Passion For Fire
AN: Feedback people! Tell me what you would like to see happen here!
Chapter 2: Leave
"Isn't that like that Harry Potter book I keep hearing about?" Angel said full of mirth. Willow rolled her eyes.
"Where do you think the author got her inspiration, and besides it's none of your business dead boy!" Willow jumped and let out a surprised yelp as Angel grabbed her from the table and set her down in front of him. Willow smiled beside herself, forgetting about being mad, Angel's mood swings had become more frequent since Angel had come back from Hell. He would brood one minute and be seductively playful the next. None of them understood it, they just figured Angel was becoming more human than Vampire.
"I just might have to make it my business little girl." Willow froze, that voice… Willow slowly looked up. She looked into Angel's eyes, and realized they weren't Angel's eyes at all. The color was different, still brown, but a bit lighter and full of amusement. He leaned his lips towards her ear and whispered,
"You know, he can't keep me locked up forever, he wants you, I want you." Willow looked over to Giles, who was wrapped up in reading Willow's letter of acceptance, his back turned to them. Noticing the direction of her stare he added,
"He can't help you, none of them can." Willow was about to scream when his eyes flashed yellow,
"Wouldn't try it if I were you." Willow snapped her mouth shut, she was now visibly shaking.
"What are you talking about?" She whispered back.
"The Passion. I see it in you, and so does he. I can smell it, even taste it." His lips leant closer to hers and right when they were about to meet…
"Willow this is extraordinary!" Giles interrupted. They both jumped away from each other and Willow saw Angel's eyes revert back.
"I didn't even know that you applied to such a prestigious school." Willow nodded numbly, Giles was too happy for the young witch to notice the discomfort of the two beings in his library.
"I believe I have some books you'll need for these courses, I'll be right back." With that he dashed out of his library. Willow and Angel looked at each other uneasily, Angel's right hand clutched the side of his head and Willow's right hand was over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Angel broke the silence,
"He's right you know." Angel said shakily.
"He wants you, the demon inside me is becoming increasingly powerful."
"But w-what does this h-have t-to do with me?" Willow asked meekly, not able to believe that the bad half of her crush had almost met her in lip lock.
"There's something about you, inside you, he calls it The Passion, and he wants it." Willow couldn't stop herself from gasping.
"Y-you m-mean, you talk to it?" He nodded.
"He knows you're leaving, and he's trying to stop you." Willow noticed herself starting to visibly sweat.
"T-then I'll s-stay." Her knees started knocking together.
"NO!" Willow jumped back at the volume of his voice.
"No." He repeated softer,
"You'll just be closer, you need to get far away." She nodded,
"My plane leaves for-" He held his hand up cutting her off.
"Don't tell me where you're going, he'll hear it too."
"Angel, you need help." Willow was scared out of her mind, Angel looked like he was going through a nervous breakdown.
"I have help, a demon friend, he reads souls, he's been helping me lately." Angel was wheezing as if he had been slugged in the gut.
"Leave now." That was all it took, Willow ran out of the library with tears pouring out of her eyes. Angel. The man she loved had just told her to stay as far away from him as she could. It hurt, it really, really hurt. Luckily classes had been dismissed so nobody would see Willow crying and embarrass her more. Willow ran all the way home.
When Willow made it home she ran upstairs and into her room. She hastily packed all her clothes and her magical belongings. She left a note on her bed addressed to 'The Scoobies' telling them not to worry, and that she thought that Angel might need someone to talk to about his venture back from Hell, failing to mention that his bad half had emerged for a period of time and almost kissed her, just saying he looked a bit off.
Willow called a cab and rode all the way to LA, where she boarded a plane to Boston, praying the entire time that Angel had been telling her the truth and he had it under control, because Willow had a feeling that leaving might just make the whole thing worse.
And boy, if she only knew how right she was…
AN: Feedback people! Tell me what you would like to see happen here!
Chapter 2: Leave
"Isn't that like that Harry Potter book I keep hearing about?" Angel said full of mirth. Willow rolled her eyes.
"Where do you think the author got her inspiration, and besides it's none of your business dead boy!" Willow jumped and let out a surprised yelp as Angel grabbed her from the table and set her down in front of him. Willow smiled beside herself, forgetting about being mad, Angel's mood swings had become more frequent since Angel had come back from Hell. He would brood one minute and be seductively playful the next. None of them understood it, they just figured Angel was becoming more human than Vampire.
"I just might have to make it my business little girl." Willow froze, that voice… Willow slowly looked up. She looked into Angel's eyes, and realized they weren't Angel's eyes at all. The color was different, still brown, but a bit lighter and full of amusement. He leaned his lips towards her ear and whispered,
"You know, he can't keep me locked up forever, he wants you, I want you." Willow looked over to Giles, who was wrapped up in reading Willow's letter of acceptance, his back turned to them. Noticing the direction of her stare he added,
"He can't help you, none of them can." Willow was about to scream when his eyes flashed yellow,
"Wouldn't try it if I were you." Willow snapped her mouth shut, she was now visibly shaking.
"What are you talking about?" She whispered back.
"The Passion. I see it in you, and so does he. I can smell it, even taste it." His lips leant closer to hers and right when they were about to meet…
"Willow this is extraordinary!" Giles interrupted. They both jumped away from each other and Willow saw Angel's eyes revert back.
"I didn't even know that you applied to such a prestigious school." Willow nodded numbly, Giles was too happy for the young witch to notice the discomfort of the two beings in his library.
"I believe I have some books you'll need for these courses, I'll be right back." With that he dashed out of his library. Willow and Angel looked at each other uneasily, Angel's right hand clutched the side of his head and Willow's right hand was over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Angel broke the silence,
"He's right you know." Angel said shakily.
"He wants you, the demon inside me is becoming increasingly powerful."
"But w-what does this h-have t-to do with me?" Willow asked meekly, not able to believe that the bad half of her crush had almost met her in lip lock.
"There's something about you, inside you, he calls it The Passion, and he wants it." Willow couldn't stop herself from gasping.
"Y-you m-mean, you talk to it?" He nodded.
"He knows you're leaving, and he's trying to stop you." Willow noticed herself starting to visibly sweat.
"T-then I'll s-stay." Her knees started knocking together.
"NO!" Willow jumped back at the volume of his voice.
"No." He repeated softer,
"You'll just be closer, you need to get far away." She nodded,
"My plane leaves for-" He held his hand up cutting her off.
"Don't tell me where you're going, he'll hear it too."
"Angel, you need help." Willow was scared out of her mind, Angel looked like he was going through a nervous breakdown.
"I have help, a demon friend, he reads souls, he's been helping me lately." Angel was wheezing as if he had been slugged in the gut.
"Leave now." That was all it took, Willow ran out of the library with tears pouring out of her eyes. Angel. The man she loved had just told her to stay as far away from him as she could. It hurt, it really, really hurt. Luckily classes had been dismissed so nobody would see Willow crying and embarrass her more. Willow ran all the way home.
When Willow made it home she ran upstairs and into her room. She hastily packed all her clothes and her magical belongings. She left a note on her bed addressed to 'The Scoobies' telling them not to worry, and that she thought that Angel might need someone to talk to about his venture back from Hell, failing to mention that his bad half had emerged for a period of time and almost kissed her, just saying he looked a bit off.
Willow called a cab and rode all the way to LA, where she boarded a plane to Boston, praying the entire time that Angel had been telling her the truth and he had it under control, because Willow had a feeling that leaving might just make the whole thing worse.
And boy, if she only knew how right she was…