Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Smallville/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Angel, onesided Chloe/Sam, onesided Buffy/Giles, Cordelia/Dean
Discliamer: Don't own the characters or shows mentioned
Summary: When Chloe's father moved to Sunnydale he planned on forcing Chloe to have a safe, normal life...course, that's gonna be hard now that she's living on a Hellmouth and has some mysterious psychic connection with its mystic energies.
Buffy and the boys were at the Bronze attending something Sam and Dean had called “The Fumigation Party”. Apparently it was an annual tradition. The Fumigation Party always preceded the closing of the Bronze for a few days to nuke the cockroaches. If you could catch one of the many cockroaches crawling around that night, you got a free drink.
She wasn’t sure why everyone was so surprised that she’d decided not to go.
Her phone beeped.
Hoping it wasn’t Buffy texting her to try and tempt her into going to the Fumigation Party, Chloe reached for her phone and opened the message.
Come on googletalk? ---Clark
Chloe grinned and put down her phone. She grabbed her laptop and signed onto her gmail account, finding Clark online and waiting. Immediately she received an invitation to a video chat and accepted it, smiling brightly at Clark’s face as it appeared, the loft in the background of the image.
“Hey!” She waved. “How are you doing?”
“Fine, and you?” Clark asked, grinning back. “Long time I haven’t seen you.”
“I’m fine.” She smiled, hugging her knees to her chest, wearing a large old jersey. “I’ve been busy.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, looking away with an oddly uncomfortable look before returning his gaze on her. “So, what’s been keeping you so busy? I mean, it’s not like you’re on the school newspaper team or anything over there.”
There was a strange tone in his voice that had her cocking her head slightly in confusion. “Uhm, well, you see…”
How could she tell him that the reason why she was too busy to talk to him and Pete was because she was in league with the Slayer, and that living on a Hellmouth meant that she spent most of her time battling the forces of evil?
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Clark with the secret, but it wasn’t her discreet to tell, so she was left stammering and trying to come up with some sot of explanation.
And despite being oblivious about most things in life, Clark Kent realized it.
The farm boy sighed, ducking his gaze.
Chloe felt guilty. “Clark, I---.”
What could she say?
How could she explain this without lying or telling him things she couldn’t?
“No, you don’t need to explain.” Clark sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m being possessive again, aren’t I? I mean, I should be glad that you’re making friends and enjoying your time there in your new home, and I am Chloe. I just---I’m just so used to being with you that it’s been really hard for me since you left. I hadn’t realized exactly how important you are to me until I didn’t have you around all of the time.”
Chloe smiled at him, unable to believe that he’d just said that.
It was so sweet.
She opened her mouth to tell him that she missed him too and to promise that she’d keep in contact more often from right now, when her balcony door opened and Angel hurried inside. His arm was clutching his stomach, his back to her, as he looked outside, his body tense.
“Angel?” Chloe stood immediately, worried, hurrying to his side.
“Who is that?” Clark asked, eyes wide at how the guy had just entered her room through her balcony door.
“Uh, um, Clark, I gotta go!” Chloe rushed back to the computer, lowered the lid closed, and then rushed back to Angel. “What happened to you? What are you doing?”
“Vampires.” Angel winced, turning to her, arm around his stomach tinted red.
Chloe gazed out of the window, at where three huge, armored, incredibly muscular vampires were glaring up at her. She was relieved that her father was working in his bedroom at the moment, having decided to spend the night at home.
She wouldn’t have wanted him to come home late at night with those things still lurking outside…
She shivered at the thought.
“Don’t worry.” Angel’s voice drew her attention from the three vampires, who were leaving. “A vampire can’t enter a house unless its been invited.”
“Giles told me that, but I’ve never put it to the test.” Chloe locked the balcony door anyway, pulling the curtains closed and turning to face Angel. “You’re hurt.”
Angel looked down at the arm he had cradling his midsection. “Three on one.” He reminded her with some male pride.
She shook her head, grinning, before going to her bathroom and returning with a first aid kit. Upon seeing the surprised look on Angel’s face, she shrugged. “I got into so many scrapes in Smallville that I had to learn to patch myself up, and it just proved to be good training for life here.” She put down the kit. “Off with your jacket and shirt.”
“Didn’t realize you were the bossy kind.” Angel murmured to himself, grinning, obviously amused by this revelation as he slowly peeled off his jacket and shirt.
The young man turned slightly, looking for a place to lay them that wouldn’t stain her things with blood.
As he turned his back to her, going to place the clothes on her desk, Chloe noticed a tattoo below his right shoulder. It was of a griffin straddling a large “A”.
