Denial

"Don't walk away from me, bitch!" Buffy screamed, playing the part of Grace's jilted teenage lover, she would blow that beautiful face right off, then it would no longer haunt James, it would no longer haunt her.

"Well done James," said the teacher, his friends sniggered as, handing back James's graded homework, she paused to look into her favourite student's eyes. He was barely sixteen but Grace was captivated, addicted even.

"I've got to go," this was getting uncomfortable, "Go...yeah," but the reply was distant, and they moved in, for what was probably her first kiss, but sickeningly Angelus's first move in manipulating Buffy....he had never hated himself more.

"Now, give me the gun," Angelus pleaded, reduced to begging by this dead slut's possession, "Don't, don't do that dammit!" "Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid-" BANG!...for a spit second both ghost and heartbroken girl revelled in the destruction of their soulmates life's.

Denial of a weakness, the thing that stood between him and the Slayer's luscious little neck....He loved her so much he had to break her.

Denial of a weakness, that created a wall of lies, making a normal life impossible....She loved him so much she had to stop, somehow.

Tears ran down their faces, as in unison, James and Buffy cocked the pistols they held, eyes flickering shut when the cold metal met flesh, music played in the background, not really his style but it had been his and Grace's first dance together, subconsciously Buffy's free hand felt for the promise ring in her pocket, a gift from Angel.