaned up, intent on kissing those soft, pink lips, only to have a hand on his chest push him down.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked, confused by the treatment.
"I'm done. I have no desire to kiss you. All I wanted was to fuck you. You're beauty is not the problem, neither is your skill in bed, so no need to worry. I just don't have any emotional desire to kiss you."
"I don't understand," Angel said, as the man cleaned off with one of the sheets and began dressing.
"When you sleep with those two out there, you have affection for each other, so you kiss. I have no affection for you, other than a lust for a night in bed."
"Oh," Angel muttered, pouting. He had always enjoyed kissing.
"No need to worry. I'll hold up my end of the bargain," he said before leaving an exhausted Angel to fall back on the bed.
Stepping out to the main entrance, the man found Spike alone.
"I would speak with you. You are the one called Spike, are you not?"
"I am....what's up?"
"I've heard about you three. I have a proposition. I don't like to kill those I've taken into my bed."
"I don't follow."
"Neither you nor Drusilla will interfere with me, but Angel is rash and might. I want you to keep him from interfering."
"So....?" Spike asked indicating for him to get to the point. The mysterious vampire frowned but continued.
"I will let you drink of my ancient blood and be restored, if you and Drusilla keep Angel from interfering."
"You are that old?! Just who are?"
"That is irrelevant. Do we have a deal?"
"Well....yeah!"
Spike practically jumped at the thought of having his full strength restored. Soon, he would once again be the terror and death he had been for so long. He greedily drank, as soon as the wrist was cut and offered. After not more than a pint of the blood, Spike fell out of his chair to the floor. He gasped as a burning started in his stomach and spread throughout him. When it had passed, he stood up.
Spike felt as stronger than ever. He was able to stand. He even tested his strength and punched a hole through a brick wall. It was good to feel like himself again.
The stranger tightly wrapped a handkerchief around his wrist, knowing it would heal faster that way, and left without another word, but Spike was so happy, he really didn't notice.
"Giles, we need to talk," Buffy stated.
She joined Giles, Xander, and the recently recovered Willow sitting in the library.
"What news do have, Buffy?" Giles asked, fearing the answer.
"Angel's alive. He set us up. He's toying with me. He knew we'd find him, so he sent some of his goons to feed at the Bronze. He gave me the option of fighting and killing him, or stopping a bloodbath."
"I see."
"So? Is that all you have to say?!"
"What do want me to say, Buffy? You made the right choice."
"Well.....did find a cure?"
"No. It seems the cure is not on record. There is no similar spell in my books, and gypsy magic is not available to me. It was rarely recorded, and even then, only kept within the tribe."
"C'mon Giles, isn't there any contacts you watchers have among gypsies?" Buffy asked, persistent as ever.
"Yes, and they are trying, but this is the twentieth century. Much of their magic has been lost to time. It's possible that the cure may no longer exist."
"I see," Buffy said, getting up and pacing.
"Buffy?" Willow asked.
"It's settled then. He dies tonight. I can't give him anymore chances, anymore time. Too many people have been hurt or killed already."
Saying that, she stormed out, leaving the three in an eerie silence. For once, even Xander had nothing to say.
Buffy started her patrol at the graveyard, it being a favorite hang out of the local vampires. Her search was yielding nothing. Searching the last shadows, she was getting ready to try another part of town. It was in these shadows, she felt a punch to the stomach.
Recovering quickly, Buffy tried to get a look at her attacker. She couldn't make out any details in the dark, but it was obviously not Angel. Throwing some punches and kicks, Buffy was shocked that none of her attacks scored a hit. He simply blocked them, as if he knew what she would do. Buffy tried alternating her fighting pattern, but no matter what she did, she was blocked, and his punches were slipping through her guard more and more often. Eventually the proverbially straw that broke the camels back was thrown, and Buffy fell into the light of a lamp. The unknown vampire moved in for the kill, but froze as he saw her. This was the first time either of them had a good look at each other.
