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Just a quickie - real life was alternately very bad (emergency room and bleeding leg) and very good (home within a few hours with leg intact and no longer bleeding). But... just for you - the latest chapter - Hell Hath No Fury. Hope it satisfies.

Cross posted to sickchicks and my regular journal.

Hell Is In the Details – Chapter 14 – Hell Hath No Fury

Buffy smiled brightly, wiggling her bottom on Angel’s lap. “You know… this whole thing has worked out lots better than I ever expected it to. I mean, I had a fairly nice life in Rome, met tons of interesting people and never had to worry about Dawn. But I missed the old and familiar.”

“Hey!” Angel jostled her teasingly. “Is that any way to talk to the man you love? Calling him old and familiar?”

“I guess not,” she giggled. “The ‘old’ certainly fits. It’s just the ‘familiar’ I’m not so sure about anymore.”

Angel frowned. “What do you mean, I’m not ‘familiar’ anymore? I haven’t changed. Vampire, remember?”

She reached out to touch his face, willing herself to appear happy and carefree. “It’s not so much your appearance, though I do have to mention all that yummy otter blood you go on about? Must be richer than pig ‘cause you’ve filled out a little from our earlier days.”

Angel laughed out loud. “Are you telling me I’ve lost my girlish figure? Buffy, I’m hurt.”

“Nah… well, just a little. Then again, I’ve put on a couple of pounds, too.” Which she emphasized by once again bouncing lightly on his lap. ~Think of Spike, think of Spike, think of Spike~ a mantra running through her mind. It was the only way she could do this, especially feeling the way – he – was starting to react to her wiggling. But if her little lap dance was enough to keep Angel off kilter… It wouldn’t do to have the supposed vamp in her life smell the other vamp in her life on her – damned vampire bloodhound.

Angel’s big hands kneaded at the curves of her waist. “Oh yeah, you’re just breaking my… lap with all that extra poundage bouncing around. I’m sure we can figure out a way to work it off,” he mused with a lazy, indulgent smile. “So tell me, how am I unfamiliar to you?”

She smiled brightly. “Well, first of all, you’re not quite the Broody McBroodypants you used to be. You smile and laugh, and at the party you threw for me… us? You were quite the social butterfly.”

“And this is a bad thing?”

“Again with the ‘no.’ It’s just part of the not familiar.” She stifled a sigh, wondering how to get the conversation back on track. “You’re making me sorry I brought it up in the first place. I’m losing my happy mood.”

He shrugged. “Don’t fret, Buff. We can always pick apart my differences another time. Why don’t you just tell me about your day?”

“Oh yeah.” She bounced again, determined to keep him going. “I’ve gotta tell you how happy I am that you had Lorne show me around. He’s sweet. And we had so much in common. We talked about clothes and shoes, which was all of the good. That demon’s got a wicked sense of style.”

Angel was amused. “So, you ladies had your girl talk. What else did you do? That certainly didn’t take up the entire day.”

Buffy shook her head. “Nope, not even close. God, we must have talked for hours! Lorne was worried about his ex-boyfriend, and I got to talking about my exes. I told him there was no way I’d be as kindhearted as he was in taking an ex into my home to nurse back to health.” She pretended to pout. “He laughed at me, Angel! He said I’d just have to see how sweet his ex was, and took me home to meet him.”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Lorne would bring home every stray he meets. He’s too kind hearted for his own good, Buff. I think this Ramone he’s got holed up is the one who ran off with his money a couple of years ago. You must have been bored out of your mind, meeting this guy.”

Angel stopped, tilting his head as if he’d suddenly come across a puzzle that he wanted to solve. He nuzzled the left side of Buffy’s neck, relishing her increased heartbeat, her arousal… and the something else that had caught his attention. Something he couldn’t quite place… “Buff, did you run into someone we know, by any chance? Or come up against a demon? There’s a strange scent coming from you that I just can’t place.”

“Eeeew, Angel! How many times have I told you that scenty-thing you do is way creepy?” Buffy made a moue of disgust. “You did it to me that last night in Sunnydale – with Spike. It made me feel like a peed on hydrant. If you wanna know why I smell weird, it’s ‘cause Lorne served some lovely refreshments but the cheesecake decided to come back and take a bow. Eau de Vomit Buffy – that’s me. I’ll be all right, thanks ever so for asking.”

