Slain
By Javawolf
Author's Note: Uh...I never got into Buffy, strangely. So this fanfiction is based on an episode I saw almost a year ago. Suffice to say I may not have the dialogue exactly perfect. Please forgive me. I hope my inevitable mistakes don't prevent you from reviewing. Anyway, it's the farthest thing from serious. I really despise that girl...
Got her now. She won't escape this time. Tonight, Buffy Summers, you meet your death. Too bad, we could have–whoa...
The re-ensouled Angel stumbles, looking dazed and rather confused.
"Buffy?"
Why are you staring at me like that? I know that look...something's wrong...
"What's going on?"
"Angel?"
Uh...
In some manner I can't recall the two of them move into each other's arms.
"You're hurt..."
"Shh..."
Angel continues looking confused, glancing curiously at the sword he seems to be holding.
Huh...
Watch cogs work. He's putting one and two together.
"Close your eyes."
Angel obeys. Buffy kisses him goodbye.
Oh my God...
And now, the light clicks on.
Oh Christ–what? What have I done? Oh God...
And the cruel and heartless Buffy Summers STABS HER BOYFRIEND and watches as his demons pull him into hell!
Wait! Hey, that's just not cool!
Swirly vortex-ness. Angel looks pathetic and sad.
But–why? It's not my fault! I'm sorry, please! Oh God, please, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, no! No!
And so he's gone, and Buffy's all 'Oh woe is me.' She's not the one being stabbed with hot pokers for the next century...bitch...
THE END