Mine
Part One
"Giles, we have a problem,"
Xander said without preamble as he, Willow and Oz burst through
the library doors. "And her name is Buffy."
"Buffy?" Giles asked.
"Something's wrong with her,"
Willow said. "Really wrong. And she won't tell me what it
is. In fact, she's hardly said two words to me all day."
"Well, the strain over what
happened with Faith could be what is troubling her," Giles
said.
"I would have agreed," Oz
replied. "If she didn't try to do a really interesting
maneuver with her tongue down my throat." Giles' eyes
widened.
"And although it's my fantasy to
do the pelvic lambada with the Buffster," Xander added.
"Having it happen in the middle of the school cafeteria at
lunchtime was not what I hoped for."
"Oh dear," Giles said,
removing his glasses. He glanced at the calendar on his office
wall through the open door. Still March. Not anywhere near
Beltane.
"Do you think maybe she's under a
spell?" Willow asked, holding on to Oz's arm protectively.
"Or possessed?"
Buffy entered the library before Giles
could answer. The librarian swallowed heavily when he saw the way
she walked over towards him, as if he were the last piece of
chocolate and she was going to enjoy every single bite.
"Hello, Giles," she purred, running her hands under his
suspenders. "I was wondering if you'd like to train me
today. We haven't had any fun together in a long time."
"Buf-." Giles choked on the
word. He cleared his throat, pushing her hands away at the same
time. "Buffy, a word, if you please."
"There are much more interesting
things to do with your mouth than talking, Giles," Buffy
replied. She looked over her shoulder at the others. "Isn't
that right, Oz?"
"Um, yeah," Oz replied.
Willow stepped even closer to him.
Giles put his glasses back on and led
the Slayer into his office, pointing to a chair. "Buffy, is
there something wrong?"
"Wrong?" Buffy asked, licking
her lips. "What could possibly be wrong?"
"You seem to-to be acting
rather...forward," Giles replied. He gave her a cautious
glance. "This isn't because of what happened with Faith, is
it?"
He couldn't have been more surprised at
the growl that came from the tiny Slayer. "Bitch," she
spat, rising to her feet. "He's mine. You're mine. Not hers.
MINE!"
With the last word, she hauled Giles up
against her using her superior strength and planted a hard kiss
on his mouth. He must have made a panicked noise because Oz and
Xander rushed into the office and pulled Buffy off of him. She
immediately turned and grabbed the werewolf, intent on repeating
her actions from earlier that day when she suddenly collapsed
onto the floor.
All three men looked up to see Willow
with the tranquilizer gun in the doorway. She gave them a
sheepish grin. "I'm getting pretty handy with this
thing."
After making sure the window was
securely closed and blocked by boxes stacked on the filing
cabinet near it, Giles closed the door to the cage, the
unconscious Slayer lying on the floor inside.
"Didn't we just do this?"
Xander said, looking down at Buffy.
"I do have a strange sense of deja
vu, yes," Giles replied, deadpan. Willow giggled.
"Now what?" Oz asked.
"I s-suppose we ought to find out
what is causing this behavior," the librarian answered. He
frowned in thought as Buffy's words came back to him.
"He's mine. You're mine. Not hers.' Oh, good
lord."
"I don't think I like the sound of
that," Xander said.
"What is it, Giles?" Willow
asked.
"It would seem that Buffy is-is-is
finally reacting to what happened with Faith a-and Angel,"
Giles replied.
"PTSS," Oz said. The other
three looked at him. "Post-traumatic Stress Syndrome."
"She did repress," Willow
said. "She said it didn't bother her, only that she needed
to have a break from Angel. I guess it bothered her more than she
thought."
"And now she wants to mate with
all the guys?" Xander asked. "How come that doesn't
seem right?"
"Is she?" Giles said.
"Trying to mate,' as you say, with everyone?"
"Actually, I've only seen her do
this to us three," Oz replied. "Devon offered to
scratch her itch, but she shot him down."
"Buffy doesn't like Faith sharing
her people, either," Willow said.
"Has she spoken to Angel since
the-the incident with Faith?" Giles inquired.
"No," Willow replied.
"She's been avoiding him."
"I think perhaps we should bring
him here to speak with Buffy," Giles said.
"Kinda hard to do, Giles, seeing
as how we don't have Coppertone 1000," Xander replied,
gesturing to the window.
