That Voodoo You Do Do
Summary: As Angel and Buffy try to spend a quiet Valentine’s Day together,
someone from Angel’s past had other ideas.
That Voodoo You Do Do
disappointed. He had thought they would find France replete with fattened aristocracy,
blood sweetened on the finest cheeses and wines. What they had found was Holtz.
Or, more accurately, Holtz had found them, again, relentlessly driving them
from place to place. Angelus had grown bored of the constant vigilance, and
against the admonition of his travelling companion, he abandoned her in the
lush hotel to go on the hunt.
out of the ordinary, just the sleepy goings on of a small provincial town
nearing midnight. Vendor’s stalls that were set up along dirt roads had been
abandoned and the only buildings still emanating light from the windows were
the several buvettes that flanked the marketplace. A few patrons milled around
the entrances, but the streets were largely deserted, in no small part because
word that two vampires had entered their midst tended to circulate quickly.
with his current locale, his gaze soon drifted outside the town proper. After a
few moments he noticed a bright glow of orange in the center of one of the far
fields. The firelight cast the long shadows of the dancers across the flat
plain. He could barely make out swatches of white moving in erratic patterns,
the wearers too far away to make out faces. He strained and could make out
rhythmic drumming and occasional shrieks emanating from the moving patches of
white. “What’s this, then?” he asked aloud.
worshipping demons.” A drunkard had swayed into his path, following his sight
line. “Fresh in from Africa.”
rolled his eyes in disbelief. “They’re probably just trying to make it rain.”
His mouth curved into a cruel smile, and the next words he spoke were under his
breath. “I’ll give them a real demon to worship.”
when he had finally reached the fields he found them abandoned. The worshippers
had somehow been alerted to what was coming and had fled in a hurry. But, as
luck would have it, they had left behind a lovely bottle of rum which made for
a very nice evening indeed.
with a start. For a moment he was unsure of where he was, still caught
someplace else. He braced his hands against the mattress, cobwebs of the dream
still holding claim over his brain. His reverie was broken when Buffy moved
slightly in her sleep, the soft susurrations of her heart and even breath the
only sounds in the room. Angel wiped a shaky hand over his face, then moved
closer to her, seeking out her warmth. He wrapped his arms around her middle,
pulling her flesh against his broad chest and nuzzling her hair. She sighed
softly and brought her hands to his, fingers entwining, never waking. Why had
this dream come now? Of an event that in the grand scheme of what he had done
barely even registered when he dredged up recollections of his past ills?
Memory was a strange mistress indeed. He shivered involuntarily and Buffy shifted,
trying to wrap him around her tighter, perhaps sensing his need for her even in
around the kitchen noisily, her actions sending Zillah for cover, sensing the
human’s irritation. In truth, it was silly. She knew that. Being angry at a
vampire for sleeping late was like blaming a zebra for its stripes. But, their
time together was supposed to be special. After much cajoling from both her and
Angel, Giles had been convinced to take a long trip that would culminate in London
at the symphony with Alex. He was probably visiting with Nick right now, Buffy
mused, and would most likely confirm this when he called in a few hours. She
hoped Angel was up by then. She wanted him up with her now, sharing brunch and
talking about what they would be doing with the alone time. And to weasel out
of him what he planned for Valentine’s day, which was only two days away. He
had remained mum on the subject, even after various threats had been levelled.
She sighed and plunked her coffee mug loudly on the table, wrapping her robe
tighter at the waist before sitting.
soon after, hair slightly mussed and sticking askew. He shot Buffy a cautious
smile, probably sensing her annoyance but wisely not mentioning it, and kissed
her on the crown of her head. “Mornin’.” He moved over to the fridge and pulled
out a carton of blood, filled a mug, and warmed it in the microwave.
ok?” Buffy’s voice contained the slightest tinge of sarcasm, and she winced,
knowing he’d catch it.
