Chapter 2:
"Fred? What are you doing here?" Angel frowned as the shy girl entered his room. It was 6 am in the morning, so she'd probably have a good reason to enter this dank chamber. She blushed. "Cordelia told me to get you. She had one of those vision thingies again." She looked around the room in a quick glance. The curtains to his balcony were closed, blocking all possible light from outside. She frowned as her gaze went past some drawings, put up on his wall. She neared, pointing one of them out. "Who's this?" Angel looked towards the direction she was pointing. A drawing, made about maybe 4 years ago, when he had been turned to Angelus. The picture of a young female, her facial muscles relaxed as she rested in a deep sleep. Even turned, he had still felt drawn to her, only with a different attitude towards it. The drawing had been made while sitting in the opening of Buffy's window on a hot, clammy Sunnydale night. Fred was looking at him curiously. "Well.?" Angel sighed. "That's Buffy." Fred's cheeks turned even deeper red. "Oh.." She knew who Buffy was, Gunn had filled her in on the whole hopeless story. And she understood the hurt she just had cost Angel asking about her. She smiled, comforting. "Oh. Let's go downstairs, Cordelia's waiting for you." She reached for his hand, and pulled him out of his room.
Sun had already called the day off in Sunnydale, and that was the reason for Buffy taking in an awful lot of hits and blows from some extremely ugly, mean looking vampire. The fight had been going on for almost half an hour now, and it was wearing Buffy out. She needed to be back home in half an hour, or Riley might leave without her. And a stupid vampire was so not going to ruin her chance on a nice trip. She tried not to scream as the vamp hit his head onto hers, leaving her bottom lip badly bruised. She tasted the salty taste of her own blood, as she hit the vampire with both fists in upped speed. Just as she was about to hit him in the face with a roundhouse kick, she heard a poof, and the vampire dusted. As she looked around to see who'd come to her aid she noticed Riley, padding a crossbow with a proud look on his face. "Figured I'd find you here." He shrugged. Buffy smiled. "Yeah. That's me. She who hangs out on cemetery's a lot." They both smiled at the memory of her first description of a slayer to Riley. "Too bad you didn't made him go poof sooner.Bruises never go well with my complexion." Buffy let Riley kiss her, allowing him to act all protective. "Hmm. I'd say you look great anyway, bruised or not." He took her hand, as they walked back towards Revello Drive. Half an hour later, Buffy relaxed as she finally laid back into the comfortable car chair. Looked like her weekend off had just begun.
"What is up, Cordy?" Angel worriedly checked the young woman's face, which was hard since she was cooling her forehead with a pack of ice. She smiled bravely. "Big Trouble coming this way, boss." Angel quickly checked Wesley's face, and sighed as he noticed the grave look the guy was giving him. "Okay. Tell me what you saw." Cordy sighed. "You need to get to Faith, now. The Council is back in town. Apparently, they aren't as willing to forgive her as we are." Angel's eyes widened, and he nodded towards Wesley, who got the message and quickly walked towards the front door of the Hyperion. "I'll be right down the sewer entrance with your car." Angel nodded approvingly, and went underground.
A few minutes later Angel hopped into his car, next to Wesley who was at the wheel. He looked concerned. "We need to move fast Wesley, the sun is coming up soon." Wesley only nodded in response, and there fell an awkward silence for a couple of minutes. Then Wesley's voice broke it, sounding very nervous. "Angel. What Cordelia saw wasn't pretty. The Watcher's Council send bounty hunters." Angel processed the information, and gasped. ".And Faith is locked in like a caged animal. Oh my god." Wesley nodded, as they neared the County Jail.
Buffy jawned as she opened up her eyes. She lied still for a second, disorientated. Then she remembered she was in a cute cottage up a hill in LA, resting peacefully in the arms of Riley. Still, she felt strange. Then it occured to her. She didn't get woken up by her alarm clock, or Willow's secret passion that was called the newest Backstreet Boys CD. She didn't have to do homework, or any dishes. All she had to do was lie, and sleep. And she liked sleeping, a lot. Still, she got up from the king-size bed, and walked towards the shower, ready to wash the weariness away that was left after her crazynakedsexapades with Riley. As the bathroom filled with steam she inspected herself in the mirror. The image looking back at her wasn't too pretty, just as she had expected. Though she had many hours of lovely rest, she still looked worn out, and the bruise on her upper lip wasn't contributing. She stepped into the shower, and started soaping. She should get the Watcher's Council to declare her overworked, she thought mockingly, and get her on sick-leave. As the hot water took care of the weariness, her head started to ache bad. She bowed over in pain, curling up. Suddenly, everything around her started to spin, faster and faster. Then it was over, and she was in the shower, out of consciousness.
"Buffy?" A masculin voice was trying to wake her, but she groaned. "Let me sleep." "Buffy are you okay??" She opened one eye, tentatively, and saw the worried face of Riley above her. "Yeah.What's wrong?" Riley frowned. "You blacked out.Are you sure you are okay?" Buffy nodded once again, and tried to get up. "My legs feel like spagetti-O " She smiled at Riley, who was still inspecting her with a worried look. Suddenly, her vision got clouded again.
i I'm guessing that look isn't because they were out of fresh OJ at the delli?! i
She clamped her hands to the sides of her head, trying to shake this weird feelings she was having off. It didn't help. The memories kept coming.
i The Oracles are giving us back the day.They're turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me mortal. i
A single tear ran down her cheek as she clamped on to Riley, who wasn't understanding anything that was happening. "Buffy? Buffy what's wrong?" His voice seemt to come from far away.
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She was totally sobbing now, clutching her fists onto Riley's chest. "I'll never forget." She whispered, leaving Riley with a distraught expression of his face. "Buffy?" His voice sounded worried. She looked up to him, rubbing the tears away. "I'm sorry.I have to go.and do something." She walked towards the bedroom, and got dressed. Riley watched her in confusion. "Where are you going?" Buffy smiled a little. "I need to visit an old friend.Pronto." Riley nodded. "Fine. I'll come with you." She shook her head, reluctant. "No, this is something I need to figure out without you." She walked closer towards him, kissing him slightly. "I'll see you later." She whispered, before walking away.
"Faith?" Angel's voice echoed in the cold, dank prison. He'd always figured that a crypt was a bad place to stay, but this seemed even worse. "Faith?" He called again. As he noticed an unconscious body in front of him, he heard a slight groan from a corner of the room. He reached towards it. Faith was sitting there, curled up against the wall, with her eyes big in fear. "Angel." She whispered. He nodded, and pulled her up. She let him embrace her, but then stuck out a hand to him. "Look." She whispered. "It's back." Angel looked at the small hand held before his face, and frowned. Blood. The thing Faith hated most of all. She whimpered in his arms, and started to cry, hiding her face in his coat. "I didn't mean to kill that man.I didn't. I thought he was a vampire. Honestly." Wesley showed up behind them, frowning at Angel. "She didn't kill them. Only knocked them out." Angel nodded, then forced Faith to look at him. "You didn't kill them sweetie, they're alive." Faith's eyes were big with tears. "Buffy said it was a mistake, but it wasn't. I should have been more careful.it's all my fault." Angel frowned, then remembered. He eased a strand of Faith's hair out of her face. "You're talking about that man in Sunnydale, right? The mayor's left-hand?" Faith nodded slightly. "I'm so, so sorry." She whispered. Angel took one more look at her, and then swept her up in his arms, carrying her out. Wesley frowned. "Angel? What are you doing?" Angel shrugged. "She's coming with us. I'll arrange it with Kate."
Angel looked up towards the door as a slight bundle of light came in. Cordelia entered, carrying a glass of O pos. "Thanks." He nodded. Cordelia smiled. "Sure.How's she doing?" She nodded towards Faith. Angel smiled a little. "Better. She needed the rest. She woke up an hour ago, and we talked. I think she's going to be fine, but she's doing bad on the guilt trip." Cordelia nodded, and handed another blanket as Faith shivered. "Yeah. I never liked her, but she doesn't deserve this either." Angel smiled. Cordelia nodded again. "Yeah. Let's go downstairs. let her rest?!" Angel nodded. "I'm coming in a minute."
"Fred? What are you doing here?" Angel frowned as the shy girl entered his room. It was 6 am in the morning, so she'd probably have a good reason to enter this dank chamber. She blushed. "Cordelia told me to get you. She had one of those vision thingies again." She looked around the room in a quick glance. The curtains to his balcony were closed, blocking all possible light from outside. She frowned as her gaze went past some drawings, put up on his wall. She neared, pointing one of them out. "Who's this?" Angel looked towards the direction she was pointing. A drawing, made about maybe 4 years ago, when he had been turned to Angelus. The picture of a young female, her facial muscles relaxed as she rested in a deep sleep. Even turned, he had still felt drawn to her, only with a different attitude towards it. The drawing had been made while sitting in the opening of Buffy's window on a hot, clammy Sunnydale night. Fred was looking at him curiously. "Well.?" Angel sighed. "That's Buffy." Fred's cheeks turned even deeper red. "Oh.." She knew who Buffy was, Gunn had filled her in on the whole hopeless story. And she understood the hurt she just had cost Angel asking about her. She smiled, comforting. "Oh. Let's go downstairs, Cordelia's waiting for you." She reached for his hand, and pulled him out of his room.
Sun had already called the day off in Sunnydale, and that was the reason for Buffy taking in an awful lot of hits and blows from some extremely ugly, mean looking vampire. The fight had been going on for almost half an hour now, and it was wearing Buffy out. She needed to be back home in half an hour, or Riley might leave without her. And a stupid vampire was so not going to ruin her chance on a nice trip. She tried not to scream as the vamp hit his head onto hers, leaving her bottom lip badly bruised. She tasted the salty taste of her own blood, as she hit the vampire with both fists in upped speed. Just as she was about to hit him in the face with a roundhouse kick, she heard a poof, and the vampire dusted. As she looked around to see who'd come to her aid she noticed Riley, padding a crossbow with a proud look on his face. "Figured I'd find you here." He shrugged. Buffy smiled. "Yeah. That's me. She who hangs out on cemetery's a lot." They both smiled at the memory of her first description of a slayer to Riley. "Too bad you didn't made him go poof sooner.Bruises never go well with my complexion." Buffy let Riley kiss her, allowing him to act all protective. "Hmm. I'd say you look great anyway, bruised or not." He took her hand, as they walked back towards Revello Drive. Half an hour later, Buffy relaxed as she finally laid back into the comfortable car chair. Looked like her weekend off had just begun.
"What is up, Cordy?" Angel worriedly checked the young woman's face, which was hard since she was cooling her forehead with a pack of ice. She smiled bravely. "Big Trouble coming this way, boss." Angel quickly checked Wesley's face, and sighed as he noticed the grave look the guy was giving him. "Okay. Tell me what you saw." Cordy sighed. "You need to get to Faith, now. The Council is back in town. Apparently, they aren't as willing to forgive her as we are." Angel's eyes widened, and he nodded towards Wesley, who got the message and quickly walked towards the front door of the Hyperion. "I'll be right down the sewer entrance with your car." Angel nodded approvingly, and went underground.
A few minutes later Angel hopped into his car, next to Wesley who was at the wheel. He looked concerned. "We need to move fast Wesley, the sun is coming up soon." Wesley only nodded in response, and there fell an awkward silence for a couple of minutes. Then Wesley's voice broke it, sounding very nervous. "Angel. What Cordelia saw wasn't pretty. The Watcher's Council send bounty hunters." Angel processed the information, and gasped. ".And Faith is locked in like a caged animal. Oh my god." Wesley nodded, as they neared the County Jail.
Buffy jawned as she opened up her eyes. She lied still for a second, disorientated. Then she remembered she was in a cute cottage up a hill in LA, resting peacefully in the arms of Riley. Still, she felt strange. Then it occured to her. She didn't get woken up by her alarm clock, or Willow's secret passion that was called the newest Backstreet Boys CD. She didn't have to do homework, or any dishes. All she had to do was lie, and sleep. And she liked sleeping, a lot. Still, she got up from the king-size bed, and walked towards the shower, ready to wash the weariness away that was left after her crazynakedsexapades with Riley. As the bathroom filled with steam she inspected herself in the mirror. The image looking back at her wasn't too pretty, just as she had expected. Though she had many hours of lovely rest, she still looked worn out, and the bruise on her upper lip wasn't contributing. She stepped into the shower, and started soaping. She should get the Watcher's Council to declare her overworked, she thought mockingly, and get her on sick-leave. As the hot water took care of the weariness, her head started to ache bad. She bowed over in pain, curling up. Suddenly, everything around her started to spin, faster and faster. Then it was over, and she was in the shower, out of consciousness.
"Buffy?" A masculin voice was trying to wake her, but she groaned. "Let me sleep." "Buffy are you okay??" She opened one eye, tentatively, and saw the worried face of Riley above her. "Yeah.What's wrong?" Riley frowned. "You blacked out.Are you sure you are okay?" Buffy nodded once again, and tried to get up. "My legs feel like spagetti-O " She smiled at Riley, who was still inspecting her with a worried look. Suddenly, her vision got clouded again.
i I'm guessing that look isn't because they were out of fresh OJ at the delli?! i
She clamped her hands to the sides of her head, trying to shake this weird feelings she was having off. It didn't help. The memories kept coming.
i The Oracles are giving us back the day.They're turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me mortal. i
A single tear ran down her cheek as she clamped on to Riley, who wasn't understanding anything that was happening. "Buffy? Buffy what's wrong?" His voice seemt to come from far away.
1 i A minute? No.No! It's not enough time.i
She was totally sobbing now, clutching her fists onto Riley's chest. "I'll never forget." She whispered, leaving Riley with a distraught expression of his face. "Buffy?" His voice sounded worried. She looked up to him, rubbing the tears away. "I'm sorry.I have to go.and do something." She walked towards the bedroom, and got dressed. Riley watched her in confusion. "Where are you going?" Buffy smiled a little. "I need to visit an old friend.Pronto." Riley nodded. "Fine. I'll come with you." She shook her head, reluctant. "No, this is something I need to figure out without you." She walked closer towards him, kissing him slightly. "I'll see you later." She whispered, before walking away.
"Faith?" Angel's voice echoed in the cold, dank prison. He'd always figured that a crypt was a bad place to stay, but this seemed even worse. "Faith?" He called again. As he noticed an unconscious body in front of him, he heard a slight groan from a corner of the room. He reached towards it. Faith was sitting there, curled up against the wall, with her eyes big in fear. "Angel." She whispered. He nodded, and pulled her up. She let him embrace her, but then stuck out a hand to him. "Look." She whispered. "It's back." Angel looked at the small hand held before his face, and frowned. Blood. The thing Faith hated most of all. She whimpered in his arms, and started to cry, hiding her face in his coat. "I didn't mean to kill that man.I didn't. I thought he was a vampire. Honestly." Wesley showed up behind them, frowning at Angel. "She didn't kill them. Only knocked them out." Angel nodded, then forced Faith to look at him. "You didn't kill them sweetie, they're alive." Faith's eyes were big with tears. "Buffy said it was a mistake, but it wasn't. I should have been more careful.it's all my fault." Angel frowned, then remembered. He eased a strand of Faith's hair out of her face. "You're talking about that man in Sunnydale, right? The mayor's left-hand?" Faith nodded slightly. "I'm so, so sorry." She whispered. Angel took one more look at her, and then swept her up in his arms, carrying her out. Wesley frowned. "Angel? What are you doing?" Angel shrugged. "She's coming with us. I'll arrange it with Kate."
Angel looked up towards the door as a slight bundle of light came in. Cordelia entered, carrying a glass of O pos. "Thanks." He nodded. Cordelia smiled. "Sure.How's she doing?" She nodded towards Faith. Angel smiled a little. "Better. She needed the rest. She woke up an hour ago, and we talked. I think she's going to be fine, but she's doing bad on the guilt trip." Cordelia nodded, and handed another blanket as Faith shivered. "Yeah. I never liked her, but she doesn't deserve this either." Angel smiled. Cordelia nodded again. "Yeah. Let's go downstairs. let her rest?!" Angel nodded. "I'm coming in a minute."
