Guilty Soul Chapter 12
I finally have an update to Guilty Soul. I hope everyone enjoys it.
Title: Guilty Soul
Author: UncagedMuse a.k.a raemcn
Chapter Word Count: 2271
Pairing: S/B
Summary: Set in season 5 of Angel. A personal journal written by Buffy Summers just before the destruction of Sunnydale is found in the excavation Angel is heading. What will it reveal to the two men who love her and how will each react?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I’m just using them for my own twisted satisfaction.
Thank you so very much spikeslovebite for the beta. Love you.
Chapter 12
The Dam Breaks
“Spike.” The word was softly whispered from between trembling lips.
The sound of need struck him. Her voice wanting, pleading for him to turn around. He had never heard her sound so desperate and lost before. It forced him to move, to comfort. He couldn’t let her be in pain even if he was hurt in the process.
“Buffy,” he replied gently, and before he could move more than one step to face her, a body slammed into him from behind with such force, they both went flying. Small powerful hands groped his person as the voice of an angel from Heaven babbled.
“Spike, you’re here. You’re real. I know Wes said you were back, but I was afraid. Afraid I’d get here and it would all be a fantasy I’d created. Just a dream I wanted too much and then I’d find you still gone. You know…my luck, they’re always gone…always too late…too forceful…must save the world…must be the one…the only…just gone. But you’re not…You’re really here.” The small blonde’s voice broke on a sob.
The vampire flipped over and immediately wrapped his arms around his diminutive slayer. Sitting up and stroking her hair, he began to rock back and forth hoping to provide solace.
“Shh luv. No need for tears. I’ve got you. Spike’s got you,” he consoled. His heart leapt in his chest with the knowledge that she was here for him. That he, Spike, meant enough to come in search of. Not only that, but she’d dreamed, longed for his return.
“Wanted…Needed you…but you weren’t there. So many…days, nights…not there. But…you’re here now. Please believe me. You have to believe I love you… Please,” she begged into his black tee. Tears and snot soaked his chest, a feeling he couldn’t help but treasure.
“Pet, need you to calm down for me,” the blond vampire purred. “Promise I believe you…always. Come on, luv. Calm down for your Spike.”
~@~@~@~@~
Down the hall from Angel’s office Fred saw Wesley standing with a young, slender brunette. Jealousy flared into a blaze inside the tiny Texan’s heart as she wondered who the beautiful woman next to her man could be. She strode purposely toward the two, who remained ignorant of her presence.
Her pace accelerated as the younger woman’s hand grabbed hold of Wesley’s arm and she began to whisper intimately in his ear. Quickly, Fred reached the two and grabbed the former Watcher, jerking him around to face her. Her brilliant mind provided her with the only action needed and she soon had Wesley in a very secure embrace as her lips took ownership of his in an obvious claiming.
At first Wesley didn’t know who had him or what was happening until a powdery soft scent wafted through his senses. Realizing it was Fred suckling at his bottom lip, he groaned, grasping her waist and pulling her hard against his body, grinding their lower halves together.
Fred’s body was on fire. Never before had she been so overwhelmed with need for someone else. Not during her one and only tryst in her first year at college, not in her fantasies about Angel after being rescued from Pylea and never with Gunn, whom at the time she’d thought she loved.
“Geez, rude much?” Dawn mumbled to herself as the couple next to her stayed locked in a graphic groping session as if they were alone.
Wesley’s lips broke away from Fred’s and trailed a path across her jaw and down the side of her neck. His hands, unable to resist the draw of her petite frame, moved of their own volition up her sides, thumbs spreading to run just under her breasts.
@~@~@~@~
When Buffy finally calmed, she allowed Spike to help her stand up, but kept him in her arms. Slowly, she brought her right hand to gently stroke his cheek and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck to pull his mouth to hers in a whisper soft kiss.
Soon, Spike took control, wrapping her tightly in his embrace and deepening the feather light kiss with a groan of satisfaction. He was in heaven. No other word could describe such perfection as his Buffy touching him, kissing him, loving him. Maybe he’d accidently dusted, because what was happening was far beyond his imagination.
Moaning into his mouth, Buffy’s fingers played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck as her other hand cupped the side of his face, the pad of her thumb stroking his cheek. The tips of her fingers took a path to the shell of his ear, tracing it before sliding slowly down his jaw line and began rubbing her thumb along the left side of his adam’s apple.
When Spike broke away to allow her breathe, Buffy once again whispered her love.