He watched her
for a few moments before answering, seeming unsure of what to say. The beep
indicating his breakfast was ready finally prompted him to speak as he moved to
take out the mug. “Um…kinda.” He brushed past her legs that had been propped on
the table, gently replacing her slippered feet once he had cleared. He pulled a
chair closer to her, moving her feet into his lap. “It was weird.” He waved his
hand around his head. “Weird dreams, I mean.”
Buffy sat up
straighter, interested. “Weird how?” A look of concern crossed her face,
driving out any vestiges of displeasure. “Like prophetic dreams? Is something
softly. “No, no. Nothing like that.” Buffy relaxed back and he affectionately
rubbed her foot. “Just dreams about the past. Stuff that happened a long time
“Like in the
big bad past? That kind of stuff?” Her voice sounded very small. She looked
down at her mug. “Do you dream about that kind of stuff often?”
shrugged. “Sometimes. But it’s not a big deal. I’ve lived a long time, have
lots of stuff floating around up here,” he pointed to his forehead, “sometimes
they come out in dreams.” His eyes were faraway for a moment, then he dragged
his gaze back over to Buffy. So beautiful, he thought for the millionth time.
“What made this weird is that usually if
I dream of the past, it’s of the…big things.” He shifted awkwardly and his eyes
absently rubbing her ring, but then dropped her hand and took Angel’s in her
own. “This wasn’t one of the big things, then?”
the back of her palm with his thumb, thrilling when he saw the shiver pass
through her. “Nah…honestly, I would have been hard pressed to even remember
this one. Was a little preoccupied with other things at the time. Like
surviving.” He yawned, stifling his mouth with a fist.
their hands, getting a tighter grip on his. She pulled his hand towards her
lips, lightly kissing each of his knuckles. “Do you want to talk about it?” She
fixed hazel orbs onto him, her smile promising more.
He gave her a
slow smile, brown eyes hooded in anticipation. “Not really. Not much to tell,
anyways.” He took her mug from her hands, setting it on the table. He pulled
her over into his lap, lips claiming hers. “I’d rather do this.”
him just long enough to make refusal an impossibility, then sprang her trap.
Her voice was breathy and seductive. “Or…we could talk about what we are doing
for Valentine’s day.”
Whatever.” Angel was caught in the moment, blood apparently flowing in the
wrong direction. It took his brain a few moments to catch up. He froze, hand
tangled in her hair, face nuzzled in the curve of her neck. “No fair. That’s
was tinkly and light. “You’re the one who’s being all ‘international man of
mystery’ about the whole thing, goofball. Of course I’m going to resort to
guerilla tactics on this one.”
continued to try and distract her, rubbing cool lips along heated flesh,
seeking her pulse and finding it quickening. “Points for effort.” He traced
kisses along her jaw line, making a slow journey towards waiting lips. “Want to
continue this discussion elsewhere?”
his attentions difficult to ignore and returned his kiss with some heat. “Up
for some pillow talk?”
That was all
the affirmation he needed. In one swift movement in which it seemed he barely
moved, Angel swept Buffy into his arms and headed for their apartment.
Sometimes having a vampire for a boyfriend rocked.
was troubled. He brushed a hand through the intricate vevé he had traced upon
the floor the night before, scattering the cornmeal. The mambo that had called
yesterday from his famille had been correct. Notorious for bending the rules,
the Gavons were at it again. The loa he had invoked the night before confirmed
the mambo’s suspicions.
and stood, wiping his hands off on his pagnè, a brightly colored
jack-of-all-trades cloth that both African men and women were known to wear. He
poured himself a cup of water, trying to remember what he had learned last
night. His met tet, or patron saint, the Ghede Nimbo, was a kind and benevolent
loa, but a trickster who often spoke in riddles.
He tried the
words aloud. “Debts repaid. Dreams of what one wants. Dreams of what one fears.
The same dream. Dreams of death and love.”
He rubbed a hand tiredly across his face, his voice sounding hollow in
his own ears. What did it mean?
He had gotten
little sleep since arriving in Westbury in the late afternoon the previous day.
