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crankylexWhen I perused my unfinished fic for something to post last week, I found so many stories that I never finished. So I decided to post a few, every so often, so that they might amuse someone, somewhere.
Doyle was watching the street, so when Buffy started up the walk, he saw her immediately. "She's back!" he called, running to the front door and wrenching it open. "Are ye all right?" he asked, taking in her bloody hands and streaked face.
"I'm fine. Where's Angel?"
Doyle jerked his head to the side. "In here."
Buffy followed the half-breed into the darkened room. Buffy took in Cordelia's bandaged wrist instantly. She touched her shoulder.
"Thank you."
Cordelia shook her head. "He's like the older brother I never wanted. There was no option."
Buffy smiled briefly, then moved past her to where Angel was curled on the bed. "Baby? Can you hear me?"
He shifted a little, and moaned.
She took his face in her hands. "Angel, listen to me. I have something that is going to make you better, but you have to open your eyes and look at me."
For a handful of seconds, Buffy wasn't sure that he could open his eyes, but then he managed it, staring blearily up at her. She withdrew a bloody package from the inside of her jacket. Unwrapping it gingerly, she held it so he could see. "It's Riley's heart, Angel. Ripped still-beating from his chest."
Cordelia gagged slightly, and turned her head away from the spectacle in front of her. Doyle held her shoulders. "B-but why?" she stuttered.
"Old custom," Doyle explained. "The heart of your enemy is said to have healing powers."
"If you consume it," Buffy pointed out. "Angel, you have to drink from it."
Angel's eyes rolled back as he shook his head. "No," he rasped.
"Yes." Buffy was determined. She turned to Spike. "Any suggestions?"
Spike reached out and took the heart from her. With his other hand, he took a half-full glass of water that had been resting on the nighttable and dumped the contents on the floor. Holding the glass and the heart over the basin that had once held a washcloth, Spike squeezed the organ. Blood poured from the heart into the waiting glass. Silently, he handed the glass to Buffy.
She propped Angel up with one hand, and held the glass to his lips with the other. "Drink, Angel."
He shook his head, his mouth tightly clamped.
"Why won't he drink?" Spike snarled. "Bloody toff knows it will heal him."
"I don't think he wants anything of Riley's," Doyle said. "Stands to reason that he hated the guy."
"Well, he's going to drink it." The steel in Buffy's voice made everyone shiver. Before they could stop her, she took a drink from the glass, and bent down to caress Angel's lips with her own. His lips parted instantly for her, and she took advantage, allowing the blood to pour from her mouth into his.
His eyes snapped open.
"Drink." It was not a request, and Angel knew it. He swallowed. The procedure was repeated until the glass was empty, and the angriest of his bruises were beginning to lighten.
Buffy swiped her bloody mouth on her shoulder. "He'll heal now. And the Initiative is gone. Permanently."
"Not all of the commandos were there. The ones that were left are bound to come after us."
"There are only a handful of them that are still on the loose...and out of those, only one would cause trouble. I'll take care of him."
Cordelia stared up at Buffy, unable to believe she had just heard Buffy blithely discuss murdering someone.
Doyle was watching the street, so when Buffy started up the walk, he saw her immediately. "She's back!" he called, running to the front door and wrenching it open. "Are ye all right?" he asked, taking in her bloody hands and streaked face.
"I'm fine. Where's Angel?"
Doyle jerked his head to the side. "In here."
Buffy followed the half-breed into the darkened room. Buffy took in Cordelia's bandaged wrist instantly. She touched her shoulder.
"Thank you."
Cordelia shook her head. "He's like the older brother I never wanted. There was no option."
Buffy smiled briefly, then moved past her to where Angel was curled on the bed. "Baby? Can you hear me?"
He shifted a little, and moaned.
She took his face in her hands. "Angel, listen to me. I have something that is going to make you better, but you have to open your eyes and look at me."
For a handful of seconds, Buffy wasn't sure that he could open his eyes, but then he managed it, staring blearily up at her. She withdrew a bloody package from the inside of her jacket. Unwrapping it gingerly, she held it so he could see. "It's Riley's heart, Angel. Ripped still-beating from his chest."
Cordelia gagged slightly, and turned her head away from the spectacle in front of her. Doyle held her shoulders. "B-but why?" she stuttered.
"Old custom," Doyle explained. "The heart of your enemy is said to have healing powers."
"If you consume it," Buffy pointed out. "Angel, you have to drink from it."
Angel's eyes rolled back as he shook his head. "No," he rasped.
"Yes." Buffy was determined. She turned to Spike. "Any suggestions?"
Spike reached out and took the heart from her. With his other hand, he took a half-full glass of water that had been resting on the nighttable and dumped the contents on the floor. Holding the glass and the heart over the basin that had once held a washcloth, Spike squeezed the organ. Blood poured from the heart into the waiting glass. Silently, he handed the glass to Buffy.
She propped Angel up with one hand, and held the glass to his lips with the other. "Drink, Angel."
He shook his head, his mouth tightly clamped.
"Why won't he drink?" Spike snarled. "Bloody toff knows it will heal him."
"I don't think he wants anything of Riley's," Doyle said. "Stands to reason that he hated the guy."
"Well, he's going to drink it." The steel in Buffy's voice made everyone shiver. Before they could stop her, she took a drink from the glass, and bent down to caress Angel's lips with her own. His lips parted instantly for her, and she took advantage, allowing the blood to pour from her mouth into his.
His eyes snapped open.
"Drink." It was not a request, and Angel knew it. He swallowed. The procedure was repeated until the glass was empty, and the angriest of his bruises were beginning to lighten.
Buffy swiped her bloody mouth on her shoulder. "He'll heal now. And the Initiative is gone. Permanently."
"Not all of the commandos were there. The ones that were left are bound to come after us."
"There are only a handful of them that are still on the loose...and out of those, only one would cause trouble. I'll take care of him."
Cordelia stared up at Buffy, unable to believe she had just heard Buffy blithely discuss murdering someone.
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Date: 2003-04-07 09:28 pm (UTC)hee hee hee
I remember the skinning fic. Didn't you get royally flamed for it? God it was good!
Those were the days. :)
you're my hero!
Date: 2003-04-07 11:16 pm (UTC)LMAO! I literally pounded my fist into my hand cause I was laughing so hard, and my knees weren't available for slapping!
That was so good it almost makes me want to update the "dierileydie" archive. *g*
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Date: 2003-04-08 02:36 am (UTC)*squee*
You're evil and I worship you for it.
Kissing the evil Lex feet
Date: 2003-04-08 05:36 am (UTC)-Rhi
LOVE the visuals *weg*
Date: 2003-05-27 08:40 pm (UTC)Oh and DarkRhiannon? I'm also a fanfic fan of yours, the link to the infamous 'skinning Riley' story titled "Never Again" is here:
http://lex.bitchenvy.com/adult/never_again.html - ENJOY!
~Shirley Ujest~ Forever... that's the whole point.
http://journal.planetx.com/~shirleyUjest/