He turned towards her, a good look at them proving that his injuries were minor, but still could do with some patching up. “Oh, thanks.”
“I have one too.” She admitted, grinning when she saw the surprise on his face. “What? Only men can have tattoos?”
“N-no.” Angel shook his head. “It’s just that every time I think I might have you figured out you do or say something that proves me wrong.”
Chloe chuckled at that as she started working on his wounds, disinfecting and bandaging them to the best of her abilities before finally looking up at him, feeling a faint blush when she found his face tilted down towards her. He’d been watching her intently the whole time she’d worked, fingers soft and tender on his skin.
Taking a step backwards, heart racing a mile per minute, Chloe cleared her throat. “Wanna see it? My tattoo, I mean.”
Angel tilted his head to the side and nodded.
Turning her back to him, Chloe pulled her hair to one side of her shoulder and pulled down the back of her shirt, showing the black symbols on her right shoulder blade.
She waited for a reaction, a comment.
She hadn’t expected the intake of breath or to feel his fingers, cold from having been outside on the chilly night, tracing the symbols in a near trancelike way.
“These kanji…” he whispered, voice odd, choked. “Do you know what you have etched on your skin?”
She chuckled. “Yes, actually. It was put there purposely before I came here.”
“Vampire.” Angel whispered, translating the kanji easily into its English variant. “You---you have----vampire.” He cleared his throat and finally managed to tear his hands from her skin, clenching his fist tightly. “Why?”
Chloe fixed her shirt and turned to look back at him. “Well, I did it in this seedy little joint in Metropolis, and I wanted to do something that had a deep meaning for me. I didn’t want to be one of those many cases who later regretted tattooing themselves.”
Angel nodded silently.
“So I chose vampire, not really for the creature, but for the qualities.”
“Soulless monsters?” Angel prompted.
She snorted. “No. There are many different lore on vampire, but in all of them they’re the predator, never the prey. They were strong, often described as beautiful, knowledgeable due to their eternal lives and experiences garnered during that time, and most of all, confident. I wanted to stop behaving like prey and be more like a predator. That’s why I chose the kanji for vampire. Anyway, it’s beautiful.”
“Yes. Beautiful.” Angel whispered his agreement, something dark and appreciative flashing through his eyes, as if, only for a second, something not Angel had said those words. But then it was gone and he was clearing his throat, looking away, hand on his head, looking a little troubled.
“So…” Chloe went to the balcony once more and looked down, not seeing the vampires but knowing that that didn’t mean they weren’t there. “Who were the three baddies of the night and why were they after you?”
“I don’t know who they were, all I knew was that they were after the Slayer. I intercepted them before they could get to her, and they must have decided that I was challenge enough because they forgot all about her and chased me.” Angel admitted, sitting down awkwardly on Chloe’s bed. “I was injured and they were catching up to me, I wouldn’t have been able to fight the three of them by myself, and your house was the closet place of refuge I could think of---.”
“You don’t have to explain your reasons to me.” Chloe chided. “You’re always welcomed here…even if you don’t have three huge vampires on your tail.”
Instead of looking pleased, Angel looked somewhat troubled. “Don’t—do you—it’s not safe to be inviting everyone to your home so freely, Chloe. It’s not safe.”
“I’m not inviting everyone, I’m inviting you.” Chloe replied cheekily before leaning against the wall. “And you---you are staying the night here.”
Angel went wide-eyed. “What?”
“They could be out there still.” Chloe replied, motioning to her balcony. “And you said so yourself, they can’t come in because I haven’t invited them. You’re safe here. You will not leave here tonight. So you’re staying, no ifs ands or buts, got it?”
Angel blinked. “Really bossy.”
Instead of getting offended, Chloe just grinned. “Now that we know who the boss is in this room, and now that you can’t just walk out when I ask you a question you don’t want to answer----I have to ask you. Why are you doing this?”
Angel’s face went amused. “Doing what exactly?”
“Fighting vampires.” Chloe replied. “Buffy’s the Slayer, it’s her job to fight bad guys. What’s your excuse?”
“What’s yours?” He countered.
“Good one.” She smirked before going to sit down on her bed once more, up at the head, forcing him to turn if he wanted to be able to see her. “In Smallville meteor freaks just seemed to gravitate towards me, so it was a matter of survival. And here in Sunnydale---well, you saw that vision I had during the Harvest…things happen to me here as well.”
“Meteor freaks?” Angel narrowed his eyes, intrigued.
And so Chloe started a long monologue about Smallville, about the meteor shower, and about the meteor rocks that’d mutated those who lived there. She told him about a lot of her experiences, also about the meteor vampires she’d encountered, and answered all of his fascinated questions.