The call from the mambo had come from Togo, reversing the charges. Mama Gamé
was a powerful vodoun priestess, and Koudjo only had to learn a hard lesson
once to pay careful attention to her words. She had told him the Gavons were
active again. They were descendants of a very powerful vodoun famille which had
been taken from West Africa a few centuries ago in the slave trade to France.
Their descendants were many and they could now be found throughout Britain and
parts of Europe. Koudjo was aware that Fofo Gavon resided in the area, and like
him was a houngan. He was most likely the culprit.
What made the
Gavons so dangerous is that they didn’t respect the central values of Vodou.
Although Hollywood had sensationalized voodoo through lurid tales of black
magic and zombies, vodou actually centered around ideas of honor and respect to
all people. And above all to family, both earthly and ancestral. The use of
vodou for dark purpose was strictly forbidden. A key principle that the Gavons
failed to follow.
Koudjo the most was that Mama Gamé had said their foolish actions would disable
a powerful warrior of light. A warrior whose presence helped to maintain the
careful balance between good and evil which allowed this dimension to operate.
When he had
asked the loa who he was looking for, the answer he had received was ‘walking
death’. He had asked if that meant someone ill, and the loa had laughed and
laughed. “Walks in death as he did in life, enfant.” Whatever that meant Koudjo
couldn’t even begin to guess.
and snuggled in closer to Angel, burrowing her head underneath his neck. “Mmmm,
that didn’t suck.” Her voice sounded like a purr.
and rubbed his hand over her back, lightly tracing the curve of her spine with
cool fingertips. “Most decidedly not.”
putting her chin on his chest, catching his eyes. “So…you want to throw me a
bone here and talk about Valentine’s day?”
He smiled at
her joke, and she laughed out loud, realizing, hiding her face on his skin. He
let her stay like for a moment before he started stroking her hair. “I guess I
could tell you a little something about my plans.” His eyes were shining with
tell!” She sat up on her knees, wrapping the sheet around her. She scooted
closer towards him. “Tell me!”
around her waist and pulled her over so that she was straddling him and she
shrieked in delight. He leaned forward and drew her into a kiss. “I want to
not that I’m complaining or anything, but don’t we do this sort of stuff all
the….” She trailed off, any words truncated by Angel’s ministrations. Something
in the way he was moving awakened a fire that spread across her belly. The
passion she was feeling for this man at this moment was unparalleled from
anything that had come before. Angel could feel it building, too, and with the
barest of movement had pinned her underneath him.
His tongue was
probing the spot where he had marked her before, alternatively laving the spot
and pulling at her pulse, willing the blood to the surface. He raised his eyes
to hers in a question which she answered with a quick nod, heat ratcheting up
to a new level when she felt his fangs enter her. He drank from her, moving
over her in slow undulations, sucking and pulling her blood into his mouth.
Oh god. The
taste. Warm and strong and magic and Buffy. It was like coming home, it was
everything. The perfect gift, an eternal kiss. He would make her his forever.
She was gasping and groaning beneath him, pulling his hair, willing him
forward. He could feel her heart slowing, the flow of blood running to a
trickle as he pulled the life out of her body. Once finished, he pulled out and
ran fangs over his wrist, placing it over her mouth. She clamped on, slow and
tentative at first, then with more and more hunger. He let her drink until it
was enough, then gently pushed her away. She tried reaching out for more. So
strong. His girl. He laid back and watched her, waiting….
OH GOD! Angel
flew up, pulling Buffy into his arms, repulsion and terror flooding his body.
He said her name over and over, rocking her, tears slipping down his cheeks.
What have I done?
