Day By Day: The Powers That Be
the room was dirty and a cold wind blew through the boarded up windows. Buffy peered through the darkness and tried to hold her breath. the place wrecked of filth and demon.
"Angel? Are you here?" He had to be. Cordelia's vision had told her so. But it was so quiet and the dust looked alot like ash. It whispered to her. that she was to late. It taunted her.
"Buffy? Is that you?" Buffy followed the voice through the darkness. Angel was lying in a patch of moonlight. He looked paler than pale, merely a shadow in the shadows.
"Oh god! Are you alright?" Buffy fell to her knees next to him. His eyes looked up at her with a sparkle.
"Now that you're here." He coughed. He didn't need to cough. She noticed the heaving of his chest along with the growing pool of blood under him. The dark red liquid reached out to her in the dim room. It gripped at her knees and feet.
"Angel what's happening?"
"I'm not sure really." He smiled. "I was fighting and then- it's been so long."
"I know." She rubbed his shoulder, it was cold but there was a spark of warmth in the blood that stained her fingers. "But you need to tell me how to fix this."
"It doesn't matter now." He reached up and cupped her face. Tears threatened to spill. After dying twice she never thought she would truly die after him. Yet here he was, but where were the stakes and sunlight. "I thought I would never get to see you again. i'm glad I got to see you one last time."
"Don't talk like that Angel." She thought of Cordy and the others at the hospital. And the way she had been called by that strange singing demon.
Even Spike told her to go. He understood, which made it more painful for her, that no matter what, Angel was her destiny. Even after all these years.
"Goodbye."
"Angel!" His hand fell, and he was still. then a strange thing began happening. He burst into dust but the dust whirled up and back together. Buffy watched in awe as it grew tighter and tighter, and brighter and brighter until she had to block her eyes. A loud crack resonated around the room and she dared to look.
Angel was being lowered to the floor, good as new. The wound which had been gaping on his chest was gone and she could see that he was alive now. He landed on the floor and she ran into his arms. His warm arms flooded warmth into her cold body.
"What happened?...Buffy?"
"you're human again Angel." She put her hand over his thumping heart.
"I never thought I would make it. I just took it day by day."
"I always knew. Somehow. There is some higher being that always looked out for us."
"A guardian Angel perhaps?" His Irish brogue was back, along with his young body. How would things be now? Buffy was older and couldn't keep slaying forever.
But in those first few moments, nothing mattered. They had finally found each other after all the years.
the room was dirty and a cold wind blew through the boarded up windows. Buffy peered through the darkness and tried to hold her breath. the place wrecked of filth and demon.
"Angel? Are you here?" He had to be. Cordelia's vision had told her so. But it was so quiet and the dust looked alot like ash. It whispered to her. that she was to late. It taunted her.
"Buffy? Is that you?" Buffy followed the voice through the darkness. Angel was lying in a patch of moonlight. He looked paler than pale, merely a shadow in the shadows.
"Oh god! Are you alright?" Buffy fell to her knees next to him. His eyes looked up at her with a sparkle.
"Now that you're here." He coughed. He didn't need to cough. She noticed the heaving of his chest along with the growing pool of blood under him. The dark red liquid reached out to her in the dim room. It gripped at her knees and feet.
"Angel what's happening?"
"I'm not sure really." He smiled. "I was fighting and then- it's been so long."
"I know." She rubbed his shoulder, it was cold but there was a spark of warmth in the blood that stained her fingers. "But you need to tell me how to fix this."
"It doesn't matter now." He reached up and cupped her face. Tears threatened to spill. After dying twice she never thought she would truly die after him. Yet here he was, but where were the stakes and sunlight. "I thought I would never get to see you again. i'm glad I got to see you one last time."
"Don't talk like that Angel." She thought of Cordy and the others at the hospital. And the way she had been called by that strange singing demon.
Even Spike told her to go. He understood, which made it more painful for her, that no matter what, Angel was her destiny. Even after all these years.
"Goodbye."
"Angel!" His hand fell, and he was still. then a strange thing began happening. He burst into dust but the dust whirled up and back together. Buffy watched in awe as it grew tighter and tighter, and brighter and brighter until she had to block her eyes. A loud crack resonated around the room and she dared to look.
Angel was being lowered to the floor, good as new. The wound which had been gaping on his chest was gone and she could see that he was alive now. He landed on the floor and she ran into his arms. His warm arms flooded warmth into her cold body.
"What happened?...Buffy?"
"you're human again Angel." She put her hand over his thumping heart.
"I never thought I would make it. I just took it day by day."
"I always knew. Somehow. There is some higher being that always looked out for us."
"A guardian Angel perhaps?" His Irish brogue was back, along with his young body. How would things be now? Buffy was older and couldn't keep slaying forever.
But in those first few moments, nothing mattered. They had finally found each other after all the years.
