CH. 11
Upon reaching their room Doyle laid Liz on top of the bed and moved to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth. Liz sat up and looked at him as he moved about the room. She didn’t want to do this, it would break her heart and his… but she knew she had too. To keep him safe she would do anything. “Doyle we need to talk,” she said a bit shakily.
“What is it love? You can tell me anything.” He moved to come sit next to her on the bed, but her hand stopped him. He paused and looked at her quizzically. “What is it? Liz darlin’ you’re scarin’ me.”
“I just need you to stay over there, so I can say what I need to say. If you come over here, I won’t be able to say it.” She felt the tears start to well up and forced them back down. Looking at her lover she saw flashes of what could happen to him, and it steeled her resolve. “We can’t be together anymore.”
“What? Liz if this is about…”
“Let me finish… We can’t be together anymore because of what could happen. I can’t watch you die because of me. It could either be inadvertently because of this final battle, or it could be me killing you. If the First gets a hold of me, I don’t know what will happen, but I refuse to be the cause of your death. You’ll be safer away from me… Doyle you should find someone who makes you happy and be with her. Someone who can offer you more of a normal life than I can.”
“Now wait a damn minute! I am not goin’ to leave you just because there’s danger… I love you Liz, you... and about the whole normal life thing… hello half demon? Does that ring any bells? If you can look me in the eye and honestly tell me you don’t love me, well I’ll leave you be. I want my life to be with you…”
Liz could see the pain he was trying so desperately to hide. He was trying to be strong for her even when it was her who was breaking his heart. She steeled her face, and let her heart retreat behind a stonewall… she was almost as good at it as Michael. “I don’t. I don’t love you and I don’t want your life to be with me.”
Doyle dropped his head in defeat, his entire body sagging with unspoken grief. He looked back up at her, tears shining in his eyes. He saw the lie in hers and the love lurking behind, but the look of resolve on her face stopped him from saying more. He simply walked to grab some clothes and moved into the bathroom, leaving her to change herself. Entering the bathroom he let the tears fall, suppressing a wail of agony. He heard Liz moving around in the bedroom, probably changing clothes to go on her and Angel’s routine sweep of the city. Night was falling and it was later than any of them had realized. He felt her presence at the bathroom door as it hesitated then moved away to walk out of the room. Hearing the door shut softly he finally let out the cry he had been holding in. Dropping to the floor he poured out all the pain her words had brought. He knew she didn’t really mean them but they hit hard anyways, and he couldn’t understand why she would say them or how she thought they could stay away from each other. He knew her inside and out, she couldn’t hide from him and he couldn’t hide from her… they were connected and he liked not being able to keep anything from her. He didn’t think he could live without her… damn what am I going to do?
Liz could hear him crying softly in the bathroom as she changed. She was slipping into a pair of skintight black leather pants, skintight black long sleeved shirt and her black, heeled boots. She had on her black leather jacket and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It was time for her and Angel to go on their regular sweep and she wanted to get out of the hotel before Doyle came out. A little space and time for clarity might do them both some good. She began to move towards the bathroom door and paused with her hand hovering over the doorknob and stopped herself from turning it and going in. Turning away she made her way to the door and started making her way back to the lobby, pausing and gasping in a ragged breath at the agonized wail that came from the room she and Doyle once shared. She breathed deeply and fought back the tears at the pain that sliced through her like a knife. Hurting Doyle hurt her more than any injury she had ever suffered while helping Angel. She turned the corner to go to the stairs and heard the others talking, pausing she stopped to listen.
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Everything stopped when they heard Doyle’s cry and the door softly close from upstairs. “What the hell was that?” asked Isabel worriedly.
“That was Doyle,” replied Angel grimly. “I don’t think I want to know what happened up there, but I’m going to find out anyway.”
“It sounds like he’s dying,” said Maria.
“He is,” replied Buffy offhandedly. At the others looks she elaborated, re-visiting a place and memory she didn’t want to. “He is dying, or at least a part of him. Liz probably just told him she didn’t love him… she’s going to leave him in order to protect him… which means that, more than likely she’s going to leave L.A. completely. She cares about him and us to much to let us get hurt.” Glancing at Angel she scowled. “Sound familiar doesn’t it? I guess it makes sense though. You are brother and sister and over the past year she’s gotten a lot of you in her.”
The others all looked between Angel and Buffy, but none decided to comment, thinking it safer to leave the two alone to deal with whatever demons had been brought up by Liz’s decision. “Wait, we don’t even know that’s what she’s planning,” interrupted Max.
“It’s what I’d do,” shrugged Michael. “I’ve done it before in my own way. I didn’t want Maria to get hurt, so I left her remember? The warrior within her is reacting to the situation and she’s reacting on gut instinct and emotion.”
“When did you get so wise?” asked Liz, making her appearance known from the top of the stairs.
“When I got to know you Parker, and I know you don’t run from a challenge, so I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking.”
“Well that’s where I’ve got you. I’m not Parker anymore… it’s O’Brien remember?” She looked to Angel and he nodded, moving to go change into his street clothes. She moved to the weapons cabinet and took out a few stakes, sliding two up the sleeves of her jacket, she put the third in the back waistband of her pants, and she also tucked a knife into her boots.
“Yeah O’Brien, it could’ve been Doyle… but no. Why did you break his heart?” asked Cordelia accusingly. “You promised me you wouldn’t break his heart!”
“I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I’m leaving as soon as the shit begins to hit the fan. All of you are better off not having me here. You’ll have enough of your own problems to deal with without me adding to the mix.” Liz looked back up as Angel re-entered the room in black pants, a black sweater, black boots and his black leather jacket. “You ready?” At his reluctant nod, they moved to the door.
“Where are you going?” asked Alex.
“Street sweep… checking for information and taking out any vamps or demons we encounter.”
Angel looked to Buffy and they shared a strange sort of communication. Bittersweet, anger, love, understanding… all of it passed between them before they broke. “Hold down the fort, we’ll be back before the sun rises.” With that, the siblings turned and walked out the door, jacket tails flapping out behind them.
“Well they looked intimidating,” commented Kyle as the group began to break up. He looked at Cordelia as she began making her way up to Doyle’s room. At the look in her eyes, he nodded his understanding. With Liz gone, Doyle needed comfort and who better than a sister figure?
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“What the hell is going on Beth?” asked an irritated Angel as they prowled the sewers of L.A. looking for the vamps that they had found up top earlier. They had apparently fled to the sewers, probably hoping to make it back to their nest before the two ‘champions’ reached them.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Liam,” said Liz. Her tone brooked for no argument, but Angel didn’t listen.
“I just don’t get it, you love Doyle,” he said frustrated, “And Doyle loves you. So what’s the problem? And by the way, don’t for one second think I won’t track you down if you run,” he looked at her and his eyes flashed yellow in warning.
Liz growled at him and her eyes flashed from irritation. “I know you love me and are my big brother and everything but would you kindly butt out?”
“No, I won’t butt out!” he exclaimed as he was charged by a vampire, they had found the nest. He ducked a punch and slammed the vampire into the wall. “I’m here to take care of you, and help you. I can’t do that if you won’t talk to me!” He watched the male vampire struggle to his feet and punched him again. “Can you just hang on for one second? I’m trying to talk here. You can try and kill me when I’m done.”
The vampire traded a look with his cohort who was currently fighting Liz. The female vampire shrugged and looked at Liz. “Just a minute please.” Liz turned to Angel and glared. “What do you want to know? You want to know that I love Doyle so much that it kills me to see him hurt? Do you want to know that I hate the situation I’m in? Do you want to know that I’m leaving him to keep him safe? Is that what you want to know?”
“Beth, Doyle can take care of himself. He doesn’t need you watching out for him.”
“Yeah, well neither did Buffy but you left her,” argued Liz, knowing it was a low blow from the hurt look on her brother’s face, but she had to make him see her side.
“That was different. Buffy and I couldn’t be together for other reasons besides safety.”
“Really? Because from where I’m standing she doesn’t care about any of those ‘reasons’.”
“You’ve been hanging out with her too much. You’re starting to sound and act like her,” he groaned, shutting his eyes tightly and rubbing his temples.
“Yeah, well the feelings mutual from her end too. She says I’m becoming more and more like you everyday.” Liz smirked at her brother’s startled look.
“God help us when there’s another me running around… especially a female one,” he muttered. “Ow Beth what the hell was that for?”
“That was for Buffy and the implication about you not wanting me to turn into someone just like you. I happen to think there’s nothing wrong with you… yes, you are pigheaded and retarded sometimes, but we all still love you anyways, even if you do have your head up your ass a lot!”
“Gee thanks,” he muttered. “Hey how about we finish this fight and then finish discussing this?”
“Sounds good.” Liz turned to the vampires milling around the room, they had apparently been joined by four more. “You guys ready to party?” she asked smirking as they all shot to attention and charged. “Let’s dance.”
Liz dodged one and rolled over Angel’s back to kick another in the chest, running over she staked him in the heart and watched him dissolve into dust. Turning she saw her brother stake another and she moved back to take a fighting stance. “Two down, four to go,” she heard him mutter. Moving to go after another vamp she felt arms wrap around her waist, holding her arms at her sides. The vamp she had been about to stake spun around and began to cautiously approach her as she struggled. Deciding she wasn’t going to get free she used the support of the vampire behind her and kicked her legs out, planting them right in the other vamps chest. The momentum freed her and she turned around to face her captor. She threw out both arms as the vamps ran at her and her stakes up her sleeves shot out and the vamps impaled themselves on them, exploding into dust. She turned in time to see Angel stake the last two and spin around ready to take on any others that might be lurking about. “I think that’s the last of them.”
“Good, now we can finish our talk,” he said as he wrapped his arm around a groaning Liz’s shoulders and moved them to an exit. Neither vampire noticed the eyes in the shadows watching them.
Reaching street level again, the siblings walked to a near by pizza place to grab something to eat. “Here’s the deal,” said Angel after they had sat down and began eating their food. “I don’t think you should run from Doyle just because of what’s happening now.” He held up a hand to silence the protests he was sure were coming. “Just because I left Buffy doesn’t mean it was right. You shouldn’t always follow in your big brother’s footsteps. I’ve done a lot of stupid and regrettable things in my two hundred plus years. Things I’m not proud of and I hope you never learn all of them, but the two best things in my life are you and Buffy. I gave her up and am miserable. I’m not letting you go and I suggest you rethink your decision of letting Doyle go. He’s a big boy and can make up his own mind.” He watched her mull over what he had said as she finished her slice of pizza.
Taking a sip of her Mountain Dew to wash down the rest of the pepperoni pizza Liz looked at her brother. Slowly, as if thinking about what she was going to say and how to say it, she began to speak. “Maybe I did act rashly. I just don’t want anything to happen to Doyle. How about this, we reach a compromise. If I talk to Doyle, you have to talk to Buffy.” She arched her eyebrow as the protests and problems with her suggestion began spilling out. “Uh uh, I talk to Doyle and you talk to Buffy. It’s only fair that as siblings who made the same mistake, we work together to rectify it. It’s only fair don’t you think?”
“You play dirty Beth, but I’ll do it. Now let’s get back to the hotel. We should probably begin work on our ex-significant others. Sighing he rose to pay the cashier and he and Liz exited the building to begin making their way home.
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Cordelia had finally gotten Doyle to come downstairs after a lengthy discussion about how much Liz sucked. Doyle however continued to defend her and the two of them; along with the others who now found themselves all waiting around for the two vampires to get home. Cordelia knew Liz wasn’t really completely at fault, but it was her job as the best friend to make Liz seem like the bad guy. Without looking up as they heard a throat clear, Cordelia immediately shouted out. “We’re closed!”
“Not looking for a room, just a person…” replied Liz from her stance in the doorway.
“Sorry Liz. Didn’t think you two would be back so soon. Hey where’s Angel?”
“He’s still patrolling. I told him I wanted, no, needed to talk to Doyle, so he let me come on home…. How about it Doyle, can we go somewhere and talk?” She looked at the broken man sitting on the couch next to Kyle, and saw him look up at her through haunted eyes.
“Aye, we can go somewhere and talk… as long as you promise not to go breakin’ my heart anymore.”
“I promise,” she swore as she waited expectantly at the top of the stairs… not moving and not looking at any of the others.
“Liz are you ok?” asked Tess.
“I’m fine,” she snapped. “Sorry, just a little stressed… I’ll be ok.” She smiled hesitantly at them.
Doyle walked up the stairs to join Liz and moved to open the door for her. Even when his heart was crushed he was still the gentleman. “We’ll be back later,” he said as he ushered her outside.
The others all returned to their idle chatter until about thirty minutes later they heard the door to downstairs clang shut and Liz and Angel’s voices carry over across the lobby. Smiling as they rounded the corner they took in the confused state of their friends. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just… where’s Doyle?” asked Kyle.
“What do you mean where’s Doyle… he’s here, isn’t he?” asked Liz beginning to worry.
“No Liz, you came in here about thirty minutes ago and asked to talk to Doyle alone. You said Angel was still out patrolling and that you two would be back soon. You walked out the door with him I swear,” shrieked Cordelia, becoming hysteric.
“No I didn’t come get Doyle… Angel and I found a nest and wiped it out then we went and got a slice of pizza and talked. I haven’t come back to the hotel and I haven’t talked to Doyle.”
“Wait a second, did anybody see this other Liz touch anything, anything at all?” asked Buffy, her face creasing in worry and distress.
“No, why?” asked Isabel.
“Are you sure? She didn’t touch the tiniest little thing, not Doyle, not the door, nothing?”
“No, I didn’t see her touch anything… come to think of it, I didn’t hear the door open or close earlier either,” said a confused Alex.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit! This isn’t good, that means the First has Doyle.”
“Wait, what does not touching have to do with anything?” asked Max.
“The First is non-corporeal which means it’s not solid.” At the looks of duh on everybody’s face Buffy shrugged and continued. “If ‘Liz’ didn’t touch anything then that means it wasn’t Liz it was the First, and if it didn’t open or shut the door then that means it materialized in here and we… I was blind to it. The First has the capability to turn into anyone that’s died. I should’ve been more alert,” she berated herself.
“Well that rules that out, Liz hasn’t died… so it had to be her…” exclaimed Maria.
“Then how do you explain that she’s standing right in front of us?” sighed Michael.
“The First has Doyle… What am I going to do? I have to get him back; I’ll do anything… I’ll give anything up just to have him back,” cried Liz as she sunk to the floor sobbing and clutching onto Angel. She looked up at him through tear-stained eyes and kept muttering, “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it.”
Buffy turned back to Maria, leaving Angel to comfort his sister as best he could. “Technically Liz has died… she died two hundred years ago as Beth remember? It doesn’t matter that she’s back now, all that matters is she was physically dead. The First has taken the shape of Angel and I before as well… Yes,” she held up her hand. “I have died, no I’m not telling you about it now because it’s too long of a story.”
Silence descended on the group as they stood around, all hoping that Doyle would walk through the door and say ‘gotcha’ but it never happened. The only thing that could be heard was Liz’s heartbreaking cries and the sounds of Angel trying to soothe her.
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CH. 12
Arguments over what to do about Doyle raged on, but Liz didn’t hear any of it. She had retreated within herself and slowly rose to her feet, silently she moved up the stairs and walked into her and Doyle’s room, never noticed by the others. Entering the room, she slipped on one of Doyle’s shirts and climbed into the bed, hugging his pillow to her chest she breathed in his scent and broke down again. Crying hysterically, she eventually passed into oblivion, curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the bed and dreaming of Doyle. Waking what seemed a few hours later she sat up groggily and looked around the room, seeing that she had the blankets around her, she realized that someone had obviously come in and covered her. She looked at the clock and realized it had been more than a few hours, it had been around twelve hours, it was the next night. How did I sleep that long? I’m wasting time! Shrugging off the covers, she stood unsteadily and moved to the bathroom where she splashed her face with cold water and took in her red, puffy eyes and haggard appearance. Sighing she sat on the toilet seat, and plopped her head down in her hands. What am I going to do? I have to get him back… I’ll do anything. If I sneak out, I can track him and save him. God, why did I say the things I did? I didn’t mean them; just give me a chance to redeem myself. I’ll never hurt him again, without him I can’t breathe… I feel like I’m dying, God anything!
“Anything?” asked a male voice with a saucy British accent.
Liz looked up and into cold, calculating blue eyes. “What are you doing here Spike?” she spat. Studying the figure before her she cocked her head to the side and took in his stance and the air about him. “No… you’re not Spike, and how did you know I said anything?” She asked accusingly, realization hit her, “What do you want?” she growled. “Come to gloat over how the mighty have fallen so easily? Well, here’s your chance, live it up. Oh I’m sorry, that’s right you’re not alive. You can’t even touch anything,” she sneered.
“Be careful little girl, you have no idea what I’m capable of… I may not be able to touch anything myself, but my power stretches over the earth. You can’t stop me; hell you can’t even bloody save your boy toy. Is this how you’re going to defeat me and my forces in the final battle?” He looked at her scornfully and shook his head disgustedly. “But you said anything, so how about this. You join me and your precious little Doyle will live. Deny me and well the ending won’t be pretty, you can have him back, but it will just be his body, and it will be in pieces.”
Liz choked back the wave of nausea she felt at the thought of Doyle being dead. Staring coldly back at ‘Spike’ she bit back. “If I’m so weak and pathetic then why do you want me?”
“I can change you, mold you to me, so that you don’t feel anything. You would be the perfect weapon, cold, calculating, and effective. If you don’t take my offer… well it doesn’t matter, the window is open and I have your boy… you will succumb to darkness and when you do I’ll be there. You are to be my champion, not the Powers that Be. They have no idea what true power is, if you come with me I can share it. Join me, and you will live forever with Doyle, deny me and well, as I said, it won’t be pretty... you know, the whole fire falling from the sky water to blood, frogs, the whole freakin’ shebang.”
“Sounds like it’s all that and a bag of chips, but I think you’re taking this whole evil, plunge the world into darkness thing to far, so I have an idea… why don’t you go fuck yourself and I’ll see you in hell?” asked Liz brightly.
‘Spike’ snarled at her. “Fine, you had your chance to do it the easy way, now the fun begins. If you find Doyle, you won’t even recognize him. You can try, be my guest. If you find him you’ll still have to fight through my people to get to him… you’ll never survive.”
“Try me,” growled Liz coldly. “You’re going to learn that you don’t fuck with me.” She walked towards and through ‘Spike’; turning back ‘he’ was gone. Now to find Doyle, she thought wearily. I won’t give him up. She moved to the stereo, waving her hand over it music began blasting out.
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
Moving around the room she began grabbing clothes and weapons. She slid into an old ragged pair of leather pants that conformed to her body and moved easily with her, pulling on a black wifebeater and her black steel-toed boots; she tapped down with her right foot and watched the small blade shoot out, grinning and tapping again the blade slid back in; black leather jacket comfortably in place with stakes lining the inside. She grabbed her crossbow and a sword, sliding the sword into the custom made lining at the back of her jacket. She slid her throwing knives into her boots and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
She walked back into the bathroom and grabbed her cross necklace off the counter, turning around she entered the bedroom once more. Leaving a note on the bedside table saying where she was she moved to the balcony. Staring out at the sleeping city she thought about what could happen. I could die, Doyle could be dead… no don’t think of that. I have to get back to help protect my family and friends. I’ll be damned before I serve the First; I’m no dark champion. I fight for the good guys and that’s it. I will find Doyle and I’ll save him, and then we will all defeat the First, she vowed.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up) Wake me up inside
(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up) bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up) before I come undone
(Save me) save me from the nothing I’ve become
Staring out at the city she thought of all the innocents. The people who didn’t know of the supernatural war being waged everyday. They seem to have it easy, she mused. Never knowing what’s happening around them, ignorant to everything except what they want to know. She thought about it more, but I would never give up what I know, I’m a fighter and ignorance is dangerous. I wouldn’t want to be ignorant; ignorance gets you killed. Leaping over the balcony to land on the pavement below she heard the last few lines of the song; smirking to herself she moved out to hunt.
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
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“Liz?” asked Alex hesitantly as he moved into her room; it had been his turn to check on her, the others had all been taking shifts since they realized she wasn’t in the lobby anymore. They had all originally freaked out until Angel came from checking upstairs and reported that Liz was asleep in her room. Looking around he noticed the doors to the balcony were open and other than the bathroom light, the room was plunged in darkness. “Liz?” he asked again. Moving over to the bed, he turned on the light at the table. Walking around the room, he saw that drawers were open and various items were thrown about, like someone had packed in a hurry. Looking closer he saw it was stakes, an arrow for what he assumed was a crossbow, and a knife was lying on the dresser. He glanced down and saw Liz’s clothes from earlier on the ground as well as one of what he guessed was Doyle’s old shirts. He felt sick as he looked at the room, realization swept over him as it registered what she must have done. Turning to go tell the others a piece of paper caught his eye, picking it up he scanned it quickly.
Hey guys,
I love all of you and I hopefully will be home soon. I intend to be home soon. I just have a little unfinished business to take care of after my little guest. By the way watch out for Spike, it’s probably not really Spike. I’ve gone to find Doyle as you have already guessed. The First is using him, as bait for me to become evil’s ‘dark champion, that’s so overrated… I’m good, well kind of. However I am not going to allow that to happen, I will save Doyle, and we will both be home before you know it. I’m actually hoping we’ll be back before you get this note, but since I know it probably won’t happen I’ve left it anyways. I love you all and if something goes wrong, then best case scenario I’ll be dead. Worst-case scenario, well Angel, Buffy, you guys know what you have to do.
Love, Liz
“Damn it,” hissed Alex has he sprinted out the door and back downstairs. Hollering on his way down he pulled everyone from their rooms and soon they were all assembled once more in the lobby. Handing the note to Angel, he panted. “Is it a prerequisite to becoming somebody like you guys to be a complete retard?” At everyone’s looks he waved at the note. “I mean honestly people, when someone is in trouble normal people ask for help, but not you, nooo… you have to make it difficult and go all Captain America, or in Liz’s case Wonder Woman. Let me clarify something for those of you who have dazed looks… Liz is gone, alone, to try and rescue Doyle. And it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she means by ‘worst case scenario’.” He looked at Angel, “If she turns she wants you and Buffy to kill her doesn’t she?”
At his comment shouting erupted around the room, comments flew everywhere from:
“You’re not going to kill Liz! You can’t!”
“Oh my God, what was she thinking? She can’t leave and fight them on her own!”
“I knew this would happen, I never should’ve agreed to this.”
Finally Angel fed up with all the shouting and arguing, tried to quiet them down. Unsuccessful he finally roared, “SHUT THE HELL UP! WE’RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING DONE THIS WAY!” When everyone looked at him startled he spoke calmly, “We have to trust in Liz to take care of herself, us running in and trying to help her will either get her or Doyle killed and probably some of you. She has to do this on her own, she wants to do this on her own.”
“So that’s it then?” asked a bewildered Tess. “We’re just going to let her go and possibly get herself killed? It’s suicide Angel, we can’t just leave her.”
“You think I want my sister out there, in danger, alone? I don’t like this anymore than you guys do, but we have no other choice. We just have to hope that she comes back in one piece and that she brings Doyle with her… I doubt she’d leave without Doyle anyways.”
“Yeah,” smirked Buffy, “you vampires are really possessive, protective, and all around pains in the ass when you want to be. If the First values sanity then it’ll let Doyle go before Liz even gets there. She’s a woman in love, nothing can stop her.”
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Liz crept along the passage, her back pressed up against the wall, listening intently for any sign of another presence. She had been scouring the catacombs at the edge of town for hours; all the information she had received had led her here. She knew the informants were reliable because she had beaten the shit out of them until they spoke up, and her confidants and spy friends, like Aidan, had confirmed the information. The First was making the catacombs the base of operations, which actually had turned out as a great idea, because Liz was lost. She had only her senses to guide her, specifically her sense of smell; she kept trying to sniff out Doyle. So far she hadn’t been able to get a whiff of him, but she kept up hope. Halting, she strained her ears… that’s it, that’s him! She tilted her head up and sniffed the air, it was Doyle, she could smell him and hear him. She smirked as she heard the hell he was putting on whoever was in there with him. Cautiously working her way around the corner and in the direction she sensed him; she began readying herself for whatever may lie before her.
Sliding around the last corner she choked back a sob and a gasp at the sight before her, then anger took over. Her eyes flashed yellow and her face changed, snarling she made her way into the room. There was Doyle, chained to the wall, no shirt and horrible red welts and cuts all over his chest, face, arms, almost any available piece of skin was beaten. She growled low in her throat and began making her way stealthily towards the bringers who had been exacting the punishment. They never even saw it coming; too preoccupied with ridiculing Doyle’s attempts to sway their belief that Liz would come and kick their asses. “She won’t join you ya know? She’s not some dark champion, she’s my lass and she’ll rip your throats out and cram them up your bosses ass.” Spitting out fresh blood from the hit he had just received, he smirked, wincing at the pain coursing through his system. “Too descriptive eh? Sorry boys, I didn’t know this was a PG gatherin’. Do you want to die; is that it? Because she can help you with that… she’s pretty good at it. You just asked for a world of pain to be delivered on your bodies by going along with this. It’ll be like kung fu with a side of good ol’ Irish ass kickin’.” Smirking again he winked at them through his good eye, “Bye kiddies, it’s been fun, let’s do it again some time.”
“You know, when torturing a man, you should check to make sure his pissed off vampire girlfriend isn’t around!” snarled Liz as she advanced on the Bringers. “You should also take him at his word, because I will happily do all of the things he just described and in great detail… I wonder what Bringer tastes like, because I’m going to shove your remains so far up The First’s ass that it will be able to taste you from now until the end of eternity. That is if I don’t destroy it first.” The first one choked on his own blood as he looked down and saw the knife he never saw coming, sticking through his chest. Slumping to his knees he keeled over and stopped moving. The others spun around to face her, but she made quick work of them as well. Shooting one in the chest with her crossbow, she refitted the string as he kept coming, the others circling around her. Loosing another arrow it imbedded itself in the Bringer’s eye. She plunged a stake into another one’s back and snapped his neck. Pulling her sword from it’s resting place she sliced through two of them at once, their bodies sliding apart at the waist, mouths opened in silent cries. Snapping the last one’s neck, she rushed over to Doyle and broke the chains that held him with her sword. He slumped into her body and she caught him around the waist, feeling tears come to her eyes at the knowledge that he was once again in her arms.