Angel, we can’t stay in bed all day.” Buffy was nuzzling her lover, reluctantly
trying to force him into wakefulness. “Actually, we can, but you know, girl’s
gotta eat sometime.” She looked over towards him, surprised to see his features
were bathed in moonlight. They had been asleep longer than she had thought. She
reached across him to switch on the lamp, digging her toes in his side in an
attempt to rouse him. She stared at him for a long moment, marvelling at his
still beauty, how in sleep he looked in death. “Angel…come on.” She butted his
arm with her nose.
move, but he was wearing the barest smile on his lips. Buffy thought perhaps he
was playing a joke on her. “Hey, buster, this isn’t funny.” She wasn’t trying
to hide her frustration. “Fine.” She stood up, yanking the duvet off and onto
the floor. “You just lie there all day. Sleeping. See if I care.” She was
loudly slamming drawers around, broadcasting how she felt on the matter. Angel
still hadn’t moved.
began buzzing in the back of her brain. Something telling her this was all very
wrong. “Angel?” Her voice was soft, penitent. She moved back over to the bed,
jostling his shoulder lightly and then with increasing force. Still nothing.
blazing bright through her veins and her heart was thudding loudly against her
ribcage. She looked wildly around the room, looking for something, anything,
with which to rouse him. If he was faking, there was going to be serious hell
to pay. He was faking. He had to be faking. He still wasn’t moving.
As a last
resort, she opened her bedside drawer, pulling out the small cross he had given
her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as she placed the cross on the back of his
hand. His hand recoiled slightly and a short hiss escaped his lips. Although
she had pulled it back quickly, a burn mark had already formed, marring his
pale skin. He still didn’t move. Ok. This was very, very wrong.
Out on the
lawn, as near to the window as he judged to be safe, a small man laughed and
laughed, rocking back and forth and slapping his knees with glee. He was
dressed in a top hat and black tuxedo, glasses shading his eyes. His skin was
so dark it was almost blue in the moonlight. “Oh, Baron, we’s gonna have a good
time wid dis’un!” Fofo Gavon was just sure of it.
was up in the full tilt boogey range. She had vowed that she wouldn’t call
Giles until it was absolutely necessary. She could figure this out on her own.
The cats had already fled the tempest. The library had suffered her wrath,
books and papers had been thrown haphazardly around in a way that would she
knew would give the former Watcher a serious case of the wiggins, but this was
for the greater good.
sickness? Apparently came from a fly from Africa. Comas were typically induced
by severe head trauma. And vampires could hibernate for periods of time when
food sources became scarce. Huh. That was a new one. She pitched the book
across the room in disgust where it hit the far wall with a crack.
“I can do this
by myself. I don’t need Giles. If I call him, he’s just going to come back, and
this weekend was supposed to be special…Valentine’s day…” It all sounded very
silly when she said it out loud. This was about Angel. Without further thought
she picked up the phone and dialled Giles.
In the small
adjacent apartment the vampire dreamed on unaware of the drama unfolding around
him. The dream was on a continuous loop, each time becoming more intense. The
ecstasy of turning her reached levels he thought were almost unbearable, but
paled in comparison to the agonizing horror he would experience upon
discovering once again what he had done. He was aware he was caught, but he
knew that any attempts at fighting would be futile.
out loud. “No, he’s nothing like a zombie.” His friend’s curiosity as to the
nature of Angel never failed to amuse him. As did his obvious infatuation. “Ah,
speak of the devil…” Giles retrieved his cell phone from his jacket pocket.
“Hello…” His brow scrunched in confusion. “Buffy, slow down, slow down.” Nick
had abandoned his pint and moved closer in an obvious gesture of concern.
“He won’t wake up. I’ve tried
everything. I even tried…I burned him with a cross, Giles. He won’t wake up.”
“How long has
he been sleeping?”
“About 6 hours…”
“This was after he had slept for like 8
mind switched on. “Are you there with him now? Good. Does he have any symbols
on him? They could be very small.” He waited while she looked. “No parasites of
any kind? No head injury? What did he eat today? Can you look around the room?
Are there marks of any kind that were not there before?” Nick raised his
eyebrows, but Giles raised a hand to stave off questions.
“Wait…there’s something here. Under the
bed. It’s a symbol of some kind.’
