The Lover's Rage

Sep 24, 2011 19:52

Title: The Lover's Rage
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Dralf
Wordcount: 530
Setting: Pre-Surprise
Characters/Pairings: Buffy/Angel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These are Joss Whedon's toys. I'm just playing with them.
Summary: It only took a moment for someone's life to end.
Notes: Written for the prompt 'Power of Love' over at ba_rosebuds

It was a quiet night in the cemetery when the gunshot rang out. It was quick. One second, she was walking with him, hands brushing but not yet touching. The next, she was falling forwards, the sweet scent of her blood filling the air.

“Buffy!”

Angel dropped beside her, staring at the scarlet flower blossoming on her back. Her heartbeat was faint, tremulous and hesitant as if her body was trying to decide whether to give in or not. It wasn’t a hopeful sound, but it was better than no sound at all. His mind was in a frenzy, focused solely on her, the fading future, and his shattering heart.

She couldn’t die, he couldn’t lose her again. Not when he loved her, not when he’d kissed her and held her in his arms and bought a ring to give her on her seventeenth birthday. He knew Slayers died young, but she couldn’t die. Not this young, not because a coward had shot her.

“The hospital’s not far. I can take you…” He drew her into his lap. Her eyes stared at him, still alive but full of pain. The light was leaving them rapidly. One of his hands grasped hers and squeezed. “Hey, stay with me.” He wouldn’t give up on her.

The ghost of a smile flickered across her face before it was stolen away by a hacking cough. Blood spurted forth from her mouth, speckling her blue coat.

“You can’t go. Not now.” He squeezed her hand again though his vampire hearing told him what he refused to believe.

She was gone. Forever.

“You’re next, vampire.” It was a cold voice - the voice of her killer.

His eyes raised, a growl rumbling up from deep within his chest. There were seven men circling around him. The one who had spoken carried a gun while the others were equipped with stakes. His eyes flashed yellow as he launched himself at the gun-toting man.

In his surprise at the sudden ferocity in the vampire, the man dropped the gun and reached for his waistband. He didn’t have time to draw his stake before Angel’s hands wrapped around his throat, crushing his pharynx in one swift move. The man sputtered and fell.

The other six moved quickly, but they were mere humans and he was a demon fighting with the fire of a thousand hells. Red tinged his vision as he cracked bones and tore through skin. He wasn’t aware of the blood or the screams or the fear. All he knew was that he had to kill them all.

Then it was all over. Angel crumbled to his knees, the strength leeching out of his body. The bodies of the seven men were strewn around him; each body bearing the marks of a terrible, bloody assault. He didn’t know who they were or what they wanted past the Slayer’s death.

Angel crawled towards Buffy’s body - it didn’t seem right to refer to her as such but that’s what she was, a corpse - and pulled her into his embrace. Tears tumbled from his eyes and he held her close, crying for having failed the person he loved most of all.

pairing: angel/buffy, char: buffy, buffy the vampire slayer, char: angel, fanfiction

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