Disclaimer: I want them... someone get them for me so I can do evil things to the characters to piss Joss off- like you know fix them...
Distribution: If not my hosts, better send an email.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: BA
Summary: Wouldn't you like to know the twist to the first part? hehe...
FEEDBACK IS LOVED!

The air quaked with vibrations, shuddering with anticipation. Suddenly a rip appeared high above in the air with bright blinding white light spewing out of it. The darkness scattered from the light's sudden appearance, making way for its passenger. Falling from the rip fabric of space a nude man landed roughly onto the tiled floor.

Disoriented, he glanced up behind him in time to see the rip mend itself and fold away like it had never been there. His body ached from physical abuse, his soul hungered for his love long denied, his heart was broken unsure to ever be fixed, and his mind wasn't anything more then an animal's.

Closing tired eyes, he fell into a deep sleep, unsure if he could trust the illusion his mind had conjured up. The surroundings were familiar, and for the moment he knew he was safe. So he slept.

The darkness had fallen when he awoke, and uncomprehending eyes looked around in wonder. He had done it this time. He had been able to escape their constant torment, showing him things that made him bleed. He had been trying for so long to come back home, and this… if this was home…

The hunger rumbled in his belly, and quickly he escaped the room- the building- the yard. He ran with legs stretched out, enjoying his freedom. The cool wind blew around him, removing the sweat and heat that had been his prison for centuries.

Ducking under trees, he ran closer to the ground, sniffing for his meal. It would be his favorite spice of blood, if only he could catch it. The blood was particularly nasty, they would never let him have anything but the least tastiest choices or the most tormenting delicacies.

A creature ran across his path out into the opening, amazed at the species, he tumbled after it, grabbing it by the foot. The high yipping noise screeched in his ears, but the poor thing was silenced. It was either his life or theirs, and he needed to get home.

The warm blood was the best he ever tasted, it fell down his throat in slick warm guzzles, filling his stomach. The taste was rich and sweet, he thirsted for more. Where would another one of these things be? Turning back into the brush he crept slower then before, sniffing for the newest smell of his meal.

But the air smelled different, it smelled of something he had long ago forgotten about. Turning around he glanced behind him, a small frown gracing his brow. He sniffed again. The strange smell still tingled the air.

Pausing he waited… suddenly he knew it was her. Her: the only thing left in his existence that was worth a damn. He ran without thinking, without waiting to see the trap that they had set for him. If she was here in this awful place, he'd die to protect her and get her out.

Running out of the brush he smacked into two sturdy legs, and they fell over together. His nose was pressed to her neck, the blood pumping frantically below. His face morphed, his teeth barely touching that slender column before he was shoved off.

A whimper escaped him, as he ducked his head beneath two arms awaiting for the blows. He could never fight them, they were too strong as he could do was await for their wrath. He knew he was wrong, they had tricked him. Tears squeezed out of his eyes as a wail built within his throat.

The induced dreams weren't enough for them. They had to break him more. They would succeed too, giving him hope before snatching it away. Shaking he hung his head, whimpering, wailing, waiting. This thing smelled like her, made him hunger again for something he could never have.

Falling into a fitful dream he saw his blonde beauty walk to him with tears in her eyes. Nudging him, he looked down into her hand and saw it gripping a heart. Terrified, he looked away from the still beating thing at her. Blood was seeping from her breast, soaking the shirt that had been white before. Shaking he looked away again into her eyes as saw the anger and contempt within them. Her lips moved and spoke within his mind resounding like constant echoes, "Just keep it."

Jerking awake at the touch of hands on him, he hissed, snapping at the hands. He wanted to be alone to his pain. He wanted to nurse the wound that had reopened in his heart and cry a thousand tears. Leave him to his misery, he begged.

Howling, he pictured her heart beating, as he took it from the love he had rejected. He snatched it away from his other self and cradled it, whispering nonsense sounds to the heart of his beloved. Fissures and cracks covered it in the horrors of his other self's abuse. But he'd, he'd take good care of it, he thought wildly. Her shoved her heart next to his in his open chest, and watched the hands sew it back together. His heart didn't beat, but hers next to his, would beat, reminding him that she still lived if he cared enough to mend it.

Growling, he guarded his chest from his offending foe, it was his new heart. To mend and make whole. His! You hear! His old one was blackened ash… falling to the floor, he never touched it. Snapping his eyes open, he moved his head frantically seeing the chains that bound his wrists and ankles.

No! They were going to remove her heart from him! Struggling he tore his skin in frantic attempts to free himself of the binding chains. They were too strong. He was too weak. Stilling his struggles, he cried, tears of ice falling down his cheeks.

Warmth covered him, tilting his chin up, and dead brown eyes opened to see sparkling blue. He watched tears slip from between light brown eyelashes, splashing onto rosy cheeks to catch on trembling pink lips. He watched those lips, open in soft gasps and he lunged forward, surprising them both.

Catching those lips, he suckled greedily on the salty tears gathered at the edges before slipping his tongue along the seams of those lush trembling lines. They melted away, granted him access for his rough yet tender invasion. He could taste her once more on his taste buds.

Purring, he wrapped his chained arms around the petite figure before him on her knees, and he rose a bit unsteadily to his own. Pressing her into his body, he deepened their tasting of each other, and prayed for words and sounds. He hadn't spoken in so long… he couldn't mess up now. Not when he had her here safe.

He would protect her, love her, be hers. The mistakes would be undone, this time he would stay. This time he wouldn't let fear or pride keep him away from her. Running his hands down her sides, he explored curves he had almost forgotten. Traced her back in careful hands. His mouth drank away her tears, and swallowed her harsh breaths.

"I'll keep it safe," he rumbled by her neck, nuzzling her flesh before slipping lower.

"Angel…" he heard her voice whisper choking on sobs.

His fingers trailed into her hair as he worshipped the breast where underneath her heartbeat sounded. Satisfaction welled through him. His. As his own was hers.

Forever and always.

Then he preceded to show her.

Send feedback to Meghan

Back to the Fanfiction Archive