“I knew you’d come get me love,” he croaked, all of his energy finally depleted. “And I’m sorry…”
“Shh… you have nothing to be sorry about,” scolded Liz gently. She felt him lift his hand to her face and cup her cheek gently, wiping away the fallen tears. She grabbed him to her fiercely, yet ever mindful about his wounds and choked back a sob as she felt him wrap his arms loosely around her body. “I’m so sorry Doyle, I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I did it to keep you safe, and because of me trying to protect you, you were still hurt.”
“It’s ok lass,” he soothed. “I’m all right now, we’re together and we have our friends to help us fight. Just promise me you won’t try and shoulder it all by your lonesome next time. We’re a team love, don’t shut me out. I love you always remember that. Now let’s go home, I’m sick of this place, the décor does nothin’ for me,” he started chuckling only to be cut off by harsh coughing.
“Doyle…”
“I’m ok, or at least I will be, now c’mon let’s go.”
Wrapping him up in his discarded shirt, she helped him limp out of the cavern. So intent on making it out and back to the hotel they never noticed ‘Buffy’ watching them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Where the hell is she?” exclaimed Maria. “She’s been gone for hours, hell it’s daylight outside.”
“Maria calm down, I’m sure she’s fine. She’ll be home soon, and she’ll have Doyle with her,” comforted Tess.
“I hope you’re right,” muttered Kyle as he held Cordelia.
“They’re back,” shouted Angel as he rushed to the door.
“Where? Is he crazy?” asked Max. “I don’t see them.”
“He senses them… remember enhanced vampire senses and brother sister vampiric connection,” sighed Buffy, rubbing her temples and silently thanking the Powers that Be or God, whoever was up there that they were ok.
They all looked back to the door as Angel helped a weary Liz carry in an even worse off Doyle. “What the hell happened?” exclaimed Michael.
“The bringers were torturing him,” growled Liz. “But then again that’s six less bringers we have to worry about in the end.”
“You took on six bringers by yourself?” asked a startled Kyle.
“Yeah, it was a hell of a fight too, but it was worth it. He’s safe,” she said nodding towards Doyle who was slowly making his way up the stairs. “I’m going to help him up and get him to bed. I’ll try and come back down and tell you guys what happened.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Alex. “You guys are safe, spend some time with each other. Take care of him Liz. You both need to heal.”
Liz nodded her thanks and began making her way up the stairs to catch up with Doyle. Once they were in the room Liz helped Doyle to the bathroom and stripped him down, as well as herself, placing them both in the spray of the shower. Taking a rag, she gently began cleaning his entire body, as the warm water beat down on them both. She washed over every crevice of his body, leaving healing warmth on aching muscles. Kissing him gently on the lips she smiled softly up at him, feeling her heart warm as he smiled slightly back down at her. Turning the water off she gently and methodically dried his body kissing him softly on every square inch of skin she could manage, grabbing a pair of boxers for him and an old shirt for her she led him back into the room. Laying his body out on the bed, she quickly snuggled in next to him. Doyle turned on his side to face her, groaning as muscles protested. He laid a finger on her lips at the protests he knew were about to come. “I’m alright love, just a little sore. I’ll be peachy with an extra side of keen as soon as I get some sleep. The most important thing to me is knowin’ you will be here when I wake up.” He looked earnestly into her eyes and saw the unshed tears and love in them. He saw the pain that was on her heart for abandoning him and getting him hurt. “Shh… it’s ok, you didn’t know. You have to let the guilt go.”
“I’ll be here Doyle, I love you and I’m never letting you go again,” sniffled Liz. They held each other close and let the tears flow out. Liz’s heartache was overwhelming but with it a sense of peace, knowing she was in the arms of her soulmate and he was safe. She gingerly laid her hand over his chest and began to heal him, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of all the marks yet because of how tired they both were, but she could ease the pain and take away what she could. Holding each other close they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
lyrics "Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence
CH. 12
Arguments over what to do about Doyle raged on, but Liz didn’t hear any of it. She had retreated within herself and slowly rose to her feet, silently she moved up the stairs and walked into her and Doyle’s room, never noticed by the others. Entering the room, she slipped on one of Doyle’s shirts and climbed into the bed, hugging his pillow to her chest she breathed in his scent and broke down again. Crying hysterically, she eventually passed into oblivion, curled up in the fetal position in the middle of the bed and dreaming of Doyle. Waking what seemed a few hours later she sat up groggily and looked around the room, seeing that she had the blankets around her, she realized that someone had obviously come in and covered her. She looked at the clock and realized it had been more than a few hours, it had been around twelve hours, it was the next night. How did I sleep that long? I’m wasting time! Shrugging off the covers, she stood unsteadily and moved to the bathroom where she splashed her face with cold water and took in her red, puffy eyes and haggard appearance. Sighing she sat on the toilet seat, and plopped her head down in her hands. What am I going to do? I have to get him back… I’ll do anything. If I sneak out, I can track him and save him. God, why did I say the things I did? I didn’t mean them; just give me a chance to redeem myself. I’ll never hurt him again, without him I can’t breathe… I feel like I’m dying, God anything!
“Anything?” asked a male voice with a saucy British accent.
Liz looked up and into cold, calculating blue eyes. “What are you doing here Spike?” she spat. Studying the figure before her she cocked her head to the side and took in his stance and the air about him. “No… you’re not Spike, and how did you know I said anything?” She asked accusingly, realization hit her, “What do you want?” she growled. “Come to gloat over how the mighty have fallen so easily? Well, here’s your chance, live it up. Oh I’m sorry, that’s right you’re not alive. You can’t even touch anything,” she sneered.
“Be careful little girl, you have no idea what I’m capable of… I may not be able to touch anything myself, but my power stretches over the earth. You can’t stop me; hell you can’t even bloody save your boy toy. Is this how you’re going to defeat me and my forces in the final battle?” He looked at her scornfully and shook his head disgustedly. “But you said anything, so how about this. You join me and your precious little Doyle will live. Deny me and well the ending won’t be pretty, you can have him back, but it will just be his body, and it will be in pieces.”
Liz choked back the wave of nausea she felt at the thought of Doyle being dead. Staring coldly back at ‘Spike’ she bit back. “If I’m so weak and pathetic then why do you want me?”
“I can change you, mold you to me, so that you don’t feel anything. You would be the perfect weapon, cold, calculating, and effective. If you don’t take my offer… well it doesn’t matter, the window is open and I have your boy… you will succumb to darkness and when you do I’ll be there. You are to be my champion, not the Powers that Be. They have no idea what true power is, if you come with me I can share it. Join me, and you will live forever with Doyle, deny me and well, as I said, it won’t be pretty... you know, the whole fire falling from the sky water to blood, frogs, the whole freakin’ shebang.”
“Sounds like it’s all that and a bag of chips, but I think you’re taking this whole evil, plunge the world into darkness thing to far, so I have an idea… why don’t you go fuck yourself and I’ll see you in hell?” asked Liz brightly.
‘Spike’ snarled at her. “Fine, you had your chance to do it the easy way, now the fun begins. If you find Doyle, you won’t even recognize him. You can try, be my guest. If you find him you’ll still have to fight through my people to get to him… you’ll never survive.”
“Try me,” growled Liz coldly. “You’re going to learn that you don’t fuck with me.” She walked towards and through ‘Spike’; turning back ‘he’ was gone. Now to find Doyle, she thought wearily. I won’t give him up. She moved to the stereo, waving her hand over it music began blasting out.
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
Moving around the room she began grabbing clothes and weapons. She slid into an old ragged pair of leather pants that conformed to her body and moved easily with her, pulling on a black wifebeater and her black steel-toed boots; she tapped down with her right foot and watched the small blade shoot out, grinning and tapping again the blade slid back in; black leather jacket comfortably in place with stakes lining the inside. She grabbed her crossbow and a sword, sliding the sword into the custom made lining at the back of her jacket. She slid her throwing knives into her boots and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
She walked back into the bathroom and grabbed her cross necklace off the counter, turning around she entered the bedroom once more. Leaving a note on the bedside table saying where she was she moved to the balcony. Staring out at the sleeping city she thought about what could happen. I could die, Doyle could be dead… no don’t think of that. I have to get back to help protect my family and friends. I’ll be damned before I serve the First; I’m no dark champion. I fight for the good guys and that’s it. I will find Doyle and I’ll save him, and then we will all defeat the First, she vowed.
(Wake me up) Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up) Wake me up inside
(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up) bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up) before I come undone
(Save me) save me from the nothing I’ve become
Staring out at the city she thought of all the innocents. The people who didn’t know of the supernatural war being waged everyday. They seem to have it easy, she mused. Never knowing what’s happening around them, ignorant to everything except what they want to know. She thought about it more, but I would never give up what I know, I’m a fighter and ignorance is dangerous. I wouldn’t want to be ignorant; ignorance gets you killed. Leaping over the balcony to land on the pavement below she heard the last few lines of the song; smirking to herself she moved out to hunt.
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Liz?” asked Alex hesitantly as he moved into her room; it had been his turn to check on her, the others had all been taking shifts since they realized she wasn’t in the lobby anymore. They had all originally freaked out until Angel came from checking upstairs and reported that Liz was asleep in her room. Looking around he noticed the doors to the balcony were open and other than the bathroom light, the room was plunged in darkness. “Liz?” he asked again. Moving over to the bed, he turned on the light at the table. Walking around the room, he saw that drawers were open and various items were thrown about, like someone had packed in a hurry. Looking closer he saw it was stakes, an arrow for what he assumed was a crossbow, and a knife was lying on the dresser. He glanced down and saw Liz’s clothes from earlier on the ground as well as one of what he guessed was Doyle’s old shirts. He felt sick as he looked at the room, realization swept over him as it registered what she must have done. Turning to go tell the others a piece of paper caught his eye, picking it up he scanned it quickly.
Hey guys,
I love all of you and I hopefully will be home soon. I intend to be home soon. I just have a little unfinished business to take care of after my little guest. By the way watch out for Spike, it’s probably not really Spike. I’ve gone to find Doyle as you have already guessed. The First is using him, as bait for me to become evil’s ‘dark champion, that’s so overrated… I’m good, well kind of. However I am not going to allow that to happen, I will save Doyle, and we will both be home before you know it. I’m actually hoping we’ll be back before you get this note, but since I know it probably won’t happen I’ve left it anyways. I love you all and if something goes wrong, then best case scenario I’ll be dead. Worst-case scenario, well Angel, Buffy, you guys know what you have to do.
Love, Liz
“Damn it,” hissed Alex has he sprinted out the door and back downstairs. Hollering on his way down he pulled everyone from their rooms and soon they were all assembled once more in the lobby. Handing the note to Angel, he panted. “Is it a prerequisite to becoming somebody like you guys to be a complete retard?” At everyone’s looks he waved at the note. “I mean honestly people, when someone is in trouble normal people ask for help, but not you, nooo… you have to make it difficult and go all Captain America, or in Liz’s case Wonder Woman. Let me clarify something for those of you who have dazed looks… Liz is gone, alone, to try and rescue Doyle. And it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she means by ‘worst case scenario’.” He looked at Angel, “If she turns she wants you and Buffy to kill her doesn’t she?”
At his comment shouting erupted around the room, comments flew everywhere from:
“You’re not going to kill Liz! You can’t!”
“Oh my God, what was she thinking? She can’t leave and fight them on her own!”
“I knew this would happen, I never should’ve agreed to this.”
Finally Angel fed up with all the shouting and arguing, tried to quiet them down. Unsuccessful he finally roared, “SHUT THE HELL UP! WE’RE NOT GETTING ANYTHING DONE THIS WAY!” When everyone looked at him startled he spoke calmly, “We have to trust in Liz to take care of herself, us running in and trying to help her will either get her or Doyle killed and probably some of you. She has to do this on her own, she wants to do this on her own.”
“So that’s it then?” asked a bewildered Tess. “We’re just going to let her go and possibly get herself killed? It’s suicide Angel, we can’t just leave her.”
“You think I want my sister out there, in danger, alone? I don’t like this anymore than you guys do, but we have no other choice. We just have to hope that she comes back in one piece and that she brings Doyle with her… I doubt she’d leave without Doyle anyways.”
“Yeah,” smirked Buffy, “you vampires are really possessive, protective, and all around pains in the ass when you want to be. If the First values sanity then it’ll let Doyle go before Liz even gets there. She’s a woman in love, nothing can stop her.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Liz crept along the passage, her back pressed up against the wall, listening intently for any sign of another presence. She had been scouring the catacombs at the edge of town for hours; all the information she had received had led her here. She knew the informants were reliable because she had beaten the shit out of them until they spoke up, and her confidants and spy friends, like Aidan, had confirmed the information. The First was making the catacombs the base of operations, which actually had turned out as a great idea, because Liz was lost. She had only her senses to guide her, specifically her sense of smell; she kept trying to sniff out Doyle. So far she hadn’t been able to get a whiff of him, but she kept up hope. Halting, she strained her ears… that’s it, that’s him! She tilted her head up and sniffed the air, it was Doyle, she could smell him and hear him. She smirked as she heard the hell he was putting on whoever was in there with him. Cautiously working her way around the corner and in the direction she sensed him; she began readying herself for whatever may lie before her.
Sliding around the last corner she choked back a sob and a gasp at the sight before her, then anger took over. Her eyes flashed yellow and her face changed, snarling she made her way into the room. There was Doyle, chained to the wall, no shirt and horrible red welts and cuts all over his chest, face, arms, almost any available piece of skin was beaten. She growled low in her throat and began making her way stealthily towards the bringers who had been exacting the punishment. They never even saw it coming; too preoccupied with ridiculing Doyle’s attempts to sway their belief that Liz would come and kick their asses. “She won’t join you ya know? She’s not some dark champion, she’s my lass and she’ll rip your throats out and cram them up your bosses ass.” Spitting out fresh blood from the hit he had just received, he smirked, wincing at the pain coursing through his system. “Too descriptive eh? Sorry boys, I didn’t know this was a PG gatherin’. Do you want to die; is that it? Because she can help you with that… she’s pretty good at it. You just asked for a world of pain to be delivered on your bodies by going along with this. It’ll be like kung fu with a side of good ol’ Irish ass kickin’.” Smirking again he winked at them through his good eye, “Bye kiddies, it’s been fun, let’s do it again some time.”
“You know, when torturing a man, you should check to make sure his pissed off vampire girlfriend isn’t around!” snarled Liz as she advanced on the Bringers. “You should also take him at his word, because I will happily do all of the things he just described and in great detail… I wonder what Bringer tastes like, because I’m going to shove your remains so far up The First’s ass that it will be able to taste you from now until the end of eternity. That is if I don’t destroy it first.” The first one choked on his own blood as he looked down and saw the knife he never saw coming, sticking through his chest. Slumping to his knees he keeled over and stopped moving. The others spun around to face her, but she made quick work of them as well. Shooting one in the chest with her crossbow, she refitted the string as he kept coming, the others circling around her. Loosing another arrow it imbedded itself in the Bringer’s eye. She plunged a stake into another one’s back and snapped his neck. Pulling her sword from it’s resting place she sliced through two of them at once, their bodies sliding apart at the waist, mouths opened in silent cries. Snapping the last one’s neck, she rushed over to Doyle and broke the chains that held him with her sword. He slumped into her body and she caught him around the waist, feeling tears come to her eyes at the knowledge that he was once again in her arms.
“I knew you’d come get me love,” he croaked, all of his energy finally depleted. “And I’m sorry…”
“Shh… you have nothing to be sorry about,” scolded Liz gently. She felt him lift his hand to her face and cup her cheek gently, wiping away the fallen tears. She grabbed him to her fiercely, yet ever mindful about his wounds and choked back a sob as she felt him wrap his arms loosely around her body. “I’m so sorry Doyle, I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I did it to keep you safe, and because of me trying to protect you, you were still hurt.”
“It’s ok lass,” he soothed. “I’m all right now, we’re together and we have our friends to help us fight. Just promise me you won’t try and shoulder it all by your lonesome next time. We’re a team love, don’t shut me out. I love you always remember that. Now let’s go home, I’m sick of this place, the décor does nothin’ for me,” he started chuckling only to be cut off by harsh coughing.
“Doyle…”
“I’m ok, or at least I will be, now c’mon let’s go.”
Wrapping him up in his discarded shirt, she helped him limp out of the cavern. So intent on making it out and back to the hotel they never noticed ‘Buffy’ watching them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Where the hell is she?” exclaimed Maria. “She’s been gone for hours, hell it’s daylight outside.”
“Maria calm down, I’m sure she’s fine. She’ll be home soon, and she’ll have Doyle with her,” comforted Tess.
“I hope you’re right,” muttered Kyle as he held Cordelia.
“They’re back,” shouted Angel as he rushed to the door.
“Where? Is he crazy?” asked Max. “I don’t see them.”
“He senses them… remember enhanced vampire senses and brother sister vampiric connection,” sighed Buffy, rubbing her temples and silently thanking the Powers that Be or God, whoever was up there that they were ok.
They all looked back to the door as Angel helped a weary Liz carry in an even worse off Doyle. “What the hell happened?” exclaimed Michael.
“The bringers were torturing him,” growled Liz. “But then again that’s six less bringers we have to worry about in the end.”
“You took on six bringers by yourself?” asked a startled Kyle.
“Yeah, it was a hell of a fight too, but it was worth it. He’s safe,” she said nodding towards Doyle who was slowly making his way up the stairs. “I’m going to help him up and get him to bed. I’ll try and come back down and tell you guys what happened.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Alex. “You guys are safe, spend some time with each other. Take care of him Liz. You both need to heal.”
Liz nodded her thanks and began making her way up the stairs to catch up with Doyle. Once they were in the room Liz helped Doyle to the bathroom and stripped him down, as well as herself, placing them both in the spray of the shower. Taking a rag, she gently began cleaning his entire body, as the warm water beat down on them both. She washed over every crevice of his body, leaving healing warmth on aching muscles. Kissing him gently on the lips she smiled softly up at him, feeling her heart warm as he smiled slightly back down at her. Turning the water off she gently and methodically dried his body kissing him softly on every square inch of skin she could manage, grabbing a pair of boxers for him and an old shirt for her she led him back into the room. Laying his body out on the bed, she quickly snuggled in next to him. Doyle turned on his side to face her, groaning as muscles protested. He laid a finger on her lips at the protests he knew were about to come. “I’m alright love, just a little sore. I’ll be peachy with an extra side of keen as soon as I get some sleep. The most important thing to me is knowin’ you will be here when I wake up.” He looked earnestly into her eyes and saw the unshed tears and love in them. He saw the pain that was on her heart for abandoning him and getting him hurt. “Shh… it’s ok, you didn’t know. You have to let the guilt go.”
“I’ll be here Doyle, I love you and I’m never letting you go again,” sniffled Liz. They held each other close and let the tears flow out. Liz’s heartache was overwhelming but with it a sense of peace, knowing she was in the arms of her soulmate and he was safe. She gingerly laid her hand over his chest and began to heal him, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of all the marks yet because of how tired they both were, but she could ease the pain and take away what she could. Holding each other close they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
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CH. 13
Rolling over a few hours later, Liz looked at the clock and saw that it was around 9:00 at night. After yawning widely she looked at the peaceful face of Doyle. Tracing his pale features with her hand she propped herself up on her arm and placed her other hand on his gently rising and falling chest. Drawing on the connection they shared she proceeded to heal the rest of his body, when she pulled back out she was startled to look into his smiling eyes. “Hey,” she said softly.
“Hey,” he replied, voice still roughened from sleep.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Tons, especially since I just felt you heal the rest of me.” Doyle looked down for a minute, tracing the pattern on their blanket. Looking back up his face had turned serious. “Liz, I meant what I said earlier, I love you and I will stand by you until my last breath. However I need you to let me in, don’t shut me out darlin’ I want to be their with you. I want to fight beside you, love you, hopefully if God’s willin’ be the father of your children someday,” he smiled softly at the thought. “You can’t run away from me when you think somethin’s too hard for me to handle.” Grabbing her hand in his he gently stroked the pad of his thumb over her palm. He waited for her to look at him or acknowledge what he had said. He was finally rewarded with Liz’s tiny voice.
“Doyle, I love you, and I want you beside me. I want to be the mother of your children someday. I want to grow old with you; I’ll fight for you, beside you until my last breath… But I don’t want you to be hurt because of me. I’m some freak and because of that my friends and loved ones get hurt. I couldn’t stand it if you got hurt or…” she choked up, “died because of me.”
“Liz, we’re soldiers. Some things are going to go wrong, we can’t always change them, but we have to live with what we’re given. I’m going to stand by you whether you want me to or not, love. It’s just up to you on how close we are.”
“I’m never letting you go,” vowed Liz… her fierce protective, possessive love shown through her eyes. “You’re mine,” she growled.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked. “Whoever said vampires aren’t possessive with their lovers was dead wrong… hmm… they may be dead,” he mused. “What?” he laughed as Liz swatted him in the shoulder, “I was just kiddin’… ok so not really.” He looked over at the clock and groaned, “We should probably go downstairs and check in with the others,” he sighed as he rolled over, pulling Liz with him. She now lay astride his chest, smiling down at him through her curtain of hair.
“Do we have to?” she pouted. “I wanted you to myself a little bit longer.”
“Yes, we have to… as much as I would love to stay here in this bed with you… we do have responsibilities and we need to tell our friends what is goin’ on.”
“Fine,” she huffed as she stood and stretched like a cat, moving to pull on an old pair of jeans and an old black t-shirt. Her hair hung down in a cascade of shining brown locks and her bare feet poked out from the bottom of her frayed jeans. She looked expectantly at Doyle who also pulled on an old pair of faded jeans and a plain black t-shirt he was barefoot as well.
Reaching the lobby the two lovers looked around and didn’t see anyone. Doyle moved over to the door to Angel’s office where a note lay.
Gone for pizza and beer, be back soon.
Love, everybody
“Well it looks as if we have the hotel to ourselves for a little while…” mused Doyle. He moved over to the stereo and slid a c.d. in. Hitting play he turned back to Liz as the opening chords played from a guitar. “Dance with me love,” he requested.
Liz walked over to him as the music picked up slightly and wrapped one arm around his neck and placed the other in his hand. She laid her head against his chest, listening to the thump, thump, thump of his heart, as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. Swaying softly to the music, no words were spoken; they just let the song speak for them.
I won’t talk I won’t breathe
I won’t move till you finally see
That you belong with me
You might think I don’t look
But deep inside in the corner of my mind
I’m attached to you, I’m weak it’s true
Cuz I’m afraid to know the answer
Do you want me too?
Cuz my heart keeps falling faster
Looking up at Doyle, Liz leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips. Breaking the kiss she snuggled further into his chest, and murmured, “I love you.” She felt the rumble of his chest as he murmured an ‘I love you too,’ she also felt him place a soft kiss in her hair.
I've waited all my life
To cross this line
To the only thing that’s true
So I will not hide, It’s time to try
Anything to be with you
All my life I've waited, this is true
You don’t know what you do
Every time you walk into the room
I’m afraid to move
They were so involved with each other that they never noticed the entrance of the others. Angel, Buffy and the others all entered silently, standing right inside the doors, at the top of the three stairs leading off the platform into the lobby. They stared in awe at the softly, silently, swaying couple. Different thoughts ran through each mind, but they all seemed to agree on something, there was a different air around Doyle and Liz now. They seemed at peace considering everything that was going on. It was natural how they were now, like two sides of the same coin, or the pieces of a puzzle. They were bare, stripped, for all to see but they didn’t shy away from it, it’s like they were finally comfortable in their own skin. This was Liz and Doyle downright, nothing to hide, raw, and everyone was stunned.
I've waited all my life to cross this line
To the only thing that’s true
So I will not hide
It’s time to try anything to be with you
All my life I've waited
This is true
The song ended as they stood there, and Liz looked up at Doyle. They shared a kiss and tangled their arms around each other, it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. They were all humbled at the love, passion, devotion that shown through, even Max. Angel cleared his throat softly to alert the two that they were no longer alone. They watched as Liz and Doyle pulled slightly away from each other and Liz rested her head against his chest and smiled at them all. Doyle rested his chin on her head and grinned lazily.
“You two seem to be doing better than the last time we saw you,” smirked Kyle.
“Great powers of observation Obi Wan…” snickered Liz.
“Ewan McGregor or Alec Guiness?” asked Kyle seriously.
“Definitely a Ewan McGregor…” giggled Tess. “You’ve got the funny hair for it.”
“Hey, I do not have funny hair, that’s Guerin’s job!” he protested.
Liz and Doyle’s stomach’s growling interrupted the bickering. Everyone turned to them, varying degrees of amusement flitting across each face. “Are you hungry?” asked Angel, raising an eyebrow at the two.
“Starved, hand over the pizza and beer,” exclaimed Liz as she rushed her brother.
“No, no… wait… Beth… stop it… Beth, leave my hair alone… Beth that’s not funny… heh… Beth that tickles! Stop it, stop it! Heh… ha… stop it…” Angel finally broke away from Liz and threw one of the boxes of pizza at her and a case of beer at Doyle. Catching both items the two dropped to the ground where they stood and began chowing down.
”I didn’t realize I was so hungry,” muttered Liz around a mouthful of food.
“Me either,” mumbled Doyle, chugging down some of his beer to cool the burning sensation in his mouth. He let out a large burp and went back to eating.
Watching in shock the others stood around dazed. “That’s disgusting,” exclaimed Maria, wrinkling her nose at the sight before her.
“Carnivores,” snickered Kyle.
“And damn proud of it,” glared Liz. “Ooh, ooh, I know what we should do!”
At the gleam in her eye, Cordelia began immediately protesting. “No Liz, no we’re not doing that. You know as well as I do what Kyle and these two retards will probably cook up to sing! I refuse to sit and participate. Besides you don’t want to subject Buffy and the others to that kind of torture do you?”
“Cordelia, it’s fun, besides we could all use a little stress relief right about now. It’ll be good to relax and act like we’re normal for once. Besides we have enough that we can draw from a hat, instead of randomly picking.”
“Yeah Cordelia, normal…” snickered Kyle as he began to plan his escapade into musician land.