She knew on some basic level that she should be nervous, or at least a little embarrassed, about being alone in her room, on her bed, with a man, but she found she couldn’t. She laughed and spoke and moved her hands with her words and Angel’s full attention was on her.
She’d never had someone give her such utter attention before, hanging on her very word, and she felt incredibly powerful.
“So, your father brought you to Sunnydale to keep you safe.” Angel couldn’t believe it.
“What he doesn’t know…” She shrugged, before tilting her head to the side and grinning. “What about you? Does your family know about your career choice?”
The slight smile on Angel’s face fell away immediately as his gaze slid from hers. “They’re dead.”
And Chloe felt so uncouth.
She cleared her throat. “Was it vampires?”
He turned to face her. “It was.”
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, genuinely sorry.
He seemed to realize this, because he gave her a small smile. “It was a long time ago.”
“So---you fight vampires for revenge, huh?” Chloe asked, wondering if she was asking too much.
Angel looked away once more, silent.
Sighing, Chloe motioned him off of the bed, placed her laptop on the bedside table, and passed him the comforter. “The floor’s hard.”
Angel gave her a thankful smile for not pursuing the topic and laid the comforter down on the floor next to the bed. He laid down on it, cradling his head with his hands, looking up at her ceiling in silence.
“Good night.” She whispered, getting back into bed and turning off the lights.
“Yes, it is.”
Shifting till she was comfortable, Chloe hugged her pillow and smiled as she closed her eyes.
She’d awoken to find him gone, and the comforter tucked around her. Angel had obviously wrapped her up before leaving.
Unfortunately she’d gotten up late, so she didn’t have time to savor this as she raced to bathe and get ready for school, only barelymaking it to breakfast. Her father had given her an amused look before dropping her to school.
The blonde’s idea had been to go to the library, where she knew she could find Buffy, and tell her all about Angel and what had happened the night before, but when she arrived she found Buffy and the others already pouring over books.
Apparently after not being able to finish off Angel, the three vampires had returned to stalking Buffy and had attacked.
Unfortunately for them, Buffy had been walking home with Dean and Sam at the time, and between the three of them they’d managed to dust two of them, but one had gotten away.
Chloe, realizing that this was more important than any schoolgirl crush she had on Angel, decided to keep the incident to herself and help them research the vampires since there was still another loose out there who might return with more burly reinforcements.
“So these three unusually virile vampires…” Giles placed a book in front of Buffy. “They wouldn’t look like this, would they?”
“Yeah.” Buffy nodded.
“What’s up with the uniforms?” Dean wanted to know as everyone crowded behind to get a good look at the drawings.
Chloe noticed that they were indeed the same vampires that’d been outside of her home last night.
“It appears that you three encountered, well, The Three.”
Sam raised an eyebrow at that. “The Three?”
“Warrior vampires, very proud and very strong.” Giles nodded. “Obviously Buffy’s hurting the Master very much. He wouldn’t send the Three for just anyone.”
“Well, it’s really The One now.” Dean smirked.
Buffy grinned, but seeing the look Giles gave her she dropped the smile and elbowed Dean in his ribs. “Be serious Winchester!”
Dean winced, rubbing his ribs.
“We must all step up in our training. Buffy, boys, I will teach you to start using weapons.” Giles turned to Chloe. “I know that we have been lax with your training since you are mostly in research capacity, but this changes everything. If you had been with the others last night…”
Chloe winced at the implication.
She wouldn’t have stood a chance.
Buffy was a Slayer, she’d been trained some by her first watcher, and both Sam and Dean had been taught hand to hand combat by their father as a way to protect themselves since he was never home, but Chloe had no training whatsoever. The only reason why she’d survived the Harvest was because she’d thrown herself out of the window and Angel had caught her.
She couldn’t expect someone to always be around to save her.
“What about The One?” Sam asked, motioning to the drawing of the vampire who’d gotten away.
“We don’t have to worry about him.” Giles announced, certainly. “Having failed, he will offer his life to the Master in penance, and the Master is not a forgiving vampire. He will take it.”
“Good, one less vamp for me to slay.” Buffy grinned. She was in that same good mood all day, and as they all congregated in the library after school.
Giles pitted Dean against Buffy in hand to hand combat, and Chloe watched as they both ducked and punched, moving fluidly, gracefully around each other, Buffy’s punches stronger yet Dean’s movements quicker. She would have considered it to be the opposite considering their sexes, but Chloe kept that opinion to herself as she admired the way they fought.
