“Four vamps and one demon, Giles,” Buffy said as she entered the library at Sunnydale High one morning. “Whatcha doing?” she asked, approaching the table her Watcher was seated at. “Ooooh, nice,” she said, approving of the sketch of the handsome male in Giles’s book.
“Oh, Buffy! It’s good that you’re here. I need to speak with you,” Giles said, looking up from the texts he had scattered over the table.
“What about?”
“Just some Slayer history. Nothing to be worried about,” he said off-handedly.
This worried her. “So tell me, then,” she said, seating herself on the small section of the table which wasn’t covered in books and notes.
“Very well. As you know, Buffy, being the Slayer is not just about killing demons. It’s about ridding the world of evil; protecting people.”
“Yes, and…” Buffy said. “You’re scaring me, Giles.”
“Sometimes Slayers are used in negotiations with residents of other dimensions. The Council needs you to do your duty,” he told her, anxiously cleaning his glasses before returning them to their perch on his nose.
“So I have to strike a deal about some other dimension? Okay.”
“Buffy, you’re part of the deal. You leave tomorrow, after school. I have everything for the ritual.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, confused. “Where am I going?”
“You are going to live with Angelus le Fey, a Fey king from Queen Mab’s dimension.”
“What? Why?”
“Because the Council believes it will be a wise course of action if we are to remain at peace with Angelus.”
“And you’re just letting them have me?” she asked angrily, crossing her arms.
“Of course not!” Giles exclaimed, standing up to pace in front of where Buffy was seated on the table. “They need you, though, and I cannot keep you from your duty.”
“Oh. So I should pack for a week?”
“You will be there for at least a year, perhaps two. Pack whatever you can fit in a small suitcase.”
“A year? Two years?” Buffy asked, dismayed.
“I must outline your mission to you as well,” Giles told her, returning to his seat and wiping his glasses again. “You have to make Angelus fall in love with you, and you must bear a legitimate child.”
“What? No! No way!”
“Buffy, there are very real consequences if you do not go along with this.”
“So the world’ll end?”
“You’ll die.”
“Huh?” She looked up from where she’d been tracing the hemline of her skirt.
“You’re a myth,” Giles told his Slayer. “You won’t exist without believers. Neither will Angelus. You see, your child is prophesised to be a great hero and to bring people back to the Old Ways, the system of beliefs that describe your existence. This means you’ll be able to keep your Slayer status, and resume patrols as normal once you return.”
“What will happen if no one believes?”
“You’ll disappear. You’ll fade and then, one day, you’ll be gone.”
“But what about vampires? Won’t they disappear, too?”
“No, vampires are not a myth, they’re a nightmare. A fear.”
“I won’t just lose my powers? I’ll actually be gone?” Buffy asked desperately.
“You’ll fade into thin air, Buffy,” he told her harshly. “You must complete your duty, for yourself and for the Council.”
“Oh,” she said, not quite sure whether to laugh or cry.
“So you’ll go freely?”
“I guess I have to. I will,” she told him.
“Pack a bag and say goodbye to your friends and family. I’ll see you here tomorrow morning.”
Buffy started to leave.
“Oh, and Buffy…”
She turned back to face him.
// I’ll miss you. Good luck. Be careful. // “Nothing; never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“’Kay.”
Chapter Two
Buffy stuffed her gym bag with clothes, shoes, photos… Mr Gordo.
“I’m leaving, Buffy!” Joyce called up the stairs.
“Coming!” She placed the note on her pillow, blinking away tears as she though of what her mother would go through when she was gone.
The car ride to school was silent, Buffy being lost in her thoughts. Naturally, she was scared, having just been told that her fate was sealed for the next year. She was supposed to sleep with some king and have his child, but what if she couldn’t find him? What if the portal she was to travel through opened in the middle of a forest, or worse yet, the ocean? Hopefully the Council had figured out these details. Frightened as she was, she really just wanted to get there and get home.
“Have a nice day, sweetie,” Joyce said, kissing her daughter’s cheek as they pulled up to the school.
Buffy regarded her mother.
// Goodbye. I love you. I’ll miss you. // “See you later.”
Buffy watched her mother drive away, tears in her eyes. When would she see her again?
~~
“Change into this,” Giles instructed his Slayer, handing her a mass of fabric. “You can use my office.”
Buffy took the dress and did as he asked. Upon returning, she found Willow and Xander waiting.
“Wow, Buffy,” Willow commented, while Xander seemed to have a problem forming coherent words.
The dress was floor-length with long, arm-hugging sleeves, but was sheer from mid-thigh down. Most of the back as well as the sleeves were sheer too, and the whole thing had intricate gathered sections which created the effect of a much fuller skirt and slimmer waistline. The delicate white sandals she wore complemented the pale blue ensemble perfectly.