“Oh good Lord, save us please. I swear on my credit and checking account that I will never do another bad thing,” she paused and picked at her lip in thought, ”like tamper with Liz and Angel’s coffee… if you let me live through this unhurt.” She looked up to see the two vampires glaring at her. “Oops.”
“That’s you?” growled Liz. “You dare tamper with mine and Angel’s caffeine intake? That’s sacrilegious… that’s blasphemous… that’s just dirty!”
“Hey, have you seen yourselves on a coffee high and a blood high when you two drink? It’s disturbing… you two act like five year olds high on pixie sticks rather than the two bad asses you’re supposed to be,” justified Cordelia. She glared at Doyle who was over at the side laughing. “You could help me out some you know?”
“Oh no, this is more fun… besides, you know better than to mess with their coffee… makes ‘em all jittery and grouchy.”
“So moving on… what is this game or whatever you’re talking about?” asked Isabel curiously.
Liz looked at her eyes alight with mischief; she began bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes. “It’s a lot of fun,” she said. “What you do is draw a song out of a hat… it will either be a new one, an oldie or your choice. When you get it, you have to sing it. You can do whatever you want to make it interesting, anything you can think of. We can do teams or free for all!”
“Ooh let’s do girls vs. guys,” exclaimed Tess, getting in the mood from Liz’s enthusiasm.
“That’s a great idea,” said Buffy, looking haughtily at the guys who had varying degrees of uneasiness displayed across their faces, except of course for Kyle… and Alex looked interested as well.
“All right lads we must confer,” stated Doyle, rising from his spot next to Liz. He herded the other guys into a corner and they began whispering amongst themselves. Liz moved to usher all the girls into the office to grab the hat and talk to them about the plans for the game. Before they closed the door they heard a cry of protest come from the guys huddle. Giggling they realized it was Michael, of course.
“So what’s going to happen?” asked Maria, leaning against Angel’s desk, arms folded across her chest as she looked at Liz who scurried around the room, grabbing random pieces of paper. She heard her mutter something about overprotective big brothers and began giggling. “What’s wrong?”
Liz looked up startled, not realizing she had been talking out loud. “Oh nothing, Angel just hid all the ‘provocative’ songs, I guess to make sure I didn’t do them… but he underestimates his little sister,” she exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Why do I not like the sound of this,” moaned Cordelia, clutching her head in her hands and shaking it back and forth.
“Oh get over it you big baby, this is going to be fun and you will enjoy yourself… especially if Kyle does what I think he will do.” Turning to the others she smirked, “Ok, so you draw the song, and you figure out what you’re going to do… since we’re on teams, you can call in any other member you want, to do the song with you. Hell you can call up all of us if you want to. Plus with mine, Tess and Isabel’s powers, we can have costumes.”
“Costumes?” asked Buffy hesitantly.
“Oh, yeah, it’s not a big deal… Kyle and I use our powers all the time when we do this stuff.”
“Ok,” said Isabel and Maria brightly… getting into the groove. They turned and looked out the window, seeing the guys standing about waiting on them. “Shall we?” asked Isabel.
“Let’s go,” grinned Liz. Exiting the office she took in the guys before her, and the curtain they had set up as their stage area. Kyle, Angel, Doyle and Alex all looked into the game… Max and Michael still looked wary. “You boys ready?” she smirked. At the gleam in Doyle’s eyes she gulped and then purred, “You guys are going down.”
“We’ll see love, we’ll see. Team rules?” he asked casually.
“Yep, team rules. Kyle you going first?”
“Of course,” he smirked as he grabbed a paper out of the hat. Turning he walked behind the curtain and called out that he was almost ready. Sitting on the floor, the others all pulled up the pizza boxes and beer and began chowing down, relaxing and waiting on Kyle. Silence settled over them as the opening beat to Kyle’s song started, laughter and cheers erupted as he came sliding out from behind the curtain Tom Cruise style in nothing but tighty whitey boxers, a button down shirt, and socks.
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock n' roll
Still like old time rock n' roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock n' roll
The girls erupted in cheers and were hollering like crazy for Kyle as he spun and finished his song. Grinning he ran his hand back over his body, transforming his costume back into his regular outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. Slumping to the floor he smiled lazily at the others, “So who’s next?”
“I think Buffy should go,” smirked Liz as she held out the hat. “Go on, take a piece of paper.”
Buffy reluctantly grabbed a paper out of the hat and looked down at it. Groaning she turned to Liz, “I don’t really have to do this do I?” She showed the song to Liz and glared at her as she started cracking up. “You’re not helping…”
“I’m sorry… I’m just imagining certain reactions,” she looked over at Angel out of the corner of her eye. He gulped and pretended to not be watching them, turning he listened back in to his conversation with Doyle. “It’ll be fine, c’mon I’ll change your outfit for you.” Smirking she led Buffy behind the curtain, waving her hand over Buffy’s body she transformed her regular jeans and t-shirt into black leather chaps with silver flames running up and down them, she was wearing black boots and black boy shorts under the chaps, her shirt was changed into a black fishnet shirt off one shoulder with a silver bikini top underneath. Liz made her hair messily stylish and her makeup darker. Stepping back she looked over her, “Damn I outdid myself, my brother is going to flip when he sees you singing this song. You going to do dance moves?”
“I don’t know,” replied Buffy hesitantly. “Are you sure I look okay? I don’t look to trashy do I?”
“Buffy you look as trashy as she did when she made this video, but that’s the point,” she reassured the older girl. “It’s all about playing dress up and having fun… we’re all here to have fun and I’ll probably end up just like you are now or worse when my turn comes. Just go out there and go with the flow, don’t worry about anything or anyone else.”
“Ok, I can do this, I am the Slayer after all damn it.”
“That’s what I like to hear! If you can kill big uglies and other bumps in the night then you can handle this.” Liz walked around the curtain and back to her seat, grinning at the guys and winking at the girls. Sitting down she looked up as the music started, snapping her fingers, the lights went out and a spot light illuminated the area in front of the curtain.
Dirrty, Filthy, Nasty
Too dirrty to clean my act up
If you ain’t dirrty... you ain’t here to party!
Liz whistled as Buffy appeared in front of the curtain moving her body lithely after every line. Turning she faced the room and began singing along.
Ooh, I’m overdue
Gimme some room, I’m comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls gonna shake the room
Dj’s spinnin (show your hands)
And let’s get dirrty (that’s my jam)
I need that ... to get me off
Sweatin’ till my clothes come off
Spinning around she dropped to her knees and split her legs open like in the video, sliding her hands up her body she rose back to her feet. Grinning saucily she grabbed Angel from his spot and dragged him up with her. Turning so her back was to his front she began grinding into him. Smirking to herself as he got into it, she felt a shiver go through her at the familiar feel of his hands running along her body.
Tight hip huggers (low fo’ sho’)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that ... to get me off
Sweatin’ till my clothes come off
Rowdy, Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry, Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’ gettin’ just a little naughty
Wanna get dirty, It’s about time for my arrival
The song finished as Buffy was pushing Angel back into his seat, running her finger up and down his chest she turned and sauntered away finishing back in front of the curtain. At the final beat of the song she turned her face back to her friends, licked her thumb and tossed her head, “What?”
Cheers erupted from the girls as Liz changed Buffy’s clothes back. The guys sat around a dumbfounded Angel, all slapping him on the back and Doyle grinning like an idiot at his stupefied friend. “I believe it’s my turn,” he said, reaching into the hat. “Heh,” was all he said as he read the paper. “Kyle you want to come do your voodoo?” he asked wiggling his fingers. “Oh, by the way, I’ll need you and Alex to do this with me. You’re the only two who I know that won’t care about how ridiculous we’re about to look.” He showed them the paper and they started cracking up.
“Dude, you think we can pull this off?” asked Kyle as they made their way behind the curtain.
“I don’t know,” replied Doyle as his voice faded.
“This should be interesting,” muttered Alex.
Doyle walked back around the curtain a few minutes later and Liz began whistling and cheering as soon as she saw him. He was dressed in black leather pants with black boots; he had a white undershirt on with a black button down shirt open over the top. Alex came next; he had on black leather shorts that hung down to his calves, white tennis shoes, a black leather hat cocked to the side, and the same shirts as Doyle, only with a black leather jacket over his shirts. Kyle was last; he had on camouflage; camouflage shorts like Alex’s and a jacket, with a black shirt on under the open jacket, and black tennis shoes adorned his feet. Everybody started cracking up and cheering as Doyle started.
Peace up!
A Town Down!
Kyle moved forward, over dramatizing his movements and acting crazier than usual. Dropping his voice into a low, scratchy tone, he mimicked the next line perfectly.
Yeah, Ok! Lil' Jon!
The girls got up and began dancing with each other as the song continued, cracking up as they also watched the guys do their song. Kyle running around acting like a Muppet on crack, and Alex acting his complete opposite, he was smooth and moving great. Liz watched captivated as Doyle moved smoothly over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, grinding into each other, he brought her body up right next to his, no room for even a piece of paper between them. As they danced he sang the next verse and chorus.
Because I don't know if I take that chance just where it's gonna lead,
But what I do know is the way she dance makes shorty alright with me.
The way she (get low!), I'm like yeah, just work that out for me.
She asked for one more dance and I'm,
Like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave?
And I said
Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down low and said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl used to be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming:
Rocking their bodies together Doyle continued singing the song until it came to Alex’s part. Gazing into Liz’s eyes he vaguely heard Alex begin and Isabel’s startled squeal of excitement as he came over to her.
Watch out!
My outfit's ridiculous, In the club lookin' so conspicuous.
And Rowl! These women all on the prowl, if you hold the head steady I'm a milk the cow.
Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth, I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they clothes, then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the jag and I took the roles, if they aint cutting then I put em on foot patrol.
How you like me now, when my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand,
Lets drank you the one to please, Ludacris fill cups like double d's.
Me and Ursh once more and we leave em dead, we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed to say
As the song finished Liz leaned into Doyle and kissed him passionately on the lips. Looking around the room, she noticed that everyone else had paired off during the song, even Max and Tess. Whispering in his ear promises for later, she pulled away and announced it was Max and Michael’s turn. Handing them the hat they groaned as they saw the song, but they diligently walked around to the curtain and changed. Walking out a few minutes later Maria and Tess started hooting and hollering.
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Michael spun around doing a weird kind of break dance/hoedown thing raising his embarrassment level to a new high as he attempted to sing the song. Max began flushing as he sang the next part.
Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back
Beet red with embarrassment the two guys jumped in the air and high fived each other before ending the song.
So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
The room erupted in applause as Max and Michael stumble back to their seats, Liz walked over to her brother smirking and handed him the hat. He glared at her as she placed his hand inside. “Pick a piece of paper Liam,” she smiled sweetly, but the underlying steel in her tone made the others smirk.
“Don’t patronize me Beth,” he growled softly but reached in nonetheless.
“You know, you’re a lot less broody now a days than when you were in Sunnydale,” mused Buffy.
“An eighteen year old sister will do that to you,” grumbled Angel.
“What?” Liz turned and glanced at him sharply. “Are you bitching about your poor innocent little sister who does nothing but put up with your punk ass?”
“I would never do something like that,” smirked Angel. “Besides I think it’s the other way around.”
“Oh no, you’re both wrong… I have to constantly keep all three of you delinquents out of trouble. And it costs precious time on my social life,” grumbled Cordelia.
“Oy, how did I get dragged into sibling fight round one hundred?” asked Doyle, eyebrows arched in astonishment. “And what social life?” he smirked.
“So how about Angel goes and sings his song and we move on?” asked Maria brightly.
“Fine,” he grumbled as he walked to the curtain. “I’m not changing clothes or anything else, I’m just going to sing the damn song.”
“Who’s being a spoiled sport?” asked Kyle in a baby voice. “Who’s the big grumpy, namby pamby vampire?”
“Shut up Kyle, and you’ve been talking to Spike to much,” he growled. He looked to the others and began muttering out the lyrics.
“What? I didn’t catch that, could you speak up some?” smirked Liz.
“I said,” he snarled.
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with a brand new mission
“That’s better,” smiled Liz, sitting back in contentment as she watched her brother sing along with Vanilla Ice.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Hoots and hollers were coming from both sexes but none more so than Kyle, Alex, Michael, and Doyle; Max still wasn’t comfortable around this new group. “Get on with your bad self,” shouted Doyle. “Ice, Ice Baby indeed. Ah, now don’t be that way Angelkins, go with the flow,” he smirked. Angel shot him the finger and kept singing.
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
“C’mon just a few more lines and this ‘torture’ will be over,” smirked Cordelia. She was thoroughly enjoying watching her boss and the broodiest person, guy, vampire… whatever; suffer through singing “Ice, Ice Baby”. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed as Angel finally got into the song and began break dancing. “Is that natural?” she whispered to Liz.
“I don’t think so, I’ve never seen him do anything like that.”
“He’s really good,” smirked Buffy. “Really… really good.” The others all looked at her as she kept her gaze on Angel and licked her lips.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Yo man - Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!
He stalked back to his seat, grumbling the entire time. “I hope you all enjoyed that, because you will never see it again,” he declared. Turning to Liz he smirked, “Your turn sister dear.”
“No big, unlike you Liam, I do not have a problem with this game. I don’t go all end of the world psychotic when it is mentioned, by the way nice break dancing.” She darted out of the way before he could tackle her, snickering the entire time. Walking over to the hat she reached in and pulled out a piece of paper. Smirking down at it, she read off it was her choice. Looking to Maria, Tess and Isabel she communicated her thoughts with her eyes.
“You’re so bad, Liz,” smirked Maria, knowing what she had in mind.
“Do I want to know?” asked Michael.
“You’re about to find out,” smirked Tess.
“This should be good,” grinned Buffy as she and Cordelia moved to go sit with the guys.
Liz and the other girls walked around to the back of the curtain where Liz ran her hand over her body, transforming her clothes instantly to black, knee high fishnets, black heels, a purple corset top with fringe on the bottom and black boy shorts. Her makeup was heavy and sensual and she had black gloves on that reached her elbows. Her hair was left down with purple highlights streaking through. Her outfit brought out the bronze creaminess of her skin and she smirked to herself, knowing Doyle would flip.
Looking over to Isabel she saw the tall blonde had changed herself into a red bra and boy shorts set with matching red knee high leather boots. She also had on heavy makeup and a huge diamond necklace adorned her neck. Alex’s jaw was going to hit the floor, Isabel looked great in red and her skin was flawless, her long legs were amazing encased in the leather. Her hair was pulled back from her face in a curled half ponytail, with red streaks running through individual curls.
Tess was in a similar outfit as Liz except her’s was deep blue and black. The blue corset was ribbed with black and she black fringe hanging from the top where her chest stood out. She had on black heels that laced up to her knees and her makeup was the same as Liz and Isabel’s only her lips were made poutier and fuller than they already were. Her hair was styled messily and had blue streaks running through it.
Maria was encased in pink and black from head to toe. Her hair, which was streaked with hot pink, was pulled up in a messy bun that left strands hanging everywhere. She had on a pink corset with black ribbing and sheer black material over the pink; she had thin pink lacy straps off her shoulders on the top of her corset. Her black boy shorts stood out and she had a sheer black top open over the corset. Her black heels laced up with pink laces.
Liz looked everyone over and nodded in approval. She doused the lights in the lobby until there was only a spotlight on the curtain. Parting it slightly with her powers Isabel stepped through, beginning the song.
Where’s all mah soul sistas
Lemme hear ya’ll flow sistas
Hearing Alex suck in a breath she smiled to herself and moved aside for Tess to come out. Her voice carried out before making her appearance.
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
The curtain parted showing Tess had her back to everyone. Softly tapping her foot against the floor as she sang, her body slowly moved up and down sensually to the beat of the song.
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh
The other two joined hers and Isabel’s voices even though they weren’t yet on stage.
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Tess moved to stand next to Isabel as they began singing again, moving to the front once more.
What What, What what
ooh oh
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
They both moved to either side of the curtain as Maria’s sultry voice carried out and over the room.
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak, yeah
They all came back in on the chorus once more as Isabel began moving forward for her part, hearing Liz preparing to come in as well she grinned and began swaying her hips seductively.
yea yea uh
He come through with the money in the garter belts
I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin‘, why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree? Well that's you and I’m sorry
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
wearing high heel shoes, getting love from the dudes
4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
by the case the meaning of expensive taste
if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time C’mon now
As the music swelled the curtain parted once more and Liz came strutting out, peeling off her gloves as she did so and waving them around. Her sexy voice purred over the room, turning Doyle on even more than when he had first seen her.
Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...
hey Hey Hey!
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more
Maria stepped forward again, to the cheers from Michael, smiling seductively at him she sang.
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
Tess grinned at Max as she sang her part, smirking at the shocked look on his face.
Sleepin' the grey flannel life
Liz swayed her hips slowly as she walked over to Doyle, every step measured and with the purpose of making him as hot as she could. Reaching him she bent over, purring out her lines.
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more
Turning away from him she walked back to the others, finishing the song they all slid into their poses. Maria on her knees, with her hands clasped between spread legs; Isabel standing over her with one leg out and her hand up in the air. Tess and Liz were leaning into each other, arms wrapped around each other. Skin touching, but not really touching, the appearance of more than what there was.
Cheers erupted from everyone. Buffy and Cordelia rushed over to congratulate the girls and the guys were all sitting in shock, except for Doyle. He jumped to his feet, stormed over and grabbed Liz around the waist. Hoisting her over his shoulder he took the stairs two at a time to the second floor. Stunned the others stared after them until they heard the door slam shut.
“Well two guesses as to what they’re doing,” snickered Kyle as he came up and wrapped his arms around Cordelia.
lyrics "True" by Ryan Cabrera,
"Old Time Rock n Roll" by Bob Seger,
"Dirrty" by Christina Aguilera,
"Yeah" by Usher, Ludacris and Lil Jon,
"Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix a Lot,
"Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice, and
"Lady Marmalade" by Christina Aguilera, Lil Kim, Mya, and Pink...
Rolling over a few hours later, Liz looked at the clock and saw that it was around 9:00 at night. After yawning widely she looked at the peaceful face of Doyle. Tracing his pale features with her hand she propped herself up on her arm and placed her other hand on his gently rising and falling chest. Drawing on the connection they shared she proceeded to heal the rest of his body, when she pulled back out she was startled to look into his smiling eyes. “Hey,” she said softly.
“Hey,” he replied, voice still roughened from sleep.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Tons, especially since I just felt you heal the rest of me.” Doyle looked down for a minute, tracing the pattern on their blanket. Looking back up his face had turned serious. “Liz, I meant what I said earlier, I love you and I will stand by you until my last breath. However I need you to let me in, don’t shut me out darlin’ I want to be their with you. I want to fight beside you, love you, hopefully if God’s willin’ be the father of your children someday,” he smiled softly at the thought. “You can’t run away from me when you think somethin’s too hard for me to handle.” Grabbing her hand in his he gently stroked the pad of his thumb over her palm. He waited for her to look at him or acknowledge what he had said. He was finally rewarded with Liz’s tiny voice.
“Doyle, I love you, and I want you beside me. I want to be the mother of your children someday. I want to grow old with you; I’ll fight for you, beside you until my last breath… But I don’t want you to be hurt because of me. I’m some freak and because of that my friends and loved ones get hurt. I couldn’t stand it if you got hurt or…” she choked up, “died because of me.”
“Liz, we’re soldiers. Some things are going to go wrong, we can’t always change them, but we have to live with what we’re given. I’m going to stand by you whether you want me to or not, love. It’s just up to you on how close we are.”
“I’m never letting you go,” vowed Liz… her fierce protective, possessive love shown through her eyes. “You’re mine,” she growled.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked. “Whoever said vampires aren’t possessive with their lovers was dead wrong… hmm… they may be dead,” he mused. “What?” he laughed as Liz swatted him in the shoulder, “I was just kiddin’… ok so not really.” He looked over at the clock and groaned, “We should probably go downstairs and check in with the others,” he sighed as he rolled over, pulling Liz with him. She now lay astride his chest, smiling down at him through her curtain of hair.
“Do we have to?” she pouted. “I wanted you to myself a little bit longer.”
“Yes, we have to… as much as I would love to stay here in this bed with you… we do have responsibilities and we need to tell our friends what is goin’ on.”
“Fine,” she huffed as she stood and stretched like a cat, moving to pull on an old pair of jeans and an old black t-shirt. Her hair hung down in a cascade of shining brown locks and her bare feet poked out from the bottom of her frayed jeans. She looked expectantly at Doyle who also pulled on an old pair of faded jeans and a plain black t-shirt he was barefoot as well.
Reaching the lobby the two lovers looked around and didn’t see anyone. Doyle moved over to the door to Angel’s office where a note lay.
Gone for pizza and beer, be back soon.
Love, everybody
“Well it looks as if we have the hotel to ourselves for a little while…” mused Doyle. He moved over to the stereo and slid a c.d. in. Hitting play he turned back to Liz as the opening chords played from a guitar. “Dance with me love,” he requested.
Liz walked over to him as the music picked up slightly and wrapped one arm around his neck and placed the other in his hand. She laid her head against his chest, listening to the thump, thump, thump of his heart, as he wrapped his other arm around her waist. Swaying softly to the music, no words were spoken; they just let the song speak for them.
I won’t talk I won’t breathe
I won’t move till you finally see
That you belong with me
You might think I don’t look
But deep inside in the corner of my mind
I’m attached to you, I’m weak it’s true
Cuz I’m afraid to know the answer
Do you want me too?
Cuz my heart keeps falling faster
Looking up at Doyle, Liz leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips. Breaking the kiss she snuggled further into his chest, and murmured, “I love you.” She felt the rumble of his chest as he murmured an ‘I love you too,’ she also felt him place a soft kiss in her hair.
I've waited all my life
To cross this line
To the only thing that’s true
So I will not hide, It’s time to try
Anything to be with you
All my life I've waited, this is true
You don’t know what you do
Every time you walk into the room
I’m afraid to move
They were so involved with each other that they never noticed the entrance of the others. Angel, Buffy and the others all entered silently, standing right inside the doors, at the top of the three stairs leading off the platform into the lobby. They stared in awe at the softly, silently, swaying couple. Different thoughts ran through each mind, but they all seemed to agree on something, there was a different air around Doyle and Liz now. They seemed at peace considering everything that was going on. It was natural how they were now, like two sides of the same coin, or the pieces of a puzzle. They were bare, stripped, for all to see but they didn’t shy away from it, it’s like they were finally comfortable in their own skin. This was Liz and Doyle downright, nothing to hide, raw, and everyone was stunned.
I've waited all my life to cross this line
To the only thing that’s true
So I will not hide
It’s time to try anything to be with you
All my life I've waited
This is true
The song ended as they stood there, and Liz looked up at Doyle. They shared a kiss and tangled their arms around each other, it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. They were all humbled at the love, passion, devotion that shown through, even Max. Angel cleared his throat softly to alert the two that they were no longer alone. They watched as Liz and Doyle pulled slightly away from each other and Liz rested her head against his chest and smiled at them all. Doyle rested his chin on her head and grinned lazily.
“You two seem to be doing better than the last time we saw you,” smirked Kyle.
“Great powers of observation Obi Wan…” snickered Liz.
“Ewan McGregor or Alec Guiness?” asked Kyle seriously.
“Definitely a Ewan McGregor…” giggled Tess. “You’ve got the funny hair for it.”
“Hey, I do not have funny hair, that’s Guerin’s job!” he protested.
Liz and Doyle’s stomach’s growling interrupted the bickering. Everyone turned to them, varying degrees of amusement flitting across each face. “Are you hungry?” asked Angel, raising an eyebrow at the two.
“Starved, hand over the pizza and beer,” exclaimed Liz as she rushed her brother.
“No, no… wait… Beth… stop it… Beth, leave my hair alone… Beth that’s not funny… heh… Beth that tickles! Stop it, stop it! Heh… ha… stop it…” Angel finally broke away from Liz and threw one of the boxes of pizza at her and a case of beer at Doyle. Catching both items the two dropped to the ground where they stood and began chowing down.
”I didn’t realize I was so hungry,” muttered Liz around a mouthful of food.
“Me either,” mumbled Doyle, chugging down some of his beer to cool the burning sensation in his mouth. He let out a large burp and went back to eating.
Watching in shock the others stood around dazed. “That’s disgusting,” exclaimed Maria, wrinkling her nose at the sight before her.
“Carnivores,” snickered Kyle.
“And damn proud of it,” glared Liz. “Ooh, ooh, I know what we should do!”
At the gleam in her eye, Cordelia began immediately protesting. “No Liz, no we’re not doing that. You know as well as I do what Kyle and these two retards will probably cook up to sing! I refuse to sit and participate. Besides you don’t want to subject Buffy and the others to that kind of torture do you?”
“Cordelia, it’s fun, besides we could all use a little stress relief right about now. It’ll be good to relax and act like we’re normal for once. Besides we have enough that we can draw from a hat, instead of randomly picking.”
“Yeah Cordelia, normal…” snickered Kyle as he began to plan his escapade into musician land.
“Oh good Lord, save us please. I swear on my credit and checking account that I will never do another bad thing,” she paused and picked at her lip in thought, ”like tamper with Liz and Angel’s coffee… if you let me live through this unhurt.” She looked up to see the two vampires glaring at her. “Oops.”
“That’s you?” growled Liz. “You dare tamper with mine and Angel’s caffeine intake? That’s sacrilegious… that’s blasphemous… that’s just dirty!”
“Hey, have you seen yourselves on a coffee high and a blood high when you two drink? It’s disturbing… you two act like five year olds high on pixie sticks rather than the two bad asses you’re supposed to be,” justified Cordelia. She glared at Doyle who was over at the side laughing. “You could help me out some you know?”
“Oh no, this is more fun… besides, you know better than to mess with their coffee… makes ‘em all jittery and grouchy.”
“So moving on… what is this game or whatever you’re talking about?” asked Isabel curiously.
Liz looked at her eyes alight with mischief; she began bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes. “It’s a lot of fun,” she said. “What you do is draw a song out of a hat… it will either be a new one, an oldie or your choice. When you get it, you have to sing it. You can do whatever you want to make it interesting, anything you can think of. We can do teams or free for all!”
“Ooh let’s do girls vs. guys,” exclaimed Tess, getting in the mood from Liz’s enthusiasm.
