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Shades of Sunnydale: Love's Obsession	By : chayanne Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Angel or Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor any of their characters or settings. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Summary: What happens when a vampire with a soul loses it? Angelus plans to kill and destroy everything in Buffy’s world. But in a game that was supposed to be death, pain, and blood, the evil vampire found one thing he didn’t expect. Angel’s obsession was Buffy . . . But Angelus’s obsession is Cordelia.
A/N – Everything is accurate up until Innocence, after Angel loses his soul. I might play with the timeline for a few details, but if I do, it will be subtle changes. For the most part, this will be an AU fic.
Also this is my first Buffy story and I am putting myself out of the comfort zone slightly. But I promised this to my daughter who is a huge fan of both Buffy and Angel. This will be the first part to a three possibly four part series . . . if I get enough interest.
1.
Darkness was coming! That was a certainty as the air was thick with it.
Sunnydale had been at the center of all kinds of strange happenings, as it was built on a Hellmouth. It called to all sorts of evils, including various demons, vampires, and witches.   An earthquake was not just an earthquake in Sunnydale; it was the sign of some apocalyptic event. A storm brewing in the horizon and evil is a fowl. So when darkness settles into the city like thick smug, people paid attention.
In an abandoned factory on the far corner of the town, a vampire danced around to music that was only playing in her head. Drusilla held her doll tightly and then said, “Miss Edith says daddy is coming.”
Spike glanced up, noting his Dru’s expression. “What is that, Love?” He asked, hoping Dru was just having one of those random moments.
Broody Slayer Boy was one thing, but Angelus was something else entirely. His grandsire was an evil bastard who delighted in taunting and torturing those around him. He could wake up in a bad mood and wipe out his entire stock of minions. Or he could wake up in a good mood and only kill half of them for the fun of it. When Angelus was present back before the soul, he was possessively loyal to his family which encased Spike and Dru, but he also tortured them to the brink of death and insanity. Angelus was also singled minded on whatever he was obsessed with and in a town like Sunnydale that could be dangerous, especially when it belonged to the Slayer.
Drusilla turned to face him a smile sneaking onto her face. Drusilla was a beauty creature, once as a human and now as a creature of the night. There was this timeless surreal aura that surrounded her and brought men down onto their knees. Spike had certainly played her lover’s bitch the past century or so. She was dressed that evening in a long white gown that was buttoned up to her neck with lace. It hugged her slender frame perfectly, and she looked as she had the first time he saw her that night . . . the night when everything changed.
“The stars and Miss. Edith have whispered that daddy is coming back.” She sing-singed with glee. “There will be blood and tears and sadness.”
Spike moved towards her, cursing his wheelchair for hindering his movements. How he remembered the night Angel and the Slayer left him trapped and burning in the building, his legs crushed and immobile. It was only Dru’s devotion to him that saved him from perishing that night in the rumble and ash. The Slayer would pay as he drained her dry of her blood and tossed her body on the watcher’s lawn to see his handy work. And his grandsire, Angel . . . he would sweep up his dust and sent it to the Slayer in a shoebox. Afterwards, Dru and him would sip tea and dance.
Spike took Dru’s hand into his and captured her full attention, “When is daddy coming back? How Dru, Love?”
She pushed a hand against his cheek, “He comes soon and he will seek vengeance for that nasty girl for hurting my Spike.” She leaned down and kissed his lips, her fangs biting into the flesh of his upper lip. Blood poured into her mouth and she moaned. “Daddy will make everything right, Miss Edith told me so.”
Spike licked his lip and smiled at her, “And what else did Miss Edith say?”
She placed a finger against her lips, “It’s a secret. Miss Edith said not even Daddy is to know.”
Spike knew that Dru had said all she was going to on the subject. “Give us a kiss then, Love.”
Dru leaned down and kissed him again, humming a strange tune.
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His heart ached!
Angel sat up in bed, a burning in his chest that felt as if he’d swallowed the sun. He tossed back the covers, picking up his pants off the floor, slipping into them before running out into the night rain and collapsing onto the grass in a soft groan. He clutched his chest, his muscles straining to control whatever was happening to him. The demon rattled his cage and Angel struggled to keep him lock up inside. But with each new shift, he knew it was a losing battle. His body was being torn apart internally, soul and demon fighting to win the battle.
