"Immortal Beloved..." CXXIV...
PG-13
Disclaimer: If ya are fan-fic writers, where's your disclaimers?
Disclaimers? We ain't got no disclaimers...I don' need to show you
no stinkin'...No, Joss, no...I make no claims, put that thing down!
It's all yours and ME's...
Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...
Summary: Though the standard IB format, one of (124) versions of
events
following the end of Angel S5 episodes from "Girl in Question"
through
to "Not Fade Away" and beyond... (Not a continuous story, though some
are multipart...)
Archived (soon) at the 'Normal' Buffyverse page of the Buffy Rebecca
verse at -http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/buffyrebecca/index.html
,
scroll down to "Immortal Beloved" series ...
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Senzafine
[Music: Coti Zelati / Lyrics: Scabbia / Ferro]
[Adapted English translation:]
My time flows slowly
gliding upon the veil of my naked skin
If I'd not overstepped the borderline given me
maybe I would not be here
Now what's the sense
of trying to embrace a purer past
Looking forward I will risk
but I will answer my questions
All that we'll be
It was already written
If he truly exists
God has failed
Every spoken word
will be the mirror of your sorrow
will reflect the fault
will feed the hatred
Beloved
My fate choose
For you I still resist
For you I'm still standing up in this moment
of pure madness
I understand no longer if I should wish for good or evil
Even if sin maybe gave me more
Now what's the sense
of opposing resistance to a settled destiny
But I will manage to withstand
Awake me
O...Beloved
My fate choose
For you I will resist
Awake me
It isn't choice without you
It isn't life without you
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"Don't stop it..." harshly...
"It's not exactly the original Italian..." Andrew paused, pulling his
finger back from the tape player while eyeing the silent figure in the
hospital bed... "But that's the note..."
"I see..." a quiet tone... "And that was the last...?"
"We lost all contact through our agent after that...Until she showed
in Rome, claiming everything'd gone well in Austria...No mention of
the note..."
"Andrew...I should kill you..." the same quiet tone... "If you'd told
me when we came to Rome..."
"She'd've killed me...And you'd be dead...Maybe both of you..." Andrew
sighed... "She thought she could handle him...So I did...But I didn't
know what she was doing...I thought it was all part of the Chairman's
plan...Not a deal of her own...I knew she loved you but I never
thought..."
"She'd risk cutting a deal with a Partner to save me...And now..."
"I don't know exactly what's happened...But whoever or whatever the
Immortal sent back to Rome that day...It's not the Buffy we
know...However much she may seem..."
"She's not dead, Andrew...I'd know..."
"I don't think she is either...But this..." Andrew tapped the note...
"It's obviously a message...She barely altered the lyrics of the
song...She must have figured if our agent was stopped, no one would be
too suspicious..."
"Yeah...He has her...And is trying to break her..."
"But...This is Buffy Summers...What could the Immortal have that...?"
"He had me of course...She didn't fight, isn't fighting, because
he'd've had his buddies here destroy me...Andrew, why should I trust
you?...It's much easier to believe you're the deception..." steady
look...
Stare back...Ummn...
"Give me a reason...A good one...Right now..." return to the quiet
tone...But a definite trace of menace...
"I...If I was lying I could have just had you dusted when you were
brought here...Or if I was part of the plot, just let her come to you
and finish you off..."Andrew, hurriedly, gulping a bit...But steady in
his return look...
He has learned some Ripper from ole Giles...William
thought...Nodding...
"Good enough...Though it's this..." he took the note from Andrew's
hand... "...and my gut that I mostly believe..."
"We don't have much time, William...She'll be suspicious if I keep her
from you while you're still here...I've got to get you out..."
"Is it her?...Her body?...Or can I kill her?...What am I dealing with,
Wells?..."
Kill her?...Andrew involuntarily stared at the flat sheet under which
a missing leg should have been...
"It's her...But..."
Voices in the hall...
"Well?..."
"I can't say more now...I don't know whom to trust here...Look, we
have to get you safely to England where my people..."
"You have 'people' now?..."
"Spike...We can't trust anyone here...I can't risk saying more...But
I'm going to get you out..."
"Right..." he nodded... "Thanks..." Andrew nodding back, rose...
"Leave the tape too, please..."
Ummn... "Will...Someone might..."
"It's all she has...All she's clinging to...I don't care, Wells...I
have to have it...So long as I hear it, I can feel her..."
"Please, Andrew..."
Andrew sighed but handed him the player...
"Try to keep it hidden, Spike...Especially from her if she manages to
reach you...See you in England..."
"Right...Thanks..."
The first faint strains reaching Andrew as he went out into the
corridor where Council staff and a few of the local Slayers hurried
about...
Awake...William whispered, listening...
Awake...O, Beloved...
(A little extra scene for the opening of "You Only Live Thrice..."
http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/buffyrebecca/yolt.html)
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