Then Giles appointed Sam to help him teach Chloe the basics, and she ended up hurting herself more than anything else. She was uncoordinated and her body just couldn’t move or stretch the way theirs did. Of course, Giles had refused to actually believe that, and had left her doing some painful stretching exercises while he decided to teach the three much more advanced students the fine art of fighting with a quarter staff—and after getting pretty much beaten up by the three of them on their first attempts, decided that they had that pretty much down pat and moved onto other weapons.
As she stretched and groaned and complained to herself, Chloe couldn’t help but wonder how Giles had gotten all those weapons on school without the rest of the faculty finding out.
By the time she arrived at her home she was painful in places she hadn’t even known she had, and collapsed on her bed with a whimper.
She knew she should answer back Clark’s many text messages asking her about what had happened the night before, but she just didn’t have the strength to do so. In fact, she hardly even budged from her sprawled out position in bed when the balcony door slid open and Angel entered.
“Are you hurt?” He asked immediately, eyes narrowed.
“Yes.” She groaned, closing her eyes, too tired to feel embarrassed.
“What happened?” His voice was suddenly dangerous and dark. “Who did this to you?”
“Giles.” She whimpered, trying to sit up and yet just the barest movement caused jolts of searing pain through her joints.
There was confused silence before Angel spoke. “The Watcher?”
“Training.” Chloe decided to explain, keeping her eyes closed. Even her eyelids hurt. “Ever since the Three became the One he has me training now too so that I’m not so much of a failure and embarrassment to them when it comes to self defense.”
“You haven’t been trained before?” That dangerous quality was back in Angel’s voice, like black silk tightening around one’s throat. “The Watcher took you to the Harvest without any training?”
She really wanted to open her eyes and look at Angel, wondering why his voice sounded different, but she was too tired. “Lay off of Giles. He was just trying to do what was right. We had to stop the Harvest.”
“You had to jump out of a window!” The voice hissed. “If I hadn’t---you’d be dead!”
Frustrated, Chloe braved the pain and sat up, eyes widening and she prepared to tell him that if he was going to berate her in her own room that he could just skulk out the way he’d stalked in…but then she froze in horror.
Standing before her wasn’t the Angel she knew.
Standing before her was a vampire.
Angel, game face on, eyes golden, glared at her angrily, apparently not realizing that his demon’s face was showing in his fury. “You could have been killed, Chloe! Killed!”
She blinked, too shocked and confused to say anything, do anything, but watch.
“I’m going to teach you from now on.” He decided, beginning to pace her room thoughtfully. “The Watcher will have his hands full with the other three, and you’ll need a slower, more personalized training. You’ll need more attention than he can give you.”
Chloe’s fear was pushed away by intrigued as she watched him pace like some father whose daughter was out on her first date. “Why doyou care if I die or not?” The blonde asked curiously. “I’m not the Slayer, I’m not the one who is supposed to protect the people. Shouldn’t you be helping her?”
Angel paused, and his gaze shied away from hers, looking mildly uncomfortable and persecuted as he admitted, hand scratching the back of his head. “I---I feel somewhat…never mind.”
“Don’t never mind me.” She ordered, forgetting for a second what she was talking to.
“So damned bossy.” Angel grumbled to himself.
And she found herself giggling.
She was home alone with an unhappy vampire in her room, and yet here she was giggling.
Angel sidled a glance in her direction, a smirk playing on his lips, before he sighed and his smirk turned downwards in disapproval. “I don’t understand it, really. I’m happy living alone, being alone, not having contact with others…” He paused, sending her an odd look. “But for some reason I feel…possessive…of you.”
Her heart skipped.
And not in fear.
“Possessive?” She whispered, gaze following every feature of his demon’s face, every curve and groove. What had always seemed like a horrifying deformation on every other vampire she’d ever seen, horribly enough, seemed attractive(if only a little disturbing), on Angel.
“Protective.” He tried to change it quickly, looking away from her once more.
She was sure that if he were human he’d be blushing right now.
It was so cute.
He was like a demonic puppy.
“So, are there good vampires out there or are you an exception?” She finally asked.
Angel’s gaze swung to her in shock and some fear. “What---?”
“Your face.” She pointed out. “It’s your game face. Has been for a while now.”
Angel’s hands went to his face and his eyes widened as he felt the creases. “I—you—I!” His hands froze on his face, shock written on every feature. “Why didn’t you scream?” His voice was hoarse. “Why aren’t you scared? I’m a monster!”
“Well, I’ve been threatened by monsters enough times to be somewhat of a pro when it comes to those kinds of situations.” Chloe announced, getting out of bed and slowly walking towards Angel, somewhat amused when he began to back away from her as if shewere the predator. “And usually, right before someone tries to kill or eat me, they don’t spend half an hour berating me for not taking better care of myself.”