It was a war and he feared he’d lose it.
And just like that, there was a flash of something and he was just gone. Angelus rose once more.
The demon in him roared. He’d been locked up so long that he’d forgotten what the taste of hot warm blood as it spilled out of a fading victim into his hungry mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation, his loins clutching at the thought of a hunt. The pounding of his prey’s heart as it raced wildly in fear and desperation, trying to escape the enviable. It felt good to be back.
He looked up into the sky and roared, “I’m back.”
He’d spent a hundred years trapped in droopy broody soul’s reign and it was torture. Helping innocents and drinking pig blood. But the disgusting thing liked it, denying a piece of himself that he couldn’t escape. The soul stiffed him until Angelus felt like slitting his own throat to rid himself of this existence. Of course none of the soul’s good deeds came remotely close to shacking up with a Vampire Slayer. Not only had that bastard helped kill his own kind, but the soul slept with her and declared his undying love and devotion. Hell, even that moron Xander Harris knew that vampires and Slayers should never mix.
But the soul was gone and so the need to play errand boy for that needy Slayer.
He licked his lips, planning big things for the town of Sunnydale and his Slayer. But first, he needed a snack.
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“Angel?” Buffy whispered sleepily, reaching out to touch the spot next to her.
It was empty.
She sat up in bed, pulling the sheet against her chest and glanced around the room. Her clothes had been discarded wildly onto the floor, but there was no sign of Angel’s thing among the pile. It was as if he’d simply got out of bed, dressed, and left without a second thought to what they shared. She felt the cold start to seep into her body at his disappearance. She was certain that he wouldn’t leave unless it had been important.
Angel had been an amazing lover last night, touching her intimately and softly everything with his hands and mouth. He kept telling her he loved her over and over again, his body setting those words into action. She’d been apprehensive about doing it for the first time, but after his fevered kisses and passionate hands, she quickly shed doubts. It had been so magical, a melting of two souls into one time and place. She felt deliciously sore between her thighs and she bit her lip, anticipation overwhelming her at the need to do it again soon.
Again she was stuck with a feeling that something was wrong. She pulled the sheet completely around her and got off the bed. She headed into the living room, looking around with a frown. She’d have understood if he had to leave to find more information on the Judge, but there was no note signaling his urgency to leave.
  Before she could ponder further, the door opened and closed, as Angel stepped inside.
She paused to study him, trying to figure out why he seemed different. He had the same face that looked as if it once belonged to an angel, with hard lines and soft curves. His eyes flashed dark at her and for a spilt second she could swear she saw flecks of gold. His dark hair was pushed off his forehead, held there with mousse. He was still wearing that black long coat that hugged his strong shoulders and dropped down past his knees. He completed the look with a pair of black leather pants emphasizing lean hard waist and long strong legs. A red shirt that was open to the chest brought her attention to the hard lines and how she kissed every inch of it last night.
Same Angel and yet she felt he was different.
"Angel,” She asked hesitantly.
“I thought you’d be gone by now.” He admitted cynically.
“I don’t . . .” She felt the sledge hammer hit her chest at his words. Last night he’d been so gentle and this morning he was just cold.
“Look we had fun,” He shrugged, “But I don’t have time in my life for you to crowd me.”
“Crowd?” She whispered, fighting her tears.
“I need to keep my options open,” He informed her.
“But last night . . .” She held the sheet tighter against her, suddenly feeling sick.
“Wasn’t earth shattering,” He admitted with a cruel twist of his mouth. “You don’t have any experience to fulfill my desires.”
Tears started falling, and she brushed them away. “You said you loved me.”
“I’d say anything to get a woman into bed.” He twisted the knife further. “Look I have to go, but please don’t be here when I get back.” And then with a swirl of his coat he was gone.
Buffy stared at the door, allowing the tears to fall. What did she do? And how could she fix it?
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Angelus allowed the body to drop lifeless onto the ground and licked the remaining blood from his lips. Then he straightened his coat, stepped around the body and started towards the factory where Spike and Dru were staying. For the time being, he’d stay too, but then it was time for his family and him to found better digs. He had big plans for Sunnydale and staying in a factory wasn’t good for his image.
