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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.
Barbara O'Connor: corruptchaoticxbarbara on February 27th, 2013 04:53 pm (UTC)
“I’m not abandoning you Samantha...I’m letting you go so you can fly, the only thing I’ll ever be able to provide you with is iron wings...but....if...” She stepped forward, lowered her voice. “I’m only a few towns away....a few hours drive, a nights run if that...” She pressed her lips to Sams lips, and then to her forehead.

“I need you to go inside now, just for a moment.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I need to speak to your boyfriend for just one second, mono e mono.”

She turned slowly back toward Spike, waited until she heard a door shut behind her, and then another...She crossed the distance between Spike and herself. “You will take care of her...won’t you?”

"You know the answer to that kitten."

“Good. Then I’ll only have to say this once, if you screw up...if you hurt her or make her cry...” Her hand suddenly grabbed his groin, squeezing painfully hard, “You’ll wish that the only thing I do is remove this.” She released it, and when she did, he let out a breathe. She took a step back then, and turned around, but just as she heard Spike start to relax, swear under his breathe she took another hit off her cigarette and then turned and punched him square in the face. He tackled her to the ground and she hit it with a hard thud. He blacked her eye before she could fight him off, but once she vamped she was able to get on top of him, she laced her fingers through his hair and slammed his head against the ground, again, and again. She punched him, and she felt his nose break underneath her fist. She knew it would heal within only a few hours. She sat up then, straddling him and grabbed him by the front of her shirt.

“If you didn’t already understand, that was for touching what was mine without my fucking permission.” Spike looked at her and spit, she was sprayed with his blood. She licked her lips and grinned. “You still taste like sweet-tarts.”

By the time she made her way around the bend to where Angel was in his car she saw he had already packed all of her stuff. Sam was leaning against the wall in the shadows, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Angel. She stopped about halfway between Sam and Angel and fished around in her pocket, she found the keys to her car and looked at Sam, tossing them in her direction. Sam caught them without trying and then looked at Barbara, long and hard. She smiled, and got into the passenger side of the car.

She turned and grinned at Angel who was staring at her with slightly widened eyes. She had shown up covered in scratches, dirt and blood with a blackened eye. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not my blood.”

She leaned back in the seat and put her feet up on the dash-board, trekking dust and mud against the clean interior as she did.