Author: FaerieEve
Rating: R
Pairing: W/A, B/A
Disclaimer: I own nothing. As anyone I know will attest to, I have nothing worth suing for. All Characters from the show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" & "Angel" are owned by Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy I’m just borrowing them to occupy my otherwise boring existence and will return them when I’m done.
I also don’t own any of the lyrics to the song "Fallen" those belong to the very talented Bree Sharp
Spoilers: This takes place during Season 3, after Beauty and the Beasts. Slight alteration, Willow & Oz aren’t dating and she is the one who found Angel, not Buffy.
Summery: Sequel to Angel, Some find faith, while others struggle to find anything.
Author’s notes: Thanks to everyone for the feedback. I Love it.
Feedback: Faerieeve@ hotmail.com PLEASE, feedback is crucial to sanity.
Fallen
The creek and groan of the rusted chain spilled through the silence each time the swing flew toward the sky, as if to protest the frenzied rate it was being forced to. Finally with her muscles sore and aching she stopped pumping her legs and let her momentum continue to move her. She hung her head and watched through a veil of black as her feet hovered inches above the ground. Eventually the swing came to a stop, aided by one of her small sneakered feet. She hopped down from the swing and walked over to the park bench, enjoying the sounds of the night. She pulled off her jacket and sweat shirt, glad that the night was warm enough for just her T-shirt. Putting her sweatshirt inside her jacket she laid on the bench resting her head on her makeshift pillow. She laid, staring at the stars, contemplating the universe, and how many others had done the same thing below this very sky. Slowly a tear made its way down her cheek.
"Lucy is gazing out into space. She has starry eyes (starry eyes) that light up her face like and Angel.
Little girl (little girl) questioning me, she says why can’t everyone have what they need?
Where are the angels (angels, angels)?
Where are the angels (angels, angels)?"
*
As the dust settled to the ground, Willow approached the slayer, making a conscious effort to make a lot of noise. It wouldn’t do very well to get herself staked, at least not by accident. Buffy turned, and Willow could see the dark circles under the slayer’s eyes. Buffy’s gaze darted to the scarf that was supposed to be covering the witch’s neck, her eyes resting on the bite marks that the scarf had moved to expose. What felt like an eternity passed for both in silence. "Willow." The red head flinched at the sound of the slayer’s voice. There was no hatred in the word, that was the problem, there was nothing. The syllables were void of all emotion. "Buffy." The slayer fidgeted nervously, wanting to find forgiveness for her best friend but unable.
"I can not tell you my little darling.
All my faith has fallen (fallen)."
*
She was awakened by the tight grip of a hand around her throat. She struggled to get free but the grip holding her in place was like a steel vice. She let a glass shattering scream wretch itself free from her lungs and was rewarded with a backhand across the face from her dark haired attacker. It was like getting hit by a wall. The second scream died on her lips as her head bounced off the bench from the force of the blow. Suddenly as silly as it was she couldn’t help but wish that when she had run away she had brought her teddy bear with her. Not as if having Sir Pixie would really stop this guy from killing or raping her, but still the thought echoed in her mind. Her mind screamed and prayed that this was just some drunk who wanted to beat her up and take the last fifty dollars she had left from her savings. That’s when she noticed the other two. They came up behind the bench, one a tall man with long brown hair and the other a blond female. Then the first one’s face shifted, it was like watching new bones move into place under the already sharp features of the man. She looked around wildly at the other two, hoping that she was imagining things. One after the other her attackers’ faces shifted and she screamed until she ran out of air. The dark haired man holding her brought his mouth to her neck.
"The stars in Lucy’s eyes run down her cheeks like tear drops of fire, still her voice is as sweet an angel.
She says ‘Where is the place that the good souls go? Where they take away (take away) the pain that they know. Where are the angels (angels, angels)?’
Where are the angels (angels, angels)?"