“That’s a great idea,” said Buffy, looking haughtily at the guys who had varying degrees of uneasiness displayed across their faces, except of course for Kyle… and Alex looked interested as well.
“All right lads we must confer,” stated Doyle, rising from his spot next to Liz. He herded the other guys into a corner and they began whispering amongst themselves. Liz moved to usher all the girls into the office to grab the hat and talk to them about the plans for the game. Before they closed the door they heard a cry of protest come from the guys huddle. Giggling they realized it was Michael, of course.
“So what’s going to happen?” asked Maria, leaning against Angel’s desk, arms folded across her chest as she looked at Liz who scurried around the room, grabbing random pieces of paper. She heard her mutter something about overprotective big brothers and began giggling. “What’s wrong?”
Liz looked up startled, not realizing she had been talking out loud. “Oh nothing, Angel just hid all the ‘provocative’ songs, I guess to make sure I didn’t do them… but he underestimates his little sister,” she exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Why do I not like the sound of this,” moaned Cordelia, clutching her head in her hands and shaking it back and forth.
“Oh get over it you big baby, this is going to be fun and you will enjoy yourself… especially if Kyle does what I think he will do.” Turning to the others she smirked, “Ok, so you draw the song, and you figure out what you’re going to do… since we’re on teams, you can call in any other member you want, to do the song with you. Hell you can call up all of us if you want to. Plus with mine, Tess and Isabel’s powers, we can have costumes.”
“Costumes?” asked Buffy hesitantly.
“Oh, yeah, it’s not a big deal… Kyle and I use our powers all the time when we do this stuff.”
“Ok,” said Isabel and Maria brightly… getting into the groove. They turned and looked out the window, seeing the guys standing about waiting on them. “Shall we?” asked Isabel.
“Let’s go,” grinned Liz. Exiting the office she took in the guys before her, and the curtain they had set up as their stage area. Kyle, Angel, Doyle and Alex all looked into the game… Max and Michael still looked wary. “You boys ready?” she smirked. At the gleam in Doyle’s eyes she gulped and then purred, “You guys are going down.”
“We’ll see love, we’ll see. Team rules?” he asked casually.
“Yep, team rules. Kyle you going first?”
“Of course,” he smirked as he grabbed a paper out of the hat. Turning he walked behind the curtain and called out that he was almost ready. Sitting on the floor, the others all pulled up the pizza boxes and beer and began chowing down, relaxing and waiting on Kyle. Silence settled over them as the opening beat to Kyle’s song started, laughter and cheers erupted as he came sliding out from behind the curtain Tom Cruise style in nothing but tighty whitey boxers, a button down shirt, and socks.
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock n' roll
Still like old time rock n' roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock n' roll
The girls erupted in cheers and were hollering like crazy for Kyle as he spun and finished his song. Grinning he ran his hand back over his body, transforming his costume back into his regular outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. Slumping to the floor he smiled lazily at the others, “So who’s next?”
“I think Buffy should go,” smirked Liz as she held out the hat. “Go on, take a piece of paper.”
Buffy reluctantly grabbed a paper out of the hat and looked down at it. Groaning she turned to Liz, “I don’t really have to do this do I?” She showed the song to Liz and glared at her as she started cracking up. “You’re not helping…”
“I’m sorry… I’m just imagining certain reactions,” she looked over at Angel out of the corner of her eye. He gulped and pretended to not be watching them, turning he listened back in to his conversation with Doyle. “It’ll be fine, c’mon I’ll change your outfit for you.” Smirking she led Buffy behind the curtain, waving her hand over Buffy’s body she transformed her regular jeans and t-shirt into black leather chaps with silver flames running up and down them, she was wearing black boots and black boy shorts under the chaps, her shirt was changed into a black fishnet shirt off one shoulder with a silver bikini top underneath. Liz made her hair messily stylish and her makeup darker. Stepping back she looked over her, “Damn I outdid myself, my brother is going to flip when he sees you singing this song. You going to do dance moves?”
“I don’t know,” replied Buffy hesitantly. “Are you sure I look okay? I don’t look to trashy do I?”
“Buffy you look as trashy as she did when she made this video, but that’s the point,” she reassured the older girl. “It’s all about playing dress up and having fun… we’re all here to have fun and I’ll probably end up just like you are now or worse when my turn comes. Just go out there and go with the flow, don’t worry about anything or anyone else.”
“Ok, I can do this, I am the Slayer after all damn it.”
“That’s what I like to hear! If you can kill big uglies and other bumps in the night then you can handle this.” Liz walked around the curtain and back to her seat, grinning at the guys and winking at the girls. Sitting down she looked up as the music started, snapping her fingers, the lights went out and a spot light illuminated the area in front of the curtain.
Dirrty, Filthy, Nasty
Too dirrty to clean my act up
If you ain’t dirrty... you ain’t here to party!
Liz whistled as Buffy appeared in front of the curtain moving her body lithely after every line. Turning she faced the room and began singing along.
Ooh, I’m overdue
Gimme some room, I’m comin’ through
Paid my dues, I’m in the mood
Me and my girls gonna shake the room
Dj’s spinnin (show your hands)
And let’s get dirrty (that’s my jam)
I need that ... to get me off
Sweatin’ till my clothes come off
Spinning around she dropped to her knees and split her legs open like in the video, sliding her hands up her body she rose back to her feet. Grinning saucily she grabbed Angel from his spot and dragged him up with her. Turning so her back was to his front she began grinding into him. Smirking to herself as he got into it, she felt a shiver go through her at the familiar feel of his hands running along her body.
Tight hip huggers (low fo’ sho’)
Shake a little somethin’ (on the floor)
I need that ... to get me off
Sweatin’ till my clothes come off
Rowdy, Gonna get a little unruly
Get it fired up in a hurry, Wanna get dirrty
It’s about time that I came to start the party
Sweat drippin’ over my body
Dancin’ gettin’ just a little naughty
Wanna get dirty, It’s about time for my arrival
The song finished as Buffy was pushing Angel back into his seat, running her finger up and down his chest she turned and sauntered away finishing back in front of the curtain. At the final beat of the song she turned her face back to her friends, licked her thumb and tossed her head, “What?”
Cheers erupted from the girls as Liz changed Buffy’s clothes back. The guys sat around a dumbfounded Angel, all slapping him on the back and Doyle grinning like an idiot at his stupefied friend. “I believe it’s my turn,” he said, reaching into the hat. “Heh,” was all he said as he read the paper. “Kyle you want to come do your voodoo?” he asked wiggling his fingers. “Oh, by the way, I’ll need you and Alex to do this with me. You’re the only two who I know that won’t care about how ridiculous we’re about to look.” He showed them the paper and they started cracking up.
“Dude, you think we can pull this off?” asked Kyle as they made their way behind the curtain.
“I don’t know,” replied Doyle as his voice faded.
“This should be interesting,” muttered Alex.
Doyle walked back around the curtain a few minutes later and Liz began whistling and cheering as soon as she saw him. He was dressed in black leather pants with black boots; he had a white undershirt on with a black button down shirt open over the top. Alex came next; he had on black leather shorts that hung down to his calves, white tennis shoes, a black leather hat cocked to the side, and the same shirts as Doyle, only with a black leather jacket over his shirts. Kyle was last; he had on camouflage; camouflage shorts like Alex’s and a jacket, with a black shirt on under the open jacket, and black tennis shoes adorned his feet. Everybody started cracking up and cheering as Doyle started.
Peace up!
A Town Down!
Kyle moved forward, over dramatizing his movements and acting crazier than usual. Dropping his voice into a low, scratchy tone, he mimicked the next line perfectly.
Yeah, Ok! Lil' Jon!
The girls got up and began dancing with each other as the song continued, cracking up as they also watched the guys do their song. Kyle running around acting like a Muppet on crack, and Alex acting his complete opposite, he was smooth and moving great. Liz watched captivated as Doyle moved smoothly over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, grinding into each other, he brought her body up right next to his, no room for even a piece of paper between them. As they danced he sang the next verse and chorus.
Because I don't know if I take that chance just where it's gonna lead,
But what I do know is the way she dance makes shorty alright with me.
The way she (get low!), I'm like yeah, just work that out for me.
She asked for one more dance and I'm,
Like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave?
And I said
Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down low and said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl used to be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming:
Rocking their bodies together Doyle continued singing the song until it came to Alex’s part. Gazing into Liz’s eyes he vaguely heard Alex begin and Isabel’s startled squeal of excitement as he came over to her.
Watch out!
My outfit's ridiculous, In the club lookin' so conspicuous.
And Rowl! These women all on the prowl, if you hold the head steady I'm a milk the cow.
Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth, I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they clothes, then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the jag and I took the roles, if they aint cutting then I put em on foot patrol.
How you like me now, when my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand,
Lets drank you the one to please, Ludacris fill cups like double d's.
Me and Ursh once more and we leave em dead, we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed to say
As the song finished Liz leaned into Doyle and kissed him passionately on the lips. Looking around the room, she noticed that everyone else had paired off during the song, even Max and Tess. Whispering in his ear promises for later, she pulled away and announced it was Max and Michael’s turn. Handing them the hat they groaned as they saw the song, but they diligently walked around to the curtain and changed. Walking out a few minutes later Maria and Tess started hooting and hollering.
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Michael spun around doing a weird kind of break dance/hoedown thing raising his embarrassment level to a new high as he attempted to sing the song. Max began flushing as he sang the next part.
Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back
Beet red with embarrassment the two guys jumped in the air and high fived each other before ending the song.
So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back
The room erupted in applause as Max and Michael stumble back to their seats, Liz walked over to her brother smirking and handed him the hat. He glared at her as she placed his hand inside. “Pick a piece of paper Liam,” she smiled sweetly, but the underlying steel in her tone made the others smirk.
“Don’t patronize me Beth,” he growled softly but reached in nonetheless.
“You know, you’re a lot less broody now a days than when you were in Sunnydale,” mused Buffy.
“An eighteen year old sister will do that to you,” grumbled Angel.
“What?” Liz turned and glanced at him sharply. “Are you bitching about your poor innocent little sister who does nothing but put up with your punk ass?”
“I would never do something like that,” smirked Angel. “Besides I think it’s the other way around.”
“Oh no, you’re both wrong… I have to constantly keep all three of you delinquents out of trouble. And it costs precious time on my social life,” grumbled Cordelia.
“Oy, how did I get dragged into sibling fight round one hundred?” asked Doyle, eyebrows arched in astonishment. “And what social life?” he smirked.
“So how about Angel goes and sings his song and we move on?” asked Maria brightly.
“Fine,” he grumbled as he walked to the curtain. “I’m not changing clothes or anything else, I’m just going to sing the damn song.”
“Who’s being a spoiled sport?” asked Kyle in a baby voice. “Who’s the big grumpy, namby pamby vampire?”
“Shut up Kyle, and you’ve been talking to Spike to much,” he growled. He looked to the others and began muttering out the lyrics.
“What? I didn’t catch that, could you speak up some?” smirked Liz.
“I said,” he snarled.
Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with a brand new mission
“That’s better,” smiled Liz, sitting back in contentment as she watched her brother sing along with Vanilla Ice.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Hoots and hollers were coming from both sexes but none more so than Kyle, Alex, Michael, and Doyle; Max still wasn’t comfortable around this new group. “Get on with your bad self,” shouted Doyle. “Ice, Ice Baby indeed. Ah, now don’t be that way Angelkins, go with the flow,” he smirked. Angel shot him the finger and kept singing.
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
“C’mon just a few more lines and this ‘torture’ will be over,” smirked Cordelia. She was thoroughly enjoying watching her boss and the broodiest person, guy, vampire… whatever; suffer through singing “Ice, Ice Baby”. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed as Angel finally got into the song and began break dancing. “Is that natural?” she whispered to Liz.
“I don’t think so, I’ve never seen him do anything like that.”
“He’s really good,” smirked Buffy. “Really… really good.” The others all looked at her as she kept her gaze on Angel and licked her lips.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Yo man - Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!
He stalked back to his seat, grumbling the entire time. “I hope you all enjoyed that, because you will never see it again,” he declared. Turning to Liz he smirked, “Your turn sister dear.”
“No big, unlike you Liam, I do not have a problem with this game. I don’t go all end of the world psychotic when it is mentioned, by the way nice break dancing.” She darted out of the way before he could tackle her, snickering the entire time. Walking over to the hat she reached in and pulled out a piece of paper. Smirking down at it, she read off it was her choice. Looking to Maria, Tess and Isabel she communicated her thoughts with her eyes.
“You’re so bad, Liz,” smirked Maria, knowing what she had in mind.
“Do I want to know?” asked Michael.
“You’re about to find out,” smirked Tess.
“This should be good,” grinned Buffy as she and Cordelia moved to go sit with the guys.
Liz and the other girls walked around to the back of the curtain where Liz ran her hand over her body, transforming her clothes instantly to black, knee high fishnets, black heels, a purple corset top with fringe on the bottom and black boy shorts. Her makeup was heavy and sensual and she had black gloves on that reached her elbows. Her hair was left down with purple highlights streaking through. Her outfit brought out the bronze creaminess of her skin and she smirked to herself, knowing Doyle would flip.
Looking over to Isabel she saw the tall blonde had changed herself into a red bra and boy shorts set with matching red knee high leather boots. She also had on heavy makeup and a huge diamond necklace adorned her neck. Alex’s jaw was going to hit the floor, Isabel looked great in red and her skin was flawless, her long legs were amazing encased in the leather. Her hair was pulled back from her face in a curled half ponytail, with red streaks running through individual curls.
Tess was in a similar outfit as Liz except her’s was deep blue and black. The blue corset was ribbed with black and she black fringe hanging from the top where her chest stood out. She had on black heels that laced up to her knees and her makeup was the same as Liz and Isabel’s only her lips were made poutier and fuller than they already were. Her hair was styled messily and had blue streaks running through it.
Maria was encased in pink and black from head to toe. Her hair, which was streaked with hot pink, was pulled up in a messy bun that left strands hanging everywhere. She had on a pink corset with black ribbing and sheer black material over the pink; she had thin pink lacy straps off her shoulders on the top of her corset. Her black boy shorts stood out and she had a sheer black top open over the corset. Her black heels laced up with pink laces.
Liz looked everyone over and nodded in approval. She doused the lights in the lobby until there was only a spotlight on the curtain. Parting it slightly with her powers Isabel stepped through, beginning the song.
Where’s all mah soul sistas
Lemme hear ya’ll flow sistas
Hearing Alex suck in a breath she smiled to herself and moved aside for Tess to come out. Her voice carried out before making her appearance.
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
The curtain parted showing Tess had her back to everyone. Softly tapping her foot against the floor as she sang, her body slowly moved up and down sensually to the beat of the song.
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh
The other two joined hers and Isabel’s voices even though they weren’t yet on stage.
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Tess moved to stand next to Isabel as they began singing again, moving to the front once more.
What What, What what
ooh oh
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
They both moved to either side of the curtain as Maria’s sultry voice carried out and over the room.
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak, yeah
They all came back in on the chorus once more as Isabel began moving forward for her part, hearing Liz preparing to come in as well she grinned and began swaying her hips seductively.
yea yea uh
He come through with the money in the garter belts
I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin‘, why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree? Well that's you and I’m sorry
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
wearing high heel shoes, getting love from the dudes
4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
by the case the meaning of expensive taste
if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time C’mon now
As the music swelled the curtain parted once more and Liz came strutting out, peeling off her gloves as she did so and waving them around. Her sexy voice purred over the room, turning Doyle on even more than when he had first seen her.
Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...
hey Hey Hey!
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more
Maria stepped forward again, to the cheers from Michael, smiling seductively at him she sang.
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
Tess grinned at Max as she sang her part, smirking at the shocked look on his face.
Sleepin' the grey flannel life
Liz swayed her hips slowly as she walked over to Doyle, every step measured and with the purpose of making him as hot as she could. Reaching him she bent over, purring out her lines.
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more
Turning away from him she walked back to the others, finishing the song they all slid into their poses. Maria on her knees, with her hands clasped between spread legs; Isabel standing over her with one leg out and her hand up in the air. Tess and Liz were leaning into each other, arms wrapped around each other. Skin touching, but not really touching, the appearance of more than what there was.
Cheers erupted from everyone. Buffy and Cordelia rushed over to congratulate the girls and the guys were all sitting in shock, except for Doyle. He jumped to his feet, stormed over and grabbed Liz around the waist. Hoisting her over his shoulder he took the stairs two at a time to the second floor. Stunned the others stared after them until they heard the door slam shut.
“Well two guesses as to what they’re doing,” snickered Kyle as he came up and wrapped his arms around Cordelia.
lyrics "True" by Ryan Cabrera,
"Old Time Rock n Roll" by Bob Seger,
"Dirrty" by Christina Aguilera,
"Yeah" by Usher, Ludacris and Lil Jon,
"Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix a Lot,
"Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice, and
"Lady Marmalade" by Christina Aguilera, Lil Kim, Mya, and Pink...
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CH. 14
Liz looked warily at Doyle as he stood opposite her; she was currently on one side of the bed and he the other. After being thrown over his shoulder and brought upstairs she had been unceremoniously dropped on the bed where she immediately rolled to the opposite side. Looking at him now, well she had never seen him this way. His eyes were alight in a way that they had never been before, his breathing was ragged as his chest moved up and down, his shirt stretching taught across firm muscles. His black hair was even more unruly than usual, sticking out everywhere from where Liz had tried to grab a hold, and his eyes were a crisp, ice blue. They were the clearest she had ever seen them, but as she watched him watching her she saw them darkening with desire. She slid her tongue over her dry lips, running it back and forth. Glancing back at Doyle she watched his eyes train on her mouth, smirking inside she darted her tongue out again. She heard him groan softly and looked up to see pain, love, longing, and lust, all etched across his face. Crooking her finger at him she motioned for him to come to her, he leapt over the bed before she could blink, and began stalking towards her. He moved so gracefully, like a panther stalking his prey, she didn’t know why she was running; she wanted to be caught. The power and beauty this man possessed still amazed her, his muscles stretched taut as he glided towards her, a feral gleam shown in his eyes and she swallowed hard at the thought of what was in store for her. She gasped as he picked up his pace, stumbling backwards at his sudden movement; she hit the wall with a soft thud and was pinned there by Doyle’s body.
“You’re mine,” he growled, ice blue eyes now almost black as night. He leaned forward and teased her mouth with his tongue, never giving her what she wanted, always pulling away before it could be deepened. He lightly ran his hands up and down her bare arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake, smirking against her mouth as he heard a low moan come from her throat. Feeling Liz free her arms he finally deepened the kiss. Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip he nibbled and sucked on it until she willingly gave him entrance to her warm mouth. Swallowing a groan of satisfaction he closed his mouth over hers, tilting her head back for more access.
She wrapped her arm around his neck, running her hand up through his hair and tugging him closer. Her other hand wasn’t idle, she traced lazy paths up and down his sculpted back, feeling him shiver in delight at her assault. Pulling back from their kiss when breathing became a necessity, she leaned her forehead against his chest, smiling and gulping in air before tilting her face back up and pulling his lips back down to hers. Taking control of this kiss, she instantly dove into his warm, wet mouth and began tracing every contour with her tongue. Tangling together she felt him run one hand down to the laces of her corset, moving one of her hands to cover his she helped him begin to unlace it.
As Doyle was making torturously slow work of Liz’s corset she figured it could go both ways. Reaching down between their bodies she stroked him lightly and was rewarded with a hiss. “Liz, that’s not very nice,” he smirked.
“Well neither is you torturing me this way…” she trailed off as her corset finally fell from her body and Doyle took a nipple in his mouth. She clawed at his hair pulling him closer to her body, her other hand forgetting it’s original goal began trailing up and down his back, pulling his shirt up and away from his body. Throwing the discarded material away from the couple against the wall Liz leaned further into the wall, her head flinging back in rapture as Doyle continued his sweet assault on her body. Raking her nails along his back she felt him jump in response and managed a grin through her haze of desire. Finally dragging his head away from her chest Liz looked him in the eyes and smiled, a soft sweet smile, that seemed out of place for the moment but Doyle returned it and leaned into kiss her gently on the lips. Tenderly running their hands up and down each other’s bodies as if suddenly reaffirming themselves that they weren’t going to disappear.
Tugging gently on Doyle’s lower lip Liz felt his fingertips sink into the flesh at her hips; the love was still there, only now being equally met by lust. The two began a gentle rocking motion with Doyle as the support for Liz against the wall and her arms wrapped around his neck, their lower halves slowly rocked together, fueling their desire. Pulling Liz’s head up for another heated kiss Doyle began to trail his fingertips down her legs until he reached the underside of her knees. He pulled up gently and she hopped up and wrapped her long legs around his waist, bringing them in closer contact and two low, throaty growls were torn from their mouths. Tightening her grip around Doyle’s waist Liz grabbed his hands and interlocked them with her own above her head on the wall. Trailing his tongue down to the hollow of Liz’s neck, Doyle sucked in on her skin and laved the spot, biting and healing in the same swoop. Liz’s strangled gasp and tightening of her legs and hands the only indication that it affected her. Smirking against her skin he did it again, marking her publicly as his. Nothing could be heard in the room except for the pants and whispers from the two lovers.
Sliding slowly to the ground Liz trailed her hands up and down Doyle’s chest, tracing every firm muscle and contour on his body. He felt soft and warm, but she could also feel the underlying steel that held his body in check, his control was slipping though, she could see it in the tenseness of his stance and the strain of his muscles. Reaching between their bodies, Liz stretched one hand down to Doyle’s zipper and waistband of his pants. Unsnapping the buttons and pulling away his pants, she began to push them down to his ankles. Pushing them down, she lowered her body with them trailing her fingers lightly over Doyle’s legs, helping him kick the offending garment away she began her trail back up his body, placing soft, hot, open mouthed kisses along his skin. Reaching his chest she nipped at the skin there, laving it with her tongue before moving on, she reached his neck and sucked in hard at that one spot, his pulse point. It drove him wild and she both felt and heard the low animalistic growl that emanated from his throat as she smiled wickedly against his neck. Breathing him in she sighed before moving up to her tiptoes and peppering his face in soft butterfly kisses, she traced his chin, strong cheekbones, forehead; even two sweet kisses on each eyelid.
Doyle gazed down at Liz, love burning in his eyes, in his veins, hell it felt as if he was going on sensory overload. He pulled her flush against him and they both moaned as they felt their bare chests come in contact. Leaning down for a kiss, he began maneuvering them back towards their bed, he didn’t break it until he felt Liz land on top of him with a soft whoosh of air as they were separated. Pulling her down on top of him fully, he latched his mouth hungrily onto hers; coaxing her lips apart and begging for entrance, which she willingly gave.
Liz nearly came undone from the passion and fire she could feel enveloping her fully when she landed on top of Doyle. She could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach and she felt delight and pleasure shoot through her at the knowledge that she did that, that she could turn him on. She groaned softly as Doyle continued his torturously slow work on her mouth. His kisses were heavenly and she felt like she would burn up if he continued but she was loath for him to stop. “Doyle make love to me,” she panted, arching against him, brushing their burning arousals together again. Both groaned in frustration at what they could feel, but being blocked by layers of clothing.
Doyle rolled Liz over onto her back and then stood up and away from the bed, sliding his boxers down his hips; he kicked them off when they reached the floor. Moving to the bedside table he grabbed a condom and turned back to the bed to see Liz spread out on the covers, her boy shorts gone and her body bare before him. Her hair fanned out on the pillow and her chest was rising and falling gently but increasing with each second. She moved up onto her knees and crawled towards him, taking the condom out of his hands she opened it. Hearing the crinkling foil in the otherwise silent room snapped Doyle out of his stupor and he looked down as Liz rolled it onto him. Pushing her backwards gently he stretched his full weight out on top of her and propped himself up on his elbows. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she smiled as she rocked gently up into Doyle. Feeling him slide into her she gasped and felt wetness slide down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” asked Doyle in concern, wiping the tears from her face and gently kissing away the tracks. He stilled inside of her, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and to recompose herself.
“Nothing’s wrong… It’s just, I didn’t realize until just now how close I came to losing you until now, with you here in me again. It… it feels like home. Doyle you’re home and I never want this feeling to go away.”
“You’re my home to Liz, I love you with everything in me.” He leaned down and begged entrance to her warm mouth, tracing her sweet recesses he felt her begin to move beneath him and so began rocking with her, never breaking their kiss. This was a time for recommitment, reassurance, and love. Being with each other in this way after coming so close to the edge. It was home.
They sped up and their movements became harsher and their breathing rougher, Liz could feel herself nearing the breaking point, and she wanted Doyle right there with her. “Doyle?”
“I’m right here, love,” he gasped. He felt her tense underneath him and heard her gasp his name along with incoherent whispers of love and devotion. Feeling her come apart he finally allowed himself to go as well, shouting out her name in release. Pulling away he rolled over onto his back, bringing Liz with him. They lay there just relishing each other’s presence, and the love and joy that floated around the room. “I love you Liz.”
“I love you too, Doyle.” Liz lay there in the arms of her lover and soul mate listening to the constant thump[/i ]of his heart and she realized that this was where she would spend the rest of her life. She would fight for everything, especially this. The future children they would have, their friends and family, all of it. She slowly drifted off to sleep tangled up in the sheets and arms of the one man who knew her completely.
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Max sat slumped against the wall outside Liz and Doyle’s room, tear tracks running down his face. He had thought that she really didn’t love him that she was doing it for revenge, but she did love him. Damn it, he thought miserably how do I live without her by my side? He had come upstairs shortly after Liz and Doyle, intending to go to bed, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had walked over and heard almost the entire thing, the words of love and devotion, the actual act. How do you act normal when you’ve just heard the only woman you’ve ever loved, make love to someone else? He rose to his feet, miserable but determined to do what was right. Entering the room that he had been put up in he turned to glance once more at the door that hid Doyle and Liz from the rest of the world. They’re happy, she’s happy, I have to give her up and support her. It’s going to hurt, it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I can do it. As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters. I’ll stay to help, then I’ll leave, I’ll never bother her again. Closing his door he staggered over to his bed and crashed, tears once more coursing down his face, but he now felt a lot more at peace.
A/N: Hey guys sorry for the long wait... I'm working on the next few parts and hope to get them beta'd soon... also I got a beta for the Blade thing so just thought I'd let you know. Thanks for reading, I love you guys!
