"She's been everybody elses girl, maybe one day she'll be her own"
~ Tori Amos
It was nearing 4am, and still he tossed and turned. Eventually he would have to sleep,
but that seemed to be eluding him at this point. Finally, Angel reached for the light and leaning up against the headboard, grabbed his book to read. Her picture fell into his lap.
4 years ago- a dark alley....
" Hey, Slayer" a shining arc of silver in the darkness- and she is holding a silver cross
in her hand.
"Be careful out there."
"Who are you?" she had yelled
"A friend."
Buffy Anne Summers. The Slayer. The Chosen One. The love of his life. His girl.
Correction, somebody elses girl.
2 years ago- a rooftop....
" You went out with this guy!?" Riley and Angel said at the same time.
The picture was a good one- she was smiling angelically for the camera. Her senior
picture that her mother insisted she have done. She had left it with his ring in an
envelope before he'd left Sunnydale. Flipping it over he read the back,
" For Angel,on the eve of your leavetaking...
There will always be a part of me where you are, and
a part of you will always be with me. I love you.
I will always be your girl.
Love,
Buffy "
April- this year, Sunnydale Cemetery...
Buffy's lips grabbed at his hungrily, before pulling away.
"I told you I was needy."
One of the hardest things he'd done was to walk away from her, only complicated more
by later watching her walk away with someone else. She'd moved on, and he was stuck in the
same place. And for the good of both of them, he kept his distance...and watch over her as
best he could through her friends and family. Hoping for her safety, missing her smile- wishing
every day he was a mortal man that could love her like she should be loved. But wishing
could not change what they were, vampire and slayer. Former lovers. Sometime friends.
Looking at the image again, he smiled in return before slipping the image back into his
book and turning out the light.
~ Tori Amos
It was nearing 4am, and still he tossed and turned. Eventually he would have to sleep,
but that seemed to be eluding him at this point. Finally, Angel reached for the light and leaning up against the headboard, grabbed his book to read. Her picture fell into his lap.
4 years ago- a dark alley....
" Hey, Slayer" a shining arc of silver in the darkness- and she is holding a silver cross
in her hand.
"Be careful out there."
"Who are you?" she had yelled
"A friend."
Buffy Anne Summers. The Slayer. The Chosen One. The love of his life. His girl.
Correction, somebody elses girl.
2 years ago- a rooftop....
" You went out with this guy!?" Riley and Angel said at the same time.
The picture was a good one- she was smiling angelically for the camera. Her senior
picture that her mother insisted she have done. She had left it with his ring in an
envelope before he'd left Sunnydale. Flipping it over he read the back,
" For Angel,on the eve of your leavetaking...
There will always be a part of me where you are, and
a part of you will always be with me. I love you.
I will always be your girl.
Love,
Buffy "
April- this year, Sunnydale Cemetery...
Buffy's lips grabbed at his hungrily, before pulling away.
"I told you I was needy."
One of the hardest things he'd done was to walk away from her, only complicated more
by later watching her walk away with someone else. She'd moved on, and he was stuck in the
same place. And for the good of both of them, he kept his distance...and watch over her as
best he could through her friends and family. Hoping for her safety, missing her smile- wishing
every day he was a mortal man that could love her like she should be loved. But wishing
could not change what they were, vampire and slayer. Former lovers. Sometime friends.
Looking at the image again, he smiled in return before slipping the image back into his
book and turning out the light.