"And somehow I don't think talking
is going to do it," Oz said. They all looked at him again.
"By her actions and words, I'm thinking she's trying to make
a statement."
"But it's really Angel who she
can't make a statement with," Willow finished, catching on
to what her boyfriend was conveying. "Cuz then he'd
get a happy and go bad again for real, instead of for fake."
Giles looked thoughtfully down at the
Slayer in the cage, turning over the Slayerettes words in his
mind. "Oz, would you be willing to go to the mansion and see
how far things went between Faith and Angel?"
"Sure," Oz said.
"Do you have a theory,
Giles?" Willow asked.
"I do," Giles replied.
*****
"Here we go, fresh from the glass
blowers," Xander said as he returned. He handed the paper
bag to Giles.
"Thank you, Xander," Giles
replied, not looking up from the text in his hands. "Willow,
are you certain you will be able to do this again?"
"Yeah," Willow said.
"I'm stronger in my magicks than I was when I first did it.
Plus, not having to do it right after waking up from a concussion
will help."
"Stinky herbs, runes and the other
things you asked for have arrived," Oz said as he entered
the library. He looked over at the still unconscious Slayer.
"How long is she going to be out?"
"We doped her up again,"
Willow replied, taking her backpack form him. "She should be
out until Angel gets here."
"I hate to be the party pooper,
but do we really want to do this?" Xander asked.
"I see no other alternative,"
Giles answered. "At least, this way, we are prepared. If
Buffy would have met up with Angel in the state she is in
now..."
"We would be shaking hands with
Angelus again," Xander finished. "Got it. Anything else
I can do?"
"We need to-to somehow block the
window from the outside," Giles told him.
"I'm on it," he replied,
leaving the library again.
"Too bad we can't make this
permanent," Willow mused as she reread the spell for the
tenth time.
Giles looked up from his book and
blinked at her. "I hadn't thought of that," he said. He
thought for a moment about the young woman he loved like a
daughter, of Jenny and her last wish, of the man Angel was with
his soul, and came to a decision. "Why don't we?"
"Really?" Willow said
excitedly. Then she frowned. "How?"
"I s-suppose we would just add the
word permanent' in the incantation," Giles replied. He
took the English translation of the spell from Willow and read it
over. "We are not under any terrible hurry to complete the
ritual this time around."
"Buffy's not going anywhere,"
Oz added from his perch on a chair as he tacked up blankets over
the cage.
"She would be able to be
happy," Willow said. "Really happy. And a happy Slayer
is a better Slayer."
"Let us get to work, then,"
Giles replied, smiling at Willow.
Part Two
"Are you sure, Rupert?" Angel
asked nervously, darting a glance at the blanket covered cage. He
could hear the steady breathing of his love who lay unconscious
behind the door.
"You will be locked in there, so
there is no worry of you h-hurting anyone," Giles told him.
"Plus, you said yourself, there is time between the-the-when
you achieve happiness a-a-and..."
"When I lose my soul," the
vampire completed. "That's when I send Buffy out of the cage
with the key and wait." He took a deep, unneeded breath and
let it out slowly. "Promise me that you'll keep her out of
here."
"I will," Giles replied. He
gave Angel a small Ripperish smile. "Have fun."
Angel watched as the former Watcher
walked out of the library. He glanced over at the magickal props
set up on the table, waiting to be used, then back at the cage.
"Talk about performing under pressure," he mumbled as
he went over and unlocked the door.
Stepping inside, he firmly shut the
cage behind him and set the key on the weapons cabinet before
crouching down beside Buffy. "I love you," he said
softly, brushing her hair off of her face.
Buffy stirred and with a small groan,
opened her eyes. "Angel?" she said when her gaze
focused.
"Hi," Angel said. "How
are yo-mmph!" His question was cut off by the petite blond
grabbing his shirt and pulling him down on her, her mouth
crushing his. Somehow, she managed to roll them so she was on
top, her tongue plunging between his teeth.
He wrapped his arms around her back,
holding her to him as h tongue met hers in an erotic duel. The
scent of her arousal was heavy in the small cage, making him rock
hard. She rubbed her breasts against him, the nipples tight, hard
buds beneath her shirt. With a rip, the shirt was rendered from
her body by his strong hands, her bra right behind it.
