Title: What the Heart Goes Through
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. That pleasure goes to Joss Whedon
Author's Note: Dawn does not exist in this story. I felt that she was tying Buffy down too much, so I didn't use her. Oh, and sorry if there are some spelling problems! Thanks to my bud Jenny for helping in my moments of writers block with some awesome ideas!!!
Feedback: PLEASE!!
A/N: DAVID BOREANAZ IS THE HOTTEST!
Welcome to Hell
Angel was traipsing through the sewers of Sunnydale when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Angel asked, annoyed.
"Angel? So your not dust," Cordelia said sarcasticly.
"Cordelia..I'm sorry I didn't call. Things got crazy and I totally forgot", Angel said.
"Its okay. I know when you get around Buffy, everything else is forgotten. So, whats up?" Cordelia asked cheerily.
"Buffy's um..sick. Poisioned actually. So I have to go to the Underworld to stop the guy who's doing it," Angel said, sighing.
"Whoa. That's big. Angel...I'm sorry..." Cordelia started, but Angel cut her off.
"Its okay. We'll be ok. Oh, have Wesely call Giles later. Maybe he can help?" Angel said hopefully.
"Sure. Well, I gotta go. Talk to you later," Cordelia said.
"Ok..bye," Angel said, hanging up. While he was talking to Cordelia, he had been walking and was now at the man hole closest to Giles' apartment. Angel climbed the latter into the sunlight. He sprinted to Giles' door and banged hard. Giles soon came to the door.
"Angel! Come in," Giles said, but Angel had already entered to escape the sunlight.
"Now, what wrong with Buffy? Tell me how to get to Belthasaur , and I'll rip him in half!" Angel raged.
"I've found how to get to him...you need to talk to the Oracles," Giles said.
"Great. Ok, thanks," Angel said. With that he was out the door again.
Once in the sewers again, Angel traveled back to Buffy's.
Angel came in the front door still warm, but bascially unharmed.He walked into the living room to find Buffy awake, and watching tv. Angel dropped his burned duster on the floor and sat down next to Buffy.
"How ya feelin?" Angel asked, wrapping his arms losely around Buffy.
"Better, now that your here," she said snuggling into his chest. She enhaled deeply, taking in his scent, and it calmed her.
"Buffy, I have to go," Angel said, his heart breaking at the thought of leaving her.
"What?" Buffy asked, surprised.
"I have to go to LA for a little while. I'll be back soon, I promise," Angel said.
"Alright, but I want your silk shirt, ya know, to sleep in....until you come back," Buffy said, almost pleading. She hated the fact that Angel had to leave her, even for a little while.
"Sure," Angel said, smiling. He loved the fact that she would be wearing his clothes. He took off his shirt, holding it up to look at it. There were singe marks all over it.
"I don't think you'll want this one. Its a little burnt.." Angel said.
Buffy snuggled even closer to Angel, running her fingers lightly over his cool chest.
"When do you have to leave?" Buffy asked sadly.
"Tonight, as soon as its dark..." Angel said reluctantly.
Buffy sighed, then looked at the clock, "Thats only a few hours away!
"We'll just have to make the best of it. Anything special you want to do?" Angel asked, looking at her lovely face.
"I want to get up and move around..my legs are kinda cramped. I wanna change too," Buffy said standing up. She stretched her legs. Buffy walked upstairs to her room with Angel following her up.
Buffy pulled open her closet door, choosing a camosile and pajama bottoms.
"Ugh, I hate feeling like this. I'm tired again," she said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"We can sleep if you wany. I'm pretty beat too," Angel suggested.
She considered it for a minute, then said "ok". She climbed on her bed, throwing her decorative pillows on the floor. Buffy climbed under the covers, stil watching Angel. He took off his boots and placed them on the floor at the end of the bed. Then, he took off his tight, leather pants, leaving his in tighter silk boxers.
Angel climbed into bed next to Buffy, wrapping his arms around her waist. Buffy twisted in his arms to face him.
"I love you," Buffy said, gazing into Angel's eyes.
"I love you too," Angel replied, pulling Buffy closer to him. She smiled, then drew his lips in for a quick kiss.
She snuggled up against Angel's chest, safeley held there by Angel's arms. Buffy's breathing became regulay, signialing that she was asleep. Angel sighed. Oh, how much he loved the girl in his arms. It was breaking his heart to have to leave her. Angel soon fell asleep.
A few hours later, Angel woke up. He got out of bed softly, so as to not wake Buffy. He put on his leather pants and boots, and grabbed his duffel bag. From it he pulled two shirts. One shirt he put on and the other he laid next to Buffy on the bed.
Angel left, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Once in LA, Angel went straight to the Old Post Office. Going underground, he chanted, opening him to the chamber of the Oracles.
"Champion," the brother Oracle said.
"We know why you are here.." his sister said.
"Take me there," Angel demanded.
"A gift," the Oracles said together.
"Oh ya..Shit! Um..." Angel said, thinking quickly.
"Here," Angel said, throwing the Oracles yet another of his watches.
"Are you ready?" asked the Brother.
"Yes," was all Angel answered. As soon as he said that word, he was gone. Angel blinked, finding himself having traveled to the Underworld.
"Vampire," someone said. Angel whirled around and found Belthasaur sitting on a throne.
"Welcome to hell."
