The Girl on TV
-Chapter 2
When Cameron woke up, it was dark and she sure as hell wasn't in the studio lot. She heard feet pounding against pavement as she sat up and touched her forehead where there was a small gash. "Buffy!" she heard a voice call. She turned her head and saw Jonathan running towards her.and in that same moment, lost her memory. ********** "Buffy, are you ok?" "Yea," she muttered. He held out a hand and she stood up, brushing the grass off of her black sweats. "Where were you?" she asked, sticking her stake into the back pocket of her pants. "Late. Sorry." She grinned. "Are you ever on time?" She paused to get a grin out of him and wound up with a smirk. 'At least I got somethin',' she thought. "Well, we should get going. I have exams tomorrow and you know how much that.Angel? What is it?" "I hear something," he whispered, looking around. Suddenly he went down, tackled by a blonde haired man. "Dammit," she cursed under her breath, "just what I needed. A visit by the Goof Troop." She ran toward a headstone and somersaulted over it. The heels of her boots connected with Spike's jaw before he could get so much as a punch in to Angel. "Thanks," Angel said, just before ducking to avoid a sucker punch by one of Spike's crew. "Ready to dance Slayer? Or are you going to save this ponce and give us a good beating?" Spike said; face distorted like Angel's, stupid confidence in his voice, and a stuck up smirk on his face. "No, thought I'd try something different. Fight, kill you, go home and get cozy with some popcorn, maybe catch some episodes of The X-Files. You?" He didn't have time to answer because her fists were already flying. She felt a hand grab her shoulder and did a round house kick and felt immediate fever. She lost her balance and fell backwards, at the last second being caught by two strong arms; Angel. "Buffy, we have to get out of here!" "But I have to kill Spike. Let me go!" "They've assembled the Judge Buffy, we have to go, NOW!" Buffy's look of terror caught Angel's glance and they took off. As Buffy ran, she looked behind her to see the blue monstrous demon called the Judge and felt a shiver go down her spine. About five minutes from Angel's house, they started to walk. "I could've killed Spike," she said breathlessly. "And you would have wound up a pile of dust. The Judge is nothing to joke about Buffy. He killed millions of people." "Like you," she muttered. 'Oh, right, vampire hearing. Busted,' she thought. "I didn't have a choice," he said sadly as he opened the door to his apartment and let them both in. She stopped in the middle of the room and looked at him. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just really tense and upset. Tonight's kind of a let down." "I can help with that." She did the "half-smile thing" that Willow claimed she was so popular for and cocked her head to the side. "Really?" Her smile grew larger as Angel scooped her up in his arms and softly, gently, pressed his lips to hers. Her hand glided to the back of his head to play with the strands of brown hair it came in contact with. His hand caressed her back and she felt him push her slightly, a gesture to move backward. She backed up, hit the wall, and grinned. Not only was this maneuver for his own stability, but hers as well. They both knew that they could only go.so far. The curse on Angel made sure of it. Buffy had cursed the name of the gypsies many times, especially after Angel's past had made itself clear. She still didn't know the boundaries of the curse, and she wasn't sure if Angel did either, but she wasn't going to push it. She knew he didn't like talking about his past, but if there was something he should tell her, he would have told her by now.right? If she wasn't caught in the moment, she would have scoffed at herself and rolled her eyes. No matter how many times Xander reminded her, she just couldn't imagine her life without Angel. He didn't seem like a vampire to her. His cold hands, that were now holding her to his chest protectively, weren't so cold when she entangled them with hers. And his face, the one that had survived hundreds of years, didn't seem so old when he was breaking apart a kiss, his eyes fluttering open and staring at her in a way that made her feel something she thought had to be ecstasy. The only time she really realized he wasn't human was when a fight broke out and he had to bring backup. His face would morph into an animal, his eyes glowing a feral gold, his mouth filled with thrashing fangs, and his skin wrinkled like a demon. Then she realized the things that she wanted most, if she was a normal girl with a normal boyfriend, could never be hers. 'Psh,' she thought, 'like I'll ever have a normal life.' The truth was, if she could switch bodies with someone normal, she'd do it in a heartbeat. And she'd have a boyfriend who had one.a heartbeat that is. Slowly, her lips parted from Angel's with a soft smack. Her hand rested on his chest, and she smiled. "That was fun," she said softly, dreamily. "It felt nice." She looked up at him. "We should do this more often. When it isn't time for you to go home." Buffy groaned. "You sure know how to ruin the mood." She laughed and slid from in between Angel and the wall. She grabbed her black leather coat, 'Well, Angel's leather coat really,' and stuffed the stakes back into the pockets. "I'll see you tonight?" "We'll patrol Restfield?" "Ok," she whispered. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. "See ya later." He smiled at her, a real, genuine, Angel-smile. Her heart crumpled as she saw the last glimpse of him through the slit in the door before it closed. As soon as she walked away from the door, someone came from behind her and grabbed her by the neck. She tried to flip him over her shoulder but the person had a rag in their hand and whatever was on it was making her sleepy. She let out a blood-curdling scream that she hoped would alert Angel before the person took her away. **********