Buffy took in his features and got a good look at the strange mark on the left side of his forehead. It was like a brand almost, though it appeared dark like a tattoo. It was in the shape of a small, upside down cross, tilted on its side. As Buffy examined him, she saw his true face disappear. She wondered what he was doing, why he hadn't finished her.
"Mirianna?" he whispered in a soft voice, almost not to be heard.
When a confused look met his eyes, he sadly shook his head and backed away, disappearing into the shadows, before Buffy could recover. This was definitely a night to discuss with Giles.
Buffy strolled into the library stiffly. Even her quick healing had yet to take care of all the bruises. She sat down seeing she and Giles were alone.
"Buffy.....how did it...um....did you...?"
"No. Couldn't find him, but someone found me."
"Who?"
"I was hoping you could tell me. I was attacked by a vampire in the graveyard. Giles, this guy was good. He blocked my moves like it was nothing. The weird part was he didn't kill me. I fell into the lamplight, sure I was gonna die, and he just stopped. Looked like he'd seen a ghost. Then he just turned and left."
"Well, I'm afraid, I'll need a little more information then that."
"He also had this strange mark on his forehead."
"Really, what kind of mark?"
Buffy grabbed a piece of paper and drew him a quick sketch of the brand. When Giles saw it, he froze.
"I've seen this before. Give me a minute. Let me check this book to be sure."
Giles searched for a few minutes, then went pale, as he reached a certain page.
"Buffy, are you absolutely sure this was the mark you saw? Could you be mistaken?"
"No....that's it. Why? What is it? Giles, what is it?"
"He's known as many names, but I believe his most common is Shaitan."
"Shaitan, who?"
"In modern times, his name has evolved into Satan."
"You can't be serious. As in the devil, Satan?" Seeing his expression, "My G- d, you are serious."
"Buffy....this would make him the oldest existing vampire."
"No wonder he was tough, but Giles....how'd he become a vampire? I thought G- d just cast him out or something."
"I take it you aren't very familiar with the true story."
"I know he was a real power freak and G-d punished him."
"Well, there's more to it than that. When G-d struck Shaitan down, he cursed him instead of killing him. He cursed him to keep his divine heritage, which is also the same as demon heritage, one is just evil, and to never again to truly go out amongst humanity, which Shaitan was known to treasure above even his master, G-d."
"So....you think G-d made him vampire?"
"Apparently....yes. There's no telling what kind of power he's gathered over the millennia."
"Ok....so what do we do?"
"Well...he has to be stopped, obviously. The best chance we have is for you to engage him, while I use a crossbow to kill him from a hidden point."
"I don't know. Something's wrong here, Giles. He could have wasted me last night, but he stopped, and he does not seem like the type to toy with someone. I need to find out what's going on. Find Willow. See if you two can find out where he's staying. I'll go during the day, see if can turn up anything useful."
"I don't like it, but....very well. You never listen to me, anyway. Just let me try to keep you from getting yourself killed."
"Deal," Buffy said, strolling out of the library.
Later that day....
"So, what do we know?" Buffy asked, taking her seat.
"Well, a mansion was recently sold in town. One of the only one's we have in Sunnydale," Willow said with a smile.
"Any clues saying this might be where Shaitan is?" Buffy asked.
"Yep," Willow chirped, cheerfully, "this one has a stone cellar, completely windowless down there."
"Great...I'll go now, while the sun's up."
"Buffy! I absolutely forbid it!" Giles protested.
"Relax, Giles. I've got plenty of stakes. Besides, I'm being realistic. If he really wanted to, I think we already know he can kill me."
Giles sighed and nodded, hating to admit she was right. The Master had killed her once and nearly a second time. Shaitan had already demonstrated he could defeat her. Without Buffy going to scout him out, they wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Later that day....
"So, what do we know?" Buffy asked, taking her seat.
"Well, a mansion was recently sold in town. One of the only one's we have in Sunnydale," Willow said with a smile.
"Any clues saying this might be where Shaitan is?" Buffy asked.
"Yep," Willow chirped, cheerfully, "this one has a stone cellar, completely windowless down there."
