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Title: Brutal 42/100 TtH Prompt: #59 Fight Summary: The end of Angelus. Brutal Buffy looked over at Daniel. “Remember what I told you in the car.” Daniel stilled his struggles and nodded. “Right.” “All right, Angelus. Let’s end this,” she said calmly. The face of her first love twisted in anger and he attacked. He moved with the speed and skill that matched his status as a master vampire. Each punch and kick were filled with his intent of ridding her from his life once and for all. He was so intent on bringing her down, that he didn’t even resort to his usual taunts. Daniel watched the pair in amazement. In the field he had learned that Buffy was a tough fighter, but it wasn’t until now that he understood how tough she was. But he had never expected that seeing her fight a vampire would be so brutal. This was not the sort of fighting that he had grown accustomed to over the past eight years. That had usually been at a distance where they fell quickly and he couldn’t see the life leaving the eyes of the enemy. This was hand-to-hand, face-to-face, fighting and dying. And it was something she had done every night since she was fifteen. No wonder she was so guarded with her emotions. He felt the hands on his arms loosen and he looked at his captors out of the corner of his eye. Their attention was focused on Buffy and Angelus’ fight. Taking advantage of their distraction, he wrenched out of their grasps and managed to get away. With fumbling hands he pulled the stake Buffy had insisted he carried out of the back of his waistband. Better prepared, he swung around to face his pursuers in time for a heavy punch to hit his nose. He staggered slightly and then slammed his fist into the guys face and then punched the other one. Buffy’s face remained calm as she blocked Angelus’ offense. Both her mind and her heart were resolved to the fact that this must be done. There was not going to be a last minute save like last time. This was the end. She could see the growing frustration in his eyes at how long this was taking. Just a little more and he’d start making mistakes. All she had to do was patiently wait for that moment. This felt strangely unfamiliar, which was odd considering how many times they had fought the first time he had lost his soul. It felt like she was fighting a stranger, which maybe she was. She had changed a lot since high school and so had he. She had grown more sure of herself and her abilities and compared to the other evils she had faced in the past, Angelus was barely a blip. A poser really. “Buffy!” Daniel called out, once the ashes of the last vampire fell to his feet. “Just stay back, Daniel,” she said. In her peripheral vision she could see him wrap his arm with something. This was getting boring for her and Daniel needed medical attention. She gave up on the patience thing, it wasn’t really her style anyway, and switched from a defensive strategy to an offensive one. Inch by inch, Angelus grudgingly backed up under her assault. “And here I was worried that the years had made you soft,” Angelus growled. “Never. I think you’ve been caged by that soul for so long that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be evil. Ending the world or opening the hellmouth? That is so lame. Every two-bit vampire tries to do that,” she said during a flurry of punches that caused him to give up more ground. “You’re still alone. No man, barely one friend, and I heard your old friends abandoned you,” he said with a sneer. “Maybe. But I’m all I need,” she said with a smirk. “Now, Daniel!” Angelus turned to see Daniel standing ten feet away. The archaeologist gave him a jaunty wave as Angelus felt Buffy shove her stake into his back. “Bye, lover,” she whispered in his ear before he turned to dust. Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
