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Forbidden Desires; Appropriate Punishments

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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Way Things Could Have Gone". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: An alternate resolution of the S2 episode, "Surprise."

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Romance > Angel/BuffyGreywizardFR151683074,5051 Jan 071 Jan 07Yes
Disclaimer: All of the Buffy characters belong to Crack-Head Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc., I'm just borrowing them for a while. There is no intent to profit from this. Only the story is mine, and even that is negotiable. See the end of the story for any disclaimer for any crossover character(s).

Time frame: Season Two, Episode 25, “Surprise.”

Character Bashing: Absolutely none.

Author's Note: Thanks to Lori Bush, Tim Joy, Bill Haden and Drake the Archr for beta-ing this story.

The dialogue is from the BtVS Episode Guide and transcripts site, http://www.buffy-vs-angel.com/guide.shtml , from episode 25, “Surprise.”

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Setting: Angel’s apartment after Buffy and Angel narrowly escaped being destroyed by the Judge.


Buffy leaned back into the ensouled vampire and cuddled her face against his, as hee put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.

“You almost went away today,” she said softly, her face a mask of confusion, fear and pain.

“We both did,” he quietly reminded her.

“Angel,” Buffy sobbed, “I feel like I lost you.” She sniffled a moment before continuing. “You're right, though. We can't be sure of anything.”

“Shhh,” he said reassuringly. “I...” He broke off his comment before he said anything more, causing her to turn around to look at him.

“You what?” she asked, her eyes wide and entreating as she looked at him

“I love you,” Angel admitted. “I try not to, but I can't stop.”

“Me - me, too,” Buffy smiled tentatively at him. “I can't either.”

They started to kiss, but after a moment Angel broke it off.

“Buffy, maybe we shouldn't...” Angel began before she interrupted him.

“Don't,” she said, putting a finger to his lips to silence him. “Just kiss me.”

Things swiftly progressed from there, as clothes were quickly shed and their bodies intertwined as they sought to connect as passionately as possible in an expression of their love.

Angel thought his unbeating heart might burst with happiness as he moved between Buffy’s thighs, urged on by the petite blonde’s moans as she arched her hips to meet his thrusts. For over eighty years he had hidden himself away from humanity, ashamed, disgusted by and feeling guilty at the memories of what the demon who’d stolen his body had done to the poor unfortunates unlucky enough to have caught his interest.

He was looking down at Buffy’s glazed, pleasure-filled eyes , feeling his climax approaching when an unexpected sensation flared up in his chest – as though a void had suddenly appeared there – and then he could hear the triumphant laugh of the demon trapped inside echoing through his mind as the unfocused eyes beneath him suddenly shifted to a golden-yellow hue.

He had only an instant to see the delicate features looking up at him morph into a smiling, fanged-and-ridge-browed visage he recognized with horror before his two and a half century dead body turned into the dust so long denied it.

The blonde’s features shifted back to the tantalizingly beautiful features of her original form and then Angela lay on the bed for a few minutes longer, laughing and basking in the newly-regained freedom that had been so long denied her before finally getting up and redressing her new and still living body in the clothes so frantically strewn across the room a short time earlier.

A living vampire, she mused; Anne Rice would climax at the thought.

She had a full schedule ahead of her, she reflected, as she made her way out of her now finally deceased lover’s apartment.

There was just so much she had to do:

Contact her insane child and take control over the crazed Seer’s and her grandchild Spike’s nest, and then reign in that creature they’d managed to reassemble. After all, if you killed off your primary food source, all they’d have to eat was rats, dogs and the like, and she was most certainly *not* going to ever consider doing anything like that again. Eighty years of putting up with that wimpy soul’s whining and recriminations about not feeding off the cattle around him had given her a definite distaste for anything that ran around on four feet.

And once that was taken care of, there were gypsies to find, torture and kill, the Slayer’s Watcher to imprison, make suffer and eventually kill and all of her former friends to torment and eventually turn. They all had this lovely darkness inside them, and it was time to let it out.

She let out a resigned sigh.

It seemed like a demon’s work was just never done.

FIN

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