"Great...I'll go now, while the sun's up."
"Buffy! I absolutely forbid it!" Giles protested.
"Relax, Giles. I've got plenty of stakes. Besides, I'm being realistic. If he really wanted to, I think we already know he can kill me."
Giles sighed and nodded, hating to admit she was right. The Master had killed her once and nearly a second time. Shaitan had already demonstrated he could defeat her. Without Buffy going to scout him out, they wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Later that day....
Cordelia dropped Buffy off in front of the mansion, being the one with a car. Buffy got out and closed the door. She was walking towards the house when Cordi's window rolled down.
"I still don't see why I have to drive you. I'll have you know I'm missing a very important hair appointment for this."
"Cordelia, you have a car, I don't. Besides, you live on the hellmouth. I'm the slayer, who keeps it from opening. It's in your best interest for survival to do these little things for me."
"I still don't see why you couldn't take the bus. It's what all the other not normal people do."
"Go. Just be back to pick me up half an hour before sundown."
As Cordelia continued to complain, Buffy just walked up to the door. Looking around a bit, she saw no alarm system, but how many vampires bother with alarms. As quietly as she could, she pushed the door in, until the lock broke.
Stepping inside, she was surprised at the amount of illumination. Vampires were not known for being too fond of bright lights, but this was not the ordinary vampire. After the entry hall, Buffy stumbled into the library.
'Giles would have a field day here,' Buffy thought.
It was filled with tomes, some appearing centuries old, but remarkably preserved. Buffy had little interest in them, but she glanced at some of the markings on their sides, not recognizing a single language.
After some more searching, Buffy found the doorway to the cellar. It was unlocked. Apparently, Shaitan had no fear of visitors, not even slayers. Cautiously, she creeped down the stairs and into the candlelit cellar. The first thing she saw was a figure sitting in a grieving position in a lush chair, staring at a large portrait. Buffy couldn't believe her eyes. The portrait was her.....a little older, but her.
"What the?" she muttered.
"Leave me alone," the man said, not even moving.
"Well, you know, I'd like to, but that whole nearly killing me thing kinda bugs me."
"What do you want?"
"Answers. Why did you attack me?"
"You killed the last vampire I sired, my last legacy. I won't create anymore, and you took him away."
"Could you be more specific?"
"I knew him as Yotziik, but most knew of him as the Master."
"He.....was yours?" Buffy asked in anger and fear.
"Yes."
"So who was she? I'm guessing she's the reason you stopped."
"Why do you care?"
"I'm asking."
"It was nearly three thousand years ago. Her name was Mirianna. She was not a princess, but she had more nobility than any other I'd ever known. She saw me for what I was, but she did not run away in terror. She pitied me and loved me, despite what I was. That night we met, the terror I was died, and the cold heart stirred once more. I stopped killing humans and creating vampires. I felt alive with her. When she finally died, I was shattered, lost. You reminded me of her, so I did not kill you. Isn't that enough?"
"I'm sorry. I know what that's like."
"How could you know?"
He turned and looked into her eyes. Seeing the pain there, still so fresh, so deep, he knew she did understand. He nodded silently and turned back to the painting.
"I won't attack you, again, despite what you have done. Now, please, just leave me to my sorrow, the sorrow of knowing I shall never be reunited with my love. You at least will be one day, if not in this life, then the next. I won't, for I can never leave this life."
"Why not just take your life?"
"Not that simple. I am more than just a vampire. I am accursed. I can never die, until love redeems me, so says the Lord. Such a lie," he said sinking further into the chair.
Buffy nodded silently, then turned to leave. Before she got to the top of the steps, she thought of something and looked back to Shaitan.
"Will you help me?"
"What?"
"I was just thinking, with all those spellbooks upstairs, maybe you could help me."
"I don't know."
"I'm sorry for your loss, but maybe, if you really did love her, you would help save the love of another, for her memory."
"I fail to understand your request."
"Angel. I love him. He was cursed by gypsies to have his soul restored, but that bastard Spike used some spell to take it away, again. Do you know how to curse him?"
