#there's a reason spike says he's going to find Drusilla where she is and kidnap and torture her until she loves him again and be the man

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In rewatching some of the Angelus and Buffy scenes in season two... I actually think Angelus is in love with Buffy, but in a twisted way. And I never thought that before.

Or moreover... I think he’d love her, if he could love at all. And if maybe his toxic relationship with Darla hadn’t taught him so badly (and possibly even his toxic relationship with his dad), since Angelus is Angel at his worst.

Like, there’s a line between love and hate and it’s obsession. And Angelus couldn’t reach love, so he took the obsession Angel felt for her in a hate kind of way.

But Angelus actually seems jealous of Buffy dancing with someone else in the Bronze in Passion (if that’s what happened. I’m just watching alley box’s reaction to the video, guys). And the fact he was so mad, that he kissed Buffy and loved her/said he loved her when possessed by a ghost says a lot, I think. And, he, like, takes this kind of joy out of hurting her more than anyone else can, like Angel probably would in getting her and loving her like no one else could.

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Tristan Tormented

Warning: I do not own the rights to the television show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, its spin-off series Angel, its dark horse comics continuation series, or any of the characters created by Joss Whedon and others in the Buffyverse. 15 years +, Mild to Strong Violence, Sexual References F/F, F/M, M/M, Other +

Volume 6 - #TEAMTWISTED #FRENEMIES

A year can seem like nothing sometimes gone within a blink of an eye but we all have those years which change everything for us whether it’s the year you fall in love, get married, lose a loved one or go through something else heart breaking making it a year that you will never forget and often a year that seemed like it lasted forever. For Tristan Summers, the first year in which he felt like lasted forever was the year he lost his adoptive parents at the hands of Drusilla which led him down a downward spiral that revealed the monster inside of him. The second year in which felt like forever was the year after deciding to try giving a redemption a shot, caging the monster inside of him once and for all by admitting to his past and learning to move forward with the help of his biological father Angel and Faith, who he now considered a friend. In that year he learned how to really fight, live and think like a slayer thanks to Rupert Giles’ drilling and constant slayer training that began tedious for Tristan but he soon grew to love it and then miss Giles’ expertise when he eventually decided to return to New York City. Tristan had spent almost a year living under the same roof as Angel who kept a watchful eye on his tormented son as they worked together to help Tristan get on the right path, forming a bond with his father for the first time but never fully accepting him as his father. He had not seen his mother Buffy Summers, her bewitching friend Willow Rosenberg or her on/off again vampire lover Spike in that year nor did he see his former best friend Mandi Jenkins, having killed her boyfriend over a year ago. Los Angeles had Angel as it’s protector and San Francisco had Buffy, however as Tristan’s conscious continued to grow he realized New York City had nobody reliable to protect it, which was a huge realization for the person who used to be that city’s biggest problem, so he decided to return to the big apple once again, opening up a new dive bar where humans and creatures could both enjoy cheap drink and this time his co-landlord was none other then Faith Lehane, a friend who began as an enemy and now the only person in the world he trusted more than himself. Yes, a lot had changed in the year that Tristan had turned from a rogue slayer to a vampire with a soul and in what was only a year felt like a lifetime ago for Tristan Summers but just because he had come to terms with his past does not mean everyone else had.

