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Title: Shattered Dreams (formerly titled as Reversal of Roles)
Author: Pixie
Disclaimer: Sadly, I dont own any of them. If I did, I doubt Buffy and
Angel would be going through the hell of being apart. Dont sue me!
Distribution: I would gladly let you it, just PLEASE tell me where its
going.
Relationships: Buffy/Angel, W/O, C/X, and G/Jenny and maybe Spike/?
Authors Note: Au fic
Authors Note2: < > means a persons thoughts., means italicized
Authors Note3: Angel is a vampire hunter, not a vampire slayer like Buffy
(in the show).
Spoilers: I dont think there is any spoilers.
Feedback: Only if you want me to continue........ remember, no feedback = no
continue, simple as that. It's not a threat, it's just that if no one seems
to like this fic, than what's the point in finishing it? right?
Rating: PG to PG 13ish
Summary: Angel is a vampire hunter and Buffy is a vampire with no soul. They
meet, fall in love, the whole forbidden love thing happens, and... read and
youll find out.
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Part One
Salem Town, Massachusetts
Year: 1692
The town was in a frenzy. Burning down houses of supposed witches, fear and
anger clearly on their disheveled faces. Smothered by smoke.
In a cabin, near the woods, was a girl who watched fearfully. Knowing that
she was next in their wrath.
Buffy watched fearfully as she saw her neighbors and their neighbors coming
towards her cabin. Many of the villagers had torches in their hands while
others had knives and other kinds of weapons.
Buffy was beginning to panic; she grabbed her bonnet and tied it tightly
around her head. Buffy ran out of her cabin through the back door and into
the woods. She could hear the villagers angry cries as they saw her get
away from them.
Get her! Yelled a villager. Yells and screaming could be heard as the
people chased after the runaway witch.
Buffy never stopped her running, she would look back every few minutes to see
if the people were gaining on her. Her breathing was coming out in ragged
puffs.
After running for what felt like an hour, but in reality it was only 20
minutes, Buffy began to slow down. Buffy looked around her to see where she
was. She found herself at a clearing in the woods.
Seeing a trunk in the middle, Buffy walked slowly over there and sat down.
She tried to get her breath back so that she could concentrate on her
surroundings.
Buffy didnt really know why people accused her of being a witch, working
with the black arts, at all. All she knew was that they were afraid of her.
People were spreading rumors about her when she had moved into a cabin. Her
mother and father had died, from a disease that she couldnt remember its
name, when she was only 5 years old. Her uncle, Giles took care of her after
their deaths.
Giles was a librarian. He raised her up as an individualist, teaching her to
read and write.
For this, everyone accused her of being a witch.
When Buffy had somewhat regained her breath enough so that she wouldnt
faint, she looked at her surroundings. All around her were trees, grass, and
shrubs. She noticed that the sun had already gone down, leaving the forest
in darkness. The only light was coming from the eerie glow of the moon.
Buffy knew that it was not safe to be outside all alone, especially in the
dark. She didnt know what lurked behind the trees, but she could feel the
fear in her stomach.
Suddenly there was a rustle to the left of her.
Buffy stood up and found a branch to ward off whatever was behind the trees.
Show yourself. Im not afraid of you. Buffy said to the creature, her
voice a bit shaky.
A few moments later, a hand crept out of the woods.
Im not a witch! Go away! Buffy said, she thought she was talking to one
of the villagers.
As a response, she got a chuckle from the person. He finally showed himself
and stepped into the light of the moon.
Why, child, I never said you were a witch. I wonder how you can be accused
of such a crime? The man said, his accent was somewhat familiar to an Irish
accent.
Thats none of your business. What are you doing here in the woods, sir?
Buffy said, she was not one to be an impolite child as the man says.
But, of course, its my business. You were wrongly accused of being a
witch when it was because they fear you. Why dont you give them all
something to fear? The man said.
And what might that be that they shall fear me? Is it a curse? Then they
would have proof of me being a witch. I am not going to take that chance.
Buffy replied. Although she was interested in what the man has to say, she
really didnt want to give the villagers proof of her witchcraft.
Not a curse, child. But eternal life. I can give you eternal life to do
what you will to those people who accused you of performing the black arts.
The man said, he knew she was somewhat interested, albeit she wont admit it
to herself.
And how, might I ask, will you be giving me eternal life? Buffy asked, a
bit curious.
With a bite. He replied.
A bite? What would a bite do? Buffy asked.
You wouldnt believe it until I bit you. He replied.