“What does it
“I dunno…kind of like a coffin with a
cross over it.”
cross? Are you sure?” Something was tugging at his brain, the memory of what
this meant. He wished he had his books before him.
thinking…I’m thinking…Wait! Baron Samedi! Of course!”
French for Saturday. He is a vodou loa, A patron saint of sorts. He is known
for trickery and disruption, and he is the loa of death and resurrection.”
“Voodoo? As in zombies and human
sacrifices voodoo? This can’t be good.”
trying to reassure his Slayer across the wires. “You watch too many movies,
Buffy. Vodou is an ancient religion that started in West Africa…”
“Giles, can we skip the history lesson
and move on to the part where I kill him and Angel wakes up?’
can’t kill him. He’s already dead. An ancestor. Apparently, someone called upon
the Baron and asked him to curse Angel somehow. We need to find this person,
ask them to call off the loa.”
“How am I supposed to do that? Knock on
doors, ask if anyone cursed my boyfriend lately?”
hear the frustration in her voice, could see in his mind’s eye that she was
pacing around the room, always keeping a watchful eye on the slumbering
vampire. “I have a friend in London, he is a houngan, a vodou priest. His
number should be in my address book in the library. His name is Koudjo
“Cujo? The evil dog?”
again. “No, Buffy. Many Togolese are named after the day of the week on which
they were born. Koudjo means that he was born on Monday. He comes from the
famille Ghede Nimbo. Baron Samedi is an incarnation of the Ghede, so he should
be able to tell you how to proceed. Would you like me to call him?”
“No…I will…how do you spell his name
Nick waited to
speak until after Giles had completed the call. “Never a dull moment?”
but his friend could see the worry on his face. “Seems that Angel has fallen
ill. I fear someone might have placed a spell on him, trapping him in sleep.”
“Oh dear. Are
you going to go back? Is there anything I could do to help? I am a doctor,
“I’m afraid a
doctor won’t have the particular medicine needed here.” He sat back heavily and
drained the remains of his pint. “I know Buffy is loathe to ask me back, wants
this time alone with Angel…but maybe we should call it a night, just in case I
have to leave suddenly. Never a dull moment, indeed.”
Koudjo was at
his wits ends. He didn’t even know what he was looking for. He desperately
tried to remember why the name Westbury had sounded so familiar. An old friend,
perhaps? He pulled out the small weathered notebook from his back pocket.
Rupert Giles! Of course! And if anyone would know of mystical happenings, it
would be Rupert.
He had found
the address without much trouble, and a friendly pub owner had pointed him in
the direction of Rupert’s residence. It had been many years since he had seen
the Englishman, and he was quite shocked when the door was opened by a
diminutive blonde girl.
He removed his
cap and shifted from foot to foot. “Miss, I am sorry, but I am looking for
Buffy eyed the
visitor warily. He was short, only a few inches taller than herself, but she
could tell he was strong, lean muscles hidden under baggy clothing. His accent
was thick, sounded perhaps Caribbean. Decidedly not British. “He’s not in right
surprised she was American. The girl looked wary and very tired. He offered his
right hand to her, bowing his head slightly as was their way. “My name is
Koudjo Agbigbi. I am an old friend of Rupert’s. I…”
Koudjo?” Her entire demeanor changed as she pulled him inside, suddenly
welcoming and warm. “I tried to call you, but only got an answering machine.”
She was leading him rapidly towards an apartment adjacent to the main house.
“I’ve been a complete mess, didn’t know where to turn. How did you even know to
come? Did Giles call you?”
He had to run
a few steps to catch up. “No, he didn’t.” She turned towards him, slowing to a
stop. “I just knew that something had happened here and thought Rupert would be
the best place to begin.”
