Warrior Path by Daughter of the Black
A/N: This is a season 2 and Book 6 x-over.
Buffy got to Angel before he touched Acathla the second time
Spike had a little crush on Buffy when he decided to help her
I like Faith, it’s just how I have the story laid out in my mind, I can’t have her in it, she will come up, by name and little flashbacks
This is a Buffy/Angel, and a small Buffy/Spike in a later chapter (not permanent, think more along the lines of Something Blue)
Other episode events will be sort of combined in with the story
Very little on the scoobies even though I love ‘em, just cause I am tired of people like starting off with just Buffy and then deciding to bring the others in, she needs to learn how to stand on her own.
Disclaimer: I do not own HP or BtVS, god knows I wish I did.
Angelus came hurtling at her, angered by her interruption of his ritual; she had arrived just in time to stop him from putting his hand on the sword. Instead, he was now extremely close to her, shaking hands and crazy eyes. Spike and Dru were both gone Buffy saw, and the other minions had fled, not wanting to die like the others. Fighting desperately, trying to block her feelings out she struck blindly, she had her sword at his neck, and he grinned devilishly, knocked her arm away and scrambled for purchase on the hilt. Buffy scrambled back, she met the hard stone of the garden wall, standing Angelus moved over to her, standing above her, laughter and misery in his eyes.
He spoke harshly, “Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No hope.” Buffy closed her eyes and steeled herself for whatever was coming, “Take all that away... and what's left?”
He drew the sword back and thrust it directly at her face. With lightning-fast reflexes, she swung both arms up and caught the blade between the palms of her hands. She opened her eyes and met his, “Me.”
She shoved the blade away from herself, and the hilt of the sword hit Angelus in the face. He staggered back, and she hopped to her feet, kicking him in the chest. He stumbled back even farther, and she reached down and picked up her sword. Swinging it around she thrust at him, he barely managed to parry the blow. They exchanged several more blows, blocking each other expertly. Buffy spun around and swung her sword down at him from above. He grabbed a piece of metal pipe and held it up blocking it, but she hit it hard, and he fell to one knee. She swung again, and he blocked once more. She spun around with a roundhouse kick to his side, and he collapsed to the ground. She stood over him, and just as she was about to sweep her blade down in a reverse arc to behead him, his eyes blazed a red orange and he stuttered, clutching his heart and steadying himself on the ground. Buffy hesitantly lowered the sword as his eyes faded back to their normal darkness.
She dropped the blade with a clatter to the floor when he spoke, “Buffy, What's going on? Where are we? I-I don't remember.”
She let out a shudder at the breathy, shaken voice that came from her beloved, “Angel?”
Angel sees her wounded arm, “You're hurt,” She looked down at her wound and felt his gentle touch on her arm. She ignored the cut, and looked back up at him, stepping closer he embraced her tightly, “Oh, Buffy... God. I... I feel like I haven't seen you in months. Oh, my God, everything's so muddled. I...” he holds her tighter, as if trying to meld their bodies together, “Oh... Oh, Buffy...”
Buffy understood that he was remembering as he slumped to his knees and gripped her hips tightly, resting his cheek against her lower stomach, she ran her hand her hand through her hair, gently soothing the vampire. They both spun as much as possible without letting go of each other to see who was at the door, the footsteps on the stone had alerted them to.
Whistler stepped into the room, “Don’t want to interrupt, but I have a message from the Powers That Be. Apparently, when the Romany cast your curse, they made an adjustment, hence the ‘clause’. Now, your little witch friend, she used the non-modified version, which effectively combined Angel and Angelus. Angelus is not in control, but is in your control. As a little gift, they decided that they would cast a spell and give you a reflection, and this shiny gem. Now, have a great life, you deserve it. Kid, you nearly lost it all today, the PTB decided you deserved something too, only thing is, I can’t tell you what it is. I can say, that you are going to be damn hard to kill, like cut off your head hard to kill. Your paths will cross with her true family. Later.”
He walked out with a wave and Angel studied the ring he had been thrown with fascination, murmuring something about the Gem of Amarra, he slid it on his finger and walked over to one of the mirrors, his eyes opened wide when he saw himself, for the first time in over 200 years. Turning around he laughed jovially, he lifted Buffy off her feet and spun her around, asking her a question, “Has my hair always looked like that? And, Buffy Summers, will you marry me?”
Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and nodded, and then she kissed him deeply, barely letting herself breathe. “Let me go pack, and let’s leave this place, mom kicked me out, and I got kicked out of school. I just need to leave this place.”
“Okay, we’ll leave, we don’t have to tell anyone, take the sword, don’t want any evidence do we?”
Buffy nodded and gave him one last kiss before she ran out of the mansion, making her way hurriedly to her home, sneaking up to her room, she packed quickly. Taking her favorite weapons, her favorite clothes, and everything Angel had given her, she slipped the Claddagh ring onto her left hand again. Picking up the two bags she walked downstairs, ignoring her mother sitting at the kitchen counter, she called out to her daughter, but Buffy ignored it. She knew her mother had followed her out of the house and seen her put her bags into a strange convertible, and get in. Buffy left without a word, they went to the mansion, and waited for the sun to rise, for it was very early in the morning. They slept peacefully in each other’s arms and rose in each other’s arms. Before they left for good, Buffy and Angel went to the school; they stood in the shade of a tree across the street. They watched as Giles and the rest of the scoobies talked in front of the school, a smile breaking out on their faces. Angel wrapped his arms around her and pulled her away. They passed Jonathon and Harmony, both of them staring openly at the couple. Angel helped her into the car and he drove away.
The scoobies stood in front of the school when Harmony walked over to them, “Where did Buffy just go?”
They all tried to speak at the same time, “You saw Buffy?”
“Yeah, she just got into a convertible with a really hot guy, what was his name, oh yeah, the guy Cordelia wanted, Angel!”
“Angel?” Xander asked in an angry voice.
Willow was the only logical one in the group, “N-no, it couldn’t have been Angel, remember, he has that allergy to the sun!”
Harmony rolled her eyes, “Whatever, losers!”
How was that, I have the to tell you now, that her family will play a major part, real family. Please review, this is my first spur of the moment HP and BtVS fic. So make a lady happy.
~Daughter of the Black