Rating: R - NC 17 (eventually) Couples: Buffy/Angel(us), Buffy/Spike
(in a way)
Disclaimer: Hello? I so wish that BTVS and follow will be my creation but
as life are cruel they are not. other characters that are not familiar from
the show they do belong to me, Yes!!!!!
Spoilers: Buffy (After “normal again” ) & Angel
Summary: Angelus is back with a new plan that will change everyone’s life
forever!
Status: not Finished
Author notes: In my world there are crossovers, Buffy and Angel belong together
(although Spike and Buffy look cute together), Angel sired Spike (although
Joss changed that- I will ignore that) This is just the beginning of my very
long story, I had a thought and didn’t want to loose it so here goes nothing…
Pls R& R. (I haven’t seen Angel season 3 only read the summaries so pls.
Understand if there will be some mistakes)
Buffy was pacing back and forth in the Summers leaving room. She looked tired
and upset, it all started last night when this Lorne came from L.A to tell
her of Angel. No one knew exactly what happened but he was gone, well not
gone gone but more of turned into Angelus. Here’s a thought that Buffy didn’t
want to have. ANGELUS- the scourge of Europe , probably creating chaos right
this minute. Her heart sank as she thought of the possibility of facing him
again , after all they’ve gone through she wasn’t sure if she can kill him
again. She had so many problems; Dawn, Spike, the three nerds that couldn’t
find anything else to do but make her life irritating miserable and now this.
Will she ever find peace in her life without needing the actual death part
in order to feel peace?
She moved her fingers through her hair, she wasn’t used to this short hair
although everyone liked it, even Spike. Buffy couldn’t see him staring at
her.
He watched his goddess walking around in the room nerves, she was wearing
a long straight cream skirt and a white top that reviled her back, her skin
silky gold and all Spike could think about was touching this skin again as
he used to, back in his crypt. *He was moving is hands to her neck, savoring
her taste and smooth skin as his cold lips touched her warm skin, vanilla
sent filled him with joy. She monad as he slip a finger underneath her flimsy
top and cupped one breast in his cold hand. He pinched one hard nipple as
she arched her back bringing her breast closer to his grip. Their lips connected,
his tearing her mouth, tongue melt into each other, his searching for dominance
hers playing the submissive. ‘tell me you love me’ she was moaning again
‘I love you’ , he smelt her, aroused and wet for HIM, only for Him
