Evil Angelus 95
Total Dork
Nothing more than a oneshot showing a confrontation between Buffy and Angelus. The imagination takes you to some weird places 😛
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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One Of These Nights
"Go on, do it. I'm waiting." His voice rang in her ears as she held the stake in her hand, the weapon itself raised and ready for a strike. She had done it a million times before, and she knew how easily she could do it now, simply plunge it into his heart and watch as he exploded into dust.
"Are you freaking death? I said DO IT! Go on, put that stake straight through my heart." Her heart fluttered for a minute, and as she looked back at those chocolate brown eyes, she felt her heart drop. There was no love or compassion behind them, the usual 'warmth' missing.
"You're not Angel."
"Correct. Soul boy's not here. It's just you and me." He replied, a grin plastered all over his face. He took a step towards her, and as she backed away, she heard him start to laugh.
"Oh, don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you, not one little bit." He said, the laughter rapidly dying within his throat. "I'm gonna hurt you a lot."
"I swear, if you lay so much as one hand on me"¦" She started before he interrupted her.
"You'll what? Attack me with your little stick? Oh, I'm scared all right." Still backing up, Buffy felt the cool stone of the wall behind her as she ran into the mausoleum. Out of room to move, she closed her eyes as he towered over her, his breath pouring down onto her hair and neck.
"You're afraid. I can smell it all over you."
"Piss off."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to just go away and never come back. And don't get me wrong, I'd have fun with it, destroying lives everywhere I went, setting entire cities ablaze, and all the while, you'd be here, knowing the entire time that you could have ended it right here." He replied, gripping her arm in his hand. She gave out an exclaimed breath as the sudden pain coursed through her body. "I'm right, aren't it? I want to hear you say it."
"I'd die before I would say that to you." She answered him, her eyes open now, but still not containing any of the drive and determination that they usually held. As rare as the moment was, she was genuinely afraid.
"I can easily arrange that, but I wouldn't have any fun with it. So let's make this easy for both of us. Say it."
"No."
"Say it!" He shouted, gripping her arm even tighter in the process.
"No!"
"I can easily make you scream it if I wanted to, now goddamn it, say it!"
"No!" She replied for the final time, spitting into his eye as she finished. Wiping it off with his free hand, he smiled back at her.
"You know, I'm going to enjoy seeing you again, Buffy. We'll meet some other time. Maybe then you'll actually have the guts to end this." He said, releasing his grip on her, and walking off into the darkness that surrounded the cemetery, not saying another word. Breathing heavily, Buffy fought back the hot tears that threatened to overflow from her eyes.
She hated him. Oh, how she hated him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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One Of These Nights
"Go on, do it. I'm waiting." His voice rang in her ears as she held the stake in her hand, the weapon itself raised and ready for a strike. She had done it a million times before, and she knew how easily she could do it now, simply plunge it into his heart and watch as he exploded into dust.
"Are you freaking death? I said DO IT! Go on, put that stake straight through my heart." Her heart fluttered for a minute, and as she looked back at those chocolate brown eyes, she felt her heart drop. There was no love or compassion behind them, the usual 'warmth' missing.
"You're not Angel."
"Correct. Soul boy's not here. It's just you and me." He replied, a grin plastered all over his face. He took a step towards her, and as she backed away, she heard him start to laugh.
"Oh, don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you, not one little bit." He said, the laughter rapidly dying within his throat. "I'm gonna hurt you a lot."
"I swear, if you lay so much as one hand on me"¦" She started before he interrupted her.
"You'll what? Attack me with your little stick? Oh, I'm scared all right." Still backing up, Buffy felt the cool stone of the wall behind her as she ran into the mausoleum. Out of room to move, she closed her eyes as he towered over her, his breath pouring down onto her hair and neck.
"You're afraid. I can smell it all over you."
"Piss off."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to just go away and never come back. And don't get me wrong, I'd have fun with it, destroying lives everywhere I went, setting entire cities ablaze, and all the while, you'd be here, knowing the entire time that you could have ended it right here." He replied, gripping her arm in his hand. She gave out an exclaimed breath as the sudden pain coursed through her body. "I'm right, aren't it? I want to hear you say it."
"I'd die before I would say that to you." She answered him, her eyes open now, but still not containing any of the drive and determination that they usually held. As rare as the moment was, she was genuinely afraid.
"I can easily arrange that, but I wouldn't have any fun with it. So let's make this easy for both of us. Say it."
"No."
"Say it!" He shouted, gripping her arm even tighter in the process.
"No!"
"I can easily make you scream it if I wanted to, now goddamn it, say it!"
"No!" She replied for the final time, spitting into his eye as she finished. Wiping it off with his free hand, he smiled back at her.
"You know, I'm going to enjoy seeing you again, Buffy. We'll meet some other time. Maybe then you'll actually have the guts to end this." He said, releasing his grip on her, and walking off into the darkness that surrounded the cemetery, not saying another word. Breathing heavily, Buffy fought back the hot tears that threatened to overflow from her eyes.
She hated him. Oh, how she hated him.