Hi! This is the first story I'm writing here. Please note that English is
not my actual language, so don't mind mistakes if you find them! You can
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The Return
It was night. The moon was shining, stars were falling and the wind blew trough the leaves of the trees. She smelled the air, felt the oxygen going trough her body. She felt finally alive. Even in this place of death.
A pair of hands came trough out the dark and embraced her. A soft touch made her skin shiver and goose bumps spread all over her body.
'Oh Spike, damn you. . . ' Buffy sighed, as his hands went underneath her blouse. In an brusque attempt to turn over to kiss his face, the hands suddenly held her arms tight so she could hardly move.
The strange feeling came over her that something was wrong, Spike's hands weren't that big, and these hands had shorter fingers. She knew those hands. She knew them far too good.
'What the hell are YOU doing here!' she cried out, pulling her arms out of the tight grip and turning around.
'I did expect you to recognize me soon, but it surprises me that you are so touchy about things like this so suddenly', the man in the long dark coat answered. 'And certainly I didn't expect you to say the name of the vampire you almost killed with my help a couple of years ago'.
'Well, things have changed', Buffy replied, 'and when did you become so harsh in your handling?'
'Well, things have changed.'
Buffy smiled at the mysterious man, before flying in his arms and hugging him.
'Glad to have you back, I've really missed you', Buffy whispered in his ear.
Suddenly a shadow came from under a tree, and a pale man with bleached hair came walking towards the two people hugging.
'Angel', Spike murmured, watching Buffy and Angel abruptly stop their deep hug.
The Return
It was night. The moon was shining, stars were falling and the wind blew trough the leaves of the trees. She smelled the air, felt the oxygen going trough her body. She felt finally alive. Even in this place of death.
A pair of hands came trough out the dark and embraced her. A soft touch made her skin shiver and goose bumps spread all over her body.
'Oh Spike, damn you. . . ' Buffy sighed, as his hands went underneath her blouse. In an brusque attempt to turn over to kiss his face, the hands suddenly held her arms tight so she could hardly move.
The strange feeling came over her that something was wrong, Spike's hands weren't that big, and these hands had shorter fingers. She knew those hands. She knew them far too good.
'What the hell are YOU doing here!' she cried out, pulling her arms out of the tight grip and turning around.
'I did expect you to recognize me soon, but it surprises me that you are so touchy about things like this so suddenly', the man in the long dark coat answered. 'And certainly I didn't expect you to say the name of the vampire you almost killed with my help a couple of years ago'.
'Well, things have changed', Buffy replied, 'and when did you become so harsh in your handling?'
'Well, things have changed.'
Buffy smiled at the mysterious man, before flying in his arms and hugging him.
'Glad to have you back, I've really missed you', Buffy whispered in his ear.
Suddenly a shadow came from under a tree, and a pale man with bleached hair came walking towards the two people hugging.
'Angel', Spike murmured, watching Buffy and Angel abruptly stop their deep hug.