What something?” The guarded expression was back.
do with the Gavons.” Off of her confused look, he continued. “I am houngan, a
vodou priest. I received a call yesterday from a mambo, a priestess, from back
home warning that some harm was to come to someone in Westbury. The Gavons are
notorious for invoking loas for purposes of mischief. She was afraid they would
end up hurting someone. When I invoked the loa last night, her suspicions were
confirmed.” He looked hard at her, wondering if he should continue on or wait
for Rupert to return. The worry and fear he saw in her eyes spurned him on. “Do
you know of anyone who could be described as ‘walking death?”
widened but she simply nodded and pushed open the door they were standing
beside. “He’s in here.”
The man was
dead. Of that, Koudjo could be certain. His chest did not rise and fall in the
steady rhythm that indicated life, and his skin held a ghostly pallor only seen
on corpses. But he was alive as well. Koudjo could feel the power emanating
from him, the magic which had made the impossible possible.
underneath the bed confirmed his hunch. Gavon had invoked the Baron to carry
out his prank. Koudjo looked over at Buffy, as he had discovered was her name,
and found the girl’s face to be full of concern and compassion. She had love
for this creature. “I need to call upon the maker of the vevé. This symbol
here. It was made to call upon the loa, to bring him forth. I must respect the
rules of our religion. The one who made the vevé must have a chance to tell me why he did this to your friend
before I can call it off.”
and stepped over to the bed, taking Angel’s hand in her own. “How will you find
“Oh, I’ll get the Baron to do it for me. Gavon will not be able to resist the
call of his loa.” He knelt before the symbol and pulled out a small sachet of
red powder and an airplane bottle of rum. He opened the bottle and placed it
near the center of the symbol, then sprinkled the powder around the edges. He
began to sing: “Papa Ghede bel garçon. Ghede Nimbo bel garçon. Call out to your
child, the one who brought you forth. Bring him to this house.”
the song several more times before Buffy became aware that someone else had
entered the room. He was small like Koudjo, and yet more squat. He was dressed
in a tattered tuxedo and top hat and wearing sunglasses. His smile was broad
and spoke of mischief.
“Oh, we’s been
having a good time here,” his voice was high and nasal. “Such a good time!”
from Angel’s side, pulling Gavon up by the neck. He let out a short squeak.
“What did you do to him?’
were wide, he hadn’t expected the strength of such a little one. She released
her grip slightly so that he could speak. But only slightly. “Oh, he’s not
being hurt none. We’s just taking payment on a little debt, is all.”
Her voice was hard, her eyes unyielding.
owes us a debt.” Buffy dropped him on the floor. He laughed as he stood up,
brushing himself off.
passed over her face. “What did he do?”
“Oh, he came
to the Baron’s party, long times ago. Drank his rum, kicked over his pe and
govis. Baron was right mad. Blamed the houngan, he did. Houngan was my kin.
Placed boils over his face!” He shook his head and chuckled.
telling me that you’ve held a hundred year old grudge against Angel because he
drank some rum and your great-great-third-cousin-once-removed got a rash?” Her
eyes blazed with fury.
“It took the
better part of a week to clear, it did!” He was stepping back away from the
girl, hands up in supplication. “We ain’t hurting him none.”
this moment to speak. “This is a being of great power. He is a warrior of
light. Your actions have removed him from the fight of good.”
And we ain’t hurting him none!”
Koudjo had been right. Vampire. Generally thought to be creatures of evil, but
he could feel the soul on him. But if that were true all of this was
impossible. The Baron would never speak to this one. Unless… “Is he a father?”
looked at him in surprise.
his hands wide and attempted to explain. “If Angel truly is amabue, the Baron
would not be able to talk to him, affect him. The Ghede only speaks to those
who have children.”
glimmered with tears. “Yes. He has a son.”
chuckled. “Whys we had to wait so long. Wait for him to have a child.”
was back, and she grabbed Gavon’s shirtfront, slamming him into the wall behind
them. “Wake him up. Now.”
and gestured for Buffy to put the other man down. “He can’t help you. I need to
invoke Ghede Nimbo to come and put this right. Baron’s probably somewhere
laughing away. He is not cruel, but he loves a good joke. The Ghede can make
smeared the white powder across Angel’s forehead and cheeks, and drew a wide
stripe across his chest just as Koudjo had instructed. She had found a pair of
white pajama bottoms and used them to cover Angel’s lower extremities,
preparing him in the traditional color of vodou ceremonies.
seated at the far side of the room, cross-legged, gaping at them like a
changed to his black and white robes that symbolized the Ghede. He looked down
at Buffy, indicating she move away. He explained that once the loa entered him,
he would be gone. The loa would only speak to Angel. She nodded in
understanding and moved to the far wall.
