Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13, I think. No worse than the show, really.
Disclaimer: Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Television, the WB, and UPN.
Original story: “As Moonlight Unto Sunlight” by aadler
Notes: Apologies for how short this section has been and how long it has taken for me to post. I've been knocked literally flat on my back due to back pain, and that is really not a position that is conducive to writing. Today has been my first day sitting up in a while.
Part One: Can be found here.
Part Two: Can be found here.
(the ‘All Thy Passions’ Remix)
Angel was able to sit motionless for long periods of time, if she so desired, and wasn’t much of one for nervous energy. She’d much rather fade into the background, and be automatically looked over in the shadows because of lack of movement, than expel energy in restless motion. It wasn’t as though she ever suffered from a lack of energy, but it was the principle of the matter.
The Slayer and the Watcher were telling the teenagers about vampires and Slayers, and Angel really wanted to be anywhere but where she was, but she couldn’t just disappear without raising more questions.
The Watcher wrapped up with, “I think that’s all the vampire information you need.”
Shaggy Boy disagreed, apparently, because he said, “Except for one thing. How do I kill them?”
“You don’t. I do,” the Slayer told him.
While they argued, the shy one turned to Angel with a quizzical look on her face. “If Buffy’s the Slayer, what are you?”
Angel met the other girl’s stare evenly. “One of a kind. You won’t find anything like me in those books.” It was the truth, as far as she knew: she had no doubt that her vampiric activities had shown up in Watcher’s journals for the century she was active, but no one other than Liam and the gypsies knew what had happened to her; the gypsies were notoriously private about such things, and she knew that Liam wouldn’t have told anyone, and probably would have just said that Angel had been killed. Which, as far as he was concerned, she had been. She wasn’t the same Angel she’d been before, and that Angel was dead, having been replaced with the Angel she was now.
The other girl turned back to the others, the disagreement having wrapped up to a point. “This is probably the dumb question, but shouldn't we call the police?”
Angel could understand the question; to these teenagers, the police were who you called when people were in danger. The police were the people who protected you. But this was Sunnydale, and the police were oblivious at best, and calling the police was not an option. They tended to not believe in things like vampires, and the only result would be dead policemen, which was what the Slayer was telling the other girl.
Before they could start arguing again, Angel cleared her throat. “I wish I could be of more help, really, but I can’t stay. I have things that I need to get to, and I won’t be of help beyond this. All I can tell you is that when you get inside the tunnels, head back towards the school.”
“Don’t suppose you have a key?” the Slayer snarked at her.
Angel shrugged. “They really don’t like me dropping in on them, and I try to avoid them.” She moved towards the door, and turned back with a sigh. “Be careful. You’re needed to stop the Harvest, and if you go down there by yourself, you’ll be putting yourself in danger.”
“Why don’t you go down with me?” the Slayer challenged her. “Or try to stop the Harvest thing yourself, if it’s that big of a deal?
Angel replied frankly, “Because I’m scared.” She took advantage of the Slayer’s surprise and used it to leave, trying to not feel guilty.
She was there to help the Slayer, but some fights weren’t hers. Some things, the Slayer had to do herself.
Rescuing a friend shouldn’t have been one of them … but Angel couldn’t go, not when she knew that it would mean fighting Liam.
Once, she could have taken him on in a battle to the death, with the odds evenly balanced; he was stronger, but she was quicker, and while he took active delight in sadism, he had never been able to match her in sheer viciousness. But that was before she found herself fettered by a soul; now, handicapped by self-hate and her memories of the brother she had once loved — however loathsome might be the thing now wearing his face — she wasn’t completely sure she wouldn’t hesitate for the tiniest fatal fraction of a second in striking a killing blow. She simply couldn’t risk that when the Slayer’s life would be on the line.
No; in this fight, paradoxically, the Slayer truly was better facing her enemies alone. If she survived …
… if she did, then it truly would be time to see what kind of difference an irredeemably stained angel might make in the worlds of destiny already unfolding on this singular Mouth of Hell.