… Can't Fight The Moonlight
…
Part Two
Author:
~Chikki~
Disclaimer:
I soooooo do not own them. Cos if I did … God knows they wouldn't be in their
current situation. A guy named Joss something owns all of them.
Disclaimer:
Want … Take … Have … just give me the addy! (Not that anyone would honestly
want this!)
Rating:
Only PG-13 if that!
Spoilers:
Nothing in season 5 (BtVS) or 2 (A:tS) cos I have not seen them! But every
other episode there ever was … just to be safe!
Feedback:
chikki_dancer@excite.com I would
be willing to pay for it … j/k … but plz take a second to tell me what u think.
Author's
Note: I got some great feedback for CftM … and they all asked for a sequel or
two … so here it is … this is for you guys … you know who u are!
Summary:
Set near the end of season 4. Riley and Buffy have broken up. Not really
needing back-story for this fic. But read part one to understand Buffy's
emotional state. Also a minor angst warning. (If u want the first chapter then
email me and I will oblige.
*
Thoughts
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Buffy
awoke harshly in the campus gym with a very sore chest.
She
had cried herself to sleep, however she continued to sob while she slumbered
uneasily.
This
meant that her chest hurt and her eyes, which had cried dry hours ago, were all
red and puffy.
She
had replayed the song 'Can't fight the Moonlight' continuously for an hour that
night before she had no more tears to shed.
As
she stood up in the darkened room she glanced at her watch. She was surprised
to find it read 1am in the morning.
Deciding
that it was about time that she left, Buffy walked over and collected her
jacket, bag and that dreaded CD.
She
headed back to her dorm, hoping that Willow had suddenly decided to come home
so that she could cry on her best friends shoulder.
However
when Buffy got there, all she found was an empty room, which meant that her
'share time' with Willow was a fruitless dream.
She
stood in the doorway and contemplated what was here for her.
- A
room that provided no comfort when she needed it most.
- A
bed that was only half occupied each night.
- A
life in which she encountered death and anarchy on a basis that was all too
regular.
- Nothing
was there to shield her from her destiny.
However
she had accepted that her life was not that of a normal 19-year-old girl. She
was The Slayer – it was her duty to protect the world from the treacheries of
the Hellmouth.
But
where in the Slayer Handbook does it state that she would have to live a life
without protection … a life without happiness … a life without love?
Her
only comfort form this heartache sat at the end of her bed.
Mr
Gordo.
He
would always be there for her … he would never leave her.
*
But does he have to be my only solace? *
She
picked him up and hugged him tightly …
*
No he doesn't! *
She
went over to the phone and dialled a common number…
"Yellow
Taxi's … how can I help you?" the professionally rehearsed line was spoken…
"Ahhh
… I'd like a cab…"
"Sure
… your name and address please?"
"Buffy
Summers … Stevenson Hall at UC Sunnydale." Buffy quipped.
"Destination?"
the operator enquired
"Ummm
… Los Angeles" she whispered … as if she still wasn't sure.
"You
Cab will be there in about 20 minutes … have a nice ride" the voice sounded
"Thank-you"
Buffy managed before the line was disconnected at the other end.
With
her mind now firmly set, Buffy headed for her closet. She pulled out her trusty
duffle bag and began to pack it quickly.
By
the time she had finished packing everything … including her pink stuffed pig …
Buffy could hardly close the bag.
*
Thank-god for slayer strength * she said as she forcefully sealed it.
She
roughly scribbled a note to Willow … mentioning LA and that she needed to
borrow her new CD for a while.
With
everything set … she heard a car tooting from outside. She looked out the
window to see a yellow cab parked there. Buffy hurled the bag over her shoulder
and left the room at 1.35am.
As
she was getting into the taxi … she paused to inhale the brisk night air.
Sighing as she fastened the seatbelt … the cab driver asked…
"Los
Angeles huh?"
"Yeah"
she absently replied
"That's
a fair drive miss"
"Too
far" she stated with more meaning behind it than the driver would know.
"Well
… we should be there in about 2 hours…"
"As
long as I am there before sunrise … I don't mind" Buffy said matter-of-factly.
"Ohhh
… you'll easily be there before the sun comes up Miss." He reassured her.
"Thank-you"
With
their idle chit-chat over and done with, the cab pulled out from the curb.
Buffy
retrieved Mr Gordo from her bag and held him close to her chest.
She
let her head fall to rest on the back of the seat as the comfort of the
darkness engulfed her on the highway to LA.
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TBC…
~Chikki~B/A lover/shipper/believer for eternity! Feedback to: chikki_dancer@excite.com
I hope you all liked it … but let me know either way! Is it worth continuing?