OK, I wasn't planning on getting this out...I'm, like, dying from tiredness (1:15 AM) But that's OK...I WANTED to get this out to you guys!
So, obviously since it's SOO late, and my eyes are all tired, if there are mistakes...sorry!
I'd apreciate feedback @ LuVnAnGeLNBuFfY@aol.com (HINT, HINT...c'mon, it's the last part!)
Disclaimer in part 1
Time and Time Again: 7
By *~Rachel*~
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Years- decades passed since that night Angel said goodbye to Elizabeth. After that night, Angel had dropped all contact with people. Without her, there was no reason for him to even go on living. There wasn't a reason for him to even pretend to blend in with the human population. Without his light in his dark world, Angel's life had once again become nothing. Angel truly was empty.
However, a major change of events was about to take place.
In 1996, this demon...Whistler was his name, showed up right in front of him. At once, Angel thought he was incredibly annoying in this cryptic sort of way. Whistler told Angel that he had something to show him...And if Angel wanted to see it, he would have to go with Whistler.
RIGHT. NOW.
Angel stood there, listening to Whistler talk to him. As Whistler spoke, Angel thought, Why the hell not? After all, I haven't seen anything since I lost her so long ago. "Her" was, of course, Elizabeth. As time passed, Angel had barely been able to say her name. Too many sorrowful memories were brought up.
Whistler ended up dragging Angel to the other side of the US- to Los Angeles, the bearing Angel's name. When the two arrived in LA, Whistler went to point something out to Angel. The demon and vampire stood outside at night, staring into the window of a suburban home. Inside the window, stood a young girl, maybe 15 or 16 years old.
"Okay, I give. Why are we here spying on some teenager?" Angel asked, before really looking at the adolescent standing around inside.
"Angel my pal...gaze your eyes on the lovely Buffy Summers." Whistler said, pointing inside the house. Angel looked down at Whistler in faint surprise before looking back at the teenager standing inside the house. After taking a closer look at the youth standing in the bathroom, Angel noticed that Buffy, as Whistler called her, looked just like Elizabeth. "More formally known as Elizabeth Anne Summers." Whistler finished.
Angel's mouth dropped open, and in the first time since forever, he was speechless.
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That night, Angel told Whistler that he wanted to become someone. More than anything else, Angel wanted to help her. So, six months later, in the small down of Sunnydale, California, it was finally time for Angel to introduce himself to Buffy. Over the six proceeding months, with Whistler's help, Angel had become his stronger self again, preparing for what was to come.
That summery night, as Angel was walking down a deserted alley behind the Bronze, Buffy, who knew he was coming, swung down from a high bar over the pavement and kicked him in the back. Angel fell to the ground and Buffy walked over to him.
Their first meeting definitely caught him off guard, to say the least.
"Ah, heh...is there a problem ma'am?" Angel asked, looking up into Elizabeth's eyes. No...it's Buffy now, he thought...her hazel eyes stared at him with bright burning fire. But when he looked at her gorgeous features, all he could think about was It's Elizabeth.
"Yes there is a problem. Why were you following me." She asked him firmly. Angel couldn't believe it...she still had that ability to always jump out at him without him knowing.
Angel could still remember how surprised he was when Whistler showed him that Buffy was destined to become the Slayer. He was shocked that the Powers had brought his love back as a Slayer...the one person in the world who was suppose to KILL him. How ironic, he thought when Whistler told him several months ago.
"I know what you're thinking..." Angel began. "And don't worry...I don't bite."
Buffy backed off, allowing him to stand. As Angel rose to his feet, she still held her fighting stance. Angel looked her over once more, forcing himself to not grab and kiss her over and over again. "Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though." Angel massaged his neck from where he had landed.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"The same thing you do." Angel replied to her. That's good...keep the conversation short and to the point. he thought.
Buffy finally let down her guard. "Okay...what do I want?"
Angel took a step towards her, silently breathing her in...Oh, my blonde goddess. He thought quickly. "To kill them. To kill them all." He replied to her.
"Sorry, that's incorrect." Buffy said. "But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax. What I want is to be left alone!"