Angel winced, but hid it quickly. “It’s alright, Lover,” he soothed. “I’m sorry if I upset you. Are you feeling better? No more tummy ache?”

~It’s now or never, Buffy. Get the show on the road. Sarah Bernhardt, eat your heart out!~

Buffy nestled into his lap and looked up at him, endearing as a child. “Angel, we need to talk. I’ve got to put some issues behind me before embracing our future together as a family.”

She stroked the side of his face, all the while keeping eye contact. “It’s been a bad year for me, Angel. You know that. I’ve spent hours on the phone with you, crying over my losses. I’ve missed Mom and Tara. Their graves were a comfort to me. I’ve missed all the little girls who died in our cause, and we have nothing to remember them by. Now, I want to talk about you.”

She sighed. “The oddest thing is, I miss Anya and Spike so much. Brave and loyal, no matter how badly we treated them for years. I was so proud of them both.”

Lifting her tear-streaked face, she asked, “Did you ever mourn for your son?”

Angel swallowed his panic. Surely she had no idea… “My son? I never had any children, Buff. It’s part of why I broke up with you all those years ago – so you could have a normal life with someone who could give you children.”

“But I don’t understand.” Buffy pulled out all the stops, fluttering her lashes and letting tears shine through. “Spike told me when a vampire Sires another vampire, he becomes a childe. And the Sire is the Father or Mother. Don’t you miss your children, Angel? Dru, and Spike? How can you feel any peace at all, not knowing where one is, and knowing that the other is dust from saving all of us.?

“With all we’ve been through, family is the most important thing to me. You and I are now the heads of our respective families. My father doesn’t count, which means it’s just me and Dawnie. You’ve only got Drusilla, wherever she might be. What I want to know, is have you ever mourned Spike’s passing? Have you ever honored his sacrifice – or the fact that he more than likely saved you from disintegrating?”

Angel shrugged his shoulders. “He’s dust, Buffy. Gone and forgotten. Who’s going to mourn a dead parasite?”

Buffy was horrified, and couldn’t hide it even to keep her plan going. “How can you say that? Even the Scoobies had a memorial service in his honor. Giles, even. And he’s your childe. As close to a son as you’ll ever have. Spike told me it wasn’t your cuckoo-bird Drusilla who turned him, but you. Doesn’t that make you responsible? Shouldn’t you care if he’s undead or gone? Why aren’t you proud of his accomplishments?”

Angel’s expression shifted from amiable to irritated. “I don’t get what the big deal is, Buff. Dru is off somewhere, doing her own thing like countless other vampires. Spike is dust. Gone. Finito! He was a murderous bastard, and now he’s gone. One less blight I unleashed on the world that I have to worry about these days. What’s the big deal to you?”

Buffy kneeled up on the chair, her thighs straddling the vampire’s lap. “You really have no clue, do you?” she growled. “What it means to have family… to be a part of a family… to take care of your family above all other things?”

Reaching behind her back in her most practiced move, Buffy withdrew a wooden stake from the casing sewn into the waistband of her skirt. She drew back her arm, and plunged the stake into Angel’s chest.

“I do this in the name of your childe, Spike!”


( 28 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 24th, 2004 04:18 pm (UTC)
Whoa, okay I wasn't expecting that and I wonder if you're fooling us. I'd like to see the bastard tortured a little first but hey, dust is cool, too. So, glad that Buffy made the right choice. And I hope you show us some loving care between them.
Apr. 24th, 2004 05:59 pm (UTC)
**blinks innocently** Fool you? Me?
Apr. 24th, 2004 04:30 pm (UTC)
Uhm...tell me she missed....right?
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:01 pm (UTC)
Buffy? Miss? Only did the one time that I can remember - she even told Dawn all about it. **blinks**
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:08 pm (UTC)
You're terribly cute, you know this, right??
Apr. 24th, 2004 04:38 pm (UTC)
Oooh. There is going to be more stakeage before she finally dusts him... right? Oh, Oh. Could Spike stake him? That would be good. Yup. Multiple near misses by Buffy, then the final blow from Spike. Oh, Oh!!!! Perhaps Angel could be sold to the Demon he sold Spike to on a leased out arrangement for a year and THEN Spike stakes him...

*hums contentedly*
Apr. 24th, 2004 04:47 pm (UTC)
leased out? Oh my god, but you are funny!
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:02 pm (UTC)
My lovely, bloodlusty girl! Keep reading, you never know what will turn up.
Apr. 24th, 2004 04:42 pm (UTC)
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:03 pm (UTC)
**gives oxygen**
Apr. 24th, 2004 04:46 pm (UTC)
floor. mouth. drops to...