"I should. I invented the spell. The gypsy version though was a pale version of it though."
"Will you help me then?"
"I don't know. These powerful magics have high prices. How much are you willing to give?"
"As much as it takes."
"Come back tomorrow. I'll give you my decision then."
Buffy nodded, trying not to get her hopes up, but she could hardly suppress a smile as she left the house.
Later that night.....
"Well....."
"Well, what?" Angel replied, arching his eyebrow at Spike.
"We've fed. Dru is out and won't be back for another hour or so, and I have my strength back. Why don't we go to your room?"
"I'm waiting for a phone call."
"He might not call tonight, baby," Spike said rolling his eyes, "He really wanted to make her suffer. Then, he'll let you turn her. Besides, you have a portable. Take it to the bedroom with us."
Angel smiled, as Spike nuzzled his neck, lightly growling. He grabbed Spike by the front of the shirt and pulled their lips together. For several minutes, Angel crushed Spike's mouth with his and plundered with his tongue. When he pulled away, dark bruises covered Spike's mouth.
Angel picked up the phone, and they headed to the bedroom. As soon as they were in the room, Spike slapped a pair of handcuffs on Angel. When Angel looked at Spike, Spike just had his goofy grin on, which meant Angel was in for some interesting games.
Standing still, Angel let Spike shred his clothes, removing every bit of covering from his defined body. His hands roamed, exploring the flesh he knew and constantly craved. Spike had never found another like him. Other beauties, yes, but no male quite compared to his Angel. Even his smell was completely unique. He slapped a cockring on Angel to make him last longer and continued roaming his hands over every sensitive area he knew of.
Unable to resist any longer, Spike pushed Angel face down onto the bed. He stripped, revealing the leather straps he was wearing underneath his clothes, and the leather cock ring that held his pulsing, stone rod. Spike secured Angel's hands to the top of the bed and used ropes to tie Angel's legs to the foot of the bed, spread wide.
He started gently, running his hand teasingly across Angel's backside. Proceeding to ramming an ungreased finger into Angel's ass. Angel moaned, enjoying the rough handling. Spike smiled and withdrew a paddle. Angel tried to turn to see what it was, but Spike kept the paddle out of view, until Angel felt the first blow connect with his backside. He grunted, but said nothing. Spike continued, until finally Angel was whimpering, covered in sweat, and his pale cheeks had turned bright red.
Then Spike pulled out a large container of lubricant. Angel smiled, knowing he would be filled soon, but he had no idea how full. First two fingers slipped inside him, then three. Angel gasped in surprise when a fourth one penetrated him, causing him to tear slightly. Spike was merciful on him, and let Angel adjust to the four fingers, before slipping his entire hand into the protesting hole. Angel screamed as his ass was set on fire, penetrated like never before. Spike moved slowly at first, but as the muscles began to relax, he started plunging in up to midarm. Angel writhed in the exquisite agony, for with each fisting stroke, Spike rolled his prostate gland between two fingers.
"Please, Spike, no more.....I can't take anymore," Angel gasped between his combination of screams and moans.
"Yes, you can, and you will," Spike purred, "I'm far from through."
The fisting lasted about ten more minutes, until Spike finally withdrew his arm. Angel could barely move, just the way Spike wanted him. With Angel already so greased up, and the hole already healing and tightening back up, Spike plunged his impressive manhood into the exhausted hole. Normally, Angel would not scream at this, but being so sore after his first fisting, the fuck was more than he could stand. He tried to get away from it, but Spike was too heavy, and the handcuffs held.
"Please....Spike....stop.....I'll....do.....anything......oh.....yes.....fuck ....."
"That's my baby."
Spike went on pumping for an hour, fucking Angel completely raw, before shooting his load. Having climaxed, Spike undid Angel's bonds and turned him over, as Angel was too tired to move. Seeing the cock, red and straining in the cockring, Spike removed the device and took Angel in his mouth. Angel didn't even last through two swirls of Spike's tongue. His large load emptied right into the waiting throat and stomach.