Angel backed into the wall with a soft thud, and gulped, his golden eyes wide as they returned to their normal brown, and Angel’s game face shifted into his human’s disguise. “I could kill you in a heartbeat.”
That sent a jolt of fear down her spine but it wasn’t enough to make her stop. “I know.” She leaned in closer. “So?” She asked. “Arethere other good vampires out there?”
Angel shook his head, eyes flickering gold and brown, betraying the internal battle he was having with his demon at the moment as he watched her intently.
“What makes you different?” She leaned in closer, knowing she was taking a great risk here but the more she pushed the more he pulled away---as to not hurt her.
It only went to prove her theory correct.
He wasn’t going to hurt her.
He was doing all in his power not to hurt her.
“When you become a vampire the demon takes your body, but it doesn’t get your soul. That’s gone.” He began to explain, visibly forcing himself to calm down and stop pressing back against the wall, leaving their bodies closer. “No conscience, no remorse…it’s an easy way to live. I killed my parents, I killed their friends, and I killed their friend’s children. For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart.”
“What changed?” Chloe asked, finally taking a couple of steps backwards, not out of fear, but because she wanted to look up into his face without tilting her neck back so painfully.
Angel sighed, leaning on the wall but this time not in an effort to put distance between them. “I fed on a girl your age…beautiful…a favorite among her clan—though I didn’t know that at the time.”
“Clan?” Chloe asked, immersed in the story, going to sit down on the bed, surprised to realize that all the pain had disappeared in her body yet not caring to wonder why or how it’d happened.
“Romany. Gypsies.” Angel explained, folding his arms over his chest before continuing. “The elders conjured the perfect punishment for me.” He paused, looking pained. “They restored my soul.” Angel ducked his gaze, voice hoarse. “You have no idea what it is like to have done the things I’ve done…and to care.” He finally raised his gaze, his tortured eyes meeting her own. “I haven’t fed on a living human being since that day.”
And she believed him.
They continued to look at each other in silence, and Chloe knew that something important had just happened between them, but she couldn’t understand the deeper meaning to this. All she knew was that he’d trusted her with his story, and she trusted him, with her life.
Even though he was a vampire.
Angel finally tore his gaze from hers. “I should go.”
“Why did my tattoo bother you?” Chloe asked, unwilling to let him go just like that.
Angel frowned. “You marked yourself as vampire property. It---it calls to my demon. He, he likes to possess completely and mark as his that which he wants.”
‘But for some reason I feel possessive with you’
Chloe wondered, somewhat in awe, how much of Angel’s demon was to blame for that. “Oh.”
Angel’s gaze soaked her in before he sighed and turned to leave.
“What time are you coming back tomorrow to teach me self defense?”
He turned back to her, surprised. “You still want me to teach you? Even—even though you know I’m a vampire?”
“What better teacher?”
He suddenly grinned, and it was breathtaking. “I’ll come around this time.” And with that he slipped out of her room.
Chloe threw herself back down against the bed, never realizing (like Angel) that their conversation had been overheard.
Early the next morning, Chloe had made her group promise not to do anything at all before she confided in them what had happened the night before.
“He’s a vampire.” Buffy collapsed on one of the seats around the table, looking at Chloe in shock. “How did I not sense it the first time we met?”
Giles tsked. “I have talked to you about your need to hone your abilities and not pick vampires out due to their wardrobe.”
Buffy pouted, resting her chin against the surface of the table.
“I can’t believe you slept with a fang.” Dean made a face.
“He slept next to her, on the floor.” Sam stressed that, face darkened. “He didn’t sleep with her.”
“I can’t believe that a vampire can be a good person.” Buffy continued to pout.
“A vampire isn’t a person at all.” Giles cleared his throat. “It may have the movements, the, the memories, even the personality of the person that it took over, but it’s still a demon at the core. There’s no halfway.”
“Vampires also don’t have souls.” Chloe pressed.
“But Angel does.”
The Watcher’s eyes widened. “Impossible.”
“Possible.” Chloe countered, determined. She hadn’t told them about Angel being a vampire for them to find as many excuses as they could to stake him. “He ate a gypsy girl and her people put the whammy on him as punishment.”
Giles sat down, taking off his glasses and cleaning them in wide-eyed disbelief. “Amazing.”
“So he’s a good fang?” Dean asked, still not sure of what they were saying.
“Human serial killers have souls, doesn’t make them good.” Sam grumbled as he sat down next to Chloe.
Chloe shot him a look.
He ignored her.
Dean opened his mouth.
