"Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word to find
The truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles
And you speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words keep me alive
And I would be the one To hold you down Kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away And after, I'd wipe away the tears Just close your eyes dear" -Sarah McLachlan
She stopped in a wooded area. There she saw a man dragging a girl who looked no older than fifteen. She was sobbing and begging him to let her go. "This is what you fight to save?" Angel whispered from behind her. "Men like him? Men who would rape a teenage girl."
She turned to him. "No, I fight to save girls like her." With that she stepped out. The man stopped in his tracks.
"Some one else to join us," he drawled. That's when Angel stepped out from the trees. He had no intention of helping her with the fight but he knew that his presence would tilt the fight in her favor.
"Are you okay lass?" he asked slipping back into his accent. The girl nodded still terrified. "Then run home." The girl tried to pull her arm free. Buffy kicked the man causing him to release the girl. The girl ran. Angel stood back and watched as she pummeled the man. He smiled when he saw her vamp out. Then she bit him. Angel felt like cheering when he saw her drop his lifeless body. There was a look of pure horror on his face.
"I killed him," she whispered.
"Don't feel so bad," Angel said with a shrug. "The guy was a cretin."
"He was human. I killed a human."
"Buff, don't feel so bad." He seemed confused. "The man was a rapist, he deserved to die."
"He did not deserve to die. He deserved to spend his life in jail being the woman of Bubba."
"Uh-"
"Look, the point is: I murdered him!"
He held up his hands in a soothing manner. "Okay, just calm down."
"No! I killed a man Angel!"
"But you saved a girl."
"Angel you just don't get it."
"Let's go home," he said finally. He led her back to the mansion. Spike was in the living room. "Where were you?"
"Out," Spike said he looked at Buffy. "Looking for her actually."
"You told him that you were leaving but you didn't tell me?" Angel demanded.
"I wasn't planning on telling him," Buffy said. "But he was here when I came out. I couldn't exactly say that I was taking my bags for a walk."
"I'm going to bed," he said. "Buffy?"
"I'll be up soon," she said. He walked up the stairs.
"So you're back," Spike said.
"Aren't you perceptive?" she said with a slight smile. "You were going after me?"
"I knew you'd get in trouble," he said with a shrug. She sat down on the couch heavily. "You okay pet?"
"Not really." She looked up into his eyes. "Spike, I killed a man." He sat down and slipped an arm around his shoulders. She buried her head in his shoulder crying. He turned slightly now holding her.
"How did it happen?"
"Well, he had this girl, he was going to rape her. I stopped him." She took a hitching breath. "I started to hit him. He didn't have a chance to even fight back. I drained him. Angel didn't understand why I was so upset."
"`Course he didn't," Spike said. "Slayer, it's like what I said: he's an idiot."
"Why do you call me that?"
"What?"
"The slayer. I'm not the slayer anymore."
"You'll always be the slayer."
She laid her head back on his shoulder surprised by how comfortable she felt with him. "I miss them."
"Is that where you were going?"
"I really don't know."
"You should go. He's probably wondering where you are."
"Okay." They stood. She hugged him tightly. "Thank you for listening."
"I was just happy to carry on an intelligent conversation," he said with a smile. "They were kind of lacking when it was just me and Dru. Dalton was nice to have around, but the Judge fried him. Then Angel came back, but he was too busy with Dru to really talk. You're much better company."
"Thanks," she said. "Goodnight Spike." She left and went into Angel's room. He sat up when she came in.
"What took you so long?" he asked.
"I was talking to Spike," she told him. She sat down on the edge of the bed taking off her shoes.
"You okay lover?" he asked
"I keep picturing his body," she said lying back. "I feel so bad."
"Can I help you forget?" he asked. She smiled knowing what his method was. He leaned over her kissing her slowly. She briefly wondered if Spike could kiss like that but squelched that thought annoyed with herself.
"Angel-" she started.