@~@~@~@~
Angel stalked across the lobby leading to his office where he hoped to find his aggravating grandchilde when he noticed Fred and Wes locked together in a heated kiss while a young dark haired woman stood next to them. Getting closer, he saw the back of Spike’s head inside of his office and rage filled his eyes as he caught a glimpse of who he had in his arms.
Hatred such as neither incarnation-Angel or Angelus-had ever known seared his long dead heart. Anger, loathing, and disgust ran rampant through his body, more intense than any emotion Angel could ever remember or come close to imagining. It struck him like a wrecking ball to the chest for one of his kind. For one of his bloodline. For Spike.
Must kill. Must destroy. Must annihilate, were his only thoughts.
The crazed vampire stormed toward the embracing couple, a stake appearing out of thin air in his hand, poised for the kill. Uncaring of whom or what was in his path, Angel slammed into Fred and Wesley, knocking the ex-watcher into Dawn and Fred into the floor.
Recovering quickly, Wes jumped to his feet, running to try and grab the dark vampire as Dawn screamed a warning to the blonde duo. Stunned, Buffy looked up just in time to see Angel strike. Everything suddenly slowed and the air grew heavy as the pointed tip of wood broke the skin of Spike’s back, but went no further. At the same moment a commanding feminine voice rang out loud and clear.
“I don’t think so big guy,” One miss Cordelia Chase, higher being of the upper realms, stated as she appeared next to a now immobile, wide eyed, and seemingly mute Angel. “You have really let that ego get the best of you this time.”
“Cordy,” Wes and Fred both spoke with awe at the same time as they walked toward their friend.
“Spike, Spike, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Buffy frantically began checking the vampire for injuries, running her hands all over his back as silent tears trickled down her cheeks. Encountering the stake pressed to his flesh, she stepped backwards quickly, pulling him with her, and turning him around to see how bad the damage was.
Through it all, Spike quietly watched in a stupor, perplexed as to why the stake only nicked him and why he wasn’t dust.
“Oh, my gods, Spike! You’re okay!” came a familiar shriek. Spike had a split second to realize there was only one person he knew who could reach such high decibels, before Dawn had thrown her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.
“You total idiot! Why didn’t you make someone call us when you popped out of that stupid amulet? Or come to us when you got all corporeal again? Was it because of me? I’m sorry for never making up with you. I’m sorry for getting into you and Buffy’s business without knowing the whole story. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave us again,” she babbled as snot ran from her nose.
“Aw, Niblet, none of this now. No need for tears. It had nothin’ to do with you or big sis. I was just being a right git thinkin’ neither of you needed me anymore.” Spike tried to sooth the young woman, realizing he was still undead as Buffy’s lips gently kissed the wound on his back.
“As sweet as this is I need everyone’s attention before the world goes to hell. Well not literal hell...maybe. I so have to get out of this white shapeless thing and awful sandals and that won’t happen until this is fixed, so listen up,” Cordy shouted over the din of voices.
Silence filled the room as everyone turned to stare at Cordelia in shock.
“Now that I have a rapt audience, the first thing everyone needs to know is Angel isn’t himself. Yeah, he does some idiotic things, but think about it, even with Spike and Buffy sucking each other’s faces off, he isn’t this much of an ass. Wolf, Ram, and Hart have been drugging his personal supply of blood, not only to allow his demon to break through, but also to craze Angelus and his soul.” Cordelia turned to glare at Angel.
“And you, you gigantic moron, if you didn’t let that huge ego of yours get the best of you the effects wouldn’t have been this severe. They know your weaknesses, they knew what to use on you, because you think you always know what’s best for everyone else. Surviving over two hundred years and being tapped by the Powers That Be to fight on their side does not make you the be-all, end-all, Angel!” As the volume of her voice escalated, she slapped him in the back of the head.
“You mean to tell me all of the insanity for the last few months has been due to drugged blood?” Wesley asked with a look of bewilderment on his face.
“That and the fact that Angel was never meant to make a deal with Wolfram and Hart, placing all of you in the belly of the beast. There were extenuating circumstances that he will explain once he has had a little down time in the upper realm, detoxing and learning how to be a better champion for the Powers.”
“Just a bleedin’ minute! Are you tellin’ us we have to clean up the poof’s mess while he goes on holiday?” Spike broke in.
“It’s not a vacation, Spike. It’s more like a smack down to get through that thick skull of his. It’s one last chance to learn what it really means to be a champion. If he doesn’t figure it out this time, then he’s dust. They can’t have him going off the rails anymore. He’s caused too many problems,” Cordelia told him quietly as her eyes glistened with tears.
“Do you hear me, Angel? Is any of this getting through? If you would have kept working to help the hopeless, working for the people instead of taking that stupid offer, everything would have turned out fine for Connor. But no, you took the easy way out and look where you are. You know I love you, but I can’t stop this and I can’t stop them if you don’t learn from your mistakes.”
