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Part 4 - Needing help - Angel's P.O.V.
I knock on the door again and I finally hear her moving around. The door opens and reveals her in all of her glory.....her nearly naked glory....my throat tightens as she stands there in her underwear and bra, I mean yeah I've seen her naked before but not in a long time. She blinks several times before sighing and rolling her eyes.
"God, don't you have a life? So I'm guessing you followed my scent, isn't that sweet?"
I nearly laugh at her remark, it's almost like the old Buffy but pain and sadness shine through her eyes and instead I want to hold her. Sometimes I hate how I immediately become her protector whenever she's around, there are no words to describe what I feel for her, she's just so unique and special, so whenever she's hurting I feel the fierce need to find the bastard who made her hurt and rip their heads off....literally...but I know this pain isn't as easy as that, it runs deep.
"Are you going to say something or just stand there gawking?"
"Buf-Ebony, we really need your help."
She sighs and turns around, walking towards her fridge and I notice something at the base of her back, it takes me a couple of seconds but I realise it's a tattoo, of a sword. She catches me staring and winks at me.
"Like the tatt?"
I nod my head and try to keep my eyes on her face but I can't help them wandering downwards so I try and focus on a toaster on the bench instead, I mean I'm with....uhh...Faith you idiot! Faith! What happened between Buffy and I has run it's course.....hasn't it?
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"No."
She smirks at me and sits down at her table, resting her legs on the table and opening the bottle. I sigh and she rolls her eyes getting up.
"Here, have a chair then."
She hands me a chair, her hand brushing mine just enough to make my hand feel like it's on fire, she always does that to me, the slightest touch and I'm like ash slipping through her fingers and I just don't seem to care. She sits back down on the chair and takes a drink from the bottle, it seems stupid that this is so awkward, we were lovers for god's sake, we would tell each other everything but I just can't seem to get her to open up.
"So....just living with Faith are we?"
I smile inside at the hint of jealousy in her voice.
"No, Cordy, Gunn, Wesley and Fred live with us too."
"Oh, the whole fang gang then?"
"What about you? Living alone?"
She quickly looks away and guzzles more of the alcohol.
"Uhh..yeah...alone..."
"What about the others?"
She blinks back tears and looks me straight in the eye.
"They're dead."
Awkward silence falls over us and the only thing that can be heard is the faint sound of someone screaming outside. Part of me wants to run out there and help but I know it's useless, by the time I get there, there will be nothing left but a dead body lying in a pool of blood. I mean I do care but we're getting too outnumberred and they're getting stronger. Buffy coughs and stands up.
"Look, lets cut the chit-chat crap, if I help you just one time, will you get off my back??"
I nod my head and she shakes her head, mumbling under her breath.
"Hang on, I'll just get dressed."
Relief washes over me, this went a lot better than I thought it would. Faith thinks she's crazy but I think she's just hurt, she's lost everyone, I kind of know how she feels. For years I was lost and then Whistler came to me and showed me what my purpose in life was....Buffy....and all I have to do is show her what her purpose is.
"Let's go."
Her voice is cold and distant as she pushes past me, wearing red leather pants that looked like she would have had to have sprayed them on and a black halter neck top.
"Aren't you....cold?"
She raises an eyebrow and smirks but she doesn't go back inside to get a jacket, she just keeps walking and I growl quietly, and sigh rushing to catch up with her.
End of Part 4
Part 4 - Needing help - Angel's P.O.V.
I knock on the door again and I finally hear her moving around. The door opens and reveals her in all of her glory.....her nearly naked glory....my throat tightens as she stands there in her underwear and bra, I mean yeah I've seen her naked before but not in a long time. She blinks several times before sighing and rolling her eyes.
"God, don't you have a life? So I'm guessing you followed my scent, isn't that sweet?"
I nearly laugh at her remark, it's almost like the old Buffy but pain and sadness shine through her eyes and instead I want to hold her. Sometimes I hate how I immediately become her protector whenever she's around, there are no words to describe what I feel for her, she's just so unique and special, so whenever she's hurting I feel the fierce need to find the bastard who made her hurt and rip their heads off....literally...but I know this pain isn't as easy as that, it runs deep.
"Are you going to say something or just stand there gawking?"
"Buf-Ebony, we really need your help."
She sighs and turns around, walking towards her fridge and I notice something at the base of her back, it takes me a couple of seconds but I realise it's a tattoo, of a sword. She catches me staring and winks at me.
"Like the tatt?"
I nod my head and try to keep my eyes on her face but I can't help them wandering downwards so I try and focus on a toaster on the bench instead, I mean I'm with....uhh...Faith you idiot! Faith! What happened between Buffy and I has run it's course.....hasn't it?
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"No."
She smirks at me and sits down at her table, resting her legs on the table and opening the bottle. I sigh and she rolls her eyes getting up.
"Here, have a chair then."
She hands me a chair, her hand brushing mine just enough to make my hand feel like it's on fire, she always does that to me, the slightest touch and I'm like ash slipping through her fingers and I just don't seem to care. She sits back down on the chair and takes a drink from the bottle, it seems stupid that this is so awkward, we were lovers for god's sake, we would tell each other everything but I just can't seem to get her to open up.
"So....just living with Faith are we?"
I smile inside at the hint of jealousy in her voice.
"No, Cordy, Gunn, Wesley and Fred live with us too."
"Oh, the whole fang gang then?"
"What about you? Living alone?"
She quickly looks away and guzzles more of the alcohol.
"Uhh..yeah...alone..."
"What about the others?"
She blinks back tears and looks me straight in the eye.
"They're dead."
Awkward silence falls over us and the only thing that can be heard is the faint sound of someone screaming outside. Part of me wants to run out there and help but I know it's useless, by the time I get there, there will be nothing left but a dead body lying in a pool of blood. I mean I do care but we're getting too outnumberred and they're getting stronger. Buffy coughs and stands up.
"Look, lets cut the chit-chat crap, if I help you just one time, will you get off my back??"
I nod my head and she shakes her head, mumbling under her breath.
"Hang on, I'll just get dressed."
Relief washes over me, this went a lot better than I thought it would. Faith thinks she's crazy but I think she's just hurt, she's lost everyone, I kind of know how she feels. For years I was lost and then Whistler came to me and showed me what my purpose in life was....Buffy....and all I have to do is show her what her purpose is.
"Let's go."
Her voice is cold and distant as she pushes past me, wearing red leather pants that looked like she would have had to have sprayed them on and a black halter neck top.
"Aren't you....cold?"
She raises an eyebrow and smirks but she doesn't go back inside to get a jacket, she just keeps walking and I growl quietly, and sigh rushing to catch up with her.
End of Part 4