Just before Angel passed out, from exhaustion, he turned to Spike who had settled into the bed and was resting his head on Angel's chest.
"Spike?"
"Hmmm?"
"Next time, you're wearing the cuffs."
Spike grinned and gently bit a nipple, before he realized Angel was fast asleep. He sighed, laying his head back down on the broad chest.
"So much for an all nighter," he mumbled and drifted off to his own dreams.
The next night, Buffy, Giles, Willow, and Xander entered the mansion just after sunset. Giles had complained the whole way, begging Buffy to let him bring a crossbow, just in case, but Buffy refused, not wanting to jeopardize her chance to stop and save Angel. They found Shaitan waiting for them in the main room, studying over his spells. Giles gasped at the sheer size and rare volumes. Buffy was right, he'd have a field day among the books.
"Make yourself at home," Shaitan said, indicating Buffy.
"Well, the door wasn't locked."
"I know, you ripped the lock off last time you were here."
"So, have you reached a decision?"
"Yes. For her memory, I will help you."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. It isn't over."
"If I may, how many volumes here are thought lost or unique?" Giles had to ask.
"All but two."
Giles reverently placed his hand gently on the binding of the nearest book, feeling the hum of untold power and knowledge within.
"The ceremony begins at the 13th hour. I'm glad you brought your friends. It takes four besides the caster and the person being enchanted to work. I'll make the call to get Angel over here."
"The 13th hour?" Buffy asked curiously.
"One o'clock in the morning," Giles offered, "It is often referred to by witches as the 13th hour, a time of potent power."
"Very good, Mr.?"
"Giles."
"Mr. Giles."
Angel nearly leapt when the phone rang. He tripped over the still sleeping Spike, who growled at being disturbed, and bumped into Drusilla, who had picked up the phone.
"My head has been singing, again. My Angel will be so happy."
"Dru?"
"Oh, it's for you. The man seems so nice. He has her with him. She's waiting for you now."
"May I talk to him?"
"Alright, but hurry back now. I'm planning a party tonight, to welcome a new member of our happy family."
"Hello?" Angel said smiling, as he answered the phone.
"Angel. I'm done. I'd recommend you get here quick though. She won't live much longer, and if she's to be turned, you'd better get here before her injuries kill her. I'm at the mansion at the North edge of town."
"On my way."
"Angel?" Spike asked, standing up naked, yawning.
"Time for me to go get her. I gotta rush though."
"Finally, this problem is resolved," Spike said, but his problems were just starting as Drusilla began pinching his ass.
"Dru!"
"What? It makes pretty colors."
Spike growled and pinned her on the bed. Angel grabbed his clothes, dressing as he walked out, leaving the two to sex. He hopped in his newly acquired car, courtesy of a young college couple he had fed off of and turned the night before, and sped away to the house.
Angel whistled as he entered the mansion, upon hearing Shaitan calling him to "enter." Angel saw Shaitan in an ornate robe, sitting in his study reading a book.
"Well......where is she?"
"Downstairs. Follow me."
Angel followed his handsome ally down to the cellar where he saw Buffy, lying face down on the stone alter in the center. He couldn't see much of her, since she was covered with a cloth, but there was a slow rising and falling of breath. He was just reaching to remove the drape when he suddenly found himself being lifted and tossed against the wall. The breath was knocked out of him, metaphorically speaking.
As Angel tried to regain his balance, he saw Buffy hop off the table to help his assailant, Shaitan. A pair of thick, iron manacles were placed around his wrists, and a second pair around his ankles. Angel was then dragged, struggling, as he regained his sense of equilibrium, over to the alter. Two large iron rings adorned the alter, one above his head and one by his feet. His manacles were securely fastened when he fully recovered.
"What's going on? I thought we had a deal."
"We did. Things change."
"What is this. You want more of me, for her. Fine. I enjoyed your cock inside me. Give me more."
Buffy glared at Shaitan who shrugged his shoulders. He proceeded to gag Angel, to avoid Buffy losing control over his comments, which were no where near finished. Shaitan ripped at Angel's shirt and jacket, until he was half naked.