What would happen if you...bit me? Buffy asked.
As I said, eternal life. Now, do you want me to show you? I really have to
get going. The man replied.
He knew that this child would make a good vampire for him. He could see her
hatred, although she wouldnt admit it to herself that she has the hatred of
ten men and women combined. With all this hatred, he couldnt even begin to
think of all the havoc that she would wreak. What joy for being a sire of
such a monster!
Will it hurt? Buffy asked.
He had to laugh at her innocence. Now he knew for sure that she would make a
great vampire and maybe become his dark queen.
It might, at first, but itll get better. The man replied.
Oh, then.... bite me. I want eternal life. Buffy said.
Very well. Come here and put that branch down. The man said.
Buffy placed the branch on the ground and walked very slowly into the mans
arm.
He pulled her neck to one side and removed the strands of hair that were
there. Slowly he lowered his mouth to her neck and gave it a kiss.
Say goodbye to your soul, child. The man whispered.
With that, he vamped out and bit into her jugular.
Buffy gasped at the pain, but soon began to relax. She could feel herself
dying and she couldnt help but panic.
The man could taste her fear in her blood. Her blood was so sweet!
Buffy was feeling like she weighed a ton. Her eyes began to droop and her
legs were giving way.
After awhile of draining her blood, he pulled back so the he could cut his
wrist with his fangs. He placed his wrist near her mouth and bent her head
back a little so the blood could flow down her throat. Letting her have
enough blood so that she can be turned he pulled his wrist away and licked at
the wounds that he created himself.
He carried her now dead body back to her cabin. He placed her inside and
covered the curtains, placing her on the bed. With that, he left.
***
When Buffy woke up, it was from the hunger. The hunger was almost painful.
She could feel that it was night time. It was time to hunt.
So, on that very night, many villagers died in the wrath of the vampire Buffy.
She tortured, killed, decapitated, and turned many people that night and the
following night and the following.
Buffy was not only known because she was a vampire, she was also known for
her beauty.
Everyone now had a reason to fear her, and she loved their fear.
She craved it.
For years, Buffy traveled the world. Anyone who heard her name would respond
to one simple reaction. Fear.
She had given everyone something to fear about.
Part 2
Sunnydale, California
Year: 1979
Sunnydale. Also known as the Hellmouth. It housed many forms of demons,
some unknown but dangerous nevertheless.
In the dark, a child answer his calling. In the worst possible way.
Six years old Angelus, Angel to his family and friends, was walking home from
a family night out at the amusement park with his parents. His mother
holding his right hand while his father was at his left.
Angel felt safe between his loving parents. He had never felt so safe and
loved as he was when he was near his parents, nor would he ever forget the
feeling.
The walk was peaceful and quiet with muffled sounds of others playing and
talking in the night. Together they walked, until Angel couldnt hold his
urge to go to the bathroom any longer.
Mommy, Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom! Angel cried.
Now? Are you sure you cant wait until we get home, son? His father asked.
Angel shook his head, his face was scrunched up at the concentration of
keeping it in.
No, father. I have to go now! Angel cried.
His father looked at his wife, who nodded with a faint smile.
Go ahead, Angel. Well be waiting for you over here. Go do your job. His
father told him.
Angel scurried off behind a tree. He unbuckled his pants and did his
business. When he looked back, he expected to find his parents waiting for
him, but instead he saw two men with disfigured faces bending over his
parents.
He watched in horror as he saw his parents go lifeless in the mans arms.
His parents dead body heating the pavement with a soft thud.
Angel, too shocked and scared to do anything, hid behind the tree. After
making sure the creature was gone, he buckled up his pants and ran over to
his parents.
Seeing twin puncture marks in both of his parents neck, he began to cry.
Mommy! Daddy! Nooooooooo! Angel cried into the night air.
From that night on, he vowed upon his life that he would kill these horrible
creatures that killed his parents.
He was no longer the innocent, young child that was before. Now, he had one
purpose in life: kill these creatures. Taking revenge on the very creatures
that killed his happy family.
part 3
Sunnydale, California
Year: 2000
The energy pull of the Hellmouth was powerful. Leaving all demons at it's
mercy where they find their doom by the hand of a young man by the name of
Angel.