Author: Angelchic612
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. That pleasure goes to Joss Whedon
Author's Note: Dawn does not exist in this story. I felt that she was tying Buffy down too much, so I didn't use her. Oh, and sorry if there are some spelling problems! Thanks to my bud Jenny for helping in my moments of writers block with some awesome ideas!!!
Feedback: PLEASE!!
A/N: DAVID BOREANAZ IS THE HOTTEST!
Welcome to Hell
Angel was traipsing through the sewers of Sunnydale when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Angel asked, annoyed.
"Angel? So your not dust," Cordelia said sarcasticly.
"Cordelia..I'm sorry I didn't call. Things got crazy and I totally forgot", Angel said.
"Its okay. I know when you get around Buffy, everything else is forgotten. So, whats up?" Cordelia asked cheerily.
"Buffy's um..sick. Poisioned actually. So I have to go to the Underworld to stop the guy who's doing it," Angel said, sighing.
"Whoa. That's big. Angel...I'm sorry..." Cordelia started, but Angel cut her off.
"Its okay. We'll be ok. Oh, have Wesely call Giles later. Maybe he can help?" Angel said hopefully.
"Sure. Well, I gotta go. Talk to you later," Cordelia said.
"Ok..bye," Angel said, hanging up. While he was talking to Cordelia, he had been walking and was now at the man hole closest to Giles' apartment. Angel climbed the latter into the sunlight. He sprinted to Giles' door and banged hard. Giles soon came to the door.
"Angel! Come in," Giles said, but Angel had already entered to escape the sunlight.
"Now, what wrong with Buffy? Tell me how to get to Belthasaur , and I'll rip him in half!" Angel raged.
"I've found how to get to him...you need to talk to the Oracles," Giles said.
"Great. Ok, thanks," Angel said. With that he was out the door again.
Once in the sewers again, Angel traveled back to Buffy's.
Angel came in the front door still warm, but bascially unharmed.He walked into the living room to find Buffy awake, and watching tv. Angel dropped his burned duster on the floor and sat down next to Buffy.
"How ya feelin?" Angel asked, wrapping his arms losely around Buffy.
"Better, now that your here," she said snuggling into his chest. She enhaled deeply, taking in his scent, and it calmed her.
"Buffy, I have to go," Angel said, his heart breaking at the thought of leaving her.
"What?" Buffy asked, surprised.
"I have to go to LA for a little while. I'll be back soon, I promise," Angel said.
"Alright, but I want your silk shirt, ya know, to sleep in....until you come back," Buffy said, almost pleading. She hated the fact that Angel had to leave her, even for a little while.
"Sure," Angel said, smiling. He loved the fact that she would be wearing his clothes. He took off his shirt, holding it up to look at it. There were singe marks all over it.
"I don't think you'll want this one. Its a little burnt.." Angel said.
Buffy snuggled even closer to Angel, running her fingers lightly over his cool chest.
"When do you have to leave?" Buffy asked sadly.
"Tonight, as soon as its dark..." Angel said reluctantly.
Buffy sighed, then looked at the clock, "Thats only a few hours away!
"We'll just have to make the best of it. Anything special you want to do?" Angel asked, looking at her lovely face.
"I want to get up and move around..my legs are kinda cramped. I wanna change too," Buffy said standing up. She stretched her legs. Buffy walked upstairs to her room with Angel following her up.
Buffy pulled open her closet door, choosing a camosile and pajama bottoms.
"Ugh, I hate feeling like this. I'm tired again," she said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"We can sleep if you wany. I'm pretty beat too," Angel suggested.
She considered it for a minute, then said "ok". She climbed on her bed, throwing her decorative pillows on the floor. Buffy climbed under the covers, stil watching Angel. He took off his boots and placed them on the floor at the end of the bed. Then, he took off his tight, leather pants, leaving his in tighter silk boxers.
Angel climbed into bed next to Buffy, wrapping his arms around her waist. Buffy twisted in his arms to face him.
"I love you," Buffy said, gazing into Angel's eyes.
"I love you too," Angel replied, pulling Buffy closer to him. She smiled, then drew his lips in for a quick kiss.
She snuggled up against Angel's chest, safeley held there by Angel's arms. Buffy's breathing became regulay, signialing that she was asleep. Angel sighed. Oh, how much he loved the girl in his arms. It was breaking his heart to have to leave her. Angel soon fell asleep.
A few hours later, Angel woke up. He got out of bed softly, so as to not wake Buffy. He put on his leather pants and boots, and grabbed his duffel bag. From it he pulled two shirts. One shirt he put on and the other he laid next to Buffy on the bed.
Angel left, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Once in LA, Angel went straight to the Old Post Office. Going underground, he chanted, opening him to the chamber of the Oracles.
"Champion," the brother Oracle said.
"We know why you are here.." his sister said.
"Take me there," Angel demanded.
"A gift," the Oracles said together.
"Oh ya..Shit! Um..." Angel said, thinking quickly.
"Here," Angel said, throwing the Oracles yet another of his watches.
"Are you ready?" asked the Brother.
"Yes," was all Angel answered. As soon as he said that word, he was gone. Angel blinked, finding himself having traveled to the Underworld.
"Vampire," someone said. Angel whirled around and found Belthasaur sitting on a throne.
"Welcome to hell."