Liz looked warily at Doyle as he stood opposite her; she was currently on one side of the bed and he the other. After being thrown over his shoulder and brought upstairs she had been unceremoniously dropped on the bed where she immediately rolled to the opposite side. Looking at him now, well she had never seen him this way. His eyes were alight in a way that they had never been before, his breathing was ragged as his chest moved up and down, his shirt stretching taught across firm muscles. His black hair was even more unruly than usual, sticking out everywhere from where Liz had tried to grab a hold, and his eyes were a crisp, ice blue. They were the clearest she had ever seen them, but as she watched him watching her she saw them darkening with desire. She slid her tongue over her dry lips, running it back and forth. Glancing back at Doyle she watched his eyes train on her mouth, smirking inside she darted her tongue out again. She heard him groan softly and looked up to see pain, love, longing, and lust, all etched across his face. Crooking her finger at him she motioned for him to come to her, he leapt over the bed before she could blink, and began stalking towards her. He moved so gracefully, like a panther stalking his prey, she didn’t know why she was running; she wanted to be caught. The power and beauty this man possessed still amazed her, his muscles stretched taut as he glided towards her, a feral gleam shown in his eyes and she swallowed hard at the thought of what was in store for her. She gasped as he picked up his pace, stumbling backwards at his sudden movement; she hit the wall with a soft thud and was pinned there by Doyle’s body.
“You’re mine,” he growled, ice blue eyes now almost black as night. He leaned forward and teased her mouth with his tongue, never giving her what she wanted, always pulling away before it could be deepened. He lightly ran his hands up and down her bare arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake, smirking against her mouth as he heard a low moan come from her throat. Feeling Liz free her arms he finally deepened the kiss. Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip he nibbled and sucked on it until she willingly gave him entrance to her warm mouth. Swallowing a groan of satisfaction he closed his mouth over hers, tilting her head back for more access.
She wrapped her arm around his neck, running her hand up through his hair and tugging him closer. Her other hand wasn’t idle, she traced lazy paths up and down his sculpted back, feeling him shiver in delight at her assault. Pulling back from their kiss when breathing became a necessity, she leaned her forehead against his chest, smiling and gulping in air before tilting her face back up and pulling his lips back down to hers. Taking control of this kiss, she instantly dove into his warm, wet mouth and began tracing every contour with her tongue. Tangling together she felt him run one hand down to the laces of her corset, moving one of her hands to cover his she helped him begin to unlace it.
As Doyle was making torturously slow work of Liz’s corset she figured it could go both ways. Reaching down between their bodies she stroked him lightly and was rewarded with a hiss. “Liz, that’s not very nice,” he smirked.
“Well neither is you torturing me this way…” she trailed off as her corset finally fell from her body and Doyle took a nipple in his mouth. She clawed at his hair pulling him closer to her body, her other hand forgetting it’s original goal began trailing up and down his back, pulling his shirt up and away from his body. Throwing the discarded material away from the couple against the wall Liz leaned further into the wall, her head flinging back in rapture as Doyle continued his sweet assault on her body. Raking her nails along his back she felt him jump in response and managed a grin through her haze of desire. Finally dragging his head away from her chest Liz looked him in the eyes and smiled, a soft sweet smile, that seemed out of place for the moment but Doyle returned it and leaned into kiss her gently on the lips. Tenderly running their hands up and down each other’s bodies as if suddenly reaffirming themselves that they weren’t going to disappear.
Tugging gently on Doyle’s lower lip Liz felt his fingertips sink into the flesh at her hips; the love was still there, only now being equally met by lust. The two began a gentle rocking motion with Doyle as the support for Liz against the wall and her arms wrapped around his neck, their lower halves slowly rocked together, fueling their desire. Pulling Liz’s head up for another heated kiss Doyle began to trail his fingertips down her legs until he reached the underside of her knees. He pulled up gently and she hopped up and wrapped her long legs around his waist, bringing them in closer contact and two low, throaty growls were torn from their mouths. Tightening her grip around Doyle’s waist Liz grabbed his hands and interlocked them with her own above her head on the wall. Trailing his tongue down to the hollow of Liz’s neck, Doyle sucked in on her skin and laved the spot, biting and healing in the same swoop. Liz’s strangled gasp and tightening of her legs and hands the only indication that it affected her. Smirking against her skin he did it again, marking her publicly as his. Nothing could be heard in the room except for the pants and whispers from the two lovers.
Sliding slowly to the ground Liz trailed her hands up and down Doyle’s chest, tracing every firm muscle and contour on his body. He felt soft and warm, but she could also feel the underlying steel that held his body in check, his control was slipping though, she could see it in the tenseness of his stance and the strain of his muscles. Reaching between their bodies, Liz stretched one hand down to Doyle’s zipper and waistband of his pants. Unsnapping the buttons and pulling away his pants, she began to push them down to his ankles. Pushing them down, she lowered her body with them trailing her fingers lightly over Doyle’s legs, helping him kick the offending garment away she began her trail back up his body, placing soft, hot, open mouthed kisses along his skin. Reaching his chest she nipped at the skin there, laving it with her tongue before moving on, she reached his neck and sucked in hard at that one spot, his pulse point. It drove him wild and she both felt and heard the low animalistic growl that emanated from his throat as she smiled wickedly against his neck. Breathing him in she sighed before moving up to her tiptoes and peppering his face in soft butterfly kisses, she traced his chin, strong cheekbones, forehead; even two sweet kisses on each eyelid.
Doyle gazed down at Liz, love burning in his eyes, in his veins, hell it felt as if he was going on sensory overload. He pulled her flush against him and they both moaned as they felt their bare chests come in contact. Leaning down for a kiss, he began maneuvering them back towards their bed, he didn’t break it until he felt Liz land on top of him with a soft whoosh of air as they were separated. Pulling her down on top of him fully, he latched his mouth hungrily onto hers; coaxing her lips apart and begging for entrance, which she willingly gave.
Liz nearly came undone from the passion and fire she could feel enveloping her fully when she landed on top of Doyle. She could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach and she felt delight and pleasure shoot through her at the knowledge that she did that, that she could turn him on. She groaned softly as Doyle continued his torturously slow work on her mouth. His kisses were heavenly and she felt like she would burn up if he continued but she was loath for him to stop. “Doyle make love to me,” she panted, arching against him, brushing their burning arousals together again. Both groaned in frustration at what they could feel, but being blocked by layers of clothing.
Doyle rolled Liz over onto her back and then stood up and away from the bed, sliding his boxers down his hips; he kicked them off when they reached the floor. Moving to the bedside table he grabbed a condom and turned back to the bed to see Liz spread out on the covers, her boy shorts gone and her body bare before him. Her hair fanned out on the pillow and her chest was rising and falling gently but increasing with each second. She moved up onto her knees and crawled towards him, taking the condom out of his hands she opened it. Hearing the crinkling foil in the otherwise silent room snapped Doyle out of his stupor and he looked down as Liz rolled it onto him. Pushing her backwards gently he stretched his full weight out on top of her and propped himself up on his elbows. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she smiled as she rocked gently up into Doyle. Feeling him slide into her she gasped and felt wetness slide down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” asked Doyle in concern, wiping the tears from her face and gently kissing away the tracks. He stilled inside of her, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and to recompose herself.
“Nothing’s wrong… It’s just, I didn’t realize until just now how close I came to losing you until now, with you here in me again. It… it feels like home. Doyle you’re home and I never want this feeling to go away.”
“You’re my home to Liz, I love you with everything in me.” He leaned down and begged entrance to her warm mouth, tracing her sweet recesses he felt her begin to move beneath him and so began rocking with her, never breaking their kiss. This was a time for recommitment, reassurance, and love. Being with each other in this way after coming so close to the edge. It was home.
They sped up and their movements became harsher and their breathing rougher, Liz could feel herself nearing the breaking point, and she wanted Doyle right there with her. “Doyle?”
“I’m right here, love,” he gasped. He felt her tense underneath him and heard her gasp his name along with incoherent whispers of love and devotion. Feeling her come apart he finally allowed himself to go as well, shouting out her name in release. Pulling away he rolled over onto his back, bringing Liz with him. They lay there just relishing each other’s presence, and the love and joy that floated around the room. “I love you Liz.”
“I love you too, Doyle.” Liz lay there in the arms of her lover and soul mate listening to the constant thump[/i ]of his heart and she realized that this was where she would spend the rest of her life. She would fight for everything, especially this. The future children they would have, their friends and family, all of it. She slowly drifted off to sleep tangled up in the sheets and arms of the one man who knew her completely.
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Max sat slumped against the wall outside Liz and Doyle’s room, tear tracks running down his face. He had thought that she really didn’t love him that she was doing it for revenge, but she did love him. Damn it, he thought miserably how do I live without her by my side? He had come upstairs shortly after Liz and Doyle, intending to go to bed, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had walked over and heard almost the entire thing, the words of love and devotion, the actual act. How do you act normal when you’ve just heard the only woman you’ve ever loved, make love to someone else? He rose to his feet, miserable but determined to do what was right. Entering the room that he had been put up in he turned to glance once more at the door that hid Doyle and Liz from the rest of the world. They’re happy, she’s happy, I have to give her up and support her. It’s going to hurt, it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I can do it. As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters. I’ll stay to help, then I’ll leave, I’ll never bother her again. Closing his door he staggered over to his bed and crashed, tears once more coursing down his face, but he now felt a lot more at peace.
A/N: Hey guys sorry for the long wait... I'm working on the next few parts and hope to get them beta'd soon... also I got a beta for the Blade thing so just thought I'd let you know. Thanks for reading, I love you guys!
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CH. 15
“Yeah Giles we got the message… yes we are on the look out. No Giles, I haven’t seen Manchester United play lately. Yes I’m sure Becks is doing ‘bloody’ amazing things… yes Giles; we’ll take care of it Giles. Tell everyone I say hi and everyone here sends their love. Bye Giles.” Cordelia turned to look at the Roswellians who were lounging around the room, rolling her eyes she walked over to Kyle.
“So what did Giles want except to comment on the playing and possible styling habits of David Beckham?” asked an amused Kyle.
“He wanted to make sure Buffy made it and had informed us all of the latest news. He also wanted to inform us that Liz has a seventy percent chance of beating this window thing according to Willow’s calculations. I just wish we knew exactly what this thing was… I mean how is Liz supposed to be beat it if we don’t know what it is? Is it a real window that she has to crawl through, and why would she have to crawl through a window in the first place? I don’t understand why she is so important that they had to make a window for her… I mean she is the most powerful vampire on earth, but please, what’s up? Could the PTB please drop us a clue… not that I want Doyle to get more mind splitting visions than he already does…”
“Cordelia,” cut off Michael, “breathe… please.” Cordelia sighed as she plopped down on the couch between Kyle and Tess, looking at the blonde girl she groaned.
“What?”
“I just remembered that Buffy, Liz, Angel, and Doyle are playing ‘Halo’ in the game room.”
“So?” asked Maria from her spot in between Michael’s legs, sprawled out on the cushions on the floor. She continued filing her nails and flipping the pages of her magazine, “Has anyone seen Max lately?”
“Not since last night, I think he had things to work out,” commented Alex.
“What do you mean?” asked Kyle.
Isabel looked up from her magazine, “We heard him crying last night and muttering to himself. I think he was finally moving on and letting go… At least, I hope he was.” Silence descended over the group as they took in the implications of what Isabel just said. “I hope he can find peace, I want him to be happy.”
“We all do Izzy, but we also want Liz to be happy and she’s not happy with him.”
“I know, and I like Doyle, Angel, and you, Cordelia,” she said nodding towards the brunette. “I just worry for him.”
“So, back to ‘Halo’, what’s the big deal of them playing it?” asked Maria.
“Why would they need to play that when they fight for real every night?” asked Alex.
“They just get really competitive, bad things can happen from them playing… I remember one time Liz beat Doyle and Angel and in retribution they attacked her at dinner one night. It was an all out food fight and I got caught in the middle.” She looked at the other’s faces. “You don’t believe me? Hell, when they play that game they become obsessive compulsive. They’re like kids again instead of the warriors they’re supposed to be.”
“And all this comes from a stupid video game?” asked Isabel, eyebrow arched in amusement.
“It’s not a stupid game,” cried Kyle vehemently. “’Halo’ is the greatest game ever, it’s like the most amazing invention on the planet… well, that automatic butt crack picker I saw on that infomercial late last night may beat it.” He looked at the others as they all stared at him in disbelief. Shrugging he continued, “Plus it’s fun to kick ass like that. Sometimes you need to vent and killing people is the best way to do that.”
“What would Buddha say about that?” snickered Tess.
“Buddha would be right next to me playing. The mind and soul need to be cleansed sometimes with a good round of old fashioned ass whoopin’.”
“You are a really disturbed person,” said Isabel in astonishment, shaking her head sadly.
The group’s ragging on Kyle was interrupted by the sounds of Liz, Doyle and Buffy making their way up the stairs from the basement. “I can’t believe he’s being such a big baby about this.”
“Well he hasn’t experienced those kind of… performance issues in a long time.”
“Oy, performance issues? That was more like a major blunder… I feel bad for him.”
“What happened?” asked Kyle snickering, his mind going straight to the gutter from all the double entendres.
“Angel lost big time to Buffy, he…err… was experiencing technical difficulties,” hedged Liz.
“What kind of technical difficulties?” asked Michael.
Buffy sighed exasperated. “The kind where I insulted him and his ego was wounded. He should’ve known I was just kidding, you know the whole verbal sparring match thing we all throw around. Nothing personal, he didn’t have to go all “Problem Child” on me!”
“It’s not your fault or his, he just gets thrown off balance when you’re here.” Liz tried to explain. “It’s hard for him…” she trailed off uncertainly.
“And it’s not for me? I mean my God… he’s the love of my life and he’s here and I’m here and we’re all here but can there be any touching? Noooo, why? Because our touch is the like the touch of death and it brings forth the apocalypse and Armageddon, and other sorts of icky things.”
“So where is he now?” asked Alex.
“Probably trying to drown himself in the showers,” muttered Doyle. “Ow! Liz that hurt,” he grumbled rubbing his stomach.
“What?!” shrieked the girls.
“He can’t drown himself!”
“How could you leave him like this?”
“Guys, GUYS! He can’t drown himself,” sighed Liz. At their dumbfounded looks she turned and glared at Doyle who shrugged and smirked in all innocence. “Seriously he can’t drown, and neither can I. As vampires we don’t breathe, so the water doesn’t fill up our lungs and kill us, hence the no drowning thing.”
“Who’s drowning?” asked Max as he padded down the stairs, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll fill you in later,” said Tess smiling at how adorable he looked.
“Have you seen the movie ‘Alien’?” came Angel’s voice from the direction of the back stairs. “Because you know that acidy spit thing that they have? Well that would be cool to have and it would come in handy in a fight. You could be kicking ass and then be all BLEH!!” The others all looked at him as he mimicked the apparent way the aliens attacked their opponents. “I’m serious I want that acidy spit thing… it’d be cool.”
Liz arched an eyebrow at her brother. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well the drowning thing didn’t work so I decided to take a different approach. I came up with new and exciting attacks.”
“Is this the way you lot expect to fight the big bad?” came a cold drawling voice. “Save us all if this is the best the Powers that Be expect to send out.”
“Spike, what are you doing here?” growled Angel.
“What no hugs?” he smirked.
Liz’s calculating gaze sharpened and she sniffed the air. “That would be a no considering you can’t hug,” she snarled. “I thought I told you to go fuck yourself and I’d see you in hell, at least that was supposed to be the idea. What part of that didn’t you understand?”
“The part where you didn’t listen to me and heed my warning but went after your little boy toy instead. You took out six of my men and that made me a wee bit mad you see.”
“Oh did I hurt the big bad First evil’s feelings? Tear, tear… here let me get you a Kleenex. You’re lucky it’s all I did, you’re going to go down, and I will be the one to send you back to hell.” The expression on Liz’s face was murderous. She was through playing games with this bastard… the endgame was coming and she and her family would be the ones left standing.
“Watch yourself little girl, you don’t want certain fatalities to fall on your little family here.” The First glared down at the group before him. “But, no worries, the full moon is in a few days, then the end will be decided. Cheerio and all that other shit.”
He vanished in a flash of light and the others stood there stunned. “So that was the… umm… The First?” squeaked Alex.
“No, that was the First in the form of Spike… it has no corporeal body so it takes the shape of those who are dead remember?”
“Angel, you don’t think it will come after you again?” asked Buffy worriedly, chewing on her lower lip.
“I don’t think it’s concerned with me anymore, not now that Liz’s here. I’m not the strongest anymore. Liz is the deciding factor in this war so it’ll probably be concentrating most of its power on her.”
“Why the hell does it want me? So I’m this super, uber-vampire thing… why can’t I just live like you guys? I’m not going to become evil, why does it try?” Liz looked at her family, really looked at them, memorizing each and every line, feature, characteristic about them. “I’m scared, I don’t want to turn,” she whimpered before walking towards the door. “Just give me some time… I’ll be back soon.” She looked at Doyle and smiled softly, “I’m not leaving, I’m not running… just give me some time to think. I meant what I told you, I’m keeping my promise.” With that she walked out into the bright sunshine of the California afternoon, her friends staring after her, all lost in thought and worriment over her.
“Yeah Giles we got the message… yes we are on the look out. No Giles, I haven’t seen Manchester United play lately. Yes I’m sure Becks is doing ‘bloody’ amazing things… yes Giles; we’ll take care of it Giles. Tell everyone I say hi and everyone here sends their love. Bye Giles.” Cordelia turned to look at the Roswellians who were lounging around the room, rolling her eyes she walked over to Kyle.
“So what did Giles want except to comment on the playing and possible styling habits of David Beckham?” asked an amused Kyle.
“He wanted to make sure Buffy made it and had informed us all of the latest news. He also wanted to inform us that Liz has a seventy percent chance of beating this window thing according to Willow’s calculations. I just wish we knew exactly what this thing was… I mean how is Liz supposed to be beat it if we don’t know what it is? Is it a real window that she has to crawl through, and why would she have to crawl through a window in the first place? I don’t understand why she is so important that they had to make a window for her… I mean she is the most powerful vampire on earth, but please, what’s up? Could the PTB please drop us a clue… not that I want Doyle to get more mind splitting visions than he already does…”
“Cordelia,” cut off Michael, “breathe… please.” Cordelia sighed as she plopped down on the couch between Kyle and Tess, looking at the blonde girl she groaned.
“What?”
“I just remembered that Buffy, Liz, Angel, and Doyle are playing ‘Halo’ in the game room.”
“So?” asked Maria from her spot in between Michael’s legs, sprawled out on the cushions on the floor. She continued filing her nails and flipping the pages of her magazine, “Has anyone seen Max lately?”
“Not since last night, I think he had things to work out,” commented Alex.
“What do you mean?” asked Kyle.
Isabel looked up from her magazine, “We heard him crying last night and muttering to himself. I think he was finally moving on and letting go… At least, I hope he was.” Silence descended over the group as they took in the implications of what Isabel just said. “I hope he can find peace, I want him to be happy.”
“We all do Izzy, but we also want Liz to be happy and she’s not happy with him.”
“I know, and I like Doyle, Angel, and you, Cordelia,” she said nodding towards the brunette. “I just worry for him.”
“So, back to ‘Halo’, what’s the big deal of them playing it?” asked Maria.
“Why would they need to play that when they fight for real every night?” asked Alex.
“They just get really competitive, bad things can happen from them playing… I remember one time Liz beat Doyle and Angel and in retribution they attacked her at dinner one night. It was an all out food fight and I got caught in the middle.” She looked at the other’s faces. “You don’t believe me? Hell, when they play that game they become obsessive compulsive. They’re like kids again instead of the warriors they’re supposed to be.”
“And all this comes from a stupid video game?” asked Isabel, eyebrow arched in amusement.
“It’s not a stupid game,” cried Kyle vehemently. “’Halo’ is the greatest game ever, it’s like the most amazing invention on the planet… well, that automatic butt crack picker I saw on that infomercial late last night may beat it.” He looked at the others as they all stared at him in disbelief. Shrugging he continued, “Plus it’s fun to kick ass like that. Sometimes you need to vent and killing people is the best way to do that.”
“What would Buddha say about that?” snickered Tess.
“Buddha would be right next to me playing. The mind and soul need to be cleansed sometimes with a good round of old fashioned ass whoopin’.”
“You are a really disturbed person,” said Isabel in astonishment, shaking her head sadly.
The group’s ragging on Kyle was interrupted by the sounds of Liz, Doyle and Buffy making their way up the stairs from the basement. “I can’t believe he’s being such a big baby about this.”
“Well he hasn’t experienced those kind of… performance issues in a long time.”
“Oy, performance issues? That was more like a major blunder… I feel bad for him.”
“What happened?” asked Kyle snickering, his mind going straight to the gutter from all the double entendres.
“Angel lost big time to Buffy, he…err… was experiencing technical difficulties,” hedged Liz.
“What kind of technical difficulties?” asked Michael.
Buffy sighed exasperated. “The kind where I insulted him and his ego was wounded. He should’ve known I was just kidding, you know the whole verbal sparring match thing we all throw around. Nothing personal, he didn’t have to go all “Problem Child” on me!”
“It’s not your fault or his, he just gets thrown off balance when you’re here.” Liz tried to explain. “It’s hard for him…” she trailed off uncertainly.
“And it’s not for me? I mean my God… he’s the love of my life and he’s here and I’m here and we’re all here but can there be any touching? Noooo, why? Because our touch is the like the touch of death and it brings forth the apocalypse and Armageddon, and other sorts of icky things.”
“So where is he now?” asked Alex.
“Probably trying to drown himself in the showers,” muttered Doyle. “Ow! Liz that hurt,” he grumbled rubbing his stomach.
“What?!” shrieked the girls.
“He can’t drown himself!”
“How could you leave him like this?”
“Guys, GUYS! He can’t drown himself,” sighed Liz. At their dumbfounded looks she turned and glared at Doyle who shrugged and smirked in all innocence. “Seriously he can’t drown, and neither can I. As vampires we don’t breathe, so the water doesn’t fill up our lungs and kill us, hence the no drowning thing.”
“Who’s drowning?” asked Max as he padded down the stairs, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll fill you in later,” said Tess smiling at how adorable he looked.
“Have you seen the movie ‘Alien’?” came Angel’s voice from the direction of the back stairs. “Because you know that acidy spit thing that they have? Well that would be cool to have and it would come in handy in a fight. You could be kicking ass and then be all BLEH!!” The others all looked at him as he mimicked the apparent way the aliens attacked their opponents. “I’m serious I want that acidy spit thing… it’d be cool.”
Liz arched an eyebrow at her brother. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well the drowning thing didn’t work so I decided to take a different approach. I came up with new and exciting attacks.”
“Is this the way you lot expect to fight the big bad?” came a cold drawling voice. “Save us all if this is the best the Powers that Be expect to send out.”
“Spike, what are you doing here?” growled Angel.
“What no hugs?” he smirked.
Liz’s calculating gaze sharpened and she sniffed the air. “That would be a no considering you can’t hug,” she snarled. “I thought I told you to go fuck yourself and I’d see you in hell, at least that was supposed to be the idea. What part of that didn’t you understand?”
“The part where you didn’t listen to me and heed my warning but went after your little boy toy instead. You took out six of my men and that made me a wee bit mad you see.”
“Oh did I hurt the big bad First evil’s feelings? Tear, tear… here let me get you a Kleenex. You’re lucky it’s all I did, you’re going to go down, and I will be the one to send you back to hell.” The expression on Liz’s face was murderous. She was through playing games with this bastard… the endgame was coming and she and her family would be the ones left standing.
“Watch yourself little girl, you don’t want certain fatalities to fall on your little family here.” The First glared down at the group before him. “But, no worries, the full moon is in a few days, then the end will be decided. Cheerio and all that other shit.”
He vanished in a flash of light and the others stood there stunned. “So that was the… umm… The First?” squeaked Alex.
“No, that was the First in the form of Spike… it has no corporeal body so it takes the shape of those who are dead remember?”
“Angel, you don’t think it will come after you again?” asked Buffy worriedly, chewing on her lower lip.
“I don’t think it’s concerned with me anymore, not now that Liz’s here. I’m not the strongest anymore. Liz is the deciding factor in this war so it’ll probably be concentrating most of its power on her.”
“Why the hell does it want me? So I’m this super, uber-vampire thing… why can’t I just live like you guys? I’m not going to become evil, why does it try?” Liz looked at her family, really looked at them, memorizing each and every line, feature, characteristic about them. “I’m scared, I don’t want to turn,” she whimpered before walking towards the door. “Just give me some time… I’ll be back soon.” She looked at Doyle and smiled softly, “I’m not leaving, I’m not running… just give me some time to think. I meant what I told you, I’m keeping my promise.” With that she walked out into the bright sunshine of the California afternoon, her friends staring after her, all lost in thought and worriment over her.
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CH. 16
She stared out at the waves, the constant motion of the tide rolling in and washing back out. The water lapping against the shore and washing away the proof that there had once been people standing there. She squinted her eyes through her sunglasses, staring sharply and taking in every detail. The specks of sand massing into the huge beach that hundreds were playing on, the sounds of the gulls flying overhead and dive bombing innocent by standers, trying to get food away from them. She smiled softly as she saw a little boy building a sand castle with his mother and father, and smirked to herself at the sight of two young lovers, stealing a moment together in the shade of the snack stand. After all of it though, soaking in the sun and atmosphere, her mind came back to the waves and their constant washing away of proof of life. That could be us in a few days, she mused. The First could win, and then there won’t be any human life left, it will wash away our lives and history as easily as the waves wash up on the sand. I don’t want that to happen, but I don’t know if I have the strength and ability to stop the coming storm. She glanced up as she felt a shift in the air; closing her eyes she listened intently and honed all of her senses on what could have made it. She felt darkness, it was moving, massing, the end was going to be here soon, and she could feel the power growing. Relaxing her stance after she assured herself that there was no immediate danger, she went back to watching the water.
I don’t know if I’m ready, I can still feel the power inside me growing, as if it’s preparing itself to do battle against what I know is coming. I’m scared to give up complete control… I could have killed Buffy the other day; I don’t want to be responsible for this. I’m just eighteen years old in this life; I shouldn’t have to deal with this shit! She looked down at the boardwalk as she saw a shadow fall over her. “What are you doing here Guerin?”
