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22 September 2012 @ 11:38 pm
Time to say goodbye.  
Characters: Samantha, Barbara. Then Spike and Angel.
Time: 3 AM
Location: Angel's Mansion.
Thread Status: Open to Barbara at first. Followed by Spike, and then Angel.

Sam sat there for the next hour, her eyes searching her lovers as he spoke to her about … everything that had happened between him and Buffy the vampire Slayer. Some of the things.. she never could imagine him doing, but others.. she was unable to repress the growl of jealousy that erupted through her clenched lips. But, she had to keep her calm, she promised him that she would.

He told her about how the dream had started with him being obsessed with always wanting to kill her. To get another slayer in his notch of kills in his bedpost.. but it turned into something else. The obsession changed and he became.. in love with her. The dream… it had changed everything. His heart. His mind. his body. His .. well, mini-him. He had tried to get her to be with him, but nothing had ever happened.

She turned him down at every turn and every corner. That was.. until she had died.

Buffy died saving the world - ugh - for the second time, and Spike had been utterly devastated. Her heart admittedly hurt at the idea of Spike being so heart broken, and she had curled up into his side, trying to be comforting as he talked. She felt better when he had wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close to him as he continued to talk. He told her of how Buffy just wanted to feel.

During a very… very terrible little couple of days where everyone was singing. Although, Sam admitted that she would have loved to be there.. she would have loved to hear him sing.. She was sure that it was.. heavenly and sinful at the same time. His voice just did that to her regularly.. she couldn't wait to hear him sing to her one day. But anyway. After all the singing.. they had kissed. And their relationship began.

She, of course, was ashamed of being with him. She kept their relationship a secret, and he continued to sleep with her whenever he wanted to, and whenever she wanted to as well. They brought down buildings, literally.. and it made Sam want to destroy an even bigger building then an already condemned house.. Just to one up the slayer.

The relationship had ended sourly.

But for some reason, she kept him in her heart. So close to it that she would let him be apart of the good fight, and Sam was a little upset by that. She couldn't shake the feeling that Buffy was still in love with Spike, and that she would do anything to get him back. Well, maybe not anything, but that she wouldn't mind the vampire to be so close to her again.

The conversation had turned to her, but she was unable to tell him anything, because there were footsteps in the mansion, and they had belonged to her sire. There was only one set, and she took in a deep breath. She could feel the sorrow, and the pride, and the.. just pain… she didn't know what else was there, but she knew what this was going to be.


She turned to Spike and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, her fingers gently tracing the skin over his cheekbones, down his cheek and chin before she was up and out of the bedroom before he even had a chance to blink. She moved down the hallway, and down the main staircase to see Barbara sitting by the fire. She took in a deep, unneeded breathe again and crossed her arms over her chest.

"How long are you staying?" she asked softly.

She knew that her sire brought her here for a reason. She knew, that that reason was either the fight.. or Spike. She also knew, that even though they loved each other dearly, and that they were family.. and best friends.. Sometimes when one had a different path than another.. they had to let them go. Because if you truly love something.. or someone.. you must let them go.
wildlyinnocent: Black and redwildlyinnocent on December 28th, 2012 02:10 pm (UTC)
Sam was not entirely sure what to react to what she was seeing. Part of her was getting a little more than on the hot and bothered side, but the other part of her... wanted to rip Angel's head off for doing things to Barbara. She was assuming that the lust had been left over from the threesome.. amazing, threesome session between her lover and her sire, and that she still wasn't finished. She still wanted more.. She was still young, only 80 years.. She still had a lot of stamina. Hell, she knew Spike still had a lot.. they were definitely going to be a good pair.

Especially once she got that pesky little chip out of his brain.

Naughty thing.

It was then that two things happened at once, she felt Spike tensing next to her, the second that she smelt the salt on the air as well. It was thicker than any of the lust, or the sex that was covering the room in its own scent. Her eyes flashed toward Barbara, and they hardened immediately. No one. No one. Not even fucking Angel the fucktard could make her sire cry, not while she was around.

She felt the hand of Spike's keeping her down next to him, and she wasn't aware that she had been moving until she was back in his lap, and he was holding her tight to whisper into her ear. "That's not Angel... and she knows it."


Sam's head whipped toward her lover and her eyes were full of confusion. She could still smell the soul on him, as he was the only one in the room that had one. She turned to face the pair... and blinked. She stared hard at Angel, and watched the emotions cross his eyes as her sire talked to him. It was then that she clued in.... Angel may be there, but in that moment, Angelus was running the car. He was speaking. He was ready to teach everyone in that room a lesson, only because.. Angel was scared.

Ha, Angel was scared. That was something to tell the grand-fledglings.

It was then, as Barbara began to talk, she saw something in her that she had never really seen before. Sure, Barbara had always been her teacher, being her sire and all... but there had always been something lacking in her, something that made her a true...true sire.

In their relationship, Sam had to be the dominant more often than not, and that was because Angelus, hell, even Spike had trained her to be - at least that's what she was guessing by hearing about their little temptation. Sam had to always be the one to punish Barbara when she felt as if she needed it, needed the smacks, or the restraints, or the blood play... Sam rarely got it.. Once in a while Barbara would take up the reigns, but it mostly always Sam that was the leader. The one with the tight sexy leather pants as it were.

But here. Right now. Barbara had her big girl pants on.. and she was standing up to him. She was saying no. She didn't want this.. and if Sam were in the mood to talk... She would have been so very proud of the woman that stood before her. She'd come so far in the past 80 years, and Sam couldn't help but feel like a little part of that had to be because of her.