Days seemed to turn into weeks for Buffy. Sure waking up at 5 o'clock was something she could get used to, but the dreams. They made her wake up in the middle of the night thrashing and moaning around in bed. She just couldn't get that man out of her head! He was a poison. The type that injected itself into your body and halted your every thought until you couldn't think of anything else but the feeling of it seeping through your veins.
Damn. Missed again!
Buffy stood steady and tall as she closed her left eye. She cocked her gun back and readied herself once again. Her aim wasn't off. She knew that much. It was her concentration. All her focus was on the man who looked like the god of war.
Fuck! I'm wet just thinking about him! His god-like body, his soul searching eyes…oh those eyes. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! I missed again!
She sighed as she pressed down on the button to pull the target forward. She leaned in closely to inspect the bullet holes. She replaced the paper human target and then pushed it back into shooting range. She took a deep breath and pulled the trigger hard as she watched the bullet hit the heart of the target as the shock of the bullet vibrated through the gun and into her sweat soaked palms.
Well it's not the head. But it'll do!
"At least I hit it this time," Buffy said as she raised her gun once more and strained her aim before another shot was fired. Again, she began to breathe in and out in a well practiced ritual until she felt a presence behind her. With a huff she turned around at the intrusion, frustration clearly shown on her face. She then froze with a shocked look as she blinked back the feeling of desire that threatened to consume her.
"You shouldn't sell yourself short you know." He just stood there, his eye brows slightly lifted, leaning against the black wall. He tentatively walked towards her, as if he was a bit afraid that she would aim her gun at his head.
Finally coming-to, as if hypnotized, Buffy tore her eyes away from Angel's. Her gazed was trained to the floor as she replied.
"Wha..," she cleared her throat trying to gain more nerve. "What are you doing here?"
Angel glanced away from her to think of his reply. His relaxed gaze fell upon Buffy's shredded target. He then noticed that there were bullet holes covering every part of the human body except its head.
He nodded his head towards the target as he looked back at Buffy.
"You missed a spot."
Buffy threw a frown at him and placed her hands loosely on her hips.
"Yah think?" She muttered sarcastically.
Angel smirked as he again began to slowly approach her. But he had no worry this time weather or not Buffy would shoot him. Kick him in the balls, possibly. But shoot?? Never.