Angel's Return by Tango
DISCLAIMER: All the characters are based on the television shows, Buffy the
Vampire Slayer and Angel. I do not own them, get money for writing about
them and have no permission from Joss Whedon or anyone else who might care.
SPOILERS: Warning: This is a bit DARKER than what I usually write. Contains
B/S and B/A. No worries though, I am always a true Buffy/Angel shipper.
SYNOPSIS: Reclaiming a mate
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just let me know!
FEEDBACK: Please, please. Love it, live for it.
RATING: This fiction is rated NC-17, so anyone who is too young,
impressionable or otherwise easily offended, please read no further.

Let's go . . .


Disturbing and damn near frightening is her beauty and her power over me.
The predator in me heightens its awareness at her approach. The demon in me
wishes to overpower her tiny frame and have its way with her. The man in me
itches for her touch. She's the only creature in the world that I openly
admit my weakness to and yet no one makes me feel as strong. Her own Slayer
strength easily outmatches mine and yet in my arms she is the pliable maiden
melting inside my cold embrace.

That's the reason I left her. She makes me burn inside. She scars my insides
with her searing love and anger and passion and strength. Dreams of her are
more real to me than the frigid reality I face every day. Both of our worlds
are encompassed by demons and darkness and yet she remains golden and spun
of pure light. Every time they attempt to break her, she remains intact.

As Angel and again as Angelus, I was the only creature of the night that was
able to touch her, love her, hurt her and I nearly destroyed her. As
Angelus, demons both feared and admired me. I was stronger, more calculating
- even more poetic than they and I had the love of The Slayer. Even as an
evil fiend, I could still touch her. Thoughts of how I hurt her and
attempted to destroy her haunt my dreams and find their rightful place among
my brooding. When I was with her, I felt guilt for keeping her from a normal
life and remorse for being too weak to walk away. Now I no longer feel that
guilt and weakness. Now it's much worse than I ever anticipated. Without
her, I am unfinished and more perilously far from the pure joy that I so

But I was making it. A little more healing occurred with every day that I
was without her. The lightness in my life could no longer touch me and I was
getting used to it. I was getting used to it until I found out she was
fucking Spike.

*She was fucking Spike.*

Harmony's whiney voice always got on my damn nerves more than the idiotic
things she said. I groaned in annoyance when she stomped into the hotel.
Large tears streamed from her eyes as she cried on Cordelia's shoulder.
Rolling my eyes, feeling no pity whatsoever, I leaned against the counter. I
hung around just because she was a little too close to Cordy's neck for my

"What's wrong Harmony?" Cordy asked in her most concerned voice. I couldn't
tell if she was actually concerned, since Harmony had already betrayed us

"Spike," she blubbered.

"What did he do now?"

"He's in love with The Slayer. I saw him making love to her in his crypt. I
knew he loved her but they're together now and I'll never get my Blondie
Bear back!"

Cordelia was shocked into silence. I was shocked into silence. I stood
frozen in the middle of the floor, feeling everyone's eyes digging into me.
I waited for the punch line. None came.


The graveyard was silent. It was silent until Spike came stomping up next to
me. The only time I felt anything since I came back from the dead was when I
was with him. Usually, the emotion I felt was annoyance.

Constantly professing his undead love was annoying. And he called Angel a
Nancy Boy? Having to rationalize how I ended up in his arms, kissing his
lips was annoying. If I closed my eyes, it was almost as if I was in Angel's
arms. Cold lips, strong cold hands, hard cold body.

"What big bad are we hunting tonight, pet?" Spike asked.

"Whatever jumps out at me," I answered dully.

"What if that something is me?" He asked in a husky voice. I felt a twinge
of arousal.

"Then I'll have to stake you."

"Maybe I'll stake you instead."

I could feel his eyes undressing me. I cursed myself for allowing this to
happen. How could I be involved with Spike?

*Spike*, for goodness sake.

"Shut up, Spike. You're a pig. And I'm not sleeping with you again."

"Why lie to yourself, Slayer?"

"I violently dislike you."

Why lie, indeed? We both knew that I would sleep with him again. At least I
felt something with him, even if it was only annoyance and orgasms. If only
he was Angel, I might be able to get closer to life again. But he wasn't
Angel and Spike's lovemaking always ruined the dream. He didn't feel like
Angel inside. Physically and emotionally. He didn't make love to me like
Angel did. Neither did Riley or Parker. But Spike felt the closest. If I
squeezed my eyes shut, I could almost pretend that Angel was making love to
me. Blanketed by coldness and deadness seemed appropriate. Everything inside
me was cold and dead.