Tristan had found himself alone in his and Faith’s bar Rogue’s, wiping down glasses late in the night, so late the bar had closed it’s doors to the public but not late enough for Tristan to worry about sunlight now that he would have to worry in Rogue’s wear every window had been spelled to protect any vampire from sunlight, not that much ever got into the alleyway in which the pub was located. Rogue’s was the perfect lovechild of Tristan and Faith, taking everything that Tristan loved about his previous bar and adding elements of who he and Faith were now. There was an anti-violence spell so humans and demons could not harm either/or, a spell which Faith had learned from the loveable demon Lorne’s contacts and had been performed by a local coven, who also did the magical windows. Rogue’s was a safe place for everyone, and everyone was welcome, well almost everyone. “I never thought you would wind up back in this city slinging drinks for us undead folk although I suppose your one of us now.” Spike proclaimed as he walked through the front door, making his presence known to Tristan, who found himself instantly irritated by the peroxide haired vampire’s arrival. “We’re open for everyone and everything.” Tristan replied as he finished cleaning his last glass, placing it on the bar counter with the other glasses. “Well almost everyone, we are closed!” “Here is me thinking you and I were on the same side now,” Spike responded with a devilish smirk, knowing he was winding up the slayer turned vampire. “Guess I was wrong in thinking that would make us get along better then?” “You annoy me, you have always annoyed me, good or bad, me or you, you are always bloody annoying!” Tristan snapped at him. “And do not think that because you got lucky last time you would stand a chance in a fight with me now!” “Here I am not looking for another fight especially now your less psychotic!” Spike told him. “I reckon your parents would not be too happy with me if I wound up beating up their boy again, listen the reason I am here is because I need yours and Faith’s help.” “Well Faith’s out patrolling so I cannot speak for her, but I would rather go sunbathing than help you out.” Tristan snapped at him, clearly wound up by the fellow vampire, not sure why Spike always irritated him so much but somehow, he always did. “Did I forget to mention this help I need involves Dru?” Spike asked, knowing the mere mention of his sire would grab Tristan’s interest. “Last time we went up against Drusilla I wound up undead not that I am saying no because I am ready to take her on anytime anywhere but why the hell are you so quick to get back into all that crazy.” Tristan wondered, cautious about seeing the woman who sired both him and Spike but eager to get another shot at revenge against her. “She’s got Mandi and I do not think Mandi is chilling with Dru through choice, my guess is she’s forcing her to do some magic for her which does not take a genius to work out it won’t be anything good!” Spike revealed, shocking Tristan by the news his childhood friend was in danger, kidnapped by a vampire he had introduced her to. Tristan had purposely made a point of staying as far away from Riverborn as possible most of his life but more so since he killed Mandi’s boyfriend Lucas, fearing the day he would have to face her again and see her grief caused by his own callous actions, knowing he would never have an excuse good enough to justify her pain but knowing she was in danger changed everything. He had to save the witch from Drusilla and not just because he felt guilty knowing the female vampire only knew of Mandi because of him but because he realized that for the longest time Mandi had never given up on him even when she should have and the idea of her dying despising him was a thought too awful for him to bare.

The only problem with tracking Drusilla down is the obvious tracking her down part, the infamous vampire shows up when you never expect her and always manages to get away with her life managing to avoid Buffy, Angel and Faith on several occasions; a feat not many vampire can claim. Her sire Angelus was killed by Buffy to later return re-ensouled, her grandsire Darla was killed by Angel only to come back get pregnant and then save herself so that Connor could come into the world and her great-grandsire The Master also fell victim to Buffy’s unstoppable and heroic ways. The only other vamp that can claim to have avoided death at the two most famous slayers and the vampire with a soul would be Spike but he wound up on their side, something Drusilla would never do. Drusilla was a gifted vampire indeed as lethal as she was crazy but there was one thing that would let her down every time: her sense of family. It was her diluted sense of family mixed with her gothic traditionalism and her warped mind that had put her in danger so many times before; returning to Sunnydale to try get Spike back despite the threat of the notorious slayer Buffy and facing Angel’s wrath to turn Darla into a vampire once more are just two excellent examples of this. It may have been a long time since she thought of Angel, Darla or even Spike as family, being abandoned by them quite a long time ago but it was through that loneliness that she sought out a new family to which she would later regard to as her children. Her first child Dante was staked, her second child Tristan had joined the same team as Angel and Spike and her third child Mandi was the first of the three to leave her. Drusilla was once again alone without a family, family that had been taken away from her too many times before and this made her more dangerous than ever before. “You have aged since I last saw you my darling girl, but I would not expect less from a human.” Drusilla stated as she walked into a room within the abandoned hospital, she had made her lair, where she was delighted in the sight of Mandi being chained to the bed. “I hear about your soldier man being snacked on by Tristan, naughty boy that one!” “If your going to kill me get it over with already!” Mandi snapped at her, knowing her chances of survival were very slim. “I was tempted to turn you like I did Tristan but that only poisoned him further,” Drusilla admitted with a great sense of sadness, clearly mourning the loss of what she once had. “He broke his mother’s heart by leaving me for that woman…they always leave me for her.” “You are not his mother Buffy is!” Mandi shouted, “The reason people keep leaving you Drusilla is because your twisted and you do not deserve any of us!” “Your words really do cut like a knife, but knives don’t hurt much when you’re a vampire.” Drusilla stated as she walked over to Mandi, grabbing her by the throat with force. “Family always leave, or they wind up getting slaughtered by daddy, I am learning to be okay with being a party of one.” “Why have you brought me here?” Mandi said, struggling to breathe as Drusilla continued to choke her. “Your losing your touch…they’re going to find you here!” “Sweetie I want them to find me this time.” Drusilla said with a cold laugh before snapping Mandi’s neck and letting go straight after as watched her lifeless body drop onto the bed. “You were always my least favorite child, punishing you was always going to be easier…next I will punish him!” Drusilla was done with being part of a family, but she was not done with seeking revenge on those she had once considered family. She had kept Mandi alive long enough for news of her disappearance to spread, and somehow, she knew exactly when Tristan found out and when he did Mandi had served her use. Spike and Tristan were coming for her and Tristan would realize where to go but Drusilla would be waiting, ready to get revenge on them both for abandoning her, ready to kill them both for abandoning her and then if all things went to plan she was turn her attention to Angel.