"Shh," he murmured before his lips descended upon hers again.
And I would be the one To hold you down Kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away And after, I'd wipe away the tears Just close your eyes dear" -Sarah McLachlan
She stopped in a wooded area. There she saw a man dragging a girl who looked no older than fifteen. She was sobbing and begging him to let her go. "This is what you fight to save?" Angel whispered from behind her. "Men like him? Men who would rape a teenage girl."
She turned to him. "No, I fight to save girls like her." With that she stepped out. The man stopped in his tracks.
"Some one else to join us," he drawled. That's when Angel stepped out from the trees. He had no intention of helping her with the fight but he knew that his presence would tilt the fight in her favor.
"Are you okay lass?" he asked slipping back into his accent. The girl nodded still terrified. "Then run home." The girl tried to pull her arm free. Buffy kicked the man causing him to release the girl. The girl ran. Angel stood back and watched as she pummeled the man. He smiled when he saw her vamp out. Then she bit him. Angel felt like cheering when he saw her drop his lifeless body. There was a look of pure horror on his face.
"I killed him," she whispered.
"Don't feel so bad," Angel said with a shrug. "The guy was a cretin."
"He was human. I killed a human."
"Buff, don't feel so bad." He seemed confused. "The man was a rapist, he deserved to die."
"He did not deserve to die. He deserved to spend his life in jail being the woman of Bubba."
"Uh-"
"Look, the point is: I murdered him!"
He held up his hands in a soothing manner. "Okay, just calm down."
"No! I killed a man Angel!"
"But you saved a girl."
"Angel you just don't get it."
"Let's go home," he said finally. He led her back to the mansion. Spike was in the living room. "Where were you?"
"Out," Spike said he looked at Buffy. "Looking for her actually."
"You told him that you were leaving but you didn't tell me?" Angel demanded.
"I wasn't planning on telling him," Buffy said. "But he was here when I came out. I couldn't exactly say that I was taking my bags for a walk."
"I'm going to bed," he said. "Buffy?"
"I'll be up soon," she said. He walked up the stairs.
"So you're back," Spike said.
"Aren't you perceptive?" she said with a slight smile. "You were going after me?"
"I knew you'd get in trouble," he said with a shrug. She sat down on the couch heavily. "You okay pet?"
"Not really." She looked up into his eyes. "Spike, I killed a man." He sat down and slipped an arm around his shoulders. She buried her head in his shoulder crying. He turned slightly now holding her.
"How did it happen?"
"Well, he had this girl, he was going to rape her. I stopped him." She took a hitching breath. "I started to hit him. He didn't have a chance to even fight back. I drained him. Angel didn't understand why I was so upset."
"`Course he didn't," Spike said. "Slayer, it's like what I said: he's an idiot."
"Why do you call me that?"
"What?"
"The slayer. I'm not the slayer anymore."
"You'll always be the slayer."
She laid her head back on his shoulder surprised by how comfortable she felt with him. "I miss them."
"Is that where you were going?"
"I really don't know."
"You should go. He's probably wondering where you are."
"Okay." They stood. She hugged him tightly. "Thank you for listening."
"I was just happy to carry on an intelligent conversation," he said with a smile. "They were kind of lacking when it was just me and Dru. Dalton was nice to have around, but the Judge fried him. Then Angel came back, but he was too busy with Dru to really talk. You're much better company."
"Thanks," she said. "Goodnight Spike." She left and went into Angel's room. He sat up when she came in.
"What took you so long?" he asked.
"I was talking to Spike," she told him. She sat down on the edge of the bed taking off her shoes.
"You okay lover?" he asked
"I keep picturing his body," she said lying back. "I feel so bad."
"Can I help you forget?" he asked. She smiled knowing what his method was. He leaned over her kissing her slowly. She briefly wondered if Spike could kiss like that but squelched that thought annoyed with herself.
"Angel-" she started.
"Shh," he murmured before his lips descended upon hers again.
