Help Comes From The Strangest Places
by
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. Good enough? I thought not. You guys simply cannot be satisfied. *sigh* All right, here goes. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all associations belong to... Not me! Surprise!
Setting/Summary: Pre- "Angel", Buffy wonders about the mysterious man who intrigues her so.
Rating: PG
He always comes to warn of the worst possible things. I suppose I should associate him with something negative, since the script usually goes something like this:
Angel appears.
Bad things happen.
Angel disappears.
OR
Angel disappears before bad things happen, and leaves the Scooby Gang to fight them off by themselves.
But still, I'm curious. Curious beyond belief. I want to know more about this mysterious figure who wanders in and out of my life, often warning me of things that would have, or at least, could have, killed me should they have taken me by surprise. I guess that means that I owe my life to him several times over.
He comes only at night, and I have wondered briefly about the worst several times. But he always comes to help, never causing more trouble, instead, lessening the burden on us by providing often valuable information. Scratch that. Always valuable information. I don't think he has ever brought useless or faulty information.
I have no idea where he gets it, what his sources are. He never speaks of his informants, and I think that he walks heavily in the underground, but nonetheless, I am grateful for his help, illegal or questionable as it may be. I mean, it's not like he's using it to traffic drugs or anything.
And then there's the way he makes me feel.
I've never felt for anyone quite the way I feel for him. In L.A., I was Miss Popular Girl, and I flaunted it. I dated, but I never really fell for anyone. They were all brain-dead jocks, the kind who have the popular positions in the school just because they're muscled. Idiots.
Most of them, anyway.
And it isn't just the way he looks. Or the way he walks, or the mysterious persona he has created for himself around the Scoobies. There's something different about Angel. I'm drawn to him, almost physically. I feel like I am the ocean, and he is the tide. Pulling me close, but never quite to him.
I am dying of curiosity. I want to know who he is. I want to thank him a thousand times over for all the invaluable help he has given me, Giles, Willow, and Xander. I want to kiss him, feel his mouth against mine, his tongue pushing gently though my lips and swirling the inside of my mouth.
But it will never be. I don't know why. I just have this feeling. This feeling that Angel and I are never to be for real.
He's a somber man, and he wears a long trench coat. It swirls behind him as he walks, and his stride is brisk. His hair is dark, and his face is somber. I don't think I've ever seen him smile.
He comes only when we are in need of help. He seems to disappear during times of quiet. But when we need him... well, help comes from the strangest places.
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