The doors to the library swung. “Dean Winchester!”
Everyone turned to see one incensed Cordelia Chase, dressed like a runway model, glaring murderously at the older Winchester.
Surprisingly enough, a moment’s fear crossed Dean’s face before he cleared his throat and stood. “What do you want, Chase?”
“You! You!” She stormed towards him, high heels tapping furiously against the floor, before stabbing her finger into his face. “Youthreatened Owen into dumping me! You pathetic piece of crap!”
“Well he wasn’t much of a man if he allowed himself to be threatened away from you.” Dean replied, folding his arms over his chest, not even bothering to deny that he’d done the deed. “I think you owe me a thanks for showing you that you were just wasting your time with him.”
“Wasting my---?” Cordelia’s eyes widened before they narrowed again and she took another menacing step towards him. “The only one I ever wasted my time on was you! And if you mess with another of my relationships---!”
“You’ll do what?” Dean snarled, getting into her face, both glaring murderously at each other, both threatening, both ready to throttle the other.
Chloe looked from one to the other, wondering if she was the only one who could feel the serious amount of unresolved sexual tension those two were releasing. They seemed about to jump each other.
Giles looked nervously between Dean and Cordelia.
Dean suddenly smirked and leaned forwards, arms going around a shocked Cordelia and smashing his lips territorially and possessively against hers. The girl’s eyes went wide and she gave a little squeak as his lips claimed hers aggressively and then he let go, licked his lips, and smirked as he left.
Cordelia stood frozen for a moment, an awed, heavenly expression on her face, before she suddenly shook her head, furious once more, and snarled as she turned and stormed after him. “DEAN WINCHESTER!”
Chloe turned to Buffy and smirked when she realized that sometime during the kiss Giles had put his hand over the Slayer’s eyes.
The Slayer was pouting but letting him keep his hand there.
Sam sighed, getting up and grabbing his bag. “I gotta go make sure she doesn’t kill him.” And with that he hurried out of the library after the two.
“Can I look now?” Buffy asked.
Giles’ face was red, his eyes wide, still looking at the empty space where Dean and Cordelia had been moments before. “Children these days!”
Buffy frowned in confusion, not even trying to move Giles’ hand. “What did I miss?”
Chloe just shook her head and giggled.
Using the sewer system helped Angel move around during the day, and it was second nature for him to the degree that he usually found himself using the sewers even during the night. Thankfully there’d been an entrance close to Chloe’s house so he’d managed to get to safety minutes before dawn.
He’d gone straight to his apartment, unlocking his door and entering, locking the door behind him. His gaze skimmed over the old books stacked along the wall, and he went towards the side table, turning on a lamp.
When he straightened back up he paused, finally sensing the presence he would have sensed immediately had he not been somewhat high on the fact that Chloe knew about him and it didn’t bother her.
She hadn’t even screamed.
“Who’s here?” Angel asked turned, eyes narrowed on the shadows still dark in his apartment.
Angel’s eyes narrowed on the blonde as she walked out of the shadows, wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform.
“Hi.” She smiled coquettishly. “It’s been a while.”
Angel clenched his fists, but otherwise didn’t betray his anger at seeing her here in his sanctuary. She was a physical reminder of a time that he strived to atone for every day.
“What’s with the Catholic schoolgirl look?” He finally asked, voice emotionless. “Last time I saw you it was kimonos.”
“And last time I saw you it wasn’t high school girls.” Darla retorted with a smile, flaring the skirt of her ridiculous outfit. “Don’t cha like?” She approached Angel like a predator.
Too bad for her he wasn’t prey.
She smiled up at him, as if reading his thoughts and finding them amusing. “Remember Budapest? Turn of the century? You were such a bad boy during that earthquake.” Her smile turned wicked in nostalgia. “Or what about our tryst in China during the Boxer Rebellion? You, me, Spike, Dru---Spike even bagged his very first Slayer that night.” She sneered. “First time I felt something close to pride for Dru’s creation.”
Angel’s demon whined in its cage at the mention of its family, of the daughter it’d sired and the grandchilde she’d created, and it snarled at Darla. It remembered how she’d turned her back on him, had even tried to stake him, when the soul had been brought back and put in control.
It felt she should have done more to bring it back into control and not just try to kill the body it resided in.
Darla didn’t seem to notice anything that wasn’t herself as she circled him. “Is there anything better than a natural disaster? The panic. The people lost in the streets. It’s like picking fruit off the vine.”
“I’m not the same vampire you made.” Angel told her, a muscle jumping in his cheek.