Angel watched her as she fired that sarcastic remark at him, looking her over...taking her in. There was no mistaking that Buffy was his love. Her hazel eyes sparked at him as she spoke. Her blonde hair, now cut up to her shoulders, sparkled even though it was night. Ah...her personality. That spunkiness that he had loved since he first met her. Her fiery attitude shone at him like a beacon. She still had that same spirit...she WAS Elizabeth.
After speaking, Buffy began walking away. Angel couldn't let her go...not yet. "Do you really think that's an option anymore? You're standing at the Mouth of Hell. And it's about to open." Angel shouted out to her. Well, that got her attention. Buffy turned around to face him again as Angel pulled a small box out of his jacket. "Don't turn your back on this." He threw her the box and Buffy immediately caught it. "You've gotta be ready."
"What for?" She asked him.
"For the Harvest." Angel replied.
Buffy stared at him. There's something...something that's so familiar about him. Like I should know him or something...I just can't place it. she thought. She stared into his deep brown eyes...and suddenly felt as though she could drown in them. "Who are you?"
There was so much that Angel wanted to tell her...your love, your life, your salvation. Of course, he could say none of these things to her- ever. "Let's just say...I'm a friend." He finally said, starting to leave.
"Yeah? Well, maybe I don't want a friend?" Buffy asked back at him.
Angel turned back around to her. He took one last look at her, memorizing every detail about her. "I didn't say I was yours." He said, before disappearing into the night.
Buffy looked down at the box Angel had thrown to her. She opened it, revealing a silver cross. She brought it out, staring at it before taking one more look back towards him. Without muttering a word, Buffy strolled back in the opposite direction Angel had gone. '
As Buffy walked off, Angel stood there in the darkness, staring at her. More than anything, he wanted to unclasp that necklace for her and place it around her neck...the neck that he had memorized 80 years ago as he planted kisses up and down Elizabeth's neck.
Angel's Elizabeth...now known as Buffy to everyone, had miraculously returned to him. From that moment on, as Angel watched Buffy walk away, he knew that his life would never be the same again.
And, of course, we all know the rest of the story from there...
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The End!
So...did you like?
So, obviously since it's SOO late, and my eyes are all tired, if there are mistakes...sorry!
I'd apreciate feedback @ LuVnAnGeLNBuFfY@aol.com (HINT, HINT...c'mon, it's the last part!)
Disclaimer in part 1
Time and Time Again: 7
By *~Rachel*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Years- decades passed since that night Angel said goodbye to Elizabeth. After that night, Angel had dropped all contact with people. Without her, there was no reason for him to even go on living. There wasn't a reason for him to even pretend to blend in with the human population. Without his light in his dark world, Angel's life had once again become nothing. Angel truly was empty.
However, a major change of events was about to take place.
In 1996, this demon...Whistler was his name, showed up right in front of him. At once, Angel thought he was incredibly annoying in this cryptic sort of way. Whistler told Angel that he had something to show him...And if Angel wanted to see it, he would have to go with Whistler.
RIGHT. NOW.
Angel stood there, listening to Whistler talk to him. As Whistler spoke, Angel thought, Why the hell not? After all, I haven't seen anything since I lost her so long ago. "Her" was, of course, Elizabeth. As time passed, Angel had barely been able to say her name. Too many sorrowful memories were brought up.
Whistler ended up dragging Angel to the other side of the US- to Los Angeles, the bearing Angel's name. When the two arrived in LA, Whistler went to point something out to Angel. The demon and vampire stood outside at night, staring into the window of a suburban home. Inside the window, stood a young girl, maybe 15 or 16 years old.
"Okay, I give. Why are we here spying on some teenager?" Angel asked, before really looking at the adolescent standing around inside.
"Angel my pal...gaze your eyes on the lovely Buffy Summers." Whistler said, pointing inside the house. Angel looked down at Whistler in faint surprise before looking back at the teenager standing inside the house. After taking a closer look at the youth standing in the bathroom, Angel noticed that Buffy, as Whistler called her, looked just like Elizabeth. "More formally known as Elizabeth Anne Summers." Whistler finished.