Um, I did not see that coming YET. Maybe I'm just a pessimist/skeptic, but I read chest and not heart...

Oh, and the best line eva:

It made me feel like a peed on hydrant.
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:05 pm (UTC)
Somebody reads, somebody reads! **smooches**
Apr. 24th, 2004 04:46 pm (UTC)
That was to quick , Angel needs to suffer and at least know what he is suffering for. Make Angel suffer Please!!!
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:13 pm (UTC)
Come now, pet? Me? Hurt someone who actually deserves it? La la lala la
Apr. 25th, 2004 07:23 pm (UTC)
*bounces happilly in anticapation*
Apr. 24th, 2004 05:24 pm (UTC)

What are you gonna do now!

Can't wait for the next chapter.

I'm sorry to hear about your leg by the way. I'm pleased to that it's finally stopped bleeding and your away from the Hospital. Not the best of places to be spending allot of time in!
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the good wishes on the leg - it seems to be okay for the moment.

As for the fic? Working on it as we speak. Glad it's keeping you intrigued.
Apr. 24th, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC)
First, let me say how sorry I am about your miserable bloody hospital day. Not the way to spend a Saturday (or any day, really). ::hugs::

As for this fic - I just love it. I just read the last three chapters (how did I miss them? how?) and I LOVE the Buffy/Spike vibe you've got going. Especially the wounded Spike/compassionate Buffy - it's just lovely. I don't want it to end! (When I first read your post I thought you said this was the last chapter, not the latest chapter - who says I read too fast?) Anyway, can't wait to see where it goes -- and please, give us more lovely Spuffy goodness. Spike has been so abused, he deserves happiness.

(And I posted my spuffy fic in my journal this morn, if you're interested)
Apr. 24th, 2004 06:27 pm (UTC)
Definitely check out your Spuffy fic - as soon as I get a break - the muse can be a rigid taskmistress, bless her whip. And thanks for your kindness regarding my leg. Seems okay now.

Good, kind, caring? Hallmarks of my couples in most of my fics. So never fear... there will be more. And quite a few more chapters, if I read it right. **grins**

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Apr. 24th, 2004 06:28 pm (UTC)
**hands your jaw back** Glad it's keeping you interested! It's my job and goal, after all. More to come.
Apr. 24th, 2004 07:37 pm (UTC)
plunged the stake into Angel's chest.

It says chest! Not heart! Chest!! Chest!

And now I'm sitting at the tip of my chair, biting my fingernails, waiting to see where in the chest.




Still waiting...

Apr. 24th, 2004 07:40 pm (UTC)
So, so smart! Nice when people pay attention to what's actually written there. You wait, I'll write - it's a perfect match!
Apr. 24th, 2004 09:57 pm (UTC)
Another excellent chapter. I noted the "chest" thing, too. But I'm betting on complications.

Separately-Glad you are okay...that must have been scary but thankfully you got in and out, and next time don't scratch that itch.
Apr. 25th, 2004 07:22 am (UTC)
Don't scratch the itch - wisdom of the ages. Trick is to temember it. **smooches**

As for the other thing? Really, really trying to write that out now... and it's giving me fits. C'mon, Buffy - give me a hand here.
Apr. 25th, 2004 03:48 pm (UTC)
I just re-watched Dead Things to get that other (or should I say real) side of Buffy for a story I'm writing...so don't ask me about that gal. She's just too young to understand the power of a man in love who is older than 12 (Riley?)...

I have great confidence in you...by the time you get this email, you'll be off to yet another new chapter.
Apr. 26th, 2004 01:28 pm (UTC)
Does the happy dance of completion. Buffy spoke to me... and she brought company. As soon as it's beta'd... another chapter for you! **opens up fresh Word page for Chapter 16**
Apr. 26th, 2004 12:47 pm (UTC)
Just finished reading through this story and Oh. My. God! I laughed. I almost cried. I shouted and screamed for Angel's painful, messy and really violent death..... Such a fantastic story!!

Write more! Go! Go! Specify where in his chest! Adoring masses need to know!

Apr. 26th, 2004 02:43 pm (UTC)
**blinks innocently** Wasn't I clear as to what happened? Damn, my bad. New chapter coming soon.
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