TITLE: Interlude I (follows 'Telling the Truth')
AUTHOR: Leni
DISCLAIMER: No matter what you think so far and will continue thinking after this I'm NOT Joss.
DISTRIBUTION: This was made for you to read so I guess you can have it if you want.
TIMELINE: Just after 'Telling the Truth'
SUMMARY: This is only an interlude so there isn't an specific plot, just glimpses of what'll come in the sequel.
FEEDBACK: I want it. It really motivates a girl to continue the story. And yes, consider it a threat....^_^ dani_vasq@hotmail.com
AN: The main parts of this fic are also told from 2 POVs, a little weird maybe. Tell me if I did it right or if I need to redo this.
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*L.A*
"Good bye Angel"
Realization struck him. This wasn't right. Not at all. She couldn't believe it.
'She was gone'
He sat down and...
tried to order her thoughts...
'She was gone'
...rationally...
'She was gone'
... no feelings involved....
'He was not in her life'
He waited for his heart going to pieces,...
...for the agony ripping her soul
She waited
...and waited.
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She saw a figure leaving the building from across the street and gasped when she recognized it. At last. Now she only needed to get a phone.
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*Sunnydale*
A phone ringed non-stop. A sleepy figure made its way to it and tried to answer as nicely as possible. Not an easy thing to do at 3:00 am. She didn't get to practice her courtesy.
"She is here. Is everything ready?"
The news shook her out of her weariness.
"Yes. Everything is going according to the plan." An insecure note entered her voice "You know this little show can backfire. Are you sure of this?"
"Aren't you?"
She remembered their reasons, things no one but both of them could understand. This needed to be done. To hell with consequences. "Yes, of course."
"Good. Plan A has begun."
A soft click marked the end of the conversation
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*L.A*
It was over.
For keeps this time.
He realized that his heart didn't hurt that much, that his soul didn't cry for its mate. Maybe he really was over her. Or maybe his brain just overlooked the oh-so-familiar symptoms of a broken heart.
He didn't care though,... why should she?
So what if she was crying? It wasn't for him. She had stopped doing it long ago, before Riley and the lies, before the changes and the madness. She couldn't remember crying over lost love, she wouldn't let herself. That helpless girl was not anymore. She had been buried under passionate nights and pretended self-assurance. And now even the hope of the 'maybe' and the 'someday' had disappeared and with them the last link between her and that girl. A link Buffy had not even felt there until she couldn't feel it anymore. She had never felt so alone in her life.
So what if she was crying?... Couldn't he mourn the loss of his past... of his future?
She had been gone long before this meeting. He had lost her the first time he realized how much he loved her. Now he only had to accept it. Only that it was so damn difficult. Giving up had never been an option, but with her it seemed the only thing to do.
All those kisses, all those sweet words had been just glimpses of a world not his... and she had been foolish enough to believe someday it would be hers.
But that was not meant to be. If it were they would be together, having breakfast in bed, laughing with their friends, fighting because he didn't like her mother or she was too jealous of the girl next door. A bittersweet smile appeared on her face.
Those were her dreams... Things he gave up for her.
He sighed bitterly. If not for *her* his dreams would be true by now... and his nightmares, too. He shook his head. He wanted to be human but living with the perpetual threat of her death was simply impossible.
He was over her, ... that was obvious for her.
She wouldn't be alone,... that was enough for him
He sighed.
She wiped her tears.
He glanced at the door. It was still open. A subtle vanilla scent could be perceived in the room. She hadn't been a dream.
She glanced at her hands on the wheel. Memories of the past hour rushed through her. A stubborn tear made its way down her cheek.
He had told her to go.
She didn't belong here.
... A crack was heard. Poor heart....
He had not stopped her.
She waited for.... something
.... a cry was heard. Poor soul...
And he was glad. It was time to let go.
She started the car. It was time to go home
Not hundred meters away another soul responded the pleas of its mate, combining them with its own. Both voices passed unadvertised by their owners but not by their guardian.
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*Another realm*
She awakened. A light came into her full force and filled her with images and voices. A tear rolled silently on her face. She had not meant this. Not at all.
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***AN: Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in...
Remember: Killing is bad, specially for the author of this story. I know this is not the semi-fluffy sequel I promised, but then this *isn't* the sequel I planned; this is *only* an interlude. Sequel is coming... when I *finally* understand Chemistry. And don't forget that feedback is the best incentive!!! ***
AUTHOR: Leni
DISCLAIMER: No matter what you think so far and will continue thinking after this I'm NOT Joss.
