Joss Whedon owns Buffy. I just want Bangel to have the happy ending that they never got.
Close Your Eyes
Chapter Four
BPOV
"Buffy!"I press my hand to my mouth to keep the giggle bubbling in my throat from coming out. "Come out, come out where ever you are!"I watch his tall form walk past my hiding place in the back of his closet. I wait until he's just outside and pounce out, knocking him down with a slight thud as my small body connects with his much larger one. Normally, he would have caught me but since I caught him off guard, we both fall to the ground. He twists so I land on top of him, rather than underneath him. I straddle his waist and lean down towards him, grinning.
"Hi," I breathe. He smiles broadly back at me, pushing my hair gently behind my ear.
"Hello, lover," he whispers back, looking at me with wonder clear in his deep brown eyes. I rest my forehead against his and nuzzle his nose gently. He presses his hand to the back of my neck, leading my lips to his. I hum in contentment as our tongues dance together sensually.
"I love you," Angel murmurs against my lips.
"I lo-" The scene shifts to a courtyard of some sort.
"Close your eyes," I whisper, tears rolling down my cheeks. His eyes fill with pain but he complies anyway. I run my fingers across his forehead and down his cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut. When I open them, I nearly crumple to my knees in defeat. Even with his eyes closed, there is so much pain written on his face. And I'm the cause of it all. I brace myself, brushing my lips against his. I start to walk away, but Angel grabs my wrist and pulls me back, eyes still closed.
"I'm sorry," he whispers brokenly, claiming my lips with his own. I allow myself and him this one final passion-filled kiss before breaking off.
"Goodbye, Angel." I turn and walk away with my head held low. I spare one last glance at the love of my life to see him standing where I left him, eyes still shut and tears rolling down the strong planes of his face. The scene shifts once again and I'm left alone in the middle of a room, with my arms and legs bound.
"Please!" I call out to my captives. "You don't have to do this! I won't tell a soul."
"You won't get a chance," the British accented voice growls. An unhinged laugh sounds from the corner of the room and I cringe.
"It doesn't have to be this way. I…I'll leave! I'll leave L.A.! I'll go somewhere, far away from here and you'll never hear from me again!" I plead with the evil people I knew I should have never gotten involved with in the first place. But I did it anyway. And now I'm going to die. The girl laughs again, striking a match and swaying around to music that only she can hear.
"Sorry, pet. We just can't let you live with our little secret. Hope you understand." Tears stream down my already damp cheeks.
"I hate you," I whisper, coldly. My tormentors share an evil smirk then turn to walk away, tossing the match into the gasoline pooled around the room. I scream as the flames erupt all around me. Smoke fills my lungs and everything goes black.
I scream at the top of my lungs, jolting up in bed, breathing heavily. My door bursts open and mom, dad, and Dawn rush inside.
"Honey, what happened?" Mom asks, rushing to my side and hugging me close. I lean against her shoulder and try to control my breathing.
"Bad dream," I tell her, quietly, looking up at my family. "Sorry I woke you."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't remember it," I lie, thinking about the smoke and the people and Angel. "I just know it was bad."
"I'm going back to bed," Dawn announces, leaving the room.
"I'm sorry, guys," I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Go back to sleep." I flop back onto my bed, roll onto my side, and cuddle down into the blankets. I hear my door shut and then feel my mom lie down next to me. I smile softly and roll over to rest my head on her shoulder. She kisses my forehead and I drift back to sleep, wondering exactly what memories I lost when three years of my mind was wiped clean. After dreaming about Angel two days in a row and now those strange British people, I can't help but think they kept things from me after the accident.
~CYE~
I sleep in really late and groan when I see that it's almost noon. Then I remember Angel had asked me on another date and perk up. Sending Willow a quick text to tell her I'm going to be late getting to the Bronze because I'm going out with Angel. I run to get in the shower. I quickly wash my hair and body then hop out, wrapping myself in a fluffy blue towel. I grin as I read Willow's text. It reads:
Told you he was into you! Go get him, tiger! ;P –W
I slip on a pair of yellow panties and a matching lacy bra then stand in front of my closet, towel-drying my hair. I toss the towel aside then pull a light green dress out of my closet. The flowy material falls just to my knees and has a thick white lace band right under the breasts. I slip on a pair of simple white kitten heels. I leave my hair damp and wavy.