Angel's mouth dropped open, and in the first time since forever, he was speechless.
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That night, Angel told Whistler that he wanted to become someone. More than anything else, Angel wanted to help her. So, six months later, in the small down of Sunnydale, California, it was finally time for Angel to introduce himself to Buffy. Over the six proceeding months, with Whistler's help, Angel had become his stronger self again, preparing for what was to come.
That summery night, as Angel was walking down a deserted alley behind the Bronze, Buffy, who knew he was coming, swung down from a high bar over the pavement and kicked him in the back. Angel fell to the ground and Buffy walked over to him.
Their first meeting definitely caught him off guard, to say the least.
"Ah, heh...is there a problem ma'am?" Angel asked, looking up into Elizabeth's eyes. No...it's Buffy now, he thought...her hazel eyes stared at him with bright burning fire. But when he looked at her gorgeous features, all he could think about was It's Elizabeth.
"Yes there is a problem. Why were you following me." She asked him firmly. Angel couldn't believe it...she still had that ability to always jump out at him without him knowing.
Angel could still remember how surprised he was when Whistler showed him that Buffy was destined to become the Slayer. He was shocked that the Powers had brought his love back as a Slayer...the one person in the world who was suppose to KILL him. How ironic, he thought when Whistler told him several months ago.
"I know what you're thinking..." Angel began. "And don't worry...I don't bite."
Buffy backed off, allowing him to stand. As Angel rose to his feet, she still held her fighting stance. Angel looked her over once more, forcing himself to not grab and kiss her over and over again. "Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though." Angel massaged his neck from where he had landed.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"The same thing you do." Angel replied to her. That's good...keep the conversation short and to the point. he thought.
Buffy finally let down her guard. "Okay...what do I want?"
Angel took a step towards her, silently breathing her in...Oh, my blonde goddess. He thought quickly. "To kill them. To kill them all." He replied to her.
"Sorry, that's incorrect." Buffy said. "But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax. What I want is to be left alone!"
Angel watched her as she fired that sarcastic remark at him, looking her over...taking her in. There was no mistaking that Buffy was his love. Her hazel eyes sparked at him as she spoke. Her blonde hair, now cut up to her shoulders, sparkled even though it was night. Ah...her personality. That spunkiness that he had loved since he first met her. Her fiery attitude shone at him like a beacon. She still had that same spirit...she WAS Elizabeth.
After speaking, Buffy began walking away. Angel couldn't let her go...not yet. "Do you really think that's an option anymore? You're standing at the Mouth of Hell. And it's about to open." Angel shouted out to her. Well, that got her attention. Buffy turned around to face him again as Angel pulled a small box out of his jacket. "Don't turn your back on this." He threw her the box and Buffy immediately caught it. "You've gotta be ready."
"What for?" She asked him.
"For the Harvest." Angel replied.
Buffy stared at him. There's something...something that's so familiar about him. Like I should know him or something...I just can't place it. she thought. She stared into his deep brown eyes...and suddenly felt as though she could drown in them. "Who are you?"
There was so much that Angel wanted to tell her...your love, your life, your salvation. Of course, he could say none of these things to her- ever. "Let's just say...I'm a friend." He finally said, starting to leave.
"Yeah? Well, maybe I don't want a friend?" Buffy asked back at him.
Angel turned back around to her. He took one last look at her, memorizing every detail about her. "I didn't say I was yours." He said, before disappearing into the night.
Buffy looked down at the box Angel had thrown to her. She opened it, revealing a silver cross. She brought it out, staring at it before taking one more look back towards him. Without muttering a word, Buffy strolled back in the opposite direction Angel had gone. '
As Buffy walked off, Angel stood there in the darkness, staring at her. More than anything, he wanted to unclasp that necklace for her and place it around her neck...the neck that he had memorized 80 years ago as he planted kisses up and down Elizabeth's neck.
Angel's Elizabeth...now known as Buffy to everyone, had miraculously returned to him. From that moment on, as Angel watched Buffy walk away, he knew that his life would never be the same again.
And, of course, we all know the rest of the story from there...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The End!
So...did you like?