“I came to find you Parker, we were worried about you.”
“It’s O’Brien… and you shouldn’t worry about me. I’m the ‘vessel of peace’ remember?” she asked bitterly. All she got in response was a non-committal grunt from Michael, before they both fell into silence, leaning against the railing and watching the sun begin to set. They stood there for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, before Liz broke the silence. “Michael, what if I’m not strong enough?” she asked quietly.
“Parker, you’re one of the strongest people, vampires… whatever, that I know. If anybody can do this, then it’s you. I may not have been around you the past year, but from what I’ve seen, you are more than capable. Besides you have five aliens, a big brother who also happens to be a vampire, a demon boyfriend, a slayer, and three humans who care about you more than anything on your side.” He fell silent as he thought about things; scratching his eyebrow he scrunched his face up and turned to face Liz. “You’re not alone in this Liz. We all love you and we aren’t going to let you go through this on your own. You’re stuck with us Parker, for as long as we’re alive.” He smirked down at her as she looked up at him through tear filled eyes.
She brushed her tears away and smiled shakily at him. “You have that much faith in me?”
“Hell yeah, and I don’t put my faith in a lot of people so this should mean a lot to you… you should feel blessed.” He smiled arrogantly down at her as she smacked him in the stomach. “Damn you are strong,” he winced, rubbing his now tender abdomen. “So what do you say, you ready to go back to the hotel?”
“Yeah, I think I’m ready… I just had to get out and get some air… think things over.” The two friends began the trek back to the hotel in silence, only broken by Liz’s silent “Thanks Michael.”
He didn’t reply, simply grunted and kept walking. Turning to go down the last alley before reaching the hotel, Liz paused and looked around suspiciously. “What is it?”
“I don’t know… just… something. Michael, about me leaving, well I wanted to tell you…. DUCK!” She launched herself over Michael as he dropped to the ground, rolling over he saw the ugliest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He watched in awe as Liz fought with it, she ducked and dodged the blows of her opponent and seemed to be holding her own. He saw perspiration start to appear on her forehead and arms… the fight appearing to tire her, but that didn’t make sense... he’d seen her last longer and fight harder against the others. “Michael,” she gasped as she began to repeatedly kick the demon in the stomach. “Michael, blow the jewel out of his head.”
“What the fuck?”
“Just do it! He’s really strong and is getting to be a pain in the ass. Consider this your first lesson in demon fighting.” She turned to look at him in exasperation when she was lifted into the air and slammed back down on the pavement; she felt some of the demon’s blood land on her skin and jerked back in shock, but brushed it all aside. She heard a rib or two crack and grunted in pain, rolling to her back she watched in fascination as Michael raised his hand and the jewel in the demons head exploded, sending it’s owner to be dust right after it.
“You ok Parker?” asked Michael as he jogged up to her sprawled out form. He looked down in concern at her still body until she started laughing. “Oh no, you’re hysterical… it was one to many blows to the head and now you’ve lost it. Oh no, wait, you’ve listened to Valenti to long and his bullshit has finally affected your common sense.” He tried to help her up but she pushed him away and kept laughing, gasping for breath and holding her damaged ribs.
“I’m not hysterical, and no Kyle’s bullshit didn’t affect me… I just had a thought… if you just did that to one demon, what would happen if we trained you all to fight? You guys would kick ass and you’d be safer. Why didn’t I think of it before?” She began struggling to her feet still holding her side and wincing. “Damn that hurts like a bitch.” She leaned against Michael, thanking him for his help as they staggered the rest of the way to the hotel.
“Will your vampire healing help this?” asked Michael in concern.
“Yeah, it’ll just take a little longer, I should be good by tomorrow morning.” She looked up as they entered the lobby of the hotel and she smirked to herself as she took in the sight of Tess and Max cuddling on the couch. “Hey a little help for the injured person how about it?” she joked.
“Shit, Liz are you okay?” asked Kyle as he saw her and Michael standing there.
“Jesus Michael, we thought you went to go talk to her, not beat the shit out of her” exclaimed Maria.
“You guys honestly think I could do something like this to Liz? Please, where the hell have you been the past few days?”
“Love what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids?” asked Doyle as he came to help her over to the couch.
“Yeah well the kids don’t include Mohra demons. Stupid git really pounded me but Michael took care of him.” She smiled faintly but proudly at the tall alien still hovering around her.
“You killed a demon?” screeched Maria. “Are you ok? Are you hurt, are you crazy?” She began hovering around Michael and finally seeing he was ok slapped him over the back of the head.
“Damn Maria what the hell was that for?” He rubbed his tender head and glared at Liz who was hiding a smirk behind her hand.
“That was for being in danger you idiot!” She pulled him down for a heated kiss and when she released him she smirked, ”and that was for saving Liz.”
“Liz are you ok?” asked Buffy as she walked over to shoo the others away from Liz and Doyle.
“Yeah, I’m good… stings a bit but other than that I’ll be fine after a few hours. Now I just need your help with something.” The others all looked at her curiously, waiting for her to reveal the something. “I’m going to teach the others how to fight.” She held up her hand to stave off the comments flying everywhere. “Would you guys let me finish a sentence? Good Lord, all right here’s the deal. Michael just helped me kill a Mohra demon, so if he can do that then he as well as the rest of you should learn how to handle yourselves should it come down to it in this final battle.” She looked around at the varying degrees of interest and uncertainty flashing across each face. “Guys please… Angel, Doyle, Buffy and I can teach you and it’ll make me feel better, knowing you guys are prepared.”
Tess was the first to speak up. “I don’t know how this will work out, but if you want us to do it Liz then I’ll step up. I trust you.”
“Will I become kick ass like you chica?” asked Maria hesitantly.
“Well you won’t be exactly like me but we’ll get you close,” said Liz encouragingly.
“Sign me up man, I’ve been wanting to learn how to fight and to learn from you guys will be awesome,” exclaimed Alex.
After everyone else agreed to be trained by Liz and the others silence fell over the room. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but pleasant. It had been a long time since they had had time to relish the silence. A silence that was broken by Buffy’s stomach growling. “So I guess you’re hungry?” asked Angel smirking.
“Most definitely… I think this occasion, being of all of us here, healthy and together, deserves Cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip.” As soon as the words left Buffy’s mouth, Liz was assaulted by flashes of last year, the area on her hand that had been covered in demon blood tingled. She felt pain, longing, love, lust, misery, she felt every emotion that had gone through her brother and Buffy and she felt swamped by it. Shuddering she sucked in a deep, gasping breath before turning to Angel. She felt fully healed and used it to her advantage. She reared back and punched him as hard as she could on the jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. “You bastard,” she panted. “You made us all forget and you took that away from her, from you, from all of us. How could you?”
She stared out at the waves, the constant motion of the tide rolling in and washing back out. The water lapping against the shore and washing away the proof that there had once been people standing there. She squinted her eyes through her sunglasses, staring sharply and taking in every detail. The specks of sand massing into the huge beach that hundreds were playing on, the sounds of the gulls flying overhead and dive bombing innocent by standers, trying to get food away from them. She smiled softly as she saw a little boy building a sand castle with his mother and father, and smirked to herself at the sight of two young lovers, stealing a moment together in the shade of the snack stand. After all of it though, soaking in the sun and atmosphere, her mind came back to the waves and their constant washing away of proof of life. That could be us in a few days, she mused. The First could win, and then there won’t be any human life left, it will wash away our lives and history as easily as the waves wash up on the sand. I don’t want that to happen, but I don’t know if I have the strength and ability to stop the coming storm. She glanced up as she felt a shift in the air; closing her eyes she listened intently and honed all of her senses on what could have made it. She felt darkness, it was moving, massing, the end was going to be here soon, and she could feel the power growing. Relaxing her stance after she assured herself that there was no immediate danger, she went back to watching the water.
I don’t know if I’m ready, I can still feel the power inside me growing, as if it’s preparing itself to do battle against what I know is coming. I’m scared to give up complete control… I could have killed Buffy the other day; I don’t want to be responsible for this. I’m just eighteen years old in this life; I shouldn’t have to deal with this shit! She looked down at the boardwalk as she saw a shadow fall over her. “What are you doing here Guerin?”
“I came to find you Parker, we were worried about you.”
“It’s O’Brien… and you shouldn’t worry about me. I’m the ‘vessel of peace’ remember?” she asked bitterly. All she got in response was a non-committal grunt from Michael, before they both fell into silence, leaning against the railing and watching the sun begin to set. They stood there for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, before Liz broke the silence. “Michael, what if I’m not strong enough?” she asked quietly.
“Parker, you’re one of the strongest people, vampires… whatever, that I know. If anybody can do this, then it’s you. I may not have been around you the past year, but from what I’ve seen, you are more than capable. Besides you have five aliens, a big brother who also happens to be a vampire, a demon boyfriend, a slayer, and three humans who care about you more than anything on your side.” He fell silent as he thought about things; scratching his eyebrow he scrunched his face up and turned to face Liz. “You’re not alone in this Liz. We all love you and we aren’t going to let you go through this on your own. You’re stuck with us Parker, for as long as we’re alive.” He smirked down at her as she looked up at him through tear filled eyes.
She brushed her tears away and smiled shakily at him. “You have that much faith in me?”
“Hell yeah, and I don’t put my faith in a lot of people so this should mean a lot to you… you should feel blessed.” He smiled arrogantly down at her as she smacked him in the stomach. “Damn you are strong,” he winced, rubbing his now tender abdomen. “So what do you say, you ready to go back to the hotel?”
“Yeah, I think I’m ready… I just had to get out and get some air… think things over.” The two friends began the trek back to the hotel in silence, only broken by Liz’s silent “Thanks Michael.”
He didn’t reply, simply grunted and kept walking. Turning to go down the last alley before reaching the hotel, Liz paused and looked around suspiciously. “What is it?”
“I don’t know… just… something. Michael, about me leaving, well I wanted to tell you…. DUCK!” She launched herself over Michael as he dropped to the ground, rolling over he saw the ugliest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He watched in awe as Liz fought with it, she ducked and dodged the blows of her opponent and seemed to be holding her own. He saw perspiration start to appear on her forehead and arms… the fight appearing to tire her, but that didn’t make sense... he’d seen her last longer and fight harder against the others. “Michael,” she gasped as she began to repeatedly kick the demon in the stomach. “Michael, blow the jewel out of his head.”
“What the fuck?”
“Just do it! He’s really strong and is getting to be a pain in the ass. Consider this your first lesson in demon fighting.” She turned to look at him in exasperation when she was lifted into the air and slammed back down on the pavement; she felt some of the demon’s blood land on her skin and jerked back in shock, but brushed it all aside. She heard a rib or two crack and grunted in pain, rolling to her back she watched in fascination as Michael raised his hand and the jewel in the demons head exploded, sending it’s owner to be dust right after it.
“You ok Parker?” asked Michael as he jogged up to her sprawled out form. He looked down in concern at her still body until she started laughing. “Oh no, you’re hysterical… it was one to many blows to the head and now you’ve lost it. Oh no, wait, you’ve listened to Valenti to long and his bullshit has finally affected your common sense.” He tried to help her up but she pushed him away and kept laughing, gasping for breath and holding her damaged ribs.
“I’m not hysterical, and no Kyle’s bullshit didn’t affect me… I just had a thought… if you just did that to one demon, what would happen if we trained you all to fight? You guys would kick ass and you’d be safer. Why didn’t I think of it before?” She began struggling to her feet still holding her side and wincing. “Damn that hurts like a bitch.” She leaned against Michael, thanking him for his help as they staggered the rest of the way to the hotel.
“Will your vampire healing help this?” asked Michael in concern.
“Yeah, it’ll just take a little longer, I should be good by tomorrow morning.” She looked up as they entered the lobby of the hotel and she smirked to herself as she took in the sight of Tess and Max cuddling on the couch. “Hey a little help for the injured person how about it?” she joked.
“Shit, Liz are you okay?” asked Kyle as he saw her and Michael standing there.
“Jesus Michael, we thought you went to go talk to her, not beat the shit out of her” exclaimed Maria.
“You guys honestly think I could do something like this to Liz? Please, where the hell have you been the past few days?”
“Love what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids?” asked Doyle as he came to help her over to the couch.
“Yeah well the kids don’t include Mohra demons. Stupid git really pounded me but Michael took care of him.” She smiled faintly but proudly at the tall alien still hovering around her.
“You killed a demon?” screeched Maria. “Are you ok? Are you hurt, are you crazy?” She began hovering around Michael and finally seeing he was ok slapped him over the back of the head.
“Damn Maria what the hell was that for?” He rubbed his tender head and glared at Liz who was hiding a smirk behind her hand.
“That was for being in danger you idiot!” She pulled him down for a heated kiss and when she released him she smirked, ”and that was for saving Liz.”
“Liz are you ok?” asked Buffy as she walked over to shoo the others away from Liz and Doyle.
“Yeah, I’m good… stings a bit but other than that I’ll be fine after a few hours. Now I just need your help with something.” The others all looked at her curiously, waiting for her to reveal the something. “I’m going to teach the others how to fight.” She held up her hand to stave off the comments flying everywhere. “Would you guys let me finish a sentence? Good Lord, all right here’s the deal. Michael just helped me kill a Mohra demon, so if he can do that then he as well as the rest of you should learn how to handle yourselves should it come down to it in this final battle.” She looked around at the varying degrees of interest and uncertainty flashing across each face. “Guys please… Angel, Doyle, Buffy and I can teach you and it’ll make me feel better, knowing you guys are prepared.”
Tess was the first to speak up. “I don’t know how this will work out, but if you want us to do it Liz then I’ll step up. I trust you.”
“Will I become kick ass like you chica?” asked Maria hesitantly.
“Well you won’t be exactly like me but we’ll get you close,” said Liz encouragingly.
“Sign me up man, I’ve been wanting to learn how to fight and to learn from you guys will be awesome,” exclaimed Alex.
After everyone else agreed to be trained by Liz and the others silence fell over the room. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but pleasant. It had been a long time since they had had time to relish the silence. A silence that was broken by Buffy’s stomach growling. “So I guess you’re hungry?” asked Angel smirking.
“Most definitely… I think this occasion, being of all of us here, healthy and together, deserves Cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip.” As soon as the words left Buffy’s mouth, Liz was assaulted by flashes of last year, the area on her hand that had been covered in demon blood tingled. She felt pain, longing, love, lust, misery, she felt every emotion that had gone through her brother and Buffy and she felt swamped by it. Shuddering she sucked in a deep, gasping breath before turning to Angel. She felt fully healed and used it to her advantage. She reared back and punched him as hard as she could on the jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. “You bastard,” she panted. “You made us all forget and you took that away from her, from you, from all of us. How could you?”
Oh. McDreamy was doing the McNasty with McHottie? That McBastard. Uh, how was that?
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CH. 17
“What the fuck did you do that for?” asked Cordelia hotly. “He didn’t do anything, he was just standing there and then you decked him… oh my God you’re turning evil already!” She was pacing back and forth, muttering to herself and throwing her arms into the air in exasperation.
Liz watched Angel stand, wiping his busted lip with the back of his hand. “You want to tell them or shall I?” she glared at her brother, anger and irritation coursing through her system. “We’ve had this discussion Liam and I don’t recall you mentioning this bullshit to me. I’m your sister damn it!” She began pacing like Cordelia only she was still ranting at Angel. “You promised me there were no secrets between us… you promised me. You swore up and down on all of your swords and battle axes that there were no secrets between us, so what the hell do you call this, because I know you know what I’m talking about.” She ended up over by the door and put her hand through it, the glass shattering and embedding in her skin even as she shook out the pain and began picking glass from her fresh wound. She winced as it began to sting and bleed more with the glass shards missing.
“I thought I told you not to put your hand through things anymore…” Angel moved to cradle his sister’s hand before she jerked away from him.
“Don’t touch me right now,” she growled, eyes flashing yellow. “Not until you tell the others exactly what you did.”
“Beth, I can’t do that… it’ll hurt too many people-“
“Like me?” she shouted, “You hurt me, by keeping it from me… they, no she deserves to know the truth!”
“I don’t know how you found out!” screamed Angel right back at her, up in her face and personal space as much as she was his. They were facing off and it didn’t look like it was going to end pretty. “They swore to me that nobody would remember.”
“Yeah, well I bet they didn’t expect me, so….” She trailed off, waiting expectantly for Angel to start his explanation. Her stance becoming more and more rigid as the seconds ticked by, her expression was mutinous and she looked ready to kill him on the spot.
“Angel, what’s going on?” asked Buffy uncertainly.
“Nothing,” he bit out, never taking his eyes off of Liz.
“NO!” she exclaimed, “something’s up and I want to know what the hell is going on. I’ve never seen Liz this pissed off before, and trust me she’s been pissed off before. So whatever you did, well you obviously fucked up royally… now, again I’ll ask… what the hell is going on?” Buffy looked at the smaller woman who was currently facing off with the taller, older vampire. Liz may be small but when she was pissed nothing could touch her, and with her new power and strength coming out, well as irritated as she was with Angel at the moment, she still didn’t want to see him die.
Angel sighed wearily; looking out the door he noticed the sun was out still… no escape there. “That’s right Liam, you aren’t escaping that easily.” He rolled his eyes at Liz’s insistent tone, it’s now or never… she’ll never leave me alone and the end is too close to be at each other’s throats now. Besides, I shouldn’t have lied to her in the beginning; she’s the only true family I have left. “Fine” he growled, “but remember I warned you that it’s a harsh story.”
Angel looked around the room, staring hard, at every face. This story didn’t apply to over half of them but he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as kicking them out. He’d have to tell everyone, everything, including the back-story. “About a year ago I went to Sunnydale to help Buffy with something. She didn’t know I was there until Xander accidentally squealed, so finding out I had been secretly helping her fight this ‘ghost’ she came to L.A. and let me tell you, she was pissed.” He looked at Buffy, remembering everything that had happened in vivid detail just as he had over and over again for the past year. He could still remember every perfect touch, kiss, every freakin’ syllable that came out of her sweet mouth was music to his ears but pain to his heart. “This next part you won’t remember,” he stated, looking at Buffy again, eyes awash with anguish. “We were attacked by a demon as you know, but what really happened and what you remember are two very different things… You guys might all want to sit down for this.” He sighed and ran a hand over his face wearily as he began pacing back and forth, recounting that one day’s events with reverence and misery.
“We followed it down into the sewers and were on our way for another ‘heartbreaking sewer talk’ as you put it, when we split up, thinking it had gone above ground. You went up and I stayed down tracking it through the sewer system. I found it and killed it but some of its blood mixed with mine and it made me human-“
“What?” screeched Maria, the only who appeared to have a voice at the moment, she looked around bewildered at the solemn faces of Liz and the others. She looked to Buffy who had tears gathering in her eyes and felt her heart squeeze for the older girl. This must be so hard to hear, the love of your life telling you that happiness was within the grasp of your hand and it was taken away.
“Can I finish?” asked Angel quietly, his gaze never leaving Buffy’s… the two lovers locked in a silent tear filled battle of wills. When there was silence in the room, he continued. “We were so happy, we thought that we could finally be together, that this is what we had been waiting for. It was as if the past two years of our lives didn’t matter because we had been given a second chance, but as we’ve learned the PTB isn’t that nice, there’s always a catch. The demon was still alive it had regenerative properties in its blood and the only way to kill it was to smash the jewel on its head.” He paused, waiting for the tirade he was sure was going to come from his sister. Hearing nothing he looked up confused as he took in the fuming form of Liz before him.
“You were made human by a Mohra demon and didn’t see fit to tell me? What if it had happened to me, what then? I’d be freakin’ defenseless and left out there to die because of your stupid deal!” She breathed deeply and looked away from Angel, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture meant for him to keep talking.
“I went to fight it after Doyle had a vision showing it was indeed still alive but I couldn’t defeat it as a man. Buffy, you came and you saved me, you killed the demon and you held me close as my wounds began the slow process of mortal healing, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I couldn’t protect you… so I went back before the Oracles who had originally told me that the whole humanity thing was for real. They told me that if I stayed mortal then you would die, a life for a life so to speak… in a weird twisted way. I gave up my mortality and happiness to save you. They promised me that no one except myself would remember that day and so far no one has until now…” He hung his head, waiting for whatever was to come. The one thing he didn’t expect was to look up and see Buffy in tears; they were silently streaming down her face with no end in sight. “Buffy-“
“No,” she held up her hand, halting whatever he was about to say. “No, you and I… we were happy?” she asked her voice cracking. When she saw him nod she choked back a sob, covering her mouth with her hand. “Why?” It was one word, a question that held so much meaning to everyone in the room, but no one more so than for her and Angel.
“I thought I was protecting you. I’m sorry, but you have to know that I love you so much… I never wanted to see you hurt.”
“Angel, I loved you so much, I still love you so much. You were the one thing that kept me grounded through everything then when I had to send you to hell I died that day. I was a ghost of the person I had been but you came back to me and I fought it, I fought it so hard, trying to keep from loving you. Hell Spike knew I loved you, he knew that we loved each other even through his drunk, delusional ramblings that night. You remember don’t you… what were his words? Oh ya…’ You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood... blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.’ He was right, at least he was man enough to admit it.
I’m a big girl Angel, hell I’m the slayer, I can take care of myself and protect myself, but not from you. You are the one thing that can hurt me. I’ve fought hundreds of monsters and saved the world countless times but who can still get to me? You, you dug into my heart and stayed there, you’re in my blood and in my skin, just like I am with you or does your mark mean nothing? I can’t do this anymore Angel, I’m sick of you taking the choice away from me.” She turned and walked up to her room, never looking back even when she heard the tell tale slap of Liz’s hand against the back of Angel’s head and the irate voice telling him what an asshole he’d been. She didn’t hear anything until the music she put on in her room began to register.
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said,
She lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling and finally letting the tears fall. Why couldn’t things ever be simple with them, they were just a girl and a slightly older boy in love. Why did fate always have to work against them, what had she ever done to the Powers That Be? Why couldn’t he see that after three years of having him, losing him and then finally letting him leave that she was ready to keep him… she just didn’t know if she could find the strength to not let him go this time, she had been through so much. He had hurt her so many times…
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
She let the music wash over her as she felt herself begin to drift into nothingness. Maybe it was all done, after she helped Liz and the others she could leave and go back to Sunnydale, forget about him. Not have anymore contact with any of them, but that would never work. She cared too much about all of them to never look back. Damn him, she thought bitterly, why does he always do this. We were supposed to be happy.
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
So many things had gone wrong in her life, but Angel had been the first good thing. Why then had he been taken away from her? Was she doomed to be alone for the rest of her life? To be a Slayer is to be alone, she thought miserably.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
No matter how much it hurts she resolved before she closed her eyes, no matter what we go through he will always be the one man I love. I’m not giving up on him, I love him and I know he loves me. Something has to go right sooner or later and I’ll be here waiting for it, I’m not giving him up. She fell asleep, drained from the day’s revelations, as the last lines drifted to her ears.
And when the stars fall
I will lie awake
You're my shooting star
A/N: YAY I'm back! Thank you so much for your patience... I'm not completely finished with it yet, but I should be done soon. I have a few more parts done already so I think it'll all be good. Hope you enjoyed!
lyrics: "Goodbye to You" by Michele Branch
quote by Spike from "Lover's Walk"
“What the fuck did you do that for?” asked Cordelia hotly. “He didn’t do anything, he was just standing there and then you decked him… oh my God you’re turning evil already!” She was pacing back and forth, muttering to herself and throwing her arms into the air in exasperation.
Liz watched Angel stand, wiping his busted lip with the back of his hand. “You want to tell them or shall I?” she glared at her brother, anger and irritation coursing through her system. “We’ve had this discussion Liam and I don’t recall you mentioning this bullshit to me. I’m your sister damn it!” She began pacing like Cordelia only she was still ranting at Angel. “You promised me there were no secrets between us… you promised me. You swore up and down on all of your swords and battle axes that there were no secrets between us, so what the hell do you call this, because I know you know what I’m talking about.” She ended up over by the door and put her hand through it, the glass shattering and embedding in her skin even as she shook out the pain and began picking glass from her fresh wound. She winced as it began to sting and bleed more with the glass shards missing.
“I thought I told you not to put your hand through things anymore…” Angel moved to cradle his sister’s hand before she jerked away from him.
“Don’t touch me right now,” she growled, eyes flashing yellow. “Not until you tell the others exactly what you did.”
“Beth, I can’t do that… it’ll hurt too many people-“
“Like me?” she shouted, “You hurt me, by keeping it from me… they, no she deserves to know the truth!”
“I don’t know how you found out!” screamed Angel right back at her, up in her face and personal space as much as she was his. They were facing off and it didn’t look like it was going to end pretty. “They swore to me that nobody would remember.”
“Yeah, well I bet they didn’t expect me, so….” She trailed off, waiting expectantly for Angel to start his explanation. Her stance becoming more and more rigid as the seconds ticked by, her expression was mutinous and she looked ready to kill him on the spot.
“Angel, what’s going on?” asked Buffy uncertainly.
“Nothing,” he bit out, never taking his eyes off of Liz.
“NO!” she exclaimed, “something’s up and I want to know what the hell is going on. I’ve never seen Liz this pissed off before, and trust me she’s been pissed off before. So whatever you did, well you obviously fucked up royally… now, again I’ll ask… what the hell is going on?” Buffy looked at the smaller woman who was currently facing off with the taller, older vampire. Liz may be small but when she was pissed nothing could touch her, and with her new power and strength coming out, well as irritated as she was with Angel at the moment, she still didn’t want to see him die.
Angel sighed wearily; looking out the door he noticed the sun was out still… no escape there. “That’s right Liam, you aren’t escaping that easily.” He rolled his eyes at Liz’s insistent tone, it’s now or never… she’ll never leave me alone and the end is too close to be at each other’s throats now. Besides, I shouldn’t have lied to her in the beginning; she’s the only true family I have left. “Fine” he growled, “but remember I warned you that it’s a harsh story.”