At the age of 27, Angelus Liam Connors had seen and experienced more than any
ten human beings combined. With his life dedicated to the vanquishing of all
evil and it's various forms, he had rejected and refused to acknowledge
anything but his sole purpose in his life. In the early years of his lost
youth, Angel had been sent to the adoption agency. He had spent a year or so
there when a man by the name of Rupert Giles came in and asked to see the
boys in the adoption. Angel was the last of the boys to be paraded in front
of Rupert. Angel had been causing trouble among the agency. Swearing and
telling stories of horrible creatures that had killed his parents. The other
kids were told that his parents were killed in a robbery and that Angel had
an active imagination.
If only that was true. If only it was his 6 year old imagination of twisted
and contorted faces that had drained the life out of his wonderful parents.
Parents that had loved him endlessly.
When Angel stood in front of Rupert Giles, he had refused to even acknowledge
the man in his mid-twenties. But when Rupert Giles had kneeled on one knee
and made eye contact with Angel, he had seen a glimpse of the young man's
love for Angel. Rupert Giles had adoration in his eyes when he looked into
the sorrowful eyes of a seven-year-old who had seen things that no child
should have ever seen.
Giles had asked for his name, and, reluctantly, Angel had told him.
Giles hadn't been able to resist the smile that spread across his face when
he heard the small voice of the child. He knew that this was the one that he
was looking for. The one and only son that he might ever have.
Angel stood on the soft sand of the beach. The sky was dark and coated with
specks of white. The cool breeze floated off of the ocean and through his
hair, making his shirt rustle in the light wind. He stood quietly. Not a
muscle moved as he stared at the never-ending crash of waves against the
rocks and sand. It was gentle and yet it could be so harsh. Caressing and
comforting one minute, and, in a matter of moments, crashing and punishing
the next. Bending and twisting and crashing against you as if to swallow you
up.
It was beautiful and dangerous. But Angel wasn't there to revel in the
marvelous site of nature in a calm state. No, he was there for business.
Tonight was the prophesized night when evil would be brought to earth.
Again. And this time, like the others, it wasn't about to succeed.
Angel watched stoically as figures emerged from the shadows of a cave off to
the side. They were clad in dark robes. Angel counted only five were there.
He watched as they drew a five-pointed star into the sand, murmuring spells
of protection. He watched as one burned some herbs and placed them in the
middle of the star. He watched as another placed candles at each point of
the star. He watched as one of them chanted from a book. Each took their
place at each point of the star.
Then, all of a sudden, lightening struck the air. The calm waves came
crashing into the land at full force. The winds picked up more speed. The
sky was engulfed in the deafening sounds of thunder. The rain that met the
earth soaked him and doused the candles.
And, still, he stood. Waiting patiently until it was his time to destroy the
demons.
The chanting never stopped.
When they all held hands and looked above, Angel knew that was his cue.
He moved stealthily with the cloak of the shadows to keep him hidden. He
came upon them silently. Knocking one on the head with the end of his dagger
that he had pulled out of his pocket. Reacting quickly, the others
surrounded the chanter and fought him. As the chanting grew louder, Angel
was sure that he had to stop it before whatever the ritual was for worked.
Jumping above the two others, he quickly and efficiently knocked the chanter
unconscious. He turned around and killed the remaining two.
Almost immediately, the winds slowed down, the waves calmed, the thunder
softened to a soft rumble, the lightening distances away, and he was still
soaking wet.
He sighed. The fight had almost ended effortlessly, as i he could kill any
demon without the mere thought of it. All he had to do was think of his dead
parents and the demons were soon dead. After a little more than 20 years,
thinking of his parents brought a never-ending stab of sorrow and pain in his
gut. The pain mostly caused him to strike out as a child, but he had years
to control the spontaneous reaction of his body. But what blinded him most
during a battle was the rage the filled him whenever he remembered his
parent's lifeless eyes staring right back at him.
Sometimes, the consuming rage that swept him up in it's currents caused red
spots to dance across his vision.
But the battle was over, no need to bring back the dead longer than necessary.
Angel went back to the dark and stealthy car, just like him. The ride back
to the Giles house, also known as the "headquarters," was a blur to him.
Before he knew it, he was parked in front of the comfortably sized home of
his adopted father.
Giles met him at the door, a worried frown upon his aged face. Beneath the
glasses, his eyes were dark with worry, as was typical with Giles every time
that Angel went out to kill some demon or some other form of evil. But this
time, his eyes were rimmed with red and searched Angel's for something, as if
seeking for reassurance.
Angel frowned. "Giles? What's wrong?"
"The Queen of the Vampires has arrived, Angel. Her name is Buffy. She's
here. In Sunnydale."
TBC....
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