Minutes later, he slammed open the door and strolled inside the factory as if he’d owned the place. He glanced around the place, not at all surprised to find minions pouring out from the various rooms into the main one, surrounding him. Most of them were barely a year old, and definitely not up to taking on a master vampire like himself. But he needed a workout to hone his rusty fighting skills, and his new minions needed to learn he was in charge.
He scented the air and smelled the eagerness of one such fool, who was hoping to move up the ranks by dispatching Angelus. His body tightened with anticipation and he watched carefully as the minion suddenly charged straight towards him in game face. It would take a lot more than strength and determination to kill someone of Angelus’s caliber. His hand reached out to snag the insolent pest and twist once, snapping the neck. Seconds later, he dusted off his jacket and waited for the next insolent minion to attempt attacking him.
“Stop!” He heard Spike’s voice order.
Angelus turned towards the voice and he smiled at the sight. It felt good to look at Spike, who was in a wheelchair . . . had to rectify that immediately . . . his childe in many ways. Although Dru sired him, it was Angelus that taught Spike everything about enjoying the hunt, stalking the prey, and attacking. But to see Spike after cowering in that soul’s cage for so long, it was a sight to see.
“Spike!” He exclaimed.
Spike stared at him, wondering if this was a trick and the slayer and her merry band of teenagers would drop in on him. He glanced around warily, his eyes never lingering in one place more than a few seconds. Dru had said that Angelus was returning, but her visions weren’t always subjective and sometimes they didn’t make a lot of sense. Until he saw Angelus, the real Angelus, back in action, he’d be wise to not trust this vampire with a soul.
“Hello, Peaches,” Spike greeted him. “Came to give a message to us from your Slayer?” He taunted. “I didn’t think she let you out without a leash.”
Angelus growled. He understood Spike’s aloofness; his grandchilde had witnessed first hand his soul’s need to do good. Not only working with the Slayer to destroy his own kind, but in placing himself in the position of leaving Spike in a wheelchair and almost murdering them in the fire. His heart wrenched at the thought of losing his childe, even the soul had problems with it in the aftermath. And for that alone the Slayer would pay.
“Careful with your words Spike,” Angelus warned him, “Unless you want me to rip out your tongue.”
Spike tilted his head to the side and really studied the vampire standing in the room. Angel had attempted to fool Spike once before the night at the high school, but there was something different about this version. This version was looking at him not in guilt, but in a deep longing to belong once again to his family.   The soul carried a look of mirrored disgust at his own existence, projecting it onto his childe whenever they crossed paths. But this one was proud of whom and what he was, the smell of a fresh kill lingering on his lips. He knew then that Angelus had truly returned.
“Angelus,” He whispered, trying not to get choked on emotion.
“Spike,” He moved closer and sank down next to him,
“I don’t understand.” He admitted. “I mean Dru had a vision and said you were coming back, but I never thought . . . bloody hell it’s good to have you back.”
Angelus smiled, “I have big plans for us and this town.” He informed Spike. “But my first order of business . . .”
“Is killing the Slayer,” Spike finished with renewed hope.
“No,” He shook his head, “Getting you out of that chair.”
And the Spike watched as Angelus used his fang to tear open his wrist, offering his blood to Spike. In the past Angelus had been generous with his blood if his childe were in need of it. If Spike still had doubts, they were erased the moment his mouth settled over the wrist and the first drops of sire blood entered his veins. It had been a hundred years since he’d done this with Angelus, and it made him heady with blood and happiness.
A few minutes later, Angelus drew back his wrist. “In a few days, my blood will have healed you completely.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“It was the soul who did it to you in the first place.” He growled in remembrance. “But I promise you that the Slayer and her misfit team will pay dearly.”
“How did you come back, Angelus?”
Angelus laughed, “It seems the Slayer fucked the soul right out of me.” He admitted with a shrug. “Not that she was all that great of a lay, but she must have given the soul some resemblance of happiness and wham . . . Angelus is driving again.”
“You’d better shower after touching that bint.”
Angelus laughed and nodded, “Right you are, Spike my boy, and afterwards, I’m going out to have a little more fun with the slayer.”
Spike laughed. It was good to have his family back.
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