When Cameron woke up, it was dark and she sure as hell wasn't in the studio lot. She heard feet pounding against pavement as she sat up and touched her forehead where there was a small gash. "Buffy!" she heard a voice call. She turned her head and saw Jonathan running towards her.and in that same moment, lost her memory. ********** "Buffy, are you ok?" "Yea," she muttered. He held out a hand and she stood up, brushing the grass off of her black sweats. "Where were you?" she asked, sticking her stake into the back pocket of her pants. "Late. Sorry." She grinned. "Are you ever on time?" She paused to get a grin out of him and wound up with a smirk. 'At least I got somethin',' she thought. "Well, we should get going. I have exams tomorrow and you know how much that.Angel? What is it?" "I hear something," he whispered, looking around. Suddenly he went down, tackled by a blonde haired man. "Dammit," she cursed under her breath, "just what I needed. A visit by the Goof Troop." She ran toward a headstone and somersaulted over it. The heels of her boots connected with Spike's jaw before he could get so much as a punch in to Angel. "Thanks," Angel said, just before ducking to avoid a sucker punch by one of Spike's crew. "Ready to dance Slayer? Or are you going to save this ponce and give us a good beating?" Spike said; face distorted like Angel's, stupid confidence in his voice, and a stuck up smirk on his face. "No, thought I'd try something different. Fight, kill you, go home and get cozy with some popcorn, maybe catch some episodes of The X-Files. You?" He didn't have time to answer because her fists were already flying. She felt a hand grab her shoulder and did a round house kick and felt immediate fever. She lost her balance and fell backwards, at the last second being caught by two strong arms; Angel. "Buffy, we have to get out of here!" "But I have to kill Spike. Let me go!" "They've assembled the Judge Buffy, we have to go, NOW!" Buffy's look of terror caught Angel's glance and they took off. As Buffy ran, she looked behind her to see the blue monstrous demon called the Judge and felt a shiver go down her spine. About five minutes from Angel's house, they started to walk. "I could've killed Spike," she said breathlessly. "And you would have wound up a pile of dust. The Judge is nothing to joke about Buffy. He killed millions of people." "Like you," she muttered. 'Oh, right, vampire hearing. Busted,' she thought. "I didn't have a choice," he said sadly as he opened the door to his apartment and let them both in. She stopped in the middle of the room and looked at him. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just really tense and upset. Tonight's kind of a let down." "I can help with that." She did the "half-smile thing" that Willow claimed she was so popular for and cocked her head to the side. "Really?" Her smile grew larger as Angel scooped her up in his arms and softly, gently, pressed his lips to hers. Her hand glided to the back of his head to play with the strands of brown hair it came in contact with. His hand caressed her back and she felt him push her slightly, a gesture to move backward. She backed up, hit the wall, and grinned. Not only was this maneuver for his own stability, but hers as well. They both knew that they could only go.so far. The curse on Angel made sure of it. Buffy had cursed the name of the gypsies many times, especially after Angel's past had made itself clear. She still didn't know the boundaries of the curse, and she wasn't sure if Angel did either, but she wasn't going to push it. She knew he didn't like talking about his past, but if there was something he should tell her, he would have told her by now.right? If she wasn't caught in the moment, she would have scoffed at herself and rolled her eyes. No matter how many times Xander reminded her, she just couldn't imagine her life without Angel. He didn't seem like a vampire to her. His cold hands, that were now holding her to his chest protectively, weren't so cold when she entangled them with hers. And his face, the one that had survived hundreds of years, didn't seem so old when he was breaking apart a kiss, his eyes fluttering open and staring at her in a way that made her feel something she thought had to be ecstasy. The only time she really realized he wasn't human was when a fight broke out and he had to bring backup. His face would morph into an animal, his eyes glowing a feral gold, his mouth filled with thrashing fangs, and his skin wrinkled like a demon. Then she realized the things that she wanted most, if she was a normal girl with a normal boyfriend, could never be hers. 'Psh,' she thought, 'like I'll ever have a normal life.' The truth was, if she could switch bodies with someone normal, she'd do it in a heartbeat. And she'd have a boyfriend who had one.a heartbeat that is. Slowly, her lips parted from Angel's with a soft smack. Her hand rested on his chest, and she smiled. "That was fun," she said softly, dreamily. "It felt nice." She looked up at him. "We should do this more often. When it isn't time for you to go home." Buffy groaned. "You sure know how to ruin the mood." She laughed and slid from in between Angel and the wall. She grabbed her black leather coat, 'Well, Angel's leather coat really,' and stuffed the stakes back into the pockets. "I'll see you tonight?" "We'll patrol Restfield?" "Ok," she whispered. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. "See ya later." He smiled at her, a real, genuine, Angel-smile. Her heart crumpled as she saw the last glimpse of him through the slit in the door before it closed. As soon as she walked away from the door, someone came from behind her and grabbed her by the neck. She tried to flip him over her shoulder but the person had a rag in their hand and whatever was on it was making her sleepy. She let out a blood-curdling scream that she hoped would alert Angel before the person took her away. **********