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The other stared at Buffy and Angel as their kiss got more passionate and they backed into his room, shutting the door.
"I guess he's happier to see her then I thought," Cordelia said lightly.
"Angel--we can't--do--this," Buffy said, between kisses.
"Right--It's wrong--and bad--and everything--always turns out--horribly--when this--happens." Buffy pulled away.
"Angel, we can't do this, we can't. It's wrong. We need to talk first."
"About what? That Wesley's dead? That Connor's gone because of Wesley?" Angel asked harshly.
"We can't just kiss and make everything better," Buffy said.
"It was working fine for me."
"Angel--"
"I know, I know. It's just easier to try and forget. Move on."
"It's not time to move on."
"If I don't forget, then I'm faced with the fact that I killed Wesley and Connor. It's all my fault that he's dead," Angel said, tears dropping from his eyes.
"Angel it isn't your fault. Wesley betrayed you, not the other way around. You have no reason to blame yourself," Buffy said softly.
"I should have known. IT'S MY FAULT!" Angel raged.
"Angel," Buffy pleaded, tears falling and dribbling on her cheeks.
"I DID THIS! IT WAS MY FAULT! CONNOR WAS MY RESPONSIBILITY AND WESLEY WAS MY FRIEND! I DID THIS! ME! NOT WESLEY OR JUSTINE OR LILAH! Me," he cried, whispering the last word repeatedly. "Me." Buffy stroked his cheek and began to speak. Angel pulled away abruptly and grabbed a glass. "Me." He smashed it against the wall as Buffy winced from the sound. A shard of glass flew into Angel's head, right above his eye.
"Angel, sit. Calm down." Buffy grabbed a rag and put it under the faucet. Then she applied the cool cloth to his wound. Angel made no signs of pain or discomfort, almost as if he didn't feel it. Buffy kissed his forhead. "It'll be ok."
"No it won't! Connor and Wesley are gone! DOESN'T ANYONE GET IT?! Wesley's gone. He's not coming back, and neither is Connor. AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT! WHY WON'T ANYONE SEE IT?!" Angel shouted. "I did this. Not anyone else. Me."
Faith glanced up at the building. It didn't look inhabited, but she was sure Justine was there. She had to be. Faith looked around once more and then walked inside.
It was chilly and the wind whipped through the building. If I was a psychotic killer, she thought, which technically I am, where would I be?
"Who are you?" Faith turned around quickly. A woman stood there, in her twenties about, with short red hair. She had scratches all over her arms and a few burn marks. Her eyes were filled with hatred and rage, but she could also see sadness.
"You Justine?" The woman nodded. Faith smiled. "I've been looking for you."
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The other stared at Buffy and Angel as their kiss got more passionate and they backed into his room, shutting the door.
"I guess he's happier to see her then I thought," Cordelia said lightly.
"Angel--we can't--do--this," Buffy said, between kisses.
"Right--It's wrong--and bad--and everything--always turns out--horribly--when this--happens." Buffy pulled away.
"Angel, we can't do this, we can't. It's wrong. We need to talk first."
"About what? That Wesley's dead? That Connor's gone because of Wesley?" Angel asked harshly.
"We can't just kiss and make everything better," Buffy said.
"It was working fine for me."
"Angel--"
"I know, I know. It's just easier to try and forget. Move on."
"It's not time to move on."
"If I don't forget, then I'm faced with the fact that I killed Wesley and Connor. It's all my fault that he's dead," Angel said, tears dropping from his eyes.
"Angel it isn't your fault. Wesley betrayed you, not the other way around. You have no reason to blame yourself," Buffy said softly.
"I should have known. IT'S MY FAULT!" Angel raged.
"Angel," Buffy pleaded, tears falling and dribbling on her cheeks.
"I DID THIS! IT WAS MY FAULT! CONNOR WAS MY RESPONSIBILITY AND WESLEY WAS MY FRIEND! I DID THIS! ME! NOT WESLEY OR JUSTINE OR LILAH! Me," he cried, whispering the last word repeatedly. "Me." Buffy stroked his cheek and began to speak. Angel pulled away abruptly and grabbed a glass. "Me." He smashed it against the wall as Buffy winced from the sound. A shard of glass flew into Angel's head, right above his eye.
"Angel, sit. Calm down." Buffy grabbed a rag and put it under the faucet. Then she applied the cool cloth to his wound. Angel made no signs of pain or discomfort, almost as if he didn't feel it. Buffy kissed his forhead. "It'll be ok."
"No it won't! Connor and Wesley are gone! DOESN'T ANYONE GET IT?! Wesley's gone. He's not coming back, and neither is Connor. AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT! WHY WON'T ANYONE SEE IT?!" Angel shouted. "I did this. Not anyone else. Me."
Faith glanced up at the building. It didn't look inhabited, but she was sure Justine was there. She had to be. Faith looked around once more and then walked inside.
It was chilly and the wind whipped through the building. If I was a psychotic killer, she thought, which technically I am, where would I be?
"Who are you?" Faith turned around quickly. A woman stood there, in her twenties about, with short red hair. She had scratches all over her arms and a few burn marks. Her eyes were filled with hatred and rage, but she could also see sadness.
"You Justine?" The woman nodded. Faith smiled. "I've been looking for you."
A/N: Cliffie! Mwhahahaness. ANGST! Anyways, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! ^_^