"What do you think you are doing?" Buffy asked, assuming after Angel's comments what Shaitan planned.
"I need his chest bared, if I am to trace the proper runes on it," Shaitan replied with solemnly, holding up a strange, sharp, curved stick and a vial of liquid, which seemed to glow on its own.
Shaitan began tracing the intricate designs on Angel's chest, arms, and face, despite the moving. When he was finished, he stepped back, looking for imperfections in the flow. He raised his hands over Angel, and uttered arcane phrases.
"Des pit-tara, nu' kngr. Evol-que. Jassl'd'kman. Complacito, envelitium, willkar, disca'd."
The runes covering Angel's body, except for a very intricate, evil looking one on his forehead, disappeared. Angel's eyes glazed over, and his muscles relaxed.
"There," Shaitan said to Buffy, "Now he will be quite.....pliable for the next few hours. I need him this way for the spell to work. It only functions properly when the subject being enchanted is 'willing' for the soul to be restored. Shall we begin? The hour approaches."
Buffy nodded. She handed copies of what everyone was supposed to say and when. The phrases would be spoken only when Shaitan gave the signals for each one. Next, everyone dressed in white robes, a contrast to Shaitan's deep, lavender robe. Shaitan gathered the last few things he would need for the ritual, then it began.
"Entherysslak. D'vakr. Moinek. Gk'lorj'he. Cladkk'lik. Sumal'ol, devi'sku."
Shaitan nodded.
"Oh, Mighty Entherysslak, we summon thee. In this hour of darkness, bring your light," the four mortals chanted.
"C'mardliss. D'veklah, m'ligm. Estrevantium. Omarkduval, extrementi, vacaros. Extrementum, invenemtum!"
"Your child has strayed, then he was found. He is lost, again. We implore thee. Find him, again!"
"Ehter, ka, impolru'dk. Invadikl, emolige."
"We call his soul from the eternal rest to live again. Return to fill this vessel of evil with good."
The air began to shimmer and a glowing mist formed above the still form of Angel. It gathered more and more of itself, until it shown like a miniature sun. In one more flash of brilliance, it plunged into the body, causing the form to begin jerking in convulsions, as a war raged within. The two forces, Angel's soul and the demon spirit, seemed to be equal, as light poured from his right eye and black fire from his left. Shaitan paid it little attention and continued.
"Janussk, mirrus, apratsep'lk. Oun-miscrsd. Upfwuel!"
"Janussk, Jianni, Janos, Lord or Duality, God of Opposites, by all your known names, we call thee. Come, aid this worthy and unworthy cause!"
"Sevkamus, inkhostim, placenti. Devimiko, disparrtu'lk. Entherysslak, consemptil."
"Take away his evil, for now and forever, Janos. Entherysslak, never again shall you allow his light to be extinguished."
Shaitan placed his hands on the rune on Angel's forehead. Suddenly, the black fire poured from within Angel, through the rune, and into Shaitan. Shaitan gasped in horrible pain, but held his hands in place, until finally the black fire was emptied out of Angel and into him, and the rune vanished. Shaitan collapsed to the floor, convulsing like Angel had been moments before, his eyes covered with the onyx flames.
Buffy rushed to help him up, but was thrown back the room was filled with winds not of this world. Entherysslak had heard them, and it was now the 13th hour. Bands of energy and light poured from nothing and into the now sleeping form of Angel. The soul within glowed once more, bonding with the bands which spread like chains to every cell of his body, permanently melding body and soul, until the body was no more.
As quickly as it began, it was over. Angel began to stir, and Shaitan was getting to his feet, the black flames barely visible in his pupils, but still there. Buffy rushed to Angel's side as he woke up.
"Buffy?"
"I'm here, my love."
"Where are we? What's going on? My head is spinning with images. I can't make sense of them."
"It' alright. Just rest," Buffy said kissing his forehead, as Angel passed out, utterly drained by the forces which had run through him.
"Are you alright?" Buffy asked Shaitan.
