Title: Farther Away You Go
TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Beloved Slayer
Rating: T
Full summary: Angel is setting to leave Sunnydale and throw his relationship with Buffy to the curve in order to broaden his successful business in a foreign country. Can Buffy convince him to stay and try to keep their relationship alive? Or will they let each other go in the end?
Author's Notes: Takes place sometime after season seven, but is alternate universe. One shot, but it may continue with at least two or more chapters, it's still undecided. Angel may seem a bit cold in this story, just to let you guys know, but don't give up hope yet, hopefully, hehe. There's probably going to be at least three chapters or so for this story. All feedback and reviews are greatly appreciated. Enjoy guys!
Chapter One
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Oh, Angel, please pick up the damn phone," I muttered anxiously over the mouthpiece, fidgeting with the hem of my inky black skirt as I attempted to push a fresh trail of tears down from obscuring my hazel eyes.
Why hadn't he told me about the news earlier? Why did I have to find out second hand? I mentally wondered with a frown, anticipation marring with a single bout of nervousness that overcame me. "Hello?" I queried, hoping to hear his voice on the other end of the line. Instead, it was his answer machine that had picked up the call, his message replaying on the earpiece.
"Sorry, but I'm not here at the moment. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
A beep signaled the end of the message, and the call as I placed the telephone back on the receiver.
The same frown that graced my features became a thin, frustrated line. I was becoming more worried than angry, inexplicably. Then the vibrate ringing of my cell phone emanated from the side of my hip; I didn't waste time to flip it open, hoping against hope that it was the man I loved on the other end. "Angel?" I called meekly, dabbing my damp eyes with a Kleenex, my heart thumping rapidly against my chest.
"Buffy? What's wrong?" His voice sounded shrill. "Why didn't you tell me?" I accused, my own voice stern. "Tell you what?"
"Don't fool me. You know what I'm talking about!"
Silence on the other line. "Because I didn't know how to explain it to you. I didn't want you to be angry at me, that's why I didn't tell you in the first place."
"You're planning on moving to another country, expand your business, and leave me forever, is that it? Is that your plan? You're damn right to think I wouldn't understand, because I honestly don't," I continued weakly, my eyes now a blurry vision as I angrily swiped another Kleenex, now protruding to my feet, heels clacking against the polished wooden floor of our bedroom.
My mind was swirling with a thousand running thoughts, my eyes brimmed with redness, my voice threatening to crack. "What if I don't see you again?" What's gonna happen to us?"
Angel didn't respond to the difficult questions. Instead, he answered with a robotic, "I'll be home tonight. Then we'll talk. Bye."
And with the final click, the line disconnected.