Title: Should the Wide World Roll Away
Rating: R for violence
Concrit: Please! Comments are always welcome. I love to know you're reading.
Disclaimer: All characters are borrowed with respect from Joss Whedon.
Warnings: Torture scene.
Summary: Buffy is a teenage girl and Giles is the voice of reason. Spike goes out and Angelus gets his evil on.
Notes: While this is not my first time writing (as I'm an English/creative writing major), it is my first time writing and posting fic. I hope everyone enjoys. I'll be trying to update as often as I can, time allowing.
"I thought I told you to stay out of my business."
All three seated at the table turned to see Buffy standing at the door to the library, glare fixed on Xander. Before any of them could react, Buffy had already crossed the room, and now stood imperiously over Xander, looking down at him with distaste.
"What is it with you?" She did not pause for an answer before continuing. "I don't know what makes you think you have the right to come in here and weasel your way into my life but I am so over it."
Giles attempted to interrupt but Buffy kept going, now on a roll. "I was heading here because I needed to talk to Giles and man am I glad because I was just in time to hear the story you were telling about my boyfriend."
"Buff –, " Xander tried, but Buffy just raised her voice further.
"I'll just say this once for the benefit of all the obnoxiously nosy people in the room. My boyfriend is not a vampire! I would know if he was a vampire! I'm the Slayer!"
"Are you quite finished?" Giles said after Buffy stopped to take a breath.
"Actually, I – "
"Wonderful. Because I think you should know before you continue that you are likely grossly misinformed about this…Angel you are defending so adamantly."
"Giles, you don't actually believe what he's saying! "
"I intend to collect further information and do some research to confirm Mr. Harris's claims, but yes, I believe him to be trustworthy," Giles said tersely.
"But Giles – "
"Enough, Buffy. As I said, I will obtain what I need to corroborate everything that has been said, but you will stay away from this Angel until I find out for certain."
"But – "
"Do you ever stop talking?" Xander blurted out, more to himself than anyone else in the room. When he realized the outburst had caused the attention to turn to him, however, he continued. "Buffy. I have better things to do with my time than coming here just to screw with your love life. So please, I'm begging you, stop thinking like…you…for five seconds and consider that maybe I'm telling the truth. That I don't want to see you die. Especially not at the hands of the same bastard that killed my mom."
Xander stood then, not wanting to stay in the library any longer. His mind was already drifting away, and Xander wondered to himself what Spike was doing; if he was awake yet. Turning toward Giles, Xander hesitated for a moment before addressing the man.
"Um…I think I'm gonna jet. If you need more information, or want to talk to me some more I'll be around. If it's alright I'd kind of like to keep up with the situation. I'm not ashamed to say that Angelus freaks me out in a big way."
"Of course…Xander, is it?" Giles said, meeting Xander's eyes and smiling warmly at the boy. "Stop in the library any time you like. You're always welcome here," he added, his eyes darting to catch Buffy's, emphasizing his words.
Xander glanced back at the table and Cromwell opened his mouth as if to say something but he forestalled anything Cromwell was going to say with a glare. When he turned around again, the glare was gone and Xander attempted a small smile directed toward Giles and Buffy.
"Well…bye," Xander said, slightly awkwardly.
Giles bid him a good day before turning to Buffy once more. Xander took long strides, pushing through the swinging doors of the library and walking down the hall as quickly as he could without seeming suspicious. He didn't slow his pace until he was two blocks away from the school and on his way to Julian's. As he continued on his way, Xander decided if Spike was still asleep, he'd just wake him up.
"I don't see why I have to stay here."
"We're wasting time, luv. I'm not taking you with me and that's final."
"But – "
"Forget it. I want you right here where I know you're safe."
Xander rounded on Julian, then. "Julian. Tell him. I should go with him, right? I should go with Spike or he shouldn't go at all."
Julian was seated at a desk off in a corner of the living room. There were several stacks of books crowding the desk space and two age-worn volumes open in front of him. Julian leaned in closer to examine a passage, then turned the page with a flick, the quiet rustle of paper sounding unnaturally loud.
"It is wise of Spike to suggest you stay behind," Julian said without looking up from the page he was examining.
"But – "
"It's not a suggestion. You're staying here with Julian, pet. I'll be back before you know it."
"Spike…," Xander started, the beginnings of a pout forming on his face.
Spike grinned. "Cute as you are, luv, you're not gonna sway me. Now. I'm going. Be good," Spike said, leaning in to peck Xander on the forehead.
"You're a jerk, Spike," Xander said sullenly. "What makes you think Angelus won't kill you?"
"Know 'im, don't I?" Spike said as casually as he could. "He may be a sadistic bastard but he recognizes family."
Spike shot Xander a grim smile before turning toward the door. "I'll be back quick as I can, pet. Don't you worry."
Spike's hand had wrapped around the doorknob and he was turning it to open the door when Julian spoke again.
"Think of what you have to lose. Do not allow your past to cloud your judgment."
Spike paused, the door partway open, but did not turn around. "Thanks, mate. I'll keep that in mind."
"You know, I have to tell you, I do appreciate the stupidity of the people in this town." Angelus grinned wildly down at the pretty brunette he had bound and gagged, laid out on the dining room table. The girl's terrified screams were muffled through the gag and she clenched her eyes shut tightly, tears streaming down her face, taking perfectly applied eyeliner and mascara with them. Angelus reached down, twisting the bar of metal protruding from her stomach viciously.
Angelus chuckled, wrenching the metal out of the girl and bringing it up to his face. He dragged his finger down the bar to collect the blood before licking it off with relish.
"Mmm! Damn, but you taste good, baby." Angelus walked toward the table again. The girl's whole body was shaking now, despite her efforts to stay calm. Angelus leaned down then, bringing his face close to the girl's to whisper in her ear.
"I'm going ta kill you, pretty. An' yer being such a good little victim. Couldn't make me any happier. Unless…"
The girl let out a horrified scream and Angelus laughed, digging his index finger deeper into the wound where the metal bar had been.
"Ahh. You've such a lovely voice. Let me hear it, pretty. Let me hear ya beg ta die."
The girl was convulsing with pain, and she turned her head to the side as she felt vomit begin to rise. Tears continued to run down her cheeks and the girl's face turned red as she choked; the gag she was wearing forced her to swallow the sick back down.
A noise came from the hallway, then, drawing a gleeful Angelus' eyes away from the girl for just a second.
"Get away from the girl, Angelus."