“Ah, Willow and Xander. I see you’ve come to say your goodbyes as well,” Giles said as he emerged from the stacks.
“Goodbyes?” asked Xander.
Willow put two and two together. “They still sacrifice virgins? Shouldn’t she be wearing white?”
“Willow!” Buffy admonished, embarrassed.
“Buffy’s leaving in precisely two minutes.”
“I have to go away,” the Slayer told her friends. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
// You’re my best friends. I love you. I don’t want to go. I’ll miss you. Take care of yourselves. //
“Tell my mother that I love her,” Buffy said, allowing Giles to lead her over to the pentagram he’d drawn on the floor, where he’d placed her bag.
“Wait, Buffy-” Xander called, but she disappeared in a burst of light. “Buffy?”
“She’s gone,” Giles told them sadly, retreating to his office.
“Where did you send her?” Xander demanded, advancing on the librarian.
He paused in the office doorway. “Nowhere! She was taken. It was destined. Perhaps you two should leave.”
“C’mon, Xander,” Willow said, tugging her friend’s arm. “Let’s go.” She threw a dirty look at Giles and exited the library, a fuming Xander in tow.
~~
“Buffy, how are you?” Jenny asked, watching the Slayer as she opened her eyes slowly.
“Where am I?” she asked sleepily, stretching out on the chaise lounge.
“Sleeping Beauty awakens,” a deeper voice remarked. Turning her head slightly, she could see the source. He was hot; tall, dark, and handsome. Kind of like…
“Hush, Master Angelus,” Jenny reprimanded. “I’m here to help you, Buffy. My name is Jenny.”
“Thank you, you’re dismissed,” Angelus told the maid. “Get out!”
“Yes, Master,” she said, fleeing immediately.
“I’m going to have some fun with you,” Angelus said once only he and Buffy remained in the room.
“Are you Angelus le Fey?” Buffy asked quietly, fearful of this powerful man.
“Please, call me Angelus. Better yet, scream it.” He caught her lips in a hard kiss and she found herself responding, allowing him entrance to her mouth. Finally coming to her senses, she pushed him away.
“Get away from me!” she demanded.
“Jenny!” Angelus called, and the woman appeared almost instantly. “Tonight, 6pm. It shall be done.”
“What shall be done?” Buffy asked, but she was met with no answer. Jenny led her outside to the gardens and the two of them picked flowers, which would later be twisted through Buffy’s hair.
Chapter Three
As Angelus watched Buffy approach him, all he could do was smile. It worried him; he’d never even pretended to smile in the past. Frowning, he took her hand and pulled her towards his rooms.
“Stop!” she exclaimed. “I want to show off my new look.”
“They saw,” he told her, referring to the guests he’d entertained for dinner earlier, some of whom were still in his parlour, sipping tea. Buffy had walked past them as she sought him out.
“Angelus,” she whined.
“Buffy,” he growled, slinging her over his shoulder. He climbed a frighteningly elegant staircase before dumping her on his bed, closing and locking the doors. He returned to her for what he suspected would be the ride of his life.
“Take of your clothes,” he ordered, removing his own.
“What?” she asked incredulously.
“You’re not a-” he stopped, then sniffed her neck. “I’ll be your first?”
“Yes,” she told him quietly, almost ashamed of her virginal status. Clearly he was not similarly concerned.
“Oh, what a heady mix! A Slayer and a virgin! I’ll make your first time something to remember.”
She had no doubt that he would keep his promise. In her dreams, she was loved before she gave it up. He’d take her to a nice hotel or perhaps decorate his room with candles. The bed would be covered in rose petals and Alicia Keyes would be playing in the background. That was her idea of a perfect first time; not this. But for the sake of her mission, she submitted.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered again, grinning. When she hesitated, he slapped her across her face. “Now!”
Buffy complied, hands shaking as she reached behind her to pull down the zipper. The dress fell to the floor. Her bra and panties followed, and she removed her sandals as Angelus settled himself on the large bed.
“Take your hair out,” he told her, and she pulled the elastic out so that the blonde tresses fell over her shoulders and down her back. “Come here.”
The tears in her eyes threatened to fall as she crawled onto the bed beside him. The pillows looked so inviting, she would like to sleep on this bed, but it worried her what would come before that.
“Wait,” she said, and Angelus raised his gaze from her breasts to her eyes. “Are we to be married?”
“Married?”
“Or am I your mistress?” she continued.
“I have no wife,” he told her caressing her hand before raising it to his lips. “Would you like to be bound to me?”
Why didn’t he know about the prophecy? He should have been informed. If this child wasn’t legitimate, then she perhaps would have to have another- “I suppose so. If we’re going to sleep together,” she told him hesitantly.