Spike's cold flesh burned inside me, making me climax again and again. For
the hours I was with him, I was drugged with the intensity that came with
delirious forgetfulness. He moved inside me, dead flesh against dead flesh.
For all the living I was doing, I knew I was still dead. Why should it
matter that I was sleeping with a dead man?

His liquid movements were different from Angel's but just as skilled.
Lifetimes of lovemaking and my two vampire lovers knew how to please a
woman. I'm not sure how we got to his crypt but before we made it inside,
his lips were closing over mine. Cold and smooth, his tongue explored my
mouth. Every movement expressed his unrequited love as he began to undress
me. I let him, allowing it to happen without aiding him. He laid me on his
bed, his eyes not leaving my body as he undressed himself.

Worship poured from him and I watched him, detached, as he revealed his
hard, sexy body.

He climbed over me, claiming my lips and reaching between my thighs to
gently probe my moist core. He kissed my neck, avoiding Angel's mark and
moving down my body, laving my breasts with his tongue. He never touched my
scar. Never. As he rubbed my clit and nibbled on my breasts, I idly wondered
about that. Seemed odd that he would touch every private place on my body
freely but never touched that little place on my neck.

As he entered me slowly, the scar was forgotten. Everything was forgotten,
which was why I was there.


I think my insides twisted when I found out. I think my mind snapped. I
almost went completely insane. I left her to find light and picnics and
children and she turned to my Grande Childe. The thought of him touching
her, moving inside her, kissing her made my skin crawl. My eyes filled with
a darkness even greater than what was caused by Darla's torment of me. I was
once again caught in the balance between Angel and Angelus. I freaked out,
as my love would say. I lost my fucking mind with thoughts of that blonde
bastard claiming my mate. I broke half the furniture in the hotel in a
mindless torrential rain of pain.

And then I went out to find a witch.

Trembling from rage I could not control, I traveled through the underground
seeking out the most powerful beings I could locate. The mission was simple.
Anchor my soul. It took several days of not sleeping, not feeding and not
stopping my search until I found one slight, dark haired woman, half Romany
in heritage. She was humming with magickal energy. She was the person who
could help me.

"Demand any price and I'll pay it," I said to her.

She made me pay alright. Dropping the duffel bag of long forgotten cash
before her, I bathed in the power that her presence gave me. I waited for
instructions. She bade me return with the cash in two days time and she
would have prepared the ritual. I nodded and left, wondering how I would
bide my time in the next 48 hours.

The next two days were the longest of my life. I sat in the dark with
pictures of Spike having sex with Buffy dancing in my head. Wesley,
Cordelia, Fred and Gunn knocked on my door nearly every damn hour asking me
if I was okay. Begging me to come out and talk to them. I ignored them. I
couldn't speak for fear the anger would overtake me.

No, I was already overtaken. I was afraid that I would hurt them. I'm sure I
might've if that witch had forced me to wait a second longer. I was there
early. Standing at her doorstep with my dusty duffel bag of cash. I pushed
it into her arms.

"Cure me," I said, making sure to reiterate that I had to keep my soul, not
lose it. I wanted to threaten her. I wanted to tell her that if she failed,
I would rip out her delicate little throat and dance in her entrails. But I
kept silent. No need to cloud the issue. She could see just how serious I

The ritual was painful. I don't know what she did but it smelled like death
when she began burning the herbs. The chant was in Latin. I used to speak
Latin but I couldn't make out her words. Her voice was so quiet, the stench
of death was so strong. I waited to feel the change. It was a long time

A long time I sat in the circle of white candles as she carefully went
through the motions she mapped out. The ensconcing of my soul felt like hot
brands all over my body, tearing away my skin, feeding on my long dead
internal organs. Hours passed with blinding pain and whispered words. I
waited for my prize and when it came, I screamed.

Stumbling home, I fell into my bed. I felt like I had been beaten. Cordy
came to my door, entered with her usual boldness. She gave me blood, chided
me on my behavior and gently covered me as I fell asleep. She understood my
pain, I think, better than anyone else. She didn't ask what had happened to
me or where I had been. I didn't volunteer the information.

I would just lay there for a few minutes until my strength returned and then
I would go to Sunnydale and reclaim my mate. Those thoughts were my last
before I fell into an exhausted sleep that lasted for three full days and

"We thought you were not going to get up again," Fred said in her normal
chipper voice as I strode through the lobby.

"I'll be back," I said with a nod to the group standing by the counter. I
didn't bother telling them where I was going. They would figure it out
sooner or later. Either way, I was going to get Buffy back.


I lurked outside of the Magic Box. A Scooby meeting was in full swing. It
didn't occur to me to wonder just what they were meeting about. Buffy and
Spike were on opposite sides of the room. It was obvious that her friends
didn't know. He was staring at her like he used to stare at Drusilla. He
loved her. She treated him with disdain. She didn't love him.