"Mom!" I call, making my way down the stairs. She sits on the couch and looks up when I enter the living room. "I'm going out with Angel. He'll be here to pick me up soon. Thanks for staying with me last night."
"Of course, sweetie," she says, standing up to hug me. I smile happily when the doorbell rings and head over to answer it. Mom grins too. Angel must have made a good first impression the other day. I open the door to a smirking Angel and look down sheepishly as his eyes unabashedly roam over my body.
"You look beautiful, as always," he tells me, taking my hand and placing a kiss on the back.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I answer. And it's true. He wears loose black cargo shorts that look perfect on his strong frame and a deep red t-shirt that set off his tan complexion beautifully. He offers me his arm and I rest my hand in the crook of his elbow. He leads me to his car, opening the door for me before going around to the driver's side and hoping in.
"Where are we going?" I ask as he starts the car. He grins over at me.
"You'll see."
~CYE~
"The beach?" I ask happily as he parks near the boardwalk. He smiles at my enthusiasm and jumps out of the car, rushing to my side to open my door for me. He holds his hand out and I take it, allowing him to gently pull me from the car.
"Not that I don't love the beach, but I wore bad shoes for this," I tell him, taking them off and placing them back in the car. He chuckles.
"Let's get you some flip-flops, then we can get something to eat," he tells me, scooping me off the ground. I nearly shriek in surprise.
"Angel!" I exclaim. He gives me a wolfish grin.
"Wouldn't want you getting a splinter," he states, like it should be obvious. I roll my eyes but don't protest any longer, settling for snuggling into his strong, warm arms. He carries me to the first place that sells shoes and buys me a pair of green flip-flops, despite my protests of being able to buy my own shoes. He sets me gently to my feet and I slip the new shoes on. I sigh happily as he wraps his arm around my waist and I lean my head against his shoulder.
"What do you want to do first?" Angel asks, looking down at me with a little smile playing at his lips.
"Let's get something to eat," I tell him, smiling softly back at him. "I'm starving." Almost as if to prove my point, my stomach grumbles loudly. I blush but Angel just chuckles.
"Let's get you fed," he agrees, leading me to the more food heavy section of the boardwalk. After we eat, we head to the beach. Angel hands me one of my swimsuits which he had apparently picked up from my house hours before coming to get me so I wouldn't be entirely unprepared. The swimsuit my mom gave to Angel for me to wear is a black bikini with little pineapples all over it. It also happens to be my favorite. Angel wears simple white and red swim trunks and I can't help but admire his perfectly sculpted chest. I have the intense desire to lick his abs.
"See something you like?" he teases, seeing my stare.
"I do, actually," I grin up at him. "But you do too." He returns my smile and looks me over appreciatively.
"You're gorgeous," he breathes, looking deep into my eyes. I blush and look away but Angel hooks a finger under my chin. He turns my face back towards his.
"I'm going to kiss you now," he warns me, giving me a chance to back away. He starts to lean closer to me. I grab the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. I pull him to me, crushing our lips together, not being able to wait any longer. He smirks into the kiss, reaching down to wrap his arms around my bare waist, dragging me closer. I bring my free hand up to cup his cheek. Just as I'm about to deeper the kiss, I hear a group of guys start cat-calling and whistling in our direction. I break away from Angel and blush. I look back up at him from underneath my eyelashes.
"Race you," I whisper, pulling away and darting for the ocean. I hear Angel's laugh follow me and then am suddenly scooped back into strong arms. I squeal as the cold water hits my body and giggle as he places a soft kiss to my neck.
"Looks like it's a tie," he states.
Any ideas who the British people could be? hehe. Review please!