Angel did hear what she was saying. Even in his state he heard and felt her grief.
“It is time,” a masculine voice boomed from the ether and Angel disappeared.
“So, what’s to be done, Cheerleader?” Spike asked.
Cordelia sniffed and held back the tears threatening to spill before she spoke, “You need to get all of Angel’s crew to willingly leave here. Their contracts with Wolfram and Hart are invalid because they were under the effects of a spell and never knew what Angel agreed to. If everyone leaves of their own free will, they can not be stopped and the balance is restored.”
“Wait one hairy minute! Are you telling me we just have to get Angel’s friends to walk out? That’s it? Nothing else?” Buffy finally joined the conversation.
“Yes.” Cordelia turned to look directly at Wesley and Fred. “Wes, you and Fred need to work on Gunn. He’s going to be the one to object, having gained the most. Lorne will be easy, just sing for him. Bonus, if you do this I get to be part of the team again instead of sitting on a stupid cloud in this horrible outfit being bored out of my mind.”
“Cordy, that is so great!” Fred exclaimed, reaching toward her friend. “I’ve missed you.”
“Sorry guys, I’m being called,” Cordelia said with an apologetic smile and blinked out of sight.
“Well, that was interesting. So Spike, I think it’s time we head back to the hotel and get some rest. The talking to Angel’s people we can deal with tomorrow.” Buffy looked at him in askance.
“Sure Slayer, you and Dawn need to get some kip. I’ll help Percy get started with Lorne,” Spike answered, misinterpreting what Buffy was saying as his eyes dropped to the floor and his shoulders slumped.
“Aren’t you coming with?” Buffy deployed a full Summers’ pout while looking up through her lashes and tentatively reaching out her hand for his.
“Oh…uh…yeah. If thas’ what you want, luv.” A shy smile lit up the vampire’s face as he grasped her proffered hand.
“Aww, aren’t they so cute. Two dipwads in love.” Dawn used the most annoying babyish voice she could come up with to tease them.
“Wes, Fred, we’ll be back in the morning.” Buffy nodded toward the two and strolled out of Angel’s office, never relinquishing her hold on Spike.
“Sure Buffy,” Fred replied, still shocked by the evening’s events.
TBC
Title: Guilty Soul
Author: UncagedMuse a.k.a raemcn
Chapter Word Count: 2271
Pairing: S/B
Summary: Set in season 5 of Angel. A personal journal written by Buffy Summers just before the destruction of Sunnydale is found in the excavation Angel is heading. What will it reveal to the two men who love her and how will each react?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I’m just using them for my own twisted satisfaction.
Thank you so very much spikeslovebite for the beta. Love you.
Chapter 12
The Dam Breaks
“Spike.” The word was softly whispered from between trembling lips.
The sound of need struck him. Her voice wanting, pleading for him to turn around. He had never heard her sound so desperate and lost before. It forced him to move, to comfort. He couldn’t let her be in pain even if he was hurt in the process.
“Buffy,” he replied gently, and before he could move more than one step to face her, a body slammed into him from behind with such force, they both went flying. Small powerful hands groped his person as the voice of an angel from Heaven babbled.
“Spike, you’re here. You’re real. I know Wes said you were back, but I was afraid. Afraid I’d get here and it would all be a fantasy I’d created. Just a dream I wanted too much and then I’d find you still gone. You know…my luck, they’re always gone…always too late…too forceful…must save the world…must be the one…the only…just gone. But you’re not…You’re really here.” The small blonde’s voice broke on a sob.
The vampire flipped over and immediately wrapped his arms around his diminutive slayer. Sitting up and stroking her hair, he began to rock back and forth hoping to provide solace.
“Shh luv. No need for tears. I’ve got you. Spike’s got you,” he consoled. His heart leapt in his chest with the knowledge that she was here for him. That he, Spike, meant enough to come in search of. Not only that, but she’d dreamed, longed for his return.
“Wanted…Needed you…but you weren’t there. So many…days, nights…not there. But…you’re here now. Please believe me. You have to believe I love you… Please,” she begged into his black tee. Tears and snot soaked his chest, a feeling he couldn’t help but treasure.
“Pet, need you to calm down for me,” the blond vampire purred. “Promise I believe you…always. Come on, luv. Calm down for your Spike.”
~@~@~@~@~
Down the hall from Angel’s office Fred saw Wesley standing with a young, slender brunette. Jealousy flared into a blaze inside the tiny Texan’s heart as she wondered who the beautiful woman next to her man could be. She strode purposely toward the two, who remained ignorant of her presence.
