Hi y'all, I'm a big liar, 'cause I've been updating waaaay more than I thought… but I guess that's a good thing. This is a very short chapter but I wanted to update before I got back to school.
Anyway, I'm gonna try and keep my thankyous short today, soooo:
Thankyou to redrider6612, redheadreader(heeeeere's Johnny' is from The Shining), silvernightshade, rocks and glass, flyersfan3588, michebabyblue and BlackbAngel. Wow, there's a lot of you. I love you all to bits.
And sorry to flyersfan3588, because I spelt your name wrong when I thanked you previously… 'fivers' instead of 'flyers'… hahaha, sorry.
I like fivers. But I prefer tenners. And most of all, I prefer reviews.
Witty.
So, on with the rather uneventful chapter. Almost no talking. Not like me, eh? Shut up, self.
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Buffy agreed to go to the Bronze again with a great deal of trepidation, but she realised that situations like this would come up frequently, and she was going to have to keep her base instincts under control. She held onto Angel like a limpet as they entered the club, and her vice-like grip didn't relax for a good fifteen minutes after they had all sat down at their usual spot. Conversation was stilted at first, but soon melted into trivial things, distractions from the pulses that rushed inside Buffy's head.
Half an hour or so passed, and the band playing started a slow song. Willow grabbed Oz and they headed to the dance floor, swaying in time to the music. Buffy wondered briefly if she should ask Angel to dance with her, but before she had time to finish this thought, he had her hand in his and they were up. The steady, slow beat of the song pulsed through the floor, and she melted into Angel. They danced like a single organism, perfectly in time with each other. Her head pressed against his chest, she smiled sadly. His heart didn't beat, and now there was no pulse of her own to hear. The music replaced them both, for now, but she wondered how it would feel if they were both alone, and not speaking, and there were no distracting noises to keep the crushing silence at bay.
She pushed her thoughts away, like always, and pulled herself closer to Angel, as though trying to disappear in him.
"I love you." His voice was barely more than a whisper, and she would not have heard it if she had been human. This realisation was like a light in her head, all the things they could do now that they wouldn't have had a chance to if she was still human-Buffy. They had each other, and they had eternity.
The song changed, and the strange magic that had held Buffy and Angel in the dance broke, and they moved slightly apart, smiling at each other in comfortable silence, in tune with what the other was feeling. They said their goodbyes and left the club. Buffy felt a feeling of satisfaction as they walked into the cold night air, happy that she had not screwed up this time, and that she had Angel with her, his arm around her to protect her and show that she was his. She felt safe, and loved, and somehow warm even though her skin was icy now.
She wondered if they would ever be able to consummate their love. She sighed, at least they were together. There was no point dreaming about things that she was pretty sure were impossible.
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Back in the Bronze, Willow returned to the table and sat down. Xander glanced towards the door, making sure that Buffy and Angel weren't coming back.
"It's ok," said Willow, rummaging in her bag for the spell book she had brought with her. "Buffy said they were going home." She dragged an enormous, leather-bound book out, and set it on the table with a bang. Xander looked at the book uneasily.
"What exactly are we doing?" He glanced at Willow, who had her resolve face firmly on, and was now handling bags of herbs. Oz was looking mildly interested as Willow flicked through the book. "I mean, not that I'm against doing this or anything, but if anything goes wrong…" he trailed off. They all knew what could happen if this spell went wrong. The opposite of what was meant to happen. What was meant to be made stronger could be destroyed completely.
"I don't think we need to worry too much," said Willow, sounding more confidant than she possibly felt. "If the spell doesn't work, nothing'll be worse than it is now. But if it does work," she paused here, looking at her bestfriend and boyfriend with bright, excited eyes, "then Angel's soul will be permanent."
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'Consummate'. I actually said 'consummate'… hahaha.
Sorry for the shortness, but I should really be revising maths. I won't, though. Maths is horrible… it makes me want to die.
Please review, I need them. They help me get through the exams… bleh.
