As a slayer, Buffy Sommars never thought she would fall in love. More specifically she never thought she would fall in love with a vampire as it was so unheard of. A slayer and a vampire…together? Was that even allowed? Though, according to Gyles it was rather poetic…Buffy however, least expected it, but Angel was always there for her whenever danger was around the corner and in her way. And as much as she wanted the love to be eternal and last forever it seemed the universe did not want the two of them to be together. Something had always gotten in their way and that was one thing that she had hated the most about.
She understood that things happened for a reason and there were always good versus bad, but she wished for once everything could just go her way. In fact, she felt somewhat responsible for what happened to Angelus, for how he changed after they made love. That night she shared with him had meant everything to her, she loved him, and she truly did. But he….he changed and she felt disgusted with herself. To think that a slayer could be in love with and vampire was ridiculous.
Since she lost him that night the days were long and she felt like she was living in hell. She continuously blamed herself for what had happened. She never thought she'd lose him, because he had always been there for her since the beginning. She tried to distract herself with school and friends, but it seemed almost every little thing reminded her of him. And she seemed to only make the situation worse when her friends only inquired on how she was doing. She had completely changed—she was almost cold. Well, anyone who had been in love and who has lost someone they loved would understand that statement yes?
Buffy felt cold as ice, lying in bed in tears. She couldn't talk to anyone about it. She tried to wrap her head around the events that had gone by—to understand the situation and make more logical sense to it to see what could have been done differently, but there was nothing that could have been done differently, nor could she had stopped it from happening. He had reached his complete happiness with her—even if she could have figured out a way of stopping it, she had no clue about his history, his curse. And those thoughts pained her even more to know the fact that she could not do anything.
"Angel," She sobbed.
She felt the fabric of her pillow between the cracks of her fingers. Rain pounded against her window in the background and she soon cried herself to sleep—she cried and cried until she could not cry anymore. And she disappeared into the darkness that has consumed her from within, all because nothing goes her way.
Bodies meshed, her lips were on his….his was on hers….rain pounded on the roof. The rhythm was beautiful and perfect as his body arched and moved at a perfect speed that she could handle. His soft skin was felt beneath her fingertips of which ran up and down his back with his significant beautiful tattoo visible. He was beautiful…everything about him….was beautiful….she didn't want this to end. She could stay like this forever….she wanted to stay like this forever….
There was a clash of lightning. She looked up and Angel was not her sweet Angel.
There was a loud boom of thunder that could be overheard, startling Buffy awake from her beautiful dream that soon turned into a nightmare. Her hands clutched her bed as she breathed heavily with tears. Her window bounced open from the wind. To her left was a vanilla piece of paper folded in three. Her eyebrows furrowed as she lifted the paper up and slowly unfolded to discover a perfectly drawn sketch of her fast asleep.
Angel…
She dropped her head into her hands and started to cry.
It wasn't over yet.
END.