Her pace accelerated as the younger woman’s hand grabbed hold of Wesley’s arm and she began to whisper intimately in his ear. Quickly, Fred reached the two and grabbed the former Watcher, jerking him around to face her. Her brilliant mind provided her with the only action needed and she soon had Wesley in a very secure embrace as her lips took ownership of his in an obvious claiming.
At first Wesley didn’t know who had him or what was happening until a powdery soft scent wafted through his senses. Realizing it was Fred suckling at his bottom lip, he groaned, grasping her waist and pulling her hard against his body, grinding their lower halves together.
Fred’s body was on fire. Never before had she been so overwhelmed with need for someone else. Not during her one and only tryst in her first year at college, not in her fantasies about Angel after being rescued from Pylea and never with Gunn, whom at the time she’d thought she loved.
“Geez, rude much?” Dawn mumbled to herself as the couple next to her stayed locked in a graphic groping session as if they were alone.
Wesley’s lips broke away from Fred’s and trailed a path across her jaw and down the side of her neck. His hands, unable to resist the draw of her petite frame, moved of their own volition up her sides, thumbs spreading to run just under her breasts.
@~@~@~@~
When Buffy finally calmed, she allowed Spike to help her stand up, but kept him in her arms. Slowly, she brought her right hand to gently stroke his cheek and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck to pull his mouth to hers in a whisper soft kiss.
Soon, Spike took control, wrapping her tightly in his embrace and deepening the feather light kiss with a groan of satisfaction. He was in heaven. No other word could describe such perfection as his Buffy touching him, kissing him, loving him. Maybe he’d accidently dusted, because what was happening was far beyond his imagination.
Moaning into his mouth, Buffy’s fingers played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck as her other hand cupped the side of his face, the pad of her thumb stroking his cheek. The tips of her fingers took a path to the shell of his ear, tracing it before sliding slowly down his jaw line and began rubbing her thumb along the left side of his adam’s apple.
When Spike broke away to allow her breathe, Buffy once again whispered her love.
@~@~@~@~
Angel stalked across the lobby leading to his office where he hoped to find his aggravating grandchilde when he noticed Fred and Wes locked together in a heated kiss while a young dark haired woman stood next to them. Getting closer, he saw the back of Spike’s head inside of his office and rage filled his eyes as he caught a glimpse of who he had in his arms.
Hatred such as neither incarnation-Angel or Angelus-had ever known seared his long dead heart. Anger, loathing, and disgust ran rampant through his body, more intense than any emotion Angel could ever remember or come close to imagining. It struck him like a wrecking ball to the chest for one of his kind. For one of his bloodline. For Spike.
Must kill. Must destroy. Must annihilate, were his only thoughts.
The crazed vampire stormed toward the embracing couple, a stake appearing out of thin air in his hand, poised for the kill. Uncaring of whom or what was in his path, Angel slammed into Fred and Wesley, knocking the ex-watcher into Dawn and Fred into the floor.
Recovering quickly, Wes jumped to his feet, running to try and grab the dark vampire as Dawn screamed a warning to the blonde duo. Stunned, Buffy looked up just in time to see Angel strike. Everything suddenly slowed and the air grew heavy as the pointed tip of wood broke the skin of Spike’s back, but went no further. At the same moment a commanding feminine voice rang out loud and clear.
“I don’t think so big guy,” One miss Cordelia Chase, higher being of the upper realms, stated as she appeared next to a now immobile, wide eyed, and seemingly mute Angel. “You have really let that ego get the best of you this time.”
“Cordy,” Wes and Fred both spoke with awe at the same time as they walked toward their friend.
“Spike, Spike, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Buffy frantically began checking the vampire for injuries, running her hands all over his back as silent tears trickled down her cheeks. Encountering the stake pressed to his flesh, she stepped backwards quickly, pulling him with her, and turning him around to see how bad the damage was.
Through it all, Spike quietly watched in a stupor, perplexed as to why the stake only nicked him and why he wasn’t dust.
“Oh, my gods, Spike! You’re okay!” came a familiar shriek. Spike had a split second to realize there was only one person he knew who could reach such high decibels, before Dawn had thrown her arms around him, sobbing into his chest.
“You total idiot! Why didn’t you make someone call us when you popped out of that stupid amulet? Or come to us when you got all corporeal again? Was it because of me? I’m sorry for never making up with you. I’m sorry for getting into you and Buffy’s business without knowing the whole story. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave us again,” she babbled as snot ran from her nose.