“Yes, you’re right.” Darla sneered. “My Angelus wouldn’t be living above ground like one of them, wouldn’t be hunting his own kind like one of them, and he never have a fridge with bags and bottles of blood. He wouldn’t be this pathetic.”
“What are you doing here, Darla?” Angel was fighting with his temper.
“I’m here with an olive branch, with a friendly, outstretched hand.” Darla responded. “I’m offering you a way back into our brotherhood, to stand next to the Master when he makes hell on this earth.”
“And what would I have to do for the Master to accept me back as a part of the Order of Aurelius?” Angel wasn’t interested in going back, but he was curious, knowing that Darla had an ulterior purpose in coming here.
“Help me kill the Slayer.” Darla smiled brightly. “Help me bring her lifeless body and lay it down at his feet as a show of your loyalty.”
Angel sneered, shaking his head. “I’d rather not.”
“You’re refusing?” His sire asked, surprised, as if unable to believe that he would deny her anything.
“Yes.” Angel went to the door and opened it wide. “Now leave.”
“How rude. I thought I taught you better than that Angelus.” There was a pause. “But don’t worry, this isn’t my last offer. I’m sure you’ll find my next one impossible to resist.” With this last sneer, Darla sauntered out of his apartment, hips shaking and grin promising.
Angel slammed the door shut and, growled.
What the hell had she meant when she’d said that he’d be unable to refuse her next offer?
Getting off the bus, Chloe stopped outside of her house, not even noticing that her dad was home, which was extremely odd. She didn’t notice this because her mind was on what she’d learnt today after school.
Giles had gone over the diaries of the watchers before him and had found mention of some two hundred years ago, of a vampire in Ireland named Angelus—the one with the angelic face.
They knew it was the same vampire as Angel because Angelus had the tattoo Angel sported.
According to the watchers diaries, Angelus left Ireland, wrecked havoc in Europe for several decades, and then about eighty years ago he came to America, shunned other vampires, and lived alone.
There was no record of him ever hunting here.
And that just went to backup Angel’s story.
Buffy, knowing that Angel was planning on seeing Chloe that evening, had warned the blonde that she would be outside her house waiting to give the vampire a one on one. The Slayer was willing to believe the Soul theory for now and trust Chloe’s instincts, but she wanted Angel to know the horrors he’d live through before she dusted him if he ever hurt Chloe.
Chloe thought it was psychotic of the Slayer, yet extremely sweet.
Entering her house, she looked up in surprise to hear her father’s laughter mixing with that of a female. She dropped her backpack and followed the sound to the living room, finding her father sitting down and talking to some blonde girl she’d never seen before.
The stranger’s gaze rose and met Chloe’s as she stood. “Chloe.” She cooed as if they were the best of friends. “You forgot I was coming over to help you with homework, didn’t you?”
Chloe froze, wondering what exactly was going on.
Gabe turned to Chloe. “Good thing I came home to grab some things or Darla would have been waiting outside for hours.”
But Chloe didn’t even hear her father.
All she could see was Darla’s face shifting into that of a demon when her father’s back was turned.
This was the same vampire who had tried to feed Cordelia to Luke on the night of the Harvest.
Chloe’s heart raced in fear.
Gabe turned back to Darla in time for the vampire’s face to return back to her human disguise. “I’m going to go now that you have company. It was great meeting you.”
“It was wonderful meeting you too, Mr. Sullivan.” Darla smirked, gaze then going to Chloe.
Chloe barely noticed as her father gave her a kiss on the cheek goodbye before leaving. Her eyes were wide, her heart fearful, and yet at the same time she was intrigued and grateful that this vampire hadn’t killed her father when she’d had the chance.
The door closed behind Gabe as he left the house and headed for his car.
“You know, my first plan was to kill you for making him feel something for you.” Darla announced conversationally as she stood up, clutching her hands in front of her. “But then I realized, killing you won’t make Angel want to return to the fold. It’ll just make him rebel even more.” She pouted. “He’s been utterly insufferable ever since he got that soul stuffed down his throat.”
Chloe gulped, knowing it made no sense to run. There was nowhere safe. Not even her house. Not anymore.
The only bright side was that this vampire, “Darla”, didn’t seem to want to kill her---which was always a plus.
“Then why are you here?” Chloe asked, eyes never leaving the predator in her midst.
“Business, and pleasure.” Darla assured.
“What kind of business or pleasure could you have with me?” Chloe asked, wariness growing.
Darla grinned. “I’m going to sire you, of course!”
Chloe’s knees nearly gave out on her but somehow she managed to remain standing. “What? Why?”
