Liliaeth (liliaeth) wrote,

Fic: Clipped Wings(7/?)

Title: Clipped Wings
Author: Lore
Rating: R (for implied violence and rape)
Pairings: starts out as B/A, includes very dark present time spangel and ends up B/S
Summary: AU s5, Angel has everything he wants, power, prestige, Buffy ... so why isn't it enough?
Notes: This was an experiment at using the fade to black. Small warning, Angel is very nasty in this one.

Angel stared up at the younger vampire and for a brief moment, before he realized exactly how much in the wrong he was, he was furious with Spike for daring to even touch him. Then Buffy glared his way, before concentrating all her attention on Spike and it struck him: he'd deserved that. Didn't mean he had to like it, but he knew Spike had earned the right to hit him, and a lot more than that as well.

"Spike, I'm here." Buffy’s voice was so soft, almost scared.

Spike just skittered away from her. Angel had to fight an urge to take pride in his work. The same way he had to restrain from moments of gloating whenever someone mentioned Drusilla.

He'd broken Dru when she was human. Now, with Spike, he'd managed to finally break him over a century after the brat's death. And that mere glimpse of pride disgusted him more than anything Spike himself could have ever done. He'd been turned into a monster again, and he hadn't even had the presence of mind to realize what was happening.

"I'm not going back. Please Buffy, don't let him take me."

And to think the old Spike would have died before begging for anything. But that Spike had died, believing that Buffy hated him and always had. That Spike died under a rain of neverending pain. And for just a moment, Angel could finally regret that Spike's loss.

"Oh god Spike, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

She cried. Buffy cried for Spike; and Angel could do nothing but stare as she promised him safety, her love, anything to prove herself.

One of the slayers glared at him, taking hold of her stake. The girl popped a bubble, clearly daring him to make a move. Angel glared back. And that was that. It was over, for him at least.


It took a while, the slayer and the vampire both crying. Him finally reaching out to her.
The hope and fear in his eyes was devastating. She'd never seen so much emotion in a single being. But then Buffy had taken his arm looped around her shoulder and he'd fought to get to his feet.

It was like being in one of those epic love stories, where the lovers separated by fate were finally reunited, right after the curtain dropped and no one know what to do cause all the script books were gone.

They walked up to a long black car and Spike started hesitating again.

"I'm not taking you to Angel,” she promised him.

He stared deeply into her eyes looking for intent, and when satisfied, let himself be set in the car.

Kim didn't wait for an invitation to get in, and Stacy followed. This might be the great Buffy Summers, but she'd made a promise to the vampire after all.

When Angel tried to get in as well, Buffy wouldn't even consider it. She slammed the door shut in his face, not sparing him another word.

"Kim take the wheel."

Kim gaped at her, Stacy could hardly believe it. Did the Slayer really know their names?

"It's Kim right? Kim and .. Stacy?"

Stacy could barely speak, hardly believing it. She'd remembered. Cool.

"Head off to the school. I need to talk to Giles about this, if he knew..."

Spike barely managed to stay conscious and Buffy let him rest his head in her lap, pressing a kiss to his curls that soft as it was, made him cringe. Enough to bring a tear to her eye.

Stacy couldn't help trying to look in the mirror, all she saw was the Slayer's hand moving over an empty space in the reflection and a hand entangled with air.

"I would have come before, Spike. If I'd known, I wouldn't have let him… I wouldn't. You know that right?" She seemed almost desperate to have him believe it.

"I know."

Two words and the sun broke as if from his words. Even if the words weren't entirely convincing yet, Buffy would know of a way to make him believe, if she was given the time.

Another kiss and Stacy stopped watching.


When Wes finally got off the train and found Angel, the souled vampire just stood there, gaping. For a moment Wesley worried that the Slayers had managed to stake Spike. But if they had, where were they now?


Angel slowly turned to him, before he looked down. "I don't think I want to go back home."

"Why?" Wes couldn't help his fear for Angel's mental well being..

"Buffy knows. She knows Wes, what I did to Spike."

And of course she refused to accept it, refused to admit how dangerous a vampire like Spike could be. Wes had been waiting for this to happen and he'd known that she wouldn't get it.
"You did the right thing Angel"

Angel started laughing, a sick kind of laughing


"I did the right thing? Wes, you don't know even half the things I did to him. The right thing..." Angel seemed to be switching between Jekyll and Hyde with vampire speed. "I couldn't stand it Wes. The idea of it, of him... with Buffy. Knowing that that little rat got everything I ever wanted handed to him on a plate. I wanted to hurt him for it."

"Angel..." Oh god no, Angelus? No, worse…

"It was after... after she told me that he had a soul, it started festering."

Wesley stared at him in shock.

"And then when he got back, she'd have seen him as her big returning hero, wouldn't she. He'd died to save the world, erupting in flames for her love. Who could possibly compete with that?"


"I couldn't tell you, couldn't tell anyone really. Why would anyone care for a vampire cursed with a soul, when you have another one who actually fought for his running around somewhere."

"Spike has a soul..."

It sounded weird just thinking it, saying it, impossible. Wesley stared at Angel, refusing to believe it.

"You were still the champion Angel, you didn't need to. We would have sided with you. You had to know that."


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