"Take him and go. Now!" Shaitan said, a strain in his voice.
"What's wrong?"
"I said go."
"You didn't just restore his soul, did you?" Giles asked, shedding his robe.
"No. The gypsy spell was based on mine, but I never learned it. My spell calls for much more than simply calling the soul back and making the demon dormant. I told you, Buffy, there is always a price, and I have paid it."
"What did you do?" Buffy asked, fear creeping into her voice.
"I restored his soul, for as long as he lives. He will always be a vampire in body, but the soul shall never be taken away, again. In order to do this, I had to remove the demon spirit and contain it within myself. It is slowly taking over. By nightfall, the evil of Angeles will possess me.....so I'm going to see the sunrise."
"But--"
"No, buts girl! Take him and go! This is not for your eyes!"
"Come, Buffy. Let's show our gratitude by leaving him as he asks," Giles stated, taking Buffy's arm. Willow and Xander helped Buffy carry Angel to Giles' car. As they drove away, they saw the mansion going up in a blaze and collapsing in on itself, like the gods had struck down a giant with a ball of fire.
"Giles, did you see?" Willow asked, staring in amazement.
"Yes. I thought he would, otherwise I would have done it for him."
"What?"
"As much as I wanted to learn what secrets his volumes contained, that kind of knowledge was too much, too dangerous for any creature in this world to possess. He couldn't risk it falling into evil hands, or any other hands for that matter."
As they drove towards the apartment Angel had called home, Buffy shed a tear, waving goodbye to the enigmatic being she barely knew, the man who had given her her love back to honor the memory of his lost love. He did not acknowledge her though, staring into the blaze, waiting for the sun to rise in a few hours.
Before sunrise....
Spike was pacing the lair, while Drusilla stared at the sentries they had left, sending fear into their cold hearts.
"Where is he? He should be back by now with the tramp! You don't suppose he's decided to be a slut and sleep with that wanker, again, do you?" Spike growled, turning to Dru.
"Maybe they wanted to be alone, like we did earlier," Dru said with a smile.
Shaitan stared at the horizon. The sky was starting to lighten. It wouldn't be long now, but would it be enough. The last time he has done this, his bones had remained and reformed him in a few hours. What else could there be? This was a noble act. Had love not redeemed him?
The first rays penetrated the night, striking him. It was different from before. He felt no pain as they kissed his skin.
"I understand, my Lord. Thank you. I am coming to join you, Mirianna."
There was no great show, no screams of power. Only a sigh marked Shaitan's departure and redemption, as his body turned to ashe, to be carried up to the heavens. The evil he had become had finally destroyed itself. He was redeemed, not only by loving his princess, but by learning to love a stranger whom he felt he should hate. Love had set him free, at last.
So spare your heart, save your soul Don't drag your love across the coals Find your feet and your fortune can be told Release, relax, let go And hey now, let's recover And hey now, let's recover Hey now, let's recover your soul
-Recover Your Soul
Music by Elton John. Lyrics by Bernie Taupin. Off of the the Elton John album, The Big Picture. The copyright is owned by William A Bong Ltd, whose exclusive licensee in the US is Rocket Records. All rights reserved. They own it, not me. (c) 1997
Drusilla screamed, as she felt like she was on fire. The pain ended quickly, but her sight was sending knowledge she did not want. As the visions stopped, she collapsed. Spike rushed to her, smoothing her hair back, waiting for her to recover. She would be able to tell him what had happened. Soon, she awoke.
"Dru, what did you see?" Spike questioned fearing her answer.
"Angel. My Angel is gone. I saw the sun, the fire," she said, stuttering slightly from her shaking.
Spike let himself fall backwards, onto the floor, not moving, as blood tears poured from his eyes. Drusilla went into a rage, however. Climbing to her feet, her true face broke through. She turned to the sentries.
"Why should you live while my Angel is lost?"