Angel looked around the room, staring hard, at every face. This story didn’t apply to over half of them but he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as kicking them out. He’d have to tell everyone, everything, including the back-story. “About a year ago I went to Sunnydale to help Buffy with something. She didn’t know I was there until Xander accidentally squealed, so finding out I had been secretly helping her fight this ‘ghost’ she came to L.A. and let me tell you, she was pissed.” He looked at Buffy, remembering everything that had happened in vivid detail just as he had over and over again for the past year. He could still remember every perfect touch, kiss, every freakin’ syllable that came out of her sweet mouth was music to his ears but pain to his heart. “This next part you won’t remember,” he stated, looking at Buffy again, eyes awash with anguish. “We were attacked by a demon as you know, but what really happened and what you remember are two very different things… You guys might all want to sit down for this.” He sighed and ran a hand over his face wearily as he began pacing back and forth, recounting that one day’s events with reverence and misery.
“We followed it down into the sewers and were on our way for another ‘heartbreaking sewer talk’ as you put it, when we split up, thinking it had gone above ground. You went up and I stayed down tracking it through the sewer system. I found it and killed it but some of its blood mixed with mine and it made me human-“
“What?” screeched Maria, the only who appeared to have a voice at the moment, she looked around bewildered at the solemn faces of Liz and the others. She looked to Buffy who had tears gathering in her eyes and felt her heart squeeze for the older girl. This must be so hard to hear, the love of your life telling you that happiness was within the grasp of your hand and it was taken away.
“Can I finish?” asked Angel quietly, his gaze never leaving Buffy’s… the two lovers locked in a silent tear filled battle of wills. When there was silence in the room, he continued. “We were so happy, we thought that we could finally be together, that this is what we had been waiting for. It was as if the past two years of our lives didn’t matter because we had been given a second chance, but as we’ve learned the PTB isn’t that nice, there’s always a catch. The demon was still alive it had regenerative properties in its blood and the only way to kill it was to smash the jewel on its head.” He paused, waiting for the tirade he was sure was going to come from his sister. Hearing nothing he looked up confused as he took in the fuming form of Liz before him.
“You were made human by a Mohra demon and didn’t see fit to tell me? What if it had happened to me, what then? I’d be freakin’ defenseless and left out there to die because of your stupid deal!” She breathed deeply and looked away from Angel, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture meant for him to keep talking.
“I went to fight it after Doyle had a vision showing it was indeed still alive but I couldn’t defeat it as a man. Buffy, you came and you saved me, you killed the demon and you held me close as my wounds began the slow process of mortal healing, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I couldn’t protect you… so I went back before the Oracles who had originally told me that the whole humanity thing was for real. They told me that if I stayed mortal then you would die, a life for a life so to speak… in a weird twisted way. I gave up my mortality and happiness to save you. They promised me that no one except myself would remember that day and so far no one has until now…” He hung his head, waiting for whatever was to come. The one thing he didn’t expect was to look up and see Buffy in tears; they were silently streaming down her face with no end in sight. “Buffy-“
“No,” she held up her hand, halting whatever he was about to say. “No, you and I… we were happy?” she asked her voice cracking. When she saw him nod she choked back a sob, covering her mouth with her hand. “Why?” It was one word, a question that held so much meaning to everyone in the room, but no one more so than for her and Angel.
“I thought I was protecting you. I’m sorry, but you have to know that I love you so much… I never wanted to see you hurt.”
“Angel, I loved you so much, I still love you so much. You were the one thing that kept me grounded through everything then when I had to send you to hell I died that day. I was a ghost of the person I had been but you came back to me and I fought it, I fought it so hard, trying to keep from loving you. Hell Spike knew I loved you, he knew that we loved each other even through his drunk, delusional ramblings that night. You remember don’t you… what were his words? Oh ya…’ You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood... blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.’ He was right, at least he was man enough to admit it.
I’m a big girl Angel, hell I’m the slayer, I can take care of myself and protect myself, but not from you. You are the one thing that can hurt me. I’ve fought hundreds of monsters and saved the world countless times but who can still get to me? You, you dug into my heart and stayed there, you’re in my blood and in my skin, just like I am with you or does your mark mean nothing? I can’t do this anymore Angel, I’m sick of you taking the choice away from me.” She turned and walked up to her room, never looking back even when she heard the tell tale slap of Liz’s hand against the back of Angel’s head and the irate voice telling him what an asshole he’d been. She didn’t hear anything until the music she put on in her room began to register.
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
It feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said,
She lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling and finally letting the tears fall. Why couldn’t things ever be simple with them, they were just a girl and a slightly older boy in love. Why did fate always have to work against them, what had she ever done to the Powers That Be? Why couldn’t he see that after three years of having him, losing him and then finally letting him leave that she was ready to keep him… she just didn’t know if she could find the strength to not let him go this time, she had been through so much. He had hurt her so many times…
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything that I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
She let the music wash over her as she felt herself begin to drift into nothingness. Maybe it was all done, after she helped Liz and the others she could leave and go back to Sunnydale, forget about him. Not have anymore contact with any of them, but that would never work. She cared too much about all of them to never look back. Damn him, she thought bitterly, why does he always do this. We were supposed to be happy.
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
So many things had gone wrong in her life, but Angel had been the first good thing. Why then had he been taken away from her? Was she doomed to be alone for the rest of her life? To be a Slayer is to be alone, she thought miserably.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
No matter how much it hurts she resolved before she closed her eyes, no matter what we go through he will always be the one man I love. I’m not giving up on him, I love him and I know he loves me. Something has to go right sooner or later and I’ll be here waiting for it, I’m not giving him up. She fell asleep, drained from the day’s revelations, as the last lines drifted to her ears.
And when the stars fall
I will lie awake
You're my shooting star
A/N: YAY I'm back! Thank you so much for your patience... I'm not completely finished with it yet, but I should be done soon. I have a few more parts done already so I think it'll all be good. Hope you enjoyed!
lyrics: "Goodbye to You" by Michele Branch
quote by Spike from "Lover's Walk"
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CH. 18
Liz looked at her brother; the sadness emanating off of him as he watched Buffy walk away from him was suffocating. “C’mon we’re going to the training room.” She looped her arm through his and led him off in the direction of the back stairs. Turning back to her friends, “Keep yourselves occupied for a while, because we’re going to start your training soon. Right now though, steam needs to be let out.” She smirked as she heard Kyle mutter something like ‘good Lord, she’s going to kill him,’ but kept her face straight as she and Angel entered the dojo they had set up. Watching him walk away from her and lean against the wall at the far end, she sighed and began stretching. “Are you ok?”
Angel grunted a non-committal response and started banging his head against the wall. Pausing when he realized she was staring at him he chuckled to himself. “Don’t you think that’s a pretty loaded question, I mean you did just put me through hell up there, reliving all of that and seeing the look on her face. What do you think the answer to that question is?” he asked bitterly.
“Look I know you’re pissed at me but she had the right to know… damn it I had the right to know. You should have told me Liam, but no… and to find out that way. It was a rush, I could feel your pain and hers, I felt and saw everything that came from both of you during that twenty four hours.” She looked at him trying to gauge his response.
“So you know what it felt like, then why don’t you understand?” He looked at her, trying to find all the answers in her eyes. He felt so lost, he didn’t know what to do about Buffy or how to protect his little sister from the biggest and oldest evil in the universe. His world was falling apart and he just felt like he was slipping further and further away.
“I know as well as you do that what you did was stupid and not thought through. Angel, for the love of everything that is good and holy, what would possess you to do something like that? I know you thought you were protecting Buffy but honestly? You’re just segregating yourself more and more from the rest of us. We’re a team,” she sighed and looked at him again. “We work together to protect each other and when you take it upon yourself to act solo, well brother, bad things happen.”
“Like when you went after Doyle on your own?”
She looked up startled and irritated to find a teasing smirk on his face. “That was different! He was in danger and I did whatever it took to make him safe again…” she trailed off as she saw the knowing nod from her brother. “I really hate you sometimes you know that?” she growled. “But the point is you shouldn’t have taken the choice away from Buffy. So now the question is, what are you going to do about it?”
Angel looked around the room, thoughts began whizzing through his head as the events of the previous few days began to coalesce in his poor bedraggled mind. He didn’t know what he was going to do… hell he didn’t know if he would be alive by the end of the full moon. He glanced down and looked at the scuffed mat on the floor, banged and broken from the past year of training he and Liz had spent together. He would protect his sister with everything in him, she and Buffy were his life… he didn’t know what he would do if he didn’t have them. Sighing to himself he resolved that he would try to atone for his past with Buffy if given the chance. He looked up into his sister’s deep chocolate eyes that matched his own. “I’ll try to fix things once whatever is going to go down is finished. If we live through this… to see another day, then I will do whatever it takes to make peace with Buffy.” He watched her nod in acceptance and then cough slightly. “Hey, you ok?”
“Wait, you know what has me confused, if they had fated Buffy to die then wouldn’t that be removing two of the biggest players in the end prophecy?” Liz began pacing, thoughtfully chewing on her lip. “If you were made human and could die easily as a human and Buffy then became fated to die then they wouldn’t have anyone on their side, except maybe me.” She looked up at Angel trying to see if any of this was sinking in. “But if you were human you wouldn’t be able to train me and Buffy would be gone so we’d all be off our game, we’d be relatively lost if one of us were to be gone. It doesn’t make sense, if you want to win a war why take out your generals?” She stopped and faced Angel once more, “Do you get it?”
“No, you’re right it doesn’t make sense, something’s got to be going on… there has to be more to it than this.” Angel glanced up at Liz and sighed, “I don’t know what’s going on, and maybe it will be clearer after all this is over with. Right now, my main priority is having all of us together at the end of this battle. Whatever is happening, we’ll face it when this is over.” He looked up sharply as Liz began coughing again. “Are you ok, that’s the second time?”
“Yeah, I’m fine… must’ve had something stuck in my throat.” She looked up and saw the protective glint in her brother’s eyes. “Liam, I’m fine… we don’t get sick remember.”
“That’s what has me worried, are you sure you’re good?”
“Peachy with an extra side of keen. Now you ready to teach my friends how to kick a little ass vampire style?” she smirked as she thought of all she had in store for her friends. She noticed the matching smirk her brother wore and turned to holler up the stairs for everyone to come down. While they waited, Liz waved her hand over her body, transforming into her fighting clothes and did the same for Angel. She looked up as her friends came hesitantly down the stairs, hearing Cordelia had her snickering. “I don’t see any dust floating around the room…”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t kill him, although I was tempted…” She held up her hands in surrender at the glare that was shot her way. “Sorry, sorry,” she grumbled, “nobody knows how to take a joke anymore.” She looked at her friends, her family, as they stood before her. They had all been through so much together, but this would be their hardest fight yet, she knew they all had the strength within them to see this through. Now, it’s just a matter of bringing that strength out, she thought briefly. Her gaze connected with Max’s briefly and she nodded greetings at him. The two old flames had talked some things out and everything seemed to be cool. She understood that he had just wanted to protect her, protect his family from what he wasn’t comfortable with, and he understood that she had to stay here, that Angel, Doyle, and the others were her family. They both knew they would still be connected as friends, hell more like family, but that their past was just that… the past. The road they had traveled had been rough, but it looked to be clear of obstacles from here on out. That is if I don’t die….
“All righty then my friends of the otherworldly persuasion… why don’t you lot do your ‘voodoo’,” Doyle wiggled his fingers while grinning at the aliens. “And then come out on the mats.” He loped over to where Liz and Angel were standing and had her change his clothes using her own ‘voodoo’.
“Is somebody going to tell Buffy?” asked Tess hesitantly.
Liz looked upward, towards the general direction Buffy’s room was. Sighing she flexed her hands, “No, it’s probably better for her to relax for a little bit.” She coughed again and shook her head slightly, rolling her shoulders; she seemed to shake it off.
“Are you ok?” asked Angel again, looking at her intently. “That’s the third time you’ve coughed and this time you shook your head. Beth, what’s going on?” He inched over to her, peering down at her in concern.
“I’m fine, I told you I was fine, probably just a little tired.” She edged away from her brother discreetly, moving towards the others.
“Liz, you want me to check?” asked Max, picking up on Angel and now Doyle’s concern. “You know, just in case.”
Liz looked at him, her eyes briefly flashing irritation. “I’m good Max,” she sighed, “I promise I’m good, thanks though.”
Kyle looked around at the stressed faces, “Alright,” he cleared his throat, “let’s get started.” He knew he needed to get them focused on something else; the body language in the room was flashing a big warning sign. He looked at Liz and saw her visibly relax as the focus was taken away from her and her ‘health’.
“Ok guys, we’re going to teach you the basics of fighting and how to protect yourselves. Yes, you have your powers and they will come in handy but this will also show you the other ways to protect yourselves plus this is also for Alex and Maria, who don’t have powers. We’re going to show you a few stances and defensive maneuvers as well as offensive. What we show you will help in this battle, I want all of you to stay safe and don’t do anything daring, leave the real fighting to us, just take care of each other.” Liz dropped down onto the mat, “But first things first, stretch out.” She, Angel, and Doyle led the others in a series of stretches and meditative breathing techniques before they all stood again.
“Alright, here’s the deal… I want all of you to pair off and after Angel, Liz and I show ya something, you’ll work on it.” Doyle turned to face off against Liz and Angel stood back talking the Roswellians through the maneuvers.
“Hey, maybe I’ll get good enough one day with all this training that I’ll be able to kick your ass when you do something universally stupid like this again!” shouted Cordelia as she snuck up behind Angel and slapped him on the back of his head. The guys winced as they heard the hit, stepping away to avoid the wrath of Liz and Cordelia, not to mention the other girls.
“OW! Fuck it what the hell was that for?”
“Damn that felt good, I’ve been wanting to do that since upstairs,” Cordelia looked down at her hand in slight shock, as if she couldn’t believe she’d actually slapped her boss and friend. Recovering from her stunned state of being she looked up and glared once more at Angel. “I may not be an uber-vampire like Liz, or the Slayer like Buffy, or hell even an alien like these guys over here… but I’ll be damned before I let you get away with anything half as retarded as that again. I mean hell Angel, what were you thinking?”
Angel looked around the room, glaring at those who were snickering. Everyone immediately shut up except Liz and Doyle. They both shrugged their shoulders with looks of innocence plastered across both their faces, until they looked at each other once more and burst out laughing again. “I realize I was wrong, Liz has already done more than enough to get that point across and I’m going to talk to Buffy when I get a chance, when all this is over, if not before. Now can we please get on with this?” When everyone nodded and moved over to the side in pairs he turned once more to his sister and friend.
“Liz is the attacker and Doyle is defending, if she charges you can grab by any upper body part, preferably the arm or back of the neck and sweep down by kicking out her legs.” Everyone watched as Doyle took down Liz, pinning her to the mat. “You’ll all have stakes on you and you’ll probably be fighting vampires so as soon as they’re pinned, plunge the stake into their hearts.” Liz and Doyle showed them the same maneuver and a few more before sending them to spread out and practice. The two vampires and demon walked among their friends, showing them where to concentrate and what to work on while encouraging them and working together to further their own abilities.
They continued working well on two hours when Buffy walked downstairs she looked to Angel and he nodded following her back up the stairs and out the door. Everyone stopped and stared after them until Liz snapped at them, “What do you think you’re lookin’ at, get back to work!”
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“Maybe he is worthy, sister. We’ll have to wait and see.” The ‘young man’ looked towards his female companion before turning back to the mirror through which they watched the mortal realm.
“He is worthy, they’ve been through so much… once they prove themselves it will all be over.” The female oracle looked into the mirror, it has to be over…
Liz looked at her brother; the sadness emanating off of him as he watched Buffy walk away from him was suffocating. “C’mon we’re going to the training room.” She looped her arm through his and led him off in the direction of the back stairs. Turning back to her friends, “Keep yourselves occupied for a while, because we’re going to start your training soon. Right now though, steam needs to be let out.” She smirked as she heard Kyle mutter something like ‘good Lord, she’s going to kill him,’ but kept her face straight as she and Angel entered the dojo they had set up. Watching him walk away from her and lean against the wall at the far end, she sighed and began stretching. “Are you ok?”
Angel grunted a non-committal response and started banging his head against the wall. Pausing when he realized she was staring at him he chuckled to himself. “Don’t you think that’s a pretty loaded question, I mean you did just put me through hell up there, reliving all of that and seeing the look on her face. What do you think the answer to that question is?” he asked bitterly.
“Look I know you’re pissed at me but she had the right to know… damn it I had the right to know. You should have told me Liam, but no… and to find out that way. It was a rush, I could feel your pain and hers, I felt and saw everything that came from both of you during that twenty four hours.” She looked at him trying to gauge his response.
“So you know what it felt like, then why don’t you understand?” He looked at her, trying to find all the answers in her eyes. He felt so lost, he didn’t know what to do about Buffy or how to protect his little sister from the biggest and oldest evil in the universe. His world was falling apart and he just felt like he was slipping further and further away.
“I know as well as you do that what you did was stupid and not thought through. Angel, for the love of everything that is good and holy, what would possess you to do something like that? I know you thought you were protecting Buffy but honestly? You’re just segregating yourself more and more from the rest of us. We’re a team,” she sighed and looked at him again. “We work together to protect each other and when you take it upon yourself to act solo, well brother, bad things happen.”
“Like when you went after Doyle on your own?”
She looked up startled and irritated to find a teasing smirk on his face. “That was different! He was in danger and I did whatever it took to make him safe again…” she trailed off as she saw the knowing nod from her brother. “I really hate you sometimes you know that?” she growled. “But the point is you shouldn’t have taken the choice away from Buffy. So now the question is, what are you going to do about it?”
Angel looked around the room, thoughts began whizzing through his head as the events of the previous few days began to coalesce in his poor bedraggled mind. He didn’t know what he was going to do… hell he didn’t know if he would be alive by the end of the full moon. He glanced down and looked at the scuffed mat on the floor, banged and broken from the past year of training he and Liz had spent together. He would protect his sister with everything in him, she and Buffy were his life… he didn’t know what he would do if he didn’t have them. Sighing to himself he resolved that he would try to atone for his past with Buffy if given the chance. He looked up into his sister’s deep chocolate eyes that matched his own. “I’ll try to fix things once whatever is going to go down is finished. If we live through this… to see another day, then I will do whatever it takes to make peace with Buffy.” He watched her nod in acceptance and then cough slightly. “Hey, you ok?”
“Wait, you know what has me confused, if they had fated Buffy to die then wouldn’t that be removing two of the biggest players in the end prophecy?” Liz began pacing, thoughtfully chewing on her lip. “If you were made human and could die easily as a human and Buffy then became fated to die then they wouldn’t have anyone on their side, except maybe me.” She looked up at Angel trying to see if any of this was sinking in. “But if you were human you wouldn’t be able to train me and Buffy would be gone so we’d all be off our game, we’d be relatively lost if one of us were to be gone. It doesn’t make sense, if you want to win a war why take out your generals?” She stopped and faced Angel once more, “Do you get it?”
“No, you’re right it doesn’t make sense, something’s got to be going on… there has to be more to it than this.” Angel glanced up at Liz and sighed, “I don’t know what’s going on, and maybe it will be clearer after all this is over with. Right now, my main priority is having all of us together at the end of this battle. Whatever is happening, we’ll face it when this is over.” He looked up sharply as Liz began coughing again. “Are you ok, that’s the second time?”
“Yeah, I’m fine… must’ve had something stuck in my throat.” She looked up and saw the protective glint in her brother’s eyes. “Liam, I’m fine… we don’t get sick remember.”
“That’s what has me worried, are you sure you’re good?”
“Peachy with an extra side of keen. Now you ready to teach my friends how to kick a little ass vampire style?” she smirked as she thought of all she had in store for her friends. She noticed the matching smirk her brother wore and turned to holler up the stairs for everyone to come down. While they waited, Liz waved her hand over her body, transforming into her fighting clothes and did the same for Angel. She looked up as her friends came hesitantly down the stairs, hearing Cordelia had her snickering. “I don’t see any dust floating around the room…”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t kill him, although I was tempted…” She held up her hands in surrender at the glare that was shot her way. “Sorry, sorry,” she grumbled, “nobody knows how to take a joke anymore.” She looked at her friends, her family, as they stood before her. They had all been through so much together, but this would be their hardest fight yet, she knew they all had the strength within them to see this through. Now, it’s just a matter of bringing that strength out, she thought briefly. Her gaze connected with Max’s briefly and she nodded greetings at him. The two old flames had talked some things out and everything seemed to be cool. She understood that he had just wanted to protect her, protect his family from what he wasn’t comfortable with, and he understood that she had to stay here, that Angel, Doyle, and the others were her family. They both knew they would still be connected as friends, hell more like family, but that their past was just that… the past. The road they had traveled had been rough, but it looked to be clear of obstacles from here on out. That is if I don’t die….
“All righty then my friends of the otherworldly persuasion… why don’t you lot do your ‘voodoo’,” Doyle wiggled his fingers while grinning at the aliens. “And then come out on the mats.” He loped over to where Liz and Angel were standing and had her change his clothes using her own ‘voodoo’.
“Is somebody going to tell Buffy?” asked Tess hesitantly.
Liz looked upward, towards the general direction Buffy’s room was. Sighing she flexed her hands, “No, it’s probably better for her to relax for a little bit.” She coughed again and shook her head slightly, rolling her shoulders; she seemed to shake it off.
“Are you ok?” asked Angel again, looking at her intently. “That’s the third time you’ve coughed and this time you shook your head. Beth, what’s going on?” He inched over to her, peering down at her in concern.
“I’m fine, I told you I was fine, probably just a little tired.” She edged away from her brother discreetly, moving towards the others.
“Liz, you want me to check?” asked Max, picking up on Angel and now Doyle’s concern. “You know, just in case.”
Liz looked at him, her eyes briefly flashing irritation. “I’m good Max,” she sighed, “I promise I’m good, thanks though.”
Kyle looked around at the stressed faces, “Alright,” he cleared his throat, “let’s get started.” He knew he needed to get them focused on something else; the body language in the room was flashing a big warning sign. He looked at Liz and saw her visibly relax as the focus was taken away from her and her ‘health’.
“Ok guys, we’re going to teach you the basics of fighting and how to protect yourselves. Yes, you have your powers and they will come in handy but this will also show you the other ways to protect yourselves plus this is also for Alex and Maria, who don’t have powers. We’re going to show you a few stances and defensive maneuvers as well as offensive. What we show you will help in this battle, I want all of you to stay safe and don’t do anything daring, leave the real fighting to us, just take care of each other.” Liz dropped down onto the mat, “But first things first, stretch out.” She, Angel, and Doyle led the others in a series of stretches and meditative breathing techniques before they all stood again.
“Alright, here’s the deal… I want all of you to pair off and after Angel, Liz and I show ya something, you’ll work on it.” Doyle turned to face off against Liz and Angel stood back talking the Roswellians through the maneuvers.
“Hey, maybe I’ll get good enough one day with all this training that I’ll be able to kick your ass when you do something universally stupid like this again!” shouted Cordelia as she snuck up behind Angel and slapped him on the back of his head. The guys winced as they heard the hit, stepping away to avoid the wrath of Liz and Cordelia, not to mention the other girls.
“OW! Fuck it what the hell was that for?”
“Damn that felt good, I’ve been wanting to do that since upstairs,” Cordelia looked down at her hand in slight shock, as if she couldn’t believe she’d actually slapped her boss and friend. Recovering from her stunned state of being she looked up and glared once more at Angel. “I may not be an uber-vampire like Liz, or the Slayer like Buffy, or hell even an alien like these guys over here… but I’ll be damned before I let you get away with anything half as retarded as that again. I mean hell Angel, what were you thinking?”
Angel looked around the room, glaring at those who were snickering. Everyone immediately shut up except Liz and Doyle. They both shrugged their shoulders with looks of innocence plastered across both their faces, until they looked at each other once more and burst out laughing again. “I realize I was wrong, Liz has already done more than enough to get that point across and I’m going to talk to Buffy when I get a chance, when all this is over, if not before. Now can we please get on with this?” When everyone nodded and moved over to the side in pairs he turned once more to his sister and friend.
“Liz is the attacker and Doyle is defending, if she charges you can grab by any upper body part, preferably the arm or back of the neck and sweep down by kicking out her legs.” Everyone watched as Doyle took down Liz, pinning her to the mat. “You’ll all have stakes on you and you’ll probably be fighting vampires so as soon as they’re pinned, plunge the stake into their hearts.” Liz and Doyle showed them the same maneuver and a few more before sending them to spread out and practice. The two vampires and demon walked among their friends, showing them where to concentrate and what to work on while encouraging them and working together to further their own abilities.
They continued working well on two hours when Buffy walked downstairs she looked to Angel and he nodded following her back up the stairs and out the door. Everyone stopped and stared after them until Liz snapped at them, “What do you think you’re lookin’ at, get back to work!”
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“Maybe he is worthy, sister. We’ll have to wait and see.” The ‘young man’ looked towards his female companion before turning back to the mirror through which they watched the mortal realm.
“He is worthy, they’ve been through so much… once they prove themselves it will all be over.” The female oracle looked into the mirror, it has to be over…
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CH. 19
“We need to talk.” Buffy turned from her position in the lobby to face Angel. They had been standing in silence for about ten minutes since leaving the dojo. “I know you were trying to protect me in some weird twisted sense of the word, but I’m a big girl. I don’t need you to watch my every move, just because you have about two hundred and twenty years or so of experience on me doesn’t give you the right to act like my father. I’m the Slayer, Angel, and that kind of gives me free reign to take care of myself, I’ll never escape it but I could use with some happiness in my life. I don’t know what will happen to us, but I want you with me.” She stopped and looked up at him expectantly, waiting for any kind of response.
Angel pinched the bridge of his nose in resignation, sighing he looked heavenward. “I love you Buffy, and I want to be with you and it’s not so much you I’m worried about, it’s me. I’m one moment of happiness kablooey guy…” He paused and looked down in confusion before glancing back up again,”… sorry I think I just channeled Cordelia. The point is I’m scared I’ll lose control, I can’t let Angelus out again, I can’t hurt you again.” He looked down sadly, stiffening slightly in surprise when he felt Buffy’s small hand on his arm.