*
Cautiously they approached each other meeting in the middle. "Buffy, I never intended for this to happen. I know that is no excuse but it’s all I have. I would never intentionally hurt you." The slayer was torn between the urge to forgive and pour her soul out to her best friend, to be comforted, and the urge to ask Willow to leave Angel. If Willow turned him away would he come back or would he still pine for the redhead. She had tried so hard to accept as much of him as she could. And she had loved him, she still loved him. But as she looked in her best friends eyes she knew that she wasn’t the only one. The emerald gaze that stared back at her begged for forgiveness, but the was a firmness to it that said she didn’t regret what had happened. Willow loved the dark vampire and for once in her life was finally being loved in return. Buffy knew she couldn’t ask the witch to give that up. She also knew that losing the two most important people in her life was tearing her sanity apart, piece by piece. Willow watched the internal struggle Buffy was having as the emotions of each thought played across the slayers facial features. The hacker resigned herself to the fact that she had fucked up, and prayed to Goddess for her friend’s forgiveness. Suddenly the quiet felt solid and smothering to her. "Buffy, I love you. You’re my family, but I love him too. I tried to stop. I tried so hard to stop. I did it to bring him back. I wanted to bring him back for you. I know that sounds like a bunch of crap, but it’s true. The way to hell is paved with good intentions. My intentions were good. And I can’t help who I fall in love with. And he loves me too. I didn’t think that anyone could love me. I mean look at me. But he does. And Buffy, please say something." "I know it wasn’t intentional." Still Buffy’s voice was filled with numbness.
"I can not tell you my little darling.
All my faith has fallen (fallen)."
*
He followed the sound of the screams and found himself in the park. He pulled the fledgling to his feet. A small brunet was on the bench with puncture wounds on her neck. Suddenly the two other vamps that he had failed to notice joined in the fight. He ducked a punch and spun into the dark haired man that had been attacking the girl on the bench. The vampire exploded into a cloud of dust. A fist slammed into the side of his face and he was momentarily stunned. A leg swept towards him and he caught it in mid motion. Using the momentum of his opponent he flung the vampire into a tree. The vampiress tried to claw at his eyes using her long nails but he broke her hand. She didn’t lose a moment, only swung at him with her other hand. He caught that one too and in a fluid motion dusted her. The remaining vamp tried to run but was pulled back by his long brown ponytail. The vampire grunted and tried to escape almost pulling the hair from his scalp, but was yanked back brutally onto the stake. The vampire could feel the wood biting into his skin and piercing his heart. Then he felt nothing.
"Who are you? What are you?"
"My name is Angel."
"I’m Lucy."
"You shouldn’t be out this late. It’s dangerous."
"Don’t have anywhere else to go." Angel rushed to catch her as she fell back towards the bench. She had lost enough blood to make her weak.
"I’ll take you somewhere safe. There’s a shelter over on Market Street. You’ll get a bed, a meal, and a chance to call your parents."
"I didn’t think angels existed anymore. Thank you for proving me wrong." Angel could barely hear the last part as her voice faded. He thought about carrying the passed out teenager to the hospital but he could already hear her heart beating stronger.
"Ashes to Ashes they all fall down. (Ashes to Ashes they all fall down.)
If I could take the world in my arms, I’d take ass the wrongs and I’d fly a way. (fly away, fly away)
Yes, I’d like to know where the good souls go.
Where are the angels (angels, angels)?
Where are the angels (angels, angels)?
*
"I just need some time." Buffy turned her back and walked away from her best friend. Tears streamed down her face. It was a struggle to keep walking but her pride wouldn’t let her turn around. Her heart was broken, shattered like a mirror. Before she knew it she was home and in her room. She didn’t remember the walk or changing into her pajamas. Gently she pulled the cross from her neck. She stared at it for a moment. And then did something she hadn’t done in quite a while she kneeled next to her bed and prayed. She looked to the corners of her bed to where her mother had always told her the angels sat watch over her and wondered if they had abandoned their posts.
"I can not tell you my little darling.
All my faith has fallen (fallen, fallen)."
*
Willow closed and locked the door to her house. She threw her backpack onto the floor and stomped into the kitchen. She pulled her parents liquor cabinet open, breaking the lock. She slammed cabinets open and closed, clinking around the glasses hoping to wake someone, but knowing it was useless because no one was home but her. Her parents had been away since last week and wouldn’t be back until the end of the month. Frustrated she threw the glass she had just pulled from the cabinet into the wall shattering it. Finally she gave up on a glass altogether and took the bottle of schnapps up to her room. By the time she fell asleep she had drank half the bottle and her bedroom looked as if a tornado had passed through. She had cried herself to sleep on the uncovered mattress of her bed, which was now on the floor.
"I can not tell you my little darling.
All my faith has fallen (fallen, fallen)."
Angel entered her room trying not to wake her, and pulled the half empty bottle from her hand. He covered her with the blanket that he had retrieved from the other side of the room. Then he softly kissed her lips and let himself out the balcony doors, making sure to lock them behind him.