“You are most certainly not of this dimension!” he exclaimed, pulling her closer so that he could kiss her neck. “For how else would you answer so indifferently?”
“I believe you must be in love before you commit your life to someone,” she said sadly, memories of ruined dates fresh in her mind. How could she ever meet someone willing to accept her late-night patrolling, her gruelling constant training schedule?
“Then perhaps I shall never marry.” With that, he pushed her onto her back and covered her body with his.
“Mmm, perhaps,” she agreed absently as his lips descended on hers. His kisses were demanding but not harsh, his hands moving to her breasts, causing her to moan into his mouth.
Buffy arched her back, inadvertently rubbing her hips against his. Her eyes widened when she felt his hard length, and she pushed him away. “Please, Angelus, I’m only small,” she pleaded. “I don’t even know how to please you.”
“I can show you,” he said, moving so that he was next to her on the bed. “You were fine a moment ago, lover.” He held onto one of her legs, pulling it over his hip to keep her from scrambling away, and used the other hand to separate her folds.
“No,” she whimpered, clutching at the bed sheets.
“Yesss,” he hissed, sinking slowly into her hot, tight core. “You’re perfect, baby.”
“It hurts,” she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, Angelus, it hurts.” She clung to his shoulders, head burying in his shoulder as she wriggled, only to find that it was less painful to just lie still.
“Shhh,” he soothed, attempting to force his entire length into her. “Relax.”
“I can’t!” she exclaimed, tensing further.
He stopped his movements, soothing her with soft kissed first to her mouth and then to her breasts.
Buffy’s head fell back as she accepted his affection and she rolled onto her back, him following.
Angelus raised his head to regard her; she was an angel, her golden hair covering the pillow and causing an unearthly glow to surround her face. Her pale, creamy skin was velvet to his touch, and he marvelled at her responses as he lightly fingered her clit.
“Ohhh…” she moaned, her gaze meeting his.
“You’re exquisite,” he told her, mesmerized by her body’s obvious reactions to his ministrations.
“Angelus!” she screamed as he thrust rapidly into her, the soreness of earlier having faded somewhat. She came with a series of gasps and moans, prompting his own orgasm.
“Buffy,” he whispered, emptying himself into her core.
Buffy regained her breath when Angelus rolled off of her. He pulled her against him, his chest to her back, and she snuggled into his warm embrace, content to rest for now and leave her thoughts of marriage for another time.
Chapter Four
A/N: Thank you for all the excellent feedback! My last exam is on Monday, so I’ll hopefully be writing a lot after that.
“Master Angelus?” Jenny called, knocking on the door to his bedroom “Master, I have your morning meal.”
“Come in,” he replied. “Quiet!” he ordered as she closed the door behind her. “My mistress is still asleep.”
“She must be tired from her travels,” Jenny replied, referring to a mental journey rather than a physical one. That poor girl, pulled from her dimension and pushed into Angelus’s bed.
He said nothing, more focused on stroking Buffy’s hair. Still asleep, she attempted to turn over. He stopped her movements, holding her shoulders so she stayed. He wanted to watch her beautiful face while she slept.
Buffy woke immediately. Yawning and blinking, she spotted the man leaning over her. “Angelus!” she exclaimed. Jenny looked on as she freed herself from his grasp and drew the sheets up to cover herself.
“Buffy,” he sighed, pulling her against him. He planted a light kiss on her lips before burying his face in her neck. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she replied, confused.
“Mistress Buffy,” Jenny greeted. With a wave of her hand, the candles around the room lit up. The curtains stayed closed. “Master Angelus does not favour natural light in the morning,” she explained, setting out breakfast on the small table across the room.
Buffy gazed around the lavishly decorated room nervously. How would her mother be waking up this morning? Angry, worried? Her friends? She was snapped back to reality as Angelus scooped her up in his arms, carrying her sheet-covered form to the breakfast table.
“Leave us,” he told Jenny was she was serving the champagne, and watched her as she closed the door. He handed Buffy a delicate glass of the bubbly liquid.
“You’re spoiling me,” she said after taking a sip.
“I don’t understand,” he told her, filling his plate while watching what she chose for herself.
Buffy took a muffin with coloured bits through it and cut a small amount off, tasting it reluctantly. The dots turned out to be chocolate coated in a sugary substance and she ate the rest of the treat quickly. “Surely you can’t eat like this every morning.”
“On Fridays for the morning meal I attend a banquet in the dining hall. You’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
“You start drinking at breakfast every day?”
“And you do not?” Angelus countered, amused. He watched her consume yet another muffin before moving on to a bowl of strawberries and blueberries.
“I’m not old enough to drink.”
“What do you mean?”