“You’re hurting me more by not being with me Angel. We’ll be careful and someday when you become mortal again we’ll have time for us. Right now, I just want you.” She looked up into his warm brown eyes and saw the love he had for her reflected there. She knew they were going to face many trials, they already had, but she knew as long as she had him by her side things would work out. She felt her breath catch as he pulled her into his arms, she rested her head against his chest, breathing in his scent once more and she sighed deeply, this was home, he was her home. She smiled and closed her eyes, relishing the moment as she felt him rest his chin on her head. Wrapping her arms around his waist she just breathed in the moment… that was broken all to soon by the whispered sounds of Doyle and Liz coming up the stairs.
“No I don’t think she killed him… now be quiet!” Liz breathed a frustrated sigh at her lover. “Doyle if she killed him I think I might have to kill her, you know him being my brother and all.”
Angel looked down in amusement at Buffy, “Why does everyone think that I’m going to be killed by you or Liz?”
“I don’t know, but it is a kind of funny thought.” She looked up as Liz and Doyle came sneaking into the room. “I guess our moment is gone, but we are good right?” She looked hopefully at Angel and felt warmth flood her system at his small nod.
“What do you think he’s going to do put on tights and a cape and go prancing around the city to earn us business?” The two heard Liz’s voice come through once again, this time joined by Cordelia.
“He doesn’t have to wear a cape and tights, I just thought we should have some kind of publicity.”
“I don’t think I want to see Angel in tights and a cape,” snickered Kyle as he and the others joined the three eavesdroppers.
“Don’t need to see him, I just got a mental image and it wasn’t pretty?” grimaced Doyle. “I think I’m going to go blind…”
“You guys can come out, we know you’re there,” called Angel. He looked at the others and had to hold back a laugh at the ashamed faces of his friends and sister. “What were you guys doing?”
“Well when you didn’t come back down we got nervous,” exclaimed Liz defiantly, glaring at her brother as if daring him to contradict her. “I mean c’mon when you two get together it’s kind of… explosive.”
“Kind of like when you and I are in the same room for to long huh?”
“Hey, that’s not fair, I just sometimes get to annoyed with your over-protectiveness. I can’t be faulted for that can I?”
“Nooo,” smirked Kyle, “you could never be faulted for something like that.” He kept snickering to himself after he dodged Liz’s side blow and ran to hide behind Cordelia.
“Oh no you don’t, you’re not hiding behind me from her of all people!” shrieked Cordelia.
“Cordy, you know I wouldn’t hurt you,” said Liz sweetly, her face a mask of innocence.
“Hah, ya right… you remember that time you and I went to ‘Celts’ and you got in the bar fight and you punched me? You freakin’ knocked me out cold and didn’t even have the decency to remember the next morning!”
“Hello! Hangover! I didn’t do it on purpose and the events of that night are still a little fuzzy so I stand by the fact that I didn’t punch you.”
“Liz, I thought you said your vampirism helped with controlling alcohol in your bloodstream,” said Isabel, slightly confused.
“Yeah… heh… I had a lot to drink that night…” Liz laughed uncomfortably. “A lot.”
“How much is a lot Liz?” asked Michael, smirking at her obvious discomfort.
“Umm…. Ten shots of tequila, five rounds of ale, six drafts of Guiness, and some various other things thrown in there, if I remember correctly.” She looked at her brother, Doyle and Cordelia who were snickering to themselves. “You guys aren’t helping!” she hissed softly, glaring at them pointedly.
Doyle coughed to hide his laughter then looked at Liz in all seriousness. “I kind of like you when your drunk… you’re really funny.”
“I’ll show you funny.” She strode towards him and he caught her around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Now, now love, is that any way to talk to the man you love?” He pulled her lips up to his, smirking the entire time. After thoroughly kissing her he pulled away and turned to the others, Liz still snuggled up next to him.
“So what’ the plan?” asked Max.
“We could go to ‘Celts’, get Liz drunk off her ass again and see what kind of mischief ensues,” smirked Angel.
“Ha, ha, ha, yes let’s all laugh at Liz and her one night of drunken entertainment.” Liz looked at all of her friends as they tried to hide their amusement.
“One drunken night? Please, you’ve got to be…” Kyle trailed off at Liz’s glare.
“What were you saying Kyle?” asked Tess, missing the look Liz had shot.
“Nothing, nothing at all… so ‘Celts’, sounds like fun.” He looked up relieved when Liz wasn’t shooting him murderous glares anymore. “Hey, maybe we can re-enact our last time there,” he smirked.
Liz looked at him, the excitement for what the night held already claiming her. “Yeah, only without the vampire attack… I think I could do without it.”
“Hey maybe we can go do karaoke afterwards,” exclaimed Kyle.
Liz looked at him in disbelief. “Do you not remember last night?” At his blank look she sighed and held out her hand, “Just run your face into my hand… I don’t have the energy to slap you myself.”
“So we’re going clubbing?” asked an excited Maria.
“Looks like it,” said Angel sighing dramatically.
“Yes!” squealed the girls minus Liz and Buffy. “Okay, we’re going to get ready,” said Isabel, immediately taking control. “You boys better be back down here and ready in two hours.” She shot them a glare as she walked upstairs with the other girls. She turned and zapped Michael when she heard his muttered ‘Heil”, “I heard that,” she growled.
“Wow, somebody’s been spending way to much time with Liz lately,” laughed Kyle as he walked upstairs to go ahead and get ready himself. The other guys looked around at each other before Doyle shrugged his shoulders and walked upstairs with the rest of them following.
“We need to talk.” Buffy turned from her position in the lobby to face Angel. They had been standing in silence for about ten minutes since leaving the dojo. “I know you were trying to protect me in some weird twisted sense of the word, but I’m a big girl. I don’t need you to watch my every move, just because you have about two hundred and twenty years or so of experience on me doesn’t give you the right to act like my father. I’m the Slayer, Angel, and that kind of gives me free reign to take care of myself, I’ll never escape it but I could use with some happiness in my life. I don’t know what will happen to us, but I want you with me.” She stopped and looked up at him expectantly, waiting for any kind of response.
Angel pinched the bridge of his nose in resignation, sighing he looked heavenward. “I love you Buffy, and I want to be with you and it’s not so much you I’m worried about, it’s me. I’m one moment of happiness kablooey guy…” He paused and looked down in confusion before glancing back up again,”… sorry I think I just channeled Cordelia. The point is I’m scared I’ll lose control, I can’t let Angelus out again, I can’t hurt you again.” He looked down sadly, stiffening slightly in surprise when he felt Buffy’s small hand on his arm.
“You’re hurting me more by not being with me Angel. We’ll be careful and someday when you become mortal again we’ll have time for us. Right now, I just want you.” She looked up into his warm brown eyes and saw the love he had for her reflected there. She knew they were going to face many trials, they already had, but she knew as long as she had him by her side things would work out. She felt her breath catch as he pulled her into his arms, she rested her head against his chest, breathing in his scent once more and she sighed deeply, this was home, he was her home. She smiled and closed her eyes, relishing the moment as she felt him rest his chin on her head. Wrapping her arms around his waist she just breathed in the moment… that was broken all to soon by the whispered sounds of Doyle and Liz coming up the stairs.
“No I don’t think she killed him… now be quiet!” Liz breathed a frustrated sigh at her lover. “Doyle if she killed him I think I might have to kill her, you know him being my brother and all.”
Angel looked down in amusement at Buffy, “Why does everyone think that I’m going to be killed by you or Liz?”
“I don’t know, but it is a kind of funny thought.” She looked up as Liz and Doyle came sneaking into the room. “I guess our moment is gone, but we are good right?” She looked hopefully at Angel and felt warmth flood her system at his small nod.
“What do you think he’s going to do put on tights and a cape and go prancing around the city to earn us business?” The two heard Liz’s voice come through once again, this time joined by Cordelia.
“He doesn’t have to wear a cape and tights, I just thought we should have some kind of publicity.”
“I don’t think I want to see Angel in tights and a cape,” snickered Kyle as he and the others joined the three eavesdroppers.
“Don’t need to see him, I just got a mental image and it wasn’t pretty?” grimaced Doyle. “I think I’m going to go blind…”
“You guys can come out, we know you’re there,” called Angel. He looked at the others and had to hold back a laugh at the ashamed faces of his friends and sister. “What were you guys doing?”
“Well when you didn’t come back down we got nervous,” exclaimed Liz defiantly, glaring at her brother as if daring him to contradict her. “I mean c’mon when you two get together it’s kind of… explosive.”
“Kind of like when you and I are in the same room for to long huh?”
“Hey, that’s not fair, I just sometimes get to annoyed with your over-protectiveness. I can’t be faulted for that can I?”
“Nooo,” smirked Kyle, “you could never be faulted for something like that.” He kept snickering to himself after he dodged Liz’s side blow and ran to hide behind Cordelia.
“Oh no you don’t, you’re not hiding behind me from her of all people!” shrieked Cordelia.
“Cordy, you know I wouldn’t hurt you,” said Liz sweetly, her face a mask of innocence.
“Hah, ya right… you remember that time you and I went to ‘Celts’ and you got in the bar fight and you punched me? You freakin’ knocked me out cold and didn’t even have the decency to remember the next morning!”
“Hello! Hangover! I didn’t do it on purpose and the events of that night are still a little fuzzy so I stand by the fact that I didn’t punch you.”
“Liz, I thought you said your vampirism helped with controlling alcohol in your bloodstream,” said Isabel, slightly confused.
“Yeah… heh… I had a lot to drink that night…” Liz laughed uncomfortably. “A lot.”
“How much is a lot Liz?” asked Michael, smirking at her obvious discomfort.
“Umm…. Ten shots of tequila, five rounds of ale, six drafts of Guiness, and some various other things thrown in there, if I remember correctly.” She looked at her brother, Doyle and Cordelia who were snickering to themselves. “You guys aren’t helping!” she hissed softly, glaring at them pointedly.
Doyle coughed to hide his laughter then looked at Liz in all seriousness. “I kind of like you when your drunk… you’re really funny.”
“I’ll show you funny.” She strode towards him and he caught her around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Now, now love, is that any way to talk to the man you love?” He pulled her lips up to his, smirking the entire time. After thoroughly kissing her he pulled away and turned to the others, Liz still snuggled up next to him.
“So what’ the plan?” asked Max.
“We could go to ‘Celts’, get Liz drunk off her ass again and see what kind of mischief ensues,” smirked Angel.
“Ha, ha, ha, yes let’s all laugh at Liz and her one night of drunken entertainment.” Liz looked at all of her friends as they tried to hide their amusement.
“One drunken night? Please, you’ve got to be…” Kyle trailed off at Liz’s glare.
“What were you saying Kyle?” asked Tess, missing the look Liz had shot.
“Nothing, nothing at all… so ‘Celts’, sounds like fun.” He looked up relieved when Liz wasn’t shooting him murderous glares anymore. “Hey, maybe we can re-enact our last time there,” he smirked.
Liz looked at him, the excitement for what the night held already claiming her. “Yeah, only without the vampire attack… I think I could do without it.”
“Hey maybe we can go do karaoke afterwards,” exclaimed Kyle.
Liz looked at him in disbelief. “Do you not remember last night?” At his blank look she sighed and held out her hand, “Just run your face into my hand… I don’t have the energy to slap you myself.”
“So we’re going clubbing?” asked an excited Maria.
“Looks like it,” said Angel sighing dramatically.
“Yes!” squealed the girls minus Liz and Buffy. “Okay, we’re going to get ready,” said Isabel, immediately taking control. “You boys better be back down here and ready in two hours.” She shot them a glare as she walked upstairs with the other girls. She turned and zapped Michael when she heard his muttered ‘Heil”, “I heard that,” she growled.
“Wow, somebody’s been spending way to much time with Liz lately,” laughed Kyle as he walked upstairs to go ahead and get ready himself. The other guys looked around at each other before Doyle shrugged his shoulders and walked upstairs with the rest of them following.
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CH. 20
Liz and the others stood in the entryway of ‘Celts’ later that night, letting the pulsing bass wash over them and for Liz, she let it carry away all of her problems. She looked at her family in pride as she saw everyone paired off and seemingly happy. Tess and Max were standing together and tentatively holding hands, they both looked great with Tess in a short pale blue halter dress and white go-go boots and Max in black cargos with a deep green button down shirt. They glanced at each other and smiled before heading off into the crowd packed on the dance floor. Liz looked at Maria and Michael next and noticed that her friends looked as good together as they always did; Ria’s brown leather molded to her body, both the pants and tube top clung to her like a second skin, and Michael’s all black made them contrast well together. They also disappeared into the crowd shortly after arriving. Isabel and Alex had been seen heading to the bar with Angel and Buffy who were all dressed to kill, especially Angel since Liz had set out his clothes. Isabel and Buffy were in red and pink, Buffy was wearing a white mini skirt and a pink off the shoulder blouse while Isabel was in red leather pants and a black tube top, both their men where in black pants and even though Angel was in all black, his shirt was a nice black silk shirt open over a black wifebeater and Alex was wearing a blue silk shirt over a white wifebeater. Liz looked at the last two and smirked, Kyle and Cordelia were yet again ramming their tongues down each other’s throats and of course, they both were dressed great while they were at it. Cordelia was wearing a strapless chocolate dress that stopped at her knees but had a slit up to her thigh and Kyle was in blue jeans and a tight brown t-shirt, they looked good together.
She glanced at Doyle out of the corner of her eye and appraised him, feeling her mouth water she smiled as she realized yet again that this man was all hers. He was dressed in black cargos and a black wifebeater, his cobalt eyes were sharp and clear as she watched them flit around the club. His black hair was unruly as always but it worked for him and made him that much more attractive. She glanced down at their joined hands, noticing his pale features contrasted and blended with her own, in an exquisite palate and sharpened his features that much more, showing off his high cheekbones and soft kissable lips. She looked down at herself, clad in black leather pants that clung to her small frame like a second skin and her shimmering black halter-top. Looking up into his eyes she felt herself becoming lost in their depths, sighing in contentment when he lowered his mouth to hers for a soft, sweet kiss. She was pulled from her heaven on earth when she heard Kyle’s unrelenting voice tugging at her consciousness. “What?” she asked dazedly.
“C’mon, let’s show our friends how it’s done here in L.A.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her in devilish amusement. He held out his hand to Liz and waited for her to tear herself away from Doyle before placing her tiny hand in his much larger one. Pulling her to him he moved to drag her out on the floor but not before turning and placing a quick kiss on Cordelia’s lips. He led a giggling Liz out to the middle of the dance floor much to the amusement of their abandoned significant others. Feeling their friends come up and surround them they began dancing as a new song began and Kyle pulled her flush against him. “Well what do you know… same song as last time,” he smirked as they began rocking together.
They say I'm crazy
I really don't care
That's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn
Getting boys is how I live
Liz looked up at Kyle, grinning as she mouthed the words to the song, feeling them move through her as she grinded her body against his. She could feel every hard plane of his body against her softer ones and knew in that moment, as crazy as it sounded that he would always be there for her. She loved him, in a brotherly way, but it was a bond that would never be broken. The two of them had been through so much and that was a connection that they could never break. She placed her hands on his shoulders and held on as he swept her backwards, running his hands up and down her body. They continued to grind together, every eye on them and the seductive sway of their bodies.
Trying hard to make it right
Not long ago
Before I won this fight
She locked eyes with him before she felt him dip her backwards, her long hair brushing the floor of the club. She could feel everyone’s eyes on them as the crowd parted for her and Kyle to continue dancing. Glancing around, her gaze collided with Doyle’s as she smiled and winked at him before being pulled back up. She turned her back to Kyle’s front and continued to rock into him, running her hands over her body and up through her hair. She reached to her sides and pulled his arms around her waist, anchoring themselves together.
Everybody's talking all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live?
I don't need permission, make my own decisions
That's my prerogative
that's my prerogative
(it's my prerogative)
She dropped down, her knees hitting the ground before she slowly crawled back up his body to the hoots and hollers of the others. Feeling Doyle come up behind her she turned in Kyle’s arms to face her lover, “Miss me?”
“Why don’t you go dance with your own woman Valenti, and leave me to dance with mine?” he good-naturedly slapped Kyle on the back as he moved off to pounce on an unsuspecting Cordelia. Doyle wrapped his arms around Liz’s tiny waist as the next song started, he pulled her to him and began rocking his hips into hers, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time.
Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
Words are only words
Can you show me something else
Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way
Show me how you feel
More than ever baby
He grasped her wrist gently as he slid his hand up and down her arm, feeling her silky smooth skin as she moved to wrap her arm around his neck. Liz looked up at him, placing a soft, feather like kiss on his lips before she laid her head against his shoulder. She felt him wrap one arm around her waist, anchoring her to him while the other one held her own hand in place over his heart. She wrapped her other arm around his waist, as much anchoring him to her. They moved to the sultry beat pumping out of the speakers.
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
While Liz and Kyle had had every eye on them for their overtly sexual dancing and playfulness, every eye was now on Doyle and Liz, staring in awe at the fluidity of their movements. They danced seamlessly, the silky, husky voice of Rob Thomas floated over the club as Liz and Doyle moved as one. The strobe lights flickered off and on around them, illuminating the gleam of sweat covering their bodies. They seemed to glide over the floor, never paying any interest to the bodies all around, safe and secure in their own little bubble. Doyle spun her out, smiling at the look of ecstasy apparent on her face as her hair spun about, wrapping around her face and twinkling eyes. He jerked her back in quickly where they both once again wrapped themselves up the way they had been.
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore
Liz ran her fingers up through his thick, wavy hair and pulled his head down to her own for a steamy kiss as she rocked her hips into his. She smirked against his lips as she felt his growing arousal pressed against her midsection and proceeded to grind further into him, never releasing his lips. She jumped slightly as she felt his hand grasp her ass, pulling her further into him, groaning as he pulled back slightly panting. They continued to move together, Doyle’s hand moving back up her spine, chasing away the shivers she felt, or more accurately enticing them to continue. He cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her silky locks before splaying his hand across her lower back once more. She moved her leg between his, bringing them closer together and leaned into him as he leaned backwards, her chest plastered to his.
What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me
What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me
What if it was paradise, what if we were symphonies
What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you
Doyle slowly dipped Liz backwards, his hand holding her steady as she felt the floor fall away. She felt free and safe, safer than she had been in a long time. Doyle looked down at her, body bent backwards, hair falling all around, and the biggest smile on her face that he had seen in a long time, and he felt his heart tug at the beauty in his arms. He cherished her more than anything and he would do anything to protect her and love her. Pulling her back up to him, he smiled softly at her and raised their arms up, lacing their fingers together he continued to move against her. They rocked their bodies back and forth, their lips meeting in a soulful kiss that held so much promise as the music continued.
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore
Everything faded away, the applause and cheers from their audience and friends, the strobe lights, the music from the next song starting, Doyle and Liz didn’t hear any of it. They had eyes only for each other. They leaned together for one last kiss before leaving the dance floor and joining their friends at the table. They ordered drinks and toasted each other, carrying on into the early morning hours when they all finally went back to the hotel. There was peace that night, in each heart, in each soul and mind. Nothing could come between this family…
lyrics:
Britney Spears- "My Perogative"
Rob Thomas- "Lonely No More"
Liz and the others stood in the entryway of ‘Celts’ later that night, letting the pulsing bass wash over them and for Liz, she let it carry away all of her problems. She looked at her family in pride as she saw everyone paired off and seemingly happy. Tess and Max were standing together and tentatively holding hands, they both looked great with Tess in a short pale blue halter dress and white go-go boots and Max in black cargos with a deep green button down shirt. They glanced at each other and smiled before heading off into the crowd packed on the dance floor. Liz looked at Maria and Michael next and noticed that her friends looked as good together as they always did; Ria’s brown leather molded to her body, both the pants and tube top clung to her like a second skin, and Michael’s all black made them contrast well together. They also disappeared into the crowd shortly after arriving. Isabel and Alex had been seen heading to the bar with Angel and Buffy who were all dressed to kill, especially Angel since Liz had set out his clothes. Isabel and Buffy were in red and pink, Buffy was wearing a white mini skirt and a pink off the shoulder blouse while Isabel was in red leather pants and a black tube top, both their men where in black pants and even though Angel was in all black, his shirt was a nice black silk shirt open over a black wifebeater and Alex was wearing a blue silk shirt over a white wifebeater. Liz looked at the last two and smirked, Kyle and Cordelia were yet again ramming their tongues down each other’s throats and of course, they both were dressed great while they were at it. Cordelia was wearing a strapless chocolate dress that stopped at her knees but had a slit up to her thigh and Kyle was in blue jeans and a tight brown t-shirt, they looked good together.
She glanced at Doyle out of the corner of her eye and appraised him, feeling her mouth water she smiled as she realized yet again that this man was all hers. He was dressed in black cargos and a black wifebeater, his cobalt eyes were sharp and clear as she watched them flit around the club. His black hair was unruly as always but it worked for him and made him that much more attractive. She glanced down at their joined hands, noticing his pale features contrasted and blended with her own, in an exquisite palate and sharpened his features that much more, showing off his high cheekbones and soft kissable lips. She looked down at herself, clad in black leather pants that clung to her small frame like a second skin and her shimmering black halter-top. Looking up into his eyes she felt herself becoming lost in their depths, sighing in contentment when he lowered his mouth to hers for a soft, sweet kiss. She was pulled from her heaven on earth when she heard Kyle’s unrelenting voice tugging at her consciousness. “What?” she asked dazedly.
“C’mon, let’s show our friends how it’s done here in L.A.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her in devilish amusement. He held out his hand to Liz and waited for her to tear herself away from Doyle before placing her tiny hand in his much larger one. Pulling her to him he moved to drag her out on the floor but not before turning and placing a quick kiss on Cordelia’s lips. He led a giggling Liz out to the middle of the dance floor much to the amusement of their abandoned significant others. Feeling their friends come up and surround them they began dancing as a new song began and Kyle pulled her flush against him. “Well what do you know… same song as last time,” he smirked as they began rocking together.
They say I'm crazy
I really don't care
That's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn
Getting boys is how I live
Liz looked up at Kyle, grinning as she mouthed the words to the song, feeling them move through her as she grinded her body against his. She could feel every hard plane of his body against her softer ones and knew in that moment, as crazy as it sounded that he would always be there for her. She loved him, in a brotherly way, but it was a bond that would never be broken. The two of them had been through so much and that was a connection that they could never break. She placed her hands on his shoulders and held on as he swept her backwards, running his hands up and down her body. They continued to grind together, every eye on them and the seductive sway of their bodies.
Trying hard to make it right
Not long ago
Before I won this fight
She locked eyes with him before she felt him dip her backwards, her long hair brushing the floor of the club. She could feel everyone’s eyes on them as the crowd parted for her and Kyle to continue dancing. Glancing around, her gaze collided with Doyle’s as she smiled and winked at him before being pulled back up. She turned her back to Kyle’s front and continued to rock into him, running her hands over her body and up through her hair. She reached to her sides and pulled his arms around her waist, anchoring themselves together.
Everybody's talking all this stuff about me
Why don't they just let me live?
I don't need permission, make my own decisions
That's my prerogative
that's my prerogative
(it's my prerogative)
She dropped down, her knees hitting the ground before she slowly crawled back up his body to the hoots and hollers of the others. Feeling Doyle come up behind her she turned in Kyle’s arms to face her lover, “Miss me?”
“Why don’t you go dance with your own woman Valenti, and leave me to dance with mine?” he good-naturedly slapped Kyle on the back as he moved off to pounce on an unsuspecting Cordelia. Doyle wrapped his arms around Liz’s tiny waist as the next song started, he pulled her to him and began rocking his hips into hers, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time.
Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
Words are only words
Can you show me something else
Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way
Show me how you feel
More than ever baby
He grasped her wrist gently as he slid his hand up and down her arm, feeling her silky smooth skin as she moved to wrap her arm around his neck. Liz looked up at him, placing a soft, feather like kiss on his lips before she laid her head against his shoulder. She felt him wrap one arm around her waist, anchoring her to him while the other one held her own hand in place over his heart. She wrapped her other arm around his waist, as much anchoring him to her. They moved to the sultry beat pumping out of the speakers.
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
While Liz and Kyle had had every eye on them for their overtly sexual dancing and playfulness, every eye was now on Doyle and Liz, staring in awe at the fluidity of their movements. They danced seamlessly, the silky, husky voice of Rob Thomas floated over the club as Liz and Doyle moved as one. The strobe lights flickered off and on around them, illuminating the gleam of sweat covering their bodies. They seemed to glide over the floor, never paying any interest to the bodies all around, safe and secure in their own little bubble. Doyle spun her out, smiling at the look of ecstasy apparent on her face as her hair spun about, wrapping around her face and twinkling eyes. He jerked her back in quickly where they both once again wrapped themselves up the way they had been.
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore
Liz ran her fingers up through his thick, wavy hair and pulled his head down to her own for a steamy kiss as she rocked her hips into his. She smirked against his lips as she felt his growing arousal pressed against her midsection and proceeded to grind further into him, never releasing his lips. She jumped slightly as she felt his hand grasp her ass, pulling her further into him, groaning as he pulled back slightly panting. They continued to move together, Doyle’s hand moving back up her spine, chasing away the shivers she felt, or more accurately enticing them to continue. He cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her silky locks before splaying his hand across her lower back once more. She moved her leg between his, bringing them closer together and leaned into him as he leaned backwards, her chest plastered to his.
What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me
What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me
What if it was paradise, what if we were symphonies
What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you
Doyle slowly dipped Liz backwards, his hand holding her steady as she felt the floor fall away. She felt free and safe, safer than she had been in a long time. Doyle looked down at her, body bent backwards, hair falling all around, and the biggest smile on her face that he had seen in a long time, and he felt his heart tug at the beauty in his arms. He cherished her more than anything and he would do anything to protect her and love her. Pulling her back up to him, he smiled softly at her and raised their arms up, lacing their fingers together he continued to move against her. They rocked their bodies back and forth, their lips meeting in a soulful kiss that held so much promise as the music continued.
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore
Everything faded away, the applause and cheers from their audience and friends, the strobe lights, the music from the next song starting, Doyle and Liz didn’t hear any of it. They had eyes only for each other. They leaned together for one last kiss before leaving the dance floor and joining their friends at the table. They ordered drinks and toasted each other, carrying on into the early morning hours when they all finally went back to the hotel. There was peace that night, in each heart, in each soul and mind. Nothing could come between this family…
lyrics:
Britney Spears- "My Perogative"
Rob Thomas- "Lonely No More"
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