Just like Drusilla predicted it did not take Tristan long to suggest they go check out her former lair, with himself, Faith and Spike in New York City they would not have to travel long to find themselves back into those woods searching for the abandoned hospital that Drusilla had claimed so many times before. No-one was certain she would be here but for a hunch they thought they had better check it out, I mean it was their only lead and little did they know that the obvious option was the correct one or that Drusilla made herself easy to find as she prepared to act out her revenge against the three of them. “Got to say Drusilla being in the same place as last time seems like on hell of a longshot!” Faith stated to Spike and Tristan as they walked through the woods at the beginning of night, having used the daytime to weigh up their options, due to Spike and Tristan’s tendency to burn in the daylight. “True but better checking here just in case,” Tristan replied to the slayer. “Who knows this time she may want to be found?” “If she does then we are literally walking straight into a trap.” Spike suggested as they continued to walk through the woods. “Which judging by our luck sounds about right.” “Well I like our odds this time even if we are down a witch,” Faith chimed in. “I mean we all know the layout this time and most of came out alive last time.” “As long as I get the chance to stake Drusilla once and for all and we get Mandi out safe then I call it a win!” Tristan told them both, unaware of the cruel irony of his words, unaware that Mandi was already gone. “Trusting Dru whatever goes down here she’ll find a way to come out of it untouched, she’s something else that one.” Spike admitted, causing both Faith and Tristan to look at each other, rolling their eyes as they continued walking through the woods. “Just pointing out facts here guys!” “Yeah well Dru’s days are well and truly numbered, whether it is today or another day she will be dust soon enough!” Faith replied to Spike, while at the same time trying to reassure Tristan, he would get his revenge. “This is why Faith is the only person out of your little scooby gang I can actually tolerate.” Tristan pointed out to Spike, seeing frustration from the blonde-haired vampire who clearly did not like to be called a scooby. “I am not no bloody scooby that shit is reserved for Buffy’s nearest and dearest and that is not me.” Spike argued, making Tristan laugh at the thought of winding him up instead of being wound up by him. “Nor me!” Faith added honestly, although her and Buffy had come along way, she knew she would never be as close to her fellow slayer as Buffy was with Xander, Willow and Giles. “Me three!” Tristan announced with a devilish smirk, as he realized, they were all connected through their fragile relationship with Buffy, whether it be lover, friend, or mother neither of their bonds with Buffy were strong. “Difference is you’re still her kid which means all you have to do is pick up the phone, show her some attention and all is forgiven.” Spike responded to Tristan, attempting to make the demonic slayer realize that building a relationship with his mother would be easier than he thought only to be met by an awkward silence. Now was not the time for Tristan Summers to start reconsidering his relationship with his biological mother Buffy Summers who he had not seen since he had awakened as a vampire over a year ago now whether he found himself wanting to or not Mandi had to be his concentration, he had to right the many wrongs he had done to the witch and he believed saving her life would be a good start. If only he knew his bewitching childhood friend had already met an untimely demise as he, Faith and Spike marched their way towards deranged Drusilla’s lair ready to fight the good fight and play heroes then they would have avoided another twisted turn in Tristan’s story.