Pulling her up his body, he latched
onto her breast, making her moan in pleasure. He suckled the
nipple, tugging it with his teeth and rolling it with his tongue.
Buffy started to rub her hips against his stomach as she
straddled him and he growled low in his throat. Flipping them
over, he moved onto her other breast, her hands tearing his shirt
in her excitement. He felt her nails dig into his bare back and
he surged up to capture her mouth, pressing his erection against
her sex.
Angel found himself on his back again
being divested of his pants. Buffy's hot mouth descended on his
cock and he threw his head back, hissing in pleasure, his face
reverting to its true form. Suddenly, she was on top of him, her
small hand encircling him as she stared down into his face.
"Mine," she growled, then plunged down onto his shaft.
He felt as though he was on fire as she
rode him hard and fast. Their mouths met again, teeth and tongues
clashing in primal savagery and possession. He shoved one hand
between them, twisting and rubbing her clit, knowing he was going
to cum at any moment. Her mouth ripped from his as she let out a
loud cry of his name as she climaxed, sending him over the edge.
He thrust up into her as far as he could, his fangs sinking into
her neck as he shot his cold, dead seed deep within her womb.
Buffy fell limply on top of him, spent,
and he carefully removed his canines. He did not bite her the
last time they were together, and the intimacy of the act made
him shiver in excitement and pleasure. He felt her nip his neck,
then giggle. "Buffy?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"Me, too," she replied,
giggling again. She pushed up on her forearms and looked down at
his vampiric features. "You're my vampire."
"Always," Angel said, pulling
her down for another kiss. Already hard, he rolled with her so he
was on top and began to move in and out of her. Their second
coupling was tender, loving as they slowly climbed towards
orgasm, falling together with bursts of color and bolts of
electricity. Afterward, he held her close, stroking her back with
his hand until he knew she had to leave. Happiness was easily
obtainable with Buffy, and it wasn't from climaxing, it was from
the love that radiated from her body. Love for him and only him.
And that made him the happiest and luckiest person on the face of
the earth.
"Sweetheart, you need to
leave," Angel said quietly. "Rupert and the others are
waiting in the lounge for you."
"Why?" Buffy asked, not
moving. Then it dawned on her. "Oh no, your soul!" He
couldn't help but chuckle as she sat up. "It's not
funny!"
Angel reached for his pants. "The
others will explain. Key is on the cabinet there. Make sure that
the cage door is firmly locked." He stood and slid them on.
"Um, I have no shirt," she
said, looking at the tattered remains of hers. She picked up his
and looked at the long rip in the back. "I guess this will
do to run from here to my gym locker." She slid it backwards
over her arms and held it closed as she stood.
"Hey," Angel said, catching
her chin in his hand. He placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I
love you."
"I love you, too," Buffy
replied. She took the keys and opened the door, blushing when she
saw the blankets tacked to the cage. Making sure the door was
locked, she gave him a sad look. "Am I going to see you
again?"
"Yes," he said immediately,
giving her a smile. She nodded, then let the blanket fall into
place and made her way out of the library.
Part Three
"Hey Buffy," Willow said with
a large grin.
"Hi guys," Buffy greeted,
tossing the keys on the table, Angel's shirt clutched around her
with one hand. "Anyone care to tell me what's going on?
Like, why you let me jump Angel's bones?"
"Well, er," Giles began,
clearing his throat at her crude term. "You were
experiencing negative aftereffects of-of the incident with
Faith..."
"You wanted to hump us like
bunnies," Xander interrupted.
"I did?" Buffy said, not
believing him.
"Basically, you wanted to show
that Angel was your mate and no one else's, but you couldn't, so
you turned your attention on us," Oz said. They all gave him
the same look as they did earlier and he shrugged. "Wolf
mentality."
"But what about his soul?"
Buffy said.
"Taken care of," Willow
replied. "That's why he's locked in the cage. Everything is
set up to go, all we have to do is wait until he loses it. We
figured we'd give him two hours after you came out to be on the
safe side."
"Buffy, Angel requested that you
stay out of the library until the restoration is complete,"
Giles told the Slayer.
Buffy nodded. "I don't want to be
in there when he's...him, anyway."
"Well, we have some time to
kill," Xander said. "Anyone up for ice cream?"
*****
"Willooooooow," Angelus sang
out from the cage. "I should have snapped your pretty little
neck when I had the chance. Of course, not before I had the
chance to fuck your tight, virgin cunt."