I felt relief wash over me. She didn't love him.

I watched the happenings inside waiting for my moment. Clenching and
unclenching my fists, I thought about what moment I would choose. Buffy
sensed me, just as she always did. She knew I was there. She lifted her
beautiful blonde head and looked around. She made her way toward the window
and I watched Spike watch her. Rage boiled over inside of me. I couldn't
hide from her and she was just steps away from finding me skulking in the
shadows. Taking a deep unneeded breath, I stormed into the store.

The only patrons were the Scoobies and I brushed past Buffy, heading
directly for Spike who involuntarily took a step backward.

"Spike!" I growled.

Grabbing him by his leather duster with one hand, I crushed my fist into his
shocked face once, twice, three times. Blood was pouring openly from his
mouth and nose as I hit him a fourth time. He tried in vain to hit me back
and to block my blows but I was a man possessed and his actions were

I vaguely noticed Buffy trying to pull me away but I ignored the sensation
of her, focusing on my Grande Childe. Both of our faces had changed
somewhere during the beating and I continued to punch him several more times
before I slammed him against the nearest bookcase. I enjoyed the sound of
his head cracking against the wood, splintering it. Books showered on us
from the shelves, falling around us but they went unnoticed as I spoke for
the first time since I first said his name.

"You dare touch my mate," I said, my hand around his throat, "You dare lay
your hands on MY MATE?"

"I'm in love with her," he croaked, the sound coming from somewhere under
the blood that covered his face. I slammed his head against the bookcase

"Have you fed off her?" I screamed. Buffy was yelling my name behind me. I
vaguely wondered how long she had been speaking and how long she had been
pulling on my arm.

"No, sire. I swear," he croaked again.

"ANGEL," Buffy screamed in my ear. Using all of her Slayer strength, she was
able to wrench me away from Spike. I stumbled back with the force of her
shove. Spike slipped to the floor staring at me.

I knew why he was looking at me that way. I knew why all of them were
looking at me that way. No one had ever seen this kind of rage in me before.
It wasn't surprising, I had never felt this kind of rage before.

I found my footing and moved around Buffy to get at Spike again. Pulling him
to his feet, I slammed him against the bookshelf again.

"If you EVER touch my mate again, I'll kill you. Do you understand me, you
little fuck? She is mine. She bears my mark. She belongs to me. Do you

"I'm in love with her," he repeated.

"You are only alive right now because you are my Grande Childe. That is the
only reason I have allowed you to live. You fuck my mate again and I will
kill you as slowly and painfully as possible. I don't care if you love her.
You WILL NOT touch her again. Got it?"


Buffy pulled me off of him again and this time I turned around to face her.
Her eyes were wide with shock as my golden eyes met hers.

"Angel, what the hell are you doing?" Her hands were on her supple hips. She
was angry. I wanted break her, fuck her, make her beg for my love, make her
proclaim her love for me. Only for me.

I grabbed her by her shoulders roughly, "What the hell am I doing? You're
fucking Spike and you're asking me what I'm doing? I left you to have a
normal life in the sunshine you're fucking my Grande Childe!"

I watched as she looked around at her friends. All wore shocked looks and
seemed to be in indecision as to what to do about the crazed vampire
currently holding The Slayer.

"We need to go talk somewhere else," she said to me, her face more angry
than I had seen in a long while, her eyes flashing daggers. She tried to
shake me off but I backed her into the counter and gripped her more tightly.

"You belong to me. The only vampire you'll be sleeping with is me."

"I belong to no one. And you can't, remember?"

"We'll see about that," I said. Pulling her along with me, I turned to leave
the Magic Box. I turned at the door and looked at my bloody childe, "I'm not
done with you Spike."


Angel was in a rage and I was angry as he drove. Spike backed down from
Angel's rage. He made a show of trying to fight back but I knew that he
wasn't trying. He had taken his Sire's mate and broken an unspoken vampiric
law. That was why he always avoided the scar. It was Angel's mark on me.

If I hadn't been so angry, I might have wondered how Drusilla fit into the
picture. Angel had certainly slept with her when he had become Angelus
again. Spike all but admitted it when he came to me for help. Perhaps it was
different because Angel was Drusilla's sire. Maybe one day I would ask...

I tried not to look over at Angel as he drove us to the mansion. I stared
ahead. And waited.


Buffy went along with me without a fight. She climbed into my car and a
heavy, angry silence filled the car as I drove to the mansion. When we
arrived, she got out of the car and stood next to it, breathing anger
through her nostrils and out of her mouth.