DISTRIBUTION: This was made for you to read so I guess you can have it if you want.
TIMELINE: Just after 'Telling the Truth'
SUMMARY: This is only an interlude so there isn't an specific plot, just glimpses of what'll come in the sequel.
FEEDBACK: I want it. It really motivates a girl to continue the story. And yes, consider it a threat....^_^ dani_vasq@hotmail.com
AN: The main parts of this fic are also told from 2 POVs, a little weird maybe. Tell me if I did it right or if I need to redo this.
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*L.A*
"Good bye Angel"
Realization struck him. This wasn't right. Not at all. She couldn't believe it.
'She was gone'
He sat down and...
tried to order her thoughts...
'She was gone'
...rationally...
'She was gone'
... no feelings involved....
'He was not in her life'
He waited for his heart going to pieces,...
...for the agony ripping her soul
She waited
...and waited.
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She saw a figure leaving the building from across the street and gasped when she recognized it. At last. Now she only needed to get a phone.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
*Sunnydale*
A phone ringed non-stop. A sleepy figure made its way to it and tried to answer as nicely as possible. Not an easy thing to do at 3:00 am. She didn't get to practice her courtesy.
"She is here. Is everything ready?"
The news shook her out of her weariness.
"Yes. Everything is going according to the plan." An insecure note entered her voice "You know this little show can backfire. Are you sure of this?"
"Aren't you?"
She remembered their reasons, things no one but both of them could understand. This needed to be done. To hell with consequences. "Yes, of course."
"Good. Plan A has begun."
A soft click marked the end of the conversation
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*L.A*
It was over.
For keeps this time.
He realized that his heart didn't hurt that much, that his soul didn't cry for its mate. Maybe he really was over her. Or maybe his brain just overlooked the oh-so-familiar symptoms of a broken heart.
He didn't care though,... why should she?
So what if she was crying? It wasn't for him. She had stopped doing it long ago, before Riley and the lies, before the changes and the madness. She couldn't remember crying over lost love, she wouldn't let herself. That helpless girl was not anymore. She had been buried under passionate nights and pretended self-assurance. And now even the hope of the 'maybe' and the 'someday' had disappeared and with them the last link between her and that girl. A link Buffy had not even felt there until she couldn't feel it anymore. She had never felt so alone in her life.
So what if she was crying?... Couldn't he mourn the loss of his past... of his future?
She had been gone long before this meeting. He had lost her the first time he realized how much he loved her. Now he only had to accept it. Only that it was so damn difficult. Giving up had never been an option, but with her it seemed the only thing to do.
All those kisses, all those sweet words had been just glimpses of a world not his... and she had been foolish enough to believe someday it would be hers.
But that was not meant to be. If it were they would be together, having breakfast in bed, laughing with their friends, fighting because he didn't like her mother or she was too jealous of the girl next door. A bittersweet smile appeared on her face.
Those were her dreams... Things he gave up for her.
He sighed bitterly. If not for *her* his dreams would be true by now... and his nightmares, too. He shook his head. He wanted to be human but living with the perpetual threat of her death was simply impossible.
He was over her, ... that was obvious for her.
She wouldn't be alone,... that was enough for him
He sighed.
She wiped her tears.
He glanced at the door. It was still open. A subtle vanilla scent could be perceived in the room. She hadn't been a dream.
She glanced at her hands on the wheel. Memories of the past hour rushed through her. A stubborn tear made its way down her cheek.
He had told her to go.
She didn't belong here.
... A crack was heard. Poor heart....
He had not stopped her.
She waited for.... something
.... a cry was heard. Poor soul...
And he was glad. It was time to let go.
She started the car. It was time to go home
Not hundred meters away another soul responded the pleas of its mate, combining them with its own. Both voices passed unadvertised by their owners but not by their guardian.
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*Another realm*
She awakened. A light came into her full force and filled her with images and voices. A tear rolled silently on her face. She had not meant this. Not at all.
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***AN: Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in...
Remember: Killing is bad, specially for the author of this story. I know this is not the semi-fluffy sequel I promised, but then this *isn't* the sequel I planned; this is *only* an interlude. Sequel is coming... when I *finally* understand Chemistry. And don't forget that feedback is the best incentive!!! ***