He brought out
more rum and placed it on the floor on the vevé, adding a few cigarettes and
coins inside. He handed a small drum made of stretched goatskin to Gavon, who
began beating it in a rhythm that almost sounded like speech. Koudjo began
dancing, stamping his foot in time with the drum beats, jumping and rolling his
shoulders back. He was singing something that reminded Buffy of Native American
chants, and the chant was peppered with shrieking as the drums built to a
crescendo. After a loud shout, he stopped suddenly, as did the drums. All was
quiet for the better part of a minute.
When he looked
up again, Buffy knew for sure that Koudjo was gone. His deportment had
completely changed. Koudjo projected an air of calm and quiet. The man standing
here now was cocky and sure, swaggering over to where the vampire lay. He
clucked his tongue at Angel and rubbed his hands together. “Yo, there. Samedi’s
done pulled a trick on you boy.” He blew on his index fingers and laid them over
Angel’s eyes. “Yous better wake up. The world’s awaitin.”
Buffy let out
a breath she didn’t even know she was holding when she saw Angel begin to stir.
“Angel?” She ran over to his bedside. His eyes were open but he wasn’t looking
at her. He was looking at the Ghede.
ya, child. He’s in with the loa, just now.” Buffy threw an annoyed glance in
Gavon’s direction, but stepped back all the same.
leapt as she saw Angel rise and stand in front of the loa. He stretched a bit,
trying to restore full range of motion in his long limbs.
biggun, then.” The Ghede peered up at him. “So, what did you dream about? Did
you have some fun in there?”
Buffy was sure
she saw something flicker through Angel’s eyes before he answered. “No.”
Ghede laughed. “Oh come now, the Baron wouldn’t make the dreams all bad, now
the question with another. “The Baron?”
Seems you swiped his rum awhiles back. He was right mad.”
Angel ran a
hand over his face and shook his head in disbelief. “That’s what the dream was
about….” The Ghede tilted his head to the side, appraising the vampire. “So you
got me out of this?” He received a nod in response. “Thank you. How can I repay
you. Make things right?”
The Ghede offered
him a wide smile. “Wouldn’t say no to a bottle of rum. Would make things right
with Samedi too. What’s a little rum between family?”
and relaxed, offering a hand. “Consider it done.”
man seemed to collapse down as if releasing something. And with that, the Ghede
was gone, leaving Koudjo in his stead.
Buffy took a
tentative step forward. “Angel?”
around, suddenly realizing she was in the room. She rushed to his side,
wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. “Buffy….”
“Are you ok?
Did it hurt? What did you dream about? Did you know that I was there?” He
smiled at her endless barrage of questions, and submissively allowed her to
give him a cursory medical exam.
casting a long look at Koudjo over her head. “Everything is alright now.”
After she had
certified that he was ok, they escorted their guests out, but not before giving
profuse thanks to Koudjo and pledging to have Giles contact him. Angel also
promised to send along the finest bottle of rum that could be found in
When they were
finally alone, Angel pulled Buffy into a tight embrace.
“Are you sure
you’re ok?” He nodded in response, as he did the other 40 times she had asked.
She slid her hands into his and took a step back so she could get a better look
at him. “What did you dream about?”
quiet for a long minute, eyes far away before finally dragging up his gaze to
meet hers. “It doesn’t matter. It is something that will never happen.” When
she opened her mouth to protest, he silenced her with a kiss.
back from him. “Now wait a minute! You know…that thing we do? Talking? Not
keeping secrets. I like that thing.”