She put down the fork she’d been spearing fruit with in favour of another muffin. “There are laws about alcohol where I come from.”
“I see. We have several of our own, although yours sound very strange if they refer to age. Exactly how old are you, Buffy?”
She paused. What if laws detailing the age of consent were strict here? Could they cut off her head in this dimension? “Sixteen,” she admitted hesitantly.
“Young enough,” he said, returning to his meal.
“What?” she asked.
“My mother asked me to join with a girl of but fourteen years last month,” Angelus told her. “Selena? Serena? Some such name. The daughter of an allied king. But Jenny learned of the prophecy, of course, and advised me against the union.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh. And you’re… twenty?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Oh.” This place was so different from her home, she observed for what seemed like the millionth time.
“Have you finished?”
“What?”
“With breakfast,” Angelus elaborated. “Perhaps you would prefer to recline on the bed.”
Buffy looked over at the huge bed they’d shared the night before. “Okay,” she agreed, mostly so as to avoid conversation. She appeared confused when he followed her.
“I would not have suggested something should I not benefit from it myself,” he told her. “Perhaps you would like a shower instead?” He seemed to expect her glare. “Your closet is behind that door. You will find your bag inside,” he pointed, sprawling across the bed.
Chapter Five
A/N: This chapter deals with Sunnydale. Joyce, Giles, Willow and Xander mostly.
“Buffy,” Joyce called, knocking on her daughter’s door. “Time to wake up!”
Rather than the “five more minutes, mom!” she expected to hear, no sound came from the room.
“Buffy?” She pushed the door open, looking around. Nothing was out of place. Textbooks were stacked on the desk, the bed was neatly made- A note sat on one of the pillows!
She unfolded it, reading the few short lines quickly. She didn’t understand. What was this about needing her space? Going away for a year or two? Oh god, her daughter was melodramatic and it had finally gotten her in trouble. She was gone.
~~
Xander and Willow stood outside the library, feeling lost. What were they going to do without Buffy to hang with between classes? The common areas were too crowded and the library was deadly silent now.
Willow caught Xander’s eye, then quickly looked away. Sure they were best friends, but Buffy was the other third to their triangle now and it was awkward without her. She flashed him a small smile. Only Buffy could ever give her the confidence to really talk to her crush, and without her here there was no way she could last a whole lunch hour with him.
~~
Giles read through text after text, trying to find a way to bring Buffy back. The council would just have to find someone else to go through with this ridiculous prophecy.
There were thousands of spells for returning to one’s own dimension, but very few similar ones to be performed by those summoning a person back to their world.
He read and re-read his volumes on Angelus, suddenly motionless as he translated a paragraph he must have missed earlier. Jenny was his loyal attendant, his servant. The picture was old but it was clear that this was his Jenny. The love of his life. The woman who left him years ago for reasons unknown.
If he could find a spell, he could rescue both his Slayer and his love. Angelus couldn’t hold either of them willingly. Surely not.
~~
Back at the Summers’ house, Joyce dialled the phone.
“Sunnydale Police. How may I help you?”
“It’s my daughter. She’s only sixteen. There’s a note-” Joyce began.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Please slow down. You’re daughter’s been kidnapped?” the officer asked.
“No, she ran away!”
“And she’s sixteen years old. What’s her name?”
“Buffy Summers.”
“Very well. This note, did she write it?”
“Yes,” Joyce told her, toying with the phone cord nervously.
“When was the last time you saw her?”
“Last night… no, yesterday morning. When I dropped her off at school.”
“Mrs Summers, please stay calm. I’ve written down everything you’ve told me so it’s on file. We can’t officially do anything for 48 hours after she’s disappeared, so give us a call in the morning, but until then I’ll keep an eye out for her.”
“Oh, thank you officer.”
“You’re welcome. Bye, Mrs Summers.”
~~
“So…” Willow began, picking at her jello-like dessert. It had something suspended in it. Perhaps a jelly bean, or a… french fry?
“Yeah.” Xander flipped the page of his history text, finding most of the content of the chapter to be unfamiliar. Not a good thing when the test was next period.
“I miss Buffy,” she sulked. “We wouldn’t be studying if she were here. We’d be talking and laughing and having fun.”
“I miss her too, Wills, but a guy has to pass. Can you explain this to me again?”
“Explain what?”
“Chapter eleven.”
~~
Giles fell asleep in his office that night, exhausted after going through almost all his books. Text after text and none had anything else about Jenny. He’d discovered more about Angelus, though.
That bastard of a king was known for having an eye for beauty and being selective in both his partners and his friends. Buffy was having a difficult time with him, no doubt. Since he couldn’t bring her back, he could only hope that the prophecy would be fulfilled. If no child was produced, it would spell disaster for them all.