"How dare you come here and beat up Spike and then tell me who I can and
cannot sleep with? You left me, remember? Did you conveniently forget that
little detail?"

Still in game face, I walked around the car and grabbed her, "I didn't
forget," I growled.

"What? So, I can only sleep with people who are on your approved list? I'm
not yours anymore, Angel. So let me go and get the hell out of my town." She
pushed my hands away, shrugging out of my grip, but I grabbed her again and
pushed her against the gray stone outer wall of my mansion, pressing my body
against hers.

"*I'm* the only person on the approved list. No more Parkers, Rileys or
Spikes. You belong to me. Now and forever."

I crushed her lips against mine, kissing her roughly around my fangs. I
tasted her blood in my mouth from where my teeth cut her. I didn't care. I
kept kissing her, pressing my arousal against her. Reaching down, I lifted
the hem of her sundress and tore her panties away. Plunging my fingers
inside her, I found her wet for me. She moaned against me, her hands bracing
against my chest.

"No, Angel," she whimpered even as she moved against my fingers.

"Yes," I said, pulling my fingers away from her hot center to unzip my pants
and release my cock. Lifting her onto my erection, she wrapped her legs
tightly around my waist. I plunged into her, pressing her lithe body against
the cold stone wall.

"You are mine," I said, slamming harder into her. I ripped the front of her
dress away and caught a perfect nipple between my teeth and sucked it
roughly into my mouth.

"My mate," I said, feeling her inner muscles clenching around me. Moving to
suck my mark on her neck, I waited for her invitation for me to take her
blood. I sucked her neck harder, not breaking the skin.

"Please Angel," she whimpered as I continued to suck her neck and rock into

"Please what?" I growled.

"D-drink," she whispered. Another deep growl erupted from deep inside me,
while I moved inside the heaven of my love, but I did not answer and I did
not drink. My golden eyes searched out her hazel eyes as I moved inside her,
deeper with each thrust. I waited for her to tell me the words I wanted to
hear and reached between us to worry her swollen clit.

"Angel," she screamed as she climaxed against me. It took all of my self
control not to climax with her. I held out, moving against her harder as she
convulsed around me. Listening to her breathing as I pressed her harder
against the wall, I kept my steely gaze on her beautiful face. I caressed
her scar again, this time my fingers covered with her honeyed juices. Her
smell was intoxicating and I silently begged her to relent.

"Angel," she panted. My name on her lips was sweeter than any other sound to
my undead ears. I moved inside her more slowly, "Please."

I licked her neck, sucked the juices I left there but did not break the skin
even as my fangs itched to sink inside her delicate neck. She arched against

"I'm yours. I belong to you. I love you. I will never give myself to another
man...or vampire," She moaned. With that I sunk my fangs in and as her
powerful blood rushed into my mouth, I poured my lifeless seed into her and
I felt her orgasm with me. Licking the wound, I held us there against the
wall. Crushing her to me, I began to sob like a child.

Her arms were around me and she whispered soothing words in my ear as she
caressed my back. Once I calmed, I looked into her eyes, searching for the
love I needed more than anything else in the world. It was there pouring out
from her large hazel orbs.

"I love you. I'm...sorry," I said, feeling myself harden once more inside

"I love you," she whispered back. Holding her tightly against me, I walked
into the mansion and lowered us to the bed. Moving inside of her, we kept
our eyes locked.

"I love you," I whispered again, "I won't leave again."

"I won't let you," she whispered back.


Buffy slept, wrapped around me. Three nights we stayed together without
leaving the mansion, except to get food and blood. I looked down at my love
and gently kissed her forehead. I eased myself away from her and dressed
quickly. Had to pay Spike one more visit before this was finished. There was
only four more hours of darkness left and I intended to take full advantage
of all of it.

Creeping from the bedroom, I made my way through the mansion. A hand fell on
my arm as I reached the door. Buffy was standing there - naked and golden
and glorious.

"Don't," she whispered, tugging me back.

"Boy needs a lesson," I growled.

"He lost me. He lost," she said, her eyes pleading, "Don't you think that's
punishment enough?"

"He. Touched. My. Mate." I was still angry. I felt ashamed that I had so
little control when it came to Buffy.

"Stay here," she whispered, pressing her naked body against mine, caressing
my rapidly growing arousal, "We have time to make up for. You won, baby.
Stay here with me."

She jumped up, wrapping her strong legs around my waist, squeezing against
my groin. I felt her wetness seep through my cotton pants and I released a
ragged groan as I covered her mouth with mine and carried her back to the
bedroom. Shucking off my clothes again, I knew it was finally over. She was
mine again. Somehow everything else would fall into place as long as I could
be in her arms.


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