He sighed and
pulled her close again, nestling above her head. When he spoke he sounded distant,
his voice a murmur. “It wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare. I dreamed that I
turned you. Over and over. I would wake up and realize what I’d done just to do
it again.” He shivered and she ran a soothing hand across his back.
into his eyes, finding them haunted and scared. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. That
would never happen. I know it wouldn’t, Angel.”
several times before nodding at her. “I know. It won’t.” He bent down pulled
her towards his chest, craning his neck so that it rested on her shoulder. She
knew the gesture was more to assure
himself than for her. She allowed him to hold her tightly for a lingering
moment before pulling back and looking up at him again.
Buffy had run
the last couple of steps towards the house, her restlessness and curiosity
getting the better of her. She had promised Angel she would stay away so he
could set up his gift, just as she had promised to let him go shopping on his
own the previous evening. Why was he being so mysterious about everything?
assaulted her when she opened the door. The smells emanating from the kitchen
were heavenly, and as she entered she saw that Angel had prepared a feast of
her very favorite foods in the whole world. Lasagna, calamata olives from
Spain, Rosemary-olive oil bread, wine. And the coupe de grace: cookie dough
mint fudge chip ice cream.
know about this?” She held up a sticky green spoonful. “I thought your vampy
tastebuds weren’t too discerning.”
He grinned at her. “You like?”
into his lap. “I love. You want?” She held her spoon to his mouth but he turned
want to waste it.”
what was left on the spoon and turned her attentions back towards Angel, raking
her fingernails over his chest. “Hey…I know you’ve been spending a lot of time
in bed lately, but…”
They were up
in their room before she could have even finished the sentence. Yep, sometimes
having a vampire for a boyfriend rocked.
Buffy in sleep. Noticed how the moonlight played across her small features.
Noticed the curve of her back. Noticed how she was turned towards him, neck
exposed, in a gesture of total and complete trust. He took in a shaky unneeded
breath, steadying himself, dragging his gaze away from where he had left his
mark so long ago. There was nothing to see now, but he knew where it had been
all the same.
The dreams the
Baron had sent had been a not so gentle reminder that although his soul was
safe, the beast was still inside, waiting and at the ready. Because as
nightmarish as the dreams had been, a large part of him had enjoyed them as
finally claimed him, the vampire slumbered dreamlessly.
This is my
very first fic for PP—would love any and all feedback! Thanks for reading!
A great big
akpé kaka (thank you very much) to DS, Jo and Ares for their wonderful
- Loa: Patron saints who serve man. The vodou
pantheon is quite large, and every loa has different characteristics
including sacred numbers, colors, speech mannerisms and dress. Groups of
vodoun (follows of vodou) are grouped by their famille (family) of loa.
- Ghede: The most benevolent of the loa of the dead,
powerful in healing and as a protector of children. It is often thought
the Ghede will only speak to those who have children themselves.
Samedi: An incarnation of
Ghede. Usually dresses in a tuxedo and top hat with dark glasses, as if in
death. He is noted for disruption, obscenity, debauchery and having a
particular fondness for rum. He is the god of sexuality, death and
- Vevé: Symbolic design, formed on the ground by
sprinkling wheatmeal or cornmeal, representing the loa to be invoked. The
vevé for Baron Samedi/Ghede Nimbo is a coffin with a cross superimposed on
- Houngan: Fully initiated priest of vodoun.
- Mambo: Fully initiated priestess of vodoun.
- Pe: Altar stone used in ceremonies.
- Govis: Small jars believed to contain the spirits
of the ancestors.
Ewé is spoken
in southern Togo as well as parts of Ghana and Benin (which is where vodou
originated). In Ewé, Koudjo does mean boy born on Monday, just like Adjovi
means girl born on Monday.
I totally made
up the word amabue, as I don’t know how to say vampire in Ewé.
reading on vodou, these sites are very helpful: