Author: Fyre.
Distribution: Yeah, whatever, just email me first to check.
Email: fyre_blayze@hotmail.com
Rating: Around PG-13.
Pairings: A/B, W/Angelus, X/C, G/JC, S/D
Setting: Season Two, after Angelus's return. I'm including Dawn in this, for the merits and brattiness that she possesses. Plus, it's what the Ascoobies would have seen. AU, where Oz and Willow haven't hooked up yet. BTW, Buffy is still in love with Angel.
Feedback: Cmon, I'm an author, who *doesn't* love feedback? No flames please, you try writing something everyone loves, and then flame me. Email, or that little button at the bottom.
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Willow strode quickly along the street, her books clutched in her arms. She hated doing this every night, ever since Angel, well, had reverted to Angelus, just the paces to her front door were scary.
She ran up the steps to the house, dropping a book.
"Oh, fiddle!" she glanced at the street, so deceptively calm. The harsh light of the streetlights were dimmed by the old trees that had grown up in front of them, and the houses themselves were dark. It was late, so late that if her parents had been around, and well, actually *cared*, she'd be grounded for sure. But it was Thursday, so the weekend was only a little way a way.
She bent to pick up the book. A small breeze on the back of her neck made the little hairs stand on end. Subconciously, her hand went to her throat, where her little cross was. Being Jewish didn't really matter in the face of death. Besides, she only wore it when out at night.
She fumbled for the keys, anxious to get inside the house *now*. The door swung open easily as the lock clicked, and she found herself facing the empty house.
wake up Rosenberg! she chided herself with a small smile. She put the books down on a small table, and went into the living room, leaving the door open a second.
The front door banged. Quickly, she whirled around, to find Angelus leaning up against it, a sardonic smile playing on his face, twirling a rose between his fingers.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" he announced, smiling at her, as she stifled a scream.
Distribution: Yeah, whatever, just email me first to check.
Email: fyre_blayze@hotmail.com
Rating: Around PG-13.
Pairings: A/B, W/Angelus, X/C, G/JC, S/D
Setting: Season Two, after Angelus's return. I'm including Dawn in this, for the merits and brattiness that she possesses. Plus, it's what the Ascoobies would have seen. AU, where Oz and Willow haven't hooked up yet. BTW, Buffy is still in love with Angel.
Feedback: Cmon, I'm an author, who *doesn't* love feedback? No flames please, you try writing something everyone loves, and then flame me. Email, or that little button at the bottom.
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Willow strode quickly along the street, her books clutched in her arms. She hated doing this every night, ever since Angel, well, had reverted to Angelus, just the paces to her front door were scary.
She ran up the steps to the house, dropping a book.
"Oh, fiddle!" she glanced at the street, so deceptively calm. The harsh light of the streetlights were dimmed by the old trees that had grown up in front of them, and the houses themselves were dark. It was late, so late that if her parents had been around, and well, actually *cared*, she'd be grounded for sure. But it was Thursday, so the weekend was only a little way a way.
She bent to pick up the book. A small breeze on the back of her neck made the little hairs stand on end. Subconciously, her hand went to her throat, where her little cross was. Being Jewish didn't really matter in the face of death. Besides, she only wore it when out at night.
She fumbled for the keys, anxious to get inside the house *now*. The door swung open easily as the lock clicked, and she found herself facing the empty house.
wake up Rosenberg! she chided herself with a small smile. She put the books down on a small table, and went into the living room, leaving the door open a second.
The front door banged. Quickly, she whirled around, to find Angelus leaning up against it, a sardonic smile playing on his face, twirling a rose between his fingers.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" he announced, smiling at her, as she stifled a scream.