"Ignore him," Giles
instructed. "He's only trying to break your
concentration."
"Come on, Rupert. Do you really
think that I wouldn't have killed Jenny even though I had my
soul? After all, she was part of the gypsy clan who gave it to me
to begin with," Angelus taunted.
Giles glared at the blanket covered
cage, clenching his teeth. "Ignore him," Willow said
quietly. He nodded, opening the Latin text to the correct
passage. Willow pointed to Oz, who began waving the herbs as she
cast the runes. Xander had stayed out in the hall with Buffy to
act as both guard and to keep her company.
"Ready," Willow said.
"Quod perditum est, in
venietur," Giles read.
Willow continued the ritual. "Not
of the dead, nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I
call. Let him know humanity, gods- reach your wizened hands to
me, give me the soul of Angelus, the angelic one. Gods bind his
soul permanently to him, cast his heart forever from the demon
realm. I call on you, gods, do not ignore this supplication. Let
the orb be the vessel to carry his soul to him. It is written,
this power is my right to wield. Let it be so. Now!"
The orb of Thessula glowed, signaling
the transcendence of the soul. They heard Angelus let out a loud
gasp, then Willow closed the circle of power, ending the ritual.
"Did it work?" she asked after she was done.
"How will we know?" Oz asked
Giles.
"I suppose we couldn't just ask
him," Giles replied thoughtfully.
"Do you think Buffy could
tell?" Willow said.
"Perhaps," he said.
"I'll get her," Oz told them.
He left the library and came back a shortly with both Xander and
Buffy.
"Did it work?" Buffy asked
immediately.
"We were hoping you might tell
us," Giles replied.
Buffy nodded and went over to the cage,
pulling the blanket down. Angel stood leaning heavily against the
bookshelf, his back to her. "Angel?"
He turned and gave her a small, sad
smile, then looked past her at the others. "I'm sorry,
Rupert," he said quietly. Giles nodded, still wary.
The Slayer unlocked the cage and went
inside, closing it behind her. She had a stake hidden on her
body, just in case. She took a step towards him and he backed
away. "Buffy, no. If I touch you, I won't be able to stop
this time. Not yet, anyway."
"I surmise now would be a good
time to tell you we changed the curse," Giles said. "If
it was successful, your soul is now permanent, Angel."
Angel's head shot up and he stared at
the librarian as Buffy spun to do the same. "Are...are you
sure?" he asked.
"There is only one way to be
certain," Giles replied, picking the blanket up off the
ground. "Buffy, we shall await you in the lounge
again."
Buffy blushed bright red as he and Oz
tacked up the blanket. She turned back to Angel, not meeting his
eyes as she heard the others leave. "This is so
embarrassing."
"Buffy," Angel said, taking a
step closer to her. He reached forward and tilted her chin up to
look at him. "Do you realize what they have done?"
Her eyes widened, then an expression of
complete joy crossed her face. "Oh my god!" She
launched herself into his arms, holding him tightly. Angel's
laugh was full of happiness as he picked her up and spun her in
his arms. Setting her down, he captured her mouth in a soul-
searing kiss.
Hands stroked and petted, not an inch
on either of their bodies was left un-kissed before they joined
together again. Their coupling was filled with barely repressed
joy, their orgasms powerful and intense leaving them in
breathless wonder. They curled together on the floor, holding
each other, whispering words of love.
Buffy stood on the other side of the
cage door, her hand pressed up against Angel's. "I love
you," she said, tears in her eyes.
"I love you," he replied.
"I'll see you in a few hours,
ok?" Buffy said.
"I'll be waiting," Angel
said.
She stepped back and adjusted the
blankets to be sure they covered the cage completely to protect
him in the morning. Slowly, she made her way to the lounge where
everyone was waiting once again. Giles patted the couch next to
him and put his arm around her after she sat in a rare display of
emotion. No one spoke as they waited for the coming dawn.
Epilogue
"Angel?"
Buffy carefully entered the cage,
letting as little sunlight in as possible. She heard him stand
from the other side of the bookcase and held her breath, her
heart pounding in her chest. Fearfully, she looked up into his
eyes as he came into view.
*****
The squeal of delight coming from
behind the blankets told the other occupants of the library all
they needed to know.
End
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