“Aw, Niblet, none of this now. No need for tears. It had nothin’ to do with you or big sis. I was just being a right git thinkin’ neither of you needed me anymore.” Spike tried to sooth the young woman, realizing he was still undead as Buffy’s lips gently kissed the wound on his back.
“As sweet as this is I need everyone’s attention before the world goes to hell. Well not literal hell...maybe. I so have to get out of this white shapeless thing and awful sandals and that won’t happen until this is fixed, so listen up,” Cordy shouted over the din of voices.
Silence filled the room as everyone turned to stare at Cordelia in shock.
“Now that I have a rapt audience, the first thing everyone needs to know is Angel isn’t himself. Yeah, he does some idiotic things, but think about it, even with Spike and Buffy sucking each other’s faces off, he isn’t this much of an ass. Wolf, Ram, and Hart have been drugging his personal supply of blood, not only to allow his demon to break through, but also to craze Angelus and his soul.” Cordelia turned to glare at Angel.
“And you, you gigantic moron, if you didn’t let that huge ego of yours get the best of you the effects wouldn’t have been this severe. They know your weaknesses, they knew what to use on you, because you think you always know what’s best for everyone else. Surviving over two hundred years and being tapped by the Powers That Be to fight on their side does not make you the be-all, end-all, Angel!” As the volume of her voice escalated, she slapped him in the back of the head.
“You mean to tell me all of the insanity for the last few months has been due to drugged blood?” Wesley asked with a look of bewilderment on his face.
“That and the fact that Angel was never meant to make a deal with Wolfram and Hart, placing all of you in the belly of the beast. There were extenuating circumstances that he will explain once he has had a little down time in the upper realm, detoxing and learning how to be a better champion for the Powers.”
“Just a bleedin’ minute! Are you tellin’ us we have to clean up the poof’s mess while he goes on holiday?” Spike broke in.
“It’s not a vacation, Spike. It’s more like a smack down to get through that thick skull of his. It’s one last chance to learn what it really means to be a champion. If he doesn’t figure it out this time, then he’s dust. They can’t have him going off the rails anymore. He’s caused too many problems,” Cordelia told him quietly as her eyes glistened with tears.
“Do you hear me, Angel? Is any of this getting through? If you would have kept working to help the hopeless, working for the people instead of taking that stupid offer, everything would have turned out fine for Connor. But no, you took the easy way out and look where you are. You know I love you, but I can’t stop this and I can’t stop them if you don’t learn from your mistakes.”
Angel did hear what she was saying. Even in his state he heard and felt her grief.
“It is time,” a masculine voice boomed from the ether and Angel disappeared.
“So, what’s to be done, Cheerleader?” Spike asked.
Cordelia sniffed and held back the tears threatening to spill before she spoke, “You need to get all of Angel’s crew to willingly leave here. Their contracts with Wolfram and Hart are invalid because they were under the effects of a spell and never knew what Angel agreed to. If everyone leaves of their own free will, they can not be stopped and the balance is restored.”
“Wait one hairy minute! Are you telling me we just have to get Angel’s friends to walk out? That’s it? Nothing else?” Buffy finally joined the conversation.
“Yes.” Cordelia turned to look directly at Wesley and Fred. “Wes, you and Fred need to work on Gunn. He’s going to be the one to object, having gained the most. Lorne will be easy, just sing for him. Bonus, if you do this I get to be part of the team again instead of sitting on a stupid cloud in this horrible outfit being bored out of my mind.”
“Cordy, that is so great!” Fred exclaimed, reaching toward her friend. “I’ve missed you.”
“Sorry guys, I’m being called,” Cordelia said with an apologetic smile and blinked out of sight.
“Well, that was interesting. So Spike, I think it’s time we head back to the hotel and get some rest. The talking to Angel’s people we can deal with tomorrow.” Buffy looked at him in askance.
“Sure Slayer, you and Dawn need to get some kip. I’ll help Percy get started with Lorne,” Spike answered, misinterpreting what Buffy was saying as his eyes dropped to the floor and his shoulders slumped.
“Aren’t you coming with?” Buffy deployed a full Summers’ pout while looking up through her lashes and tentatively reaching out her hand for his.
“Oh…uh…yeah. If thas’ what you want, luv.” A shy smile lit up the vampire’s face as he grasped her proffered hand.
“Aww, aren’t they so cute. Two dipwads in love.” Dawn used the most annoying babyish voice she could come up with to tease them.
“Wes, Fred, we’ll be back in the morning.” Buffy nodded toward the two and strolled out of Angel’s office, never relinquishing her hold on Spike.
“Sure Buffy,” Fred replied, still shocked by the evening’s events.
TBC