“Angel.” Darla went straight to the point. “He obviously has a fascination for you, and I’ve learnt from experience that once Angelus gets obsessed over someone I shouldn’t try to stand in the way. On the contrary, I should be understanding, welcoming, and enjoy it.”
Chloe gulped, back up into the wall as Darla stalked towards her, playing with her like a cat did a mouse.
“You won’t be the first woman I’ve had to share Angelus with, but at least you are sane.” Darla reached forwards and ran her fingers over Chloe’s hair appreciatively. “We’re used to it, sharing. We’re very loving families, we share those we love with others we love---ortolerate.” She sniffed, obviously remembering something unpleasant before shrugging. “It’s a vampire thing.”
“Angel won’t go back to you if you sire me.” Chloe pressed harder against the wall, trying to get as far from the vampire as possible yet knowing it was all in vain. “He’ll just kill me like the others.”
“Which of us has spent lifetimes with him? Which of us knows his deepest, darkest desires?” Darla purred, face shifting, eyes golden. “Angelus will fight it, but he wants you. Both the soul and the demon want you. And Angelus has never been good when it comes to wanting something he can’t have.”
Chloe all too late tried to struggle, even though she knew it was in vain.
“Don’t worry…” Darla chuckled as she slid her tongue up the side of Chloe’s neck. “We’ll have lots of fun.”
And with that Darla’s fangs pierced the skin of Chloe’s neck painfully, a scream erupting from her throat, and yet all her struggles were useless against Darla’s superior strength.
Chloe felt herself getting dizzy, her strength rapidly leaving her body. She could feel the blood being sucked out from her veins by those fangs. She could also hear the surprised yet utterly seduced sounds Darla was making as she lapped at her blood, seemingly resolute in not letting one drop go to waste.
Darla pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, licking her lips, a troubled expression on her face. “Why aren’t you running dry?”
Chloe couldn’t answer, she was so weak, so dizzy.
“You---you should be almost dry but---but--!” Darla shook her head. “I’m full. I’m full and you’re not even halfway dry!”
Chloe didn’t understand what the problem was.
But she didn’t have time to wonder dizzily since the door was kicked in, and there was growling and Buffy screaming her name, and then she was dropped and Darla was gone, Angel chasing after her, wearing his game face.
Buffy was by her side, face terrified. “Chloe? Chloe!”
Chloe closed her eyes, tired.
“Don’t you dare do this to me!” Buffy shook her before talking to someone. “Call an ambulance!”
“They say you got to her on time. That she must have slipped and fallen on a barbeque fork. If you hadn’t arrived she would have bled to death.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Sullivan, Chloe’s going to be fine.”
“The thing is…what I can’t understand is…we don’t have a barbeque fork.”
“Giles, I’ve never seen anyone as murderous as Angel was when he stormed out of here. I might be the Slayer, but I’d be frightened to go up against him in his rage.”
“It—it was terrifying, yes. He—he left to find the vampire who did this?”
“Yes. Blondie better hope I find her before he does.”
“Buffy, he---Chloe was bleeding and he didn’t try to finish the job?”
“Giles that’s nasty.”
“NO, Giles, he picked her up and we hurried to the hospital. He looked terrified, hardly managed to get rid of his game face before we got here.”
“It’s, its quite amazing. To think there’s a vampire out there who can control his bloodlust like that, and at such close proximity!”
“Are Sam and Dean still outside keeping an eye on Mr. Sullivan?”
“Y-yes, I believe so.”
“Good. You keep an eye on Chloe, I’m going to help Angel hunt down that bitch. NO ONE touches my friend and gets away with it.”
“I don’t get it. They’re saying she’s fatigued. They didn’t even do a blood transfusion. Her blood---she arrived with blood loss but it’s---its like its regenerated its supply by itself. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life---and I’ve lived long!”
“So this isn’t some freaky vampire survivor thing?”
“Well…at least we got the bitch who did this to her, and the doctors say that as soon as Chloe wakes up she’ll be able to go home.”
“Slayer, you’re not seeing the problem here.”
“Vampire, what problem am I not seeing?”
“Darla was stronger, didn’t you listen to her before I finally managed to stake her? She was stronger, faster, and her wounds healed up faster too. She was high on Chloe’s blood, Chloe’s blood did something to her. Not even Slayer’s blood does that to vampires.”
“It probably has something to do with her freaky connection to the Hellmouth…or maybe she was around those meteor rocks long enough to get freaked. Or maybe a combination of both. I’ll have to talk to Giles about that.”
“No one can know about this. If word got out that a human’s blood was such strong tonic, every vampire in Sunnydale would be after her.”
“Right. Only tell Giles.”
They talked some more, but Chloe went back to sleep and didn’t hear the words uttered.