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Different Sorts

Summary:
Two strangers come to Forks, Washington to investigate rumors about vampires and werewolves. What they discover changes everything ... for them, and the people they meet. But is there really such a thing as "happily ever after" when death is involved?


Notes:
ATTENTION READERS: DO NOT STEAL MY STORIES. Someone has stolen some of my stories from this website and posted them as their own on fanfiction.net. It is plaigarism, it is stealing and it is illegal. Read, enjoy -- but don't steal. Buffy/Twilight series crossover Takes place after New Moon and post-series for Buffy. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


12. Chapter 12

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When night fell again, Bella and Edward dressed and climbed back into the Audi and returned quickly to Forks. When they pulled into the secluded driveway at the Cullens’ house, they could see that many of their belongings had already been packed up – tucked neatly into brown boxes and wooden crates.

Bella and Edward were greeted with hugs and kisses, but the hellos were brief and the new couple was soon helping pack.

Just before dawn, Buffy and Spike arrived. The Cullens were planning to leave that night – it was supposed to be sunny that day – and the Slayer wanted a chance to say goodbye. She wanted to spend a few more hours with the strange vampires and the girl who’d given up her life to live with them. In many ways, Buffy could relate … she, too, was in love with a vampire. (Two vampires, technically). But her vampires were different and Buffy became nauseous at the idea of changing into a creature like Spike or Angel – even with a soul.

“How is it?” Buffy asked, as she and Bella carried packed boxes out to the cars. Bella walked slowly – both to match pace with Buffy and because there was no real hurry – not yet. Not until after dusk.

Bella shrugged. “It’s different. I’m still kind of getting used to it – things like super-strength and hearing. It still feels weird that my heart doesn’t beat.”

Buffy nodded. “I don’t think I could do it … if it were me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t give up my life like you did. I have too many friends, my family … I couldn’t leave them behind. And the other Slayers … I can’t just abandon them. I mean, it’s true, the life expectancy of a Slayer is considerably shorter than most humans. But I couldn’t leave them willingly. Not after everything we’ve done … I mean, it’s kind of my fault there’s a gazillion Slayers running around on the earth. It’s supposed to be just me.”

Bella pursed her lips. “That’s actually very brave of you.” At Buffy’s questioning look, Bella continued. “I had it pretty easy. I mean, for one – being on the whole brink of death thing didn’t really leave me with much of a choice. Plus, I didn’t have a lot of friends or family or responsibility – not like you. I mostly just gave up my parents … which was hard, believe me ... but if I had what you had …” Bella sighed and didn’t finish her thought.

“Well, at least you have Edward. The two of you—“

But Buffy had stopped walking. She dropped her box at her feet and let her mouth fall open. The wind blew her hair into her eyes, but there was no mistaking the sight before her.

“Angel?”

Bella heard Spike curse on the shaded porch behind them. “Bloody hell.”

A man walked up the dirt road. He was wearing dark slacks and a white button-down shirt – open at the collar. He was smiling. And when he saw Buffy, his face glowed. He paused, watching her reaction – she was motionless – then picked up his pace to meet her.

They stood less than a foot apart, just staring at each other – the man with an expression of pure joy; Buffy with plain shock. Then Buffy kicked her box aside, wrapped her arms around the man and pulled their faces together.

When they parted, the look of shock had not left Buffy’s face. “What are you doing here?” Then she noticed the sunlight streaming through the trees – it was why Spike had not left the covered porch – saw the light touch his hair and his face. “Angel?”

He grinned and nodded. “It’s me.”

“But you’re …?”

“Not a vampire,” he whispered.

“Human?” Buffy asked hesitantly.

“A champion.”

Buffy squealed. She felt tears in her eyes and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips. “You’re a champion.”

He nodded and they kissed again. Buffy wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he swung her around – her feet lifting off the ground. She screamed in delight.

“I can’t believe this – you’re really here, aren’t you?” She touched his face.

Angel nodded. “I’m really here.”

Then he looked around, noticed Spike on the porch – noticed Bella and the other Cullens watching him. His eyes narrowed. He whispered in Buffy’s ears. “They’re all vampires.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know.”

But Angel still seemed nervous; on edge. “Buffy, we should get out of here.”

“No, Angel, it’s okay.” She tugged on his arm, trying to get him to move towards the house and the other vampires.

But he stayed put. He shook his head. “No. This is a dangerous situation here. Buffy, what are you doing with them?”

She looked up at him. “I thought you were human, now. How can you tell all these things?”

He shook his head. “I’m not human. I’m a champion. It means I’m no longer a vampire and no longer immortal – but I’m still strong; I still have senses. It’s how I found you here. I’m your match. Your counterpart.” Angel looked down at her and grinned. “And if you’re finally done baking, you could say I’m the glass of milk – to go with your cookies.”

She smiled up at his face, rays of sunlight dancing on his skin through the leaves. “Baked and cooled.” They kissed again.

“Buffy?” It was Bella this time. She stood nearby, still holding her box – and still uncertain of the situation with this new stranger.

Buffy turned to the new vampire, beaming. She held Angel’s hand in her own and walked forward. “Bella, this is Angel.”

Bella’s eyes widened. She and Buffy had not known each other for long – but long enough that she’d heard a fair few stories about Angel.

Angel and Bella shook hands carefully and in an instant Edward was at her side, stepping between them. “Can I help you?” he asked.

He was nervous. He’d heard the thoughts in this man’s head. Thoughts of vampires and blood and stakes and killing other vampires. Killing Bella and his family.

“Edward,” Buffy said, intervening. “This is Angel. The one I told you about.”

Edward relaxed, somewhat. He was still nervous by the man’s thoughts – but they weren’t all that different from the Slayer’s. This man just wasn’t used to vampires like the Cullens. He was used to vampires like Spike; like himself.

Edward eyed him, still wary. “How come you’re not burning up, like the other one?” He motioned towards the porch, where Spike now stood glowering at them.

Angel looked at Spike, then looked back at Buffy, a question in his eyes. Then he turned to Edward. “Why aren’t you? You’re not burning, but you are a vampire. All of you are.” The other Cullens were still watching the exchange, having paused in their packing when Angel had arrived.

“We’re not like you,” Edward said.

Buffy tugged at Angel’s arm. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll fill you in while we help them finish packing.”

“Packing?” Angel felt so confused. Spike was here with Buffy and they were helping a group of strange vampires that didn’t burn in the sun. But he followed this time, as Buffy pulled him towards the house.



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