The puzzled vampires looked around at each other, not sure what she meant, until she ripped the heart out of the nearest one, turning him to dust. Some tried to run. They were the ones who got to live about five minutes more than the rest. The ones that tried to fight her fell in seconds to her normally fantastic strength, which rage had only enhanced. Soon, all vampires near Drusilla, save her Spike, were dust. After tearing the lair up some, she joined Spike in tears.
Buffy stayed by Angel's side the whole day, waiting for him to wake up. Her friends had done their usual, skillful job of covering for her. He finally stirred at sunset. His throat was dry, so Buffy went to his refrigerator to get him one of the blood packs. He drank it quickly, taking deep breaths as relief flooded his system.
"Buffy? Why are you here? I remember now. I remember..." Angel said, curling into a ball on the bed, as he came fully awake.
Buffy tugged at him gently, until she could see his face. He was crying from shame and fear of seeing hatred or revulsion in her eyes. She answered his silent fear by pulling him into a hug. He cried, until his voice was raw.
"Ssshhh.....It's over now Angel. The evil is gone."
"I....I have to leave. Don't you see? How many times must we be taught we can't be together? I put you in danger and your friends."
"Angel, I'm the slayer. I'm always in danger, and so is anyone in this town."
"But what I did.....to you, to Willow....could happen again....I....."
"No, it can't happen, again. That was Shaitan's gift to me....to us."
"Shaitan? Who?"
"Handsome and mysterious with a brand on his forehead."
"Shaitan, the Shaitan. But why would he do that?"
"I looked like someone he loved, a long time ago. For her, he helped us."
"But what I did can't just be excused, Buffy," Angel protested, getting up.
"Fine, you're right. You need to be punished," Buffy said to his back in a stern tone, watching him stiffen like he'd been stung with her words, "and I'm going to pass sentence right here, right now."
"What do you want?" the weak voice asked, barely more than a whisper.
"First, you will finish what you started doing, helping good level the field. Next, you will help keep the slayer safe to the best of your abilities as long as you live, which running away from her does not count. Finally, you will learn to accept her love, and the forgiveness of the people you hurt. I know for a fact that a few have already forgiven you."
"Buffy?" Angel turned around, staring at her clenched jaw, knowing she wouldn't budge on this.
She pulled him to her. She crushed her lips against his. Despite all the shame Angel felt, his love for her would not let him pull away anymore. She had become his world. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.
She led him to the bed, never breaking their kiss. Somehow, they managed to stay locked in their kiss, as Buffy undressed them. Released from their clothes, their worries, they loved. It was heaven on earth.
Buffy reached down and found Angel, ready for her. She guided him into her. Slowly, they merged into one. They were connected in heart, mind, and soul. It was slow and fast at the same time, their caresses. The pleasure of the flesh was nothing compared to giving themselves to each other. They would always be together, now, no matter what happened. No force in life or death could separate them. They continued for hours, until, finally, release came. Even then, spent in energy, they never came apart.
Angel awoke to Buffy stroking his hair. He looked at her and saw nothing but love in her eyes. He could never leave her. Her love for him, equaled his for her. He had become her world, the one thing she could no longer be whole without.
"Angel?"
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you didn't try to leave. I hate traveling, and I would have searched the world for you....besides, someone has to pay to have the stains removed," Buffy said, revealing a wry grin at the end.
"Huh?"
"My shirt," she said, pointing to the stains his blood tears had left.
Angel laughed gently and settled back down against her. He wanted to stay with her like this forever.
"Dru?" Spike asked, being the first to wake up after sunset, coming out of the initial shock and pain.
"They need to die. All of them. This world doesn't deserve to live without my Angel."
"My thoughts exactly, love. That's why we need to take a trip. The slayer is alive, and she needs to die first."
"Spike?"
"We're going to Europe. We need to gather up the old friends, the old blood. Then, we'll be back and this entire continent will be one giant graveyard."
"It will reek of decay," Dru said with a smile.
"That will, love, that it will," Spike confirmed with a kiss.
The pair got up. After a few hours of making preparations, getting their things together, and cleaning themselves up, they drove out of Sunnydale, making a silent promise to return.....to return one last time.
The End
To be continued?
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