Chapter 3
Ready?
Note: Seen in Buffy's point of view. (g-ddamnit! I always had to save my files in .txt format so I can't use anything bold or italitics!)
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I was still leaning up against him, as the time was slowly passing by. Moving side to side as the song 'Wild Horses' played.
// I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried,
Let's do some living after we die
Wild Horses,
Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses....\\
I finally opened my eyes. The moment I blinked, tears fell upon my complexion. I could feel the burning tears- slowing rolling down both of my cheeks.
Angel felt a couple teardrops that landed over to his tuxedo. He gently took my hand and swiftly motioned out of the crowds, letting me sit down next to him on a couch. His hand still remained in mine. Since I was crying, I think I made him feel awful... I didn't mean to...
"Buffy... what's the matter? I came, didn't I?"
I could tell, just by the look of his eyes. It seemed like Angel was blaming himself... the fact that I was just broke out in tears. He sat closer, then putting his arm around; just below the shoulder.
"Tell me what's wrong." He spoke again, gaining with worries.
"I'm glad you came Angel!" I tried to sound as pleased as I can. "Really!"
Ok, that was such a stupid response! I can't believe I just said that.
"You're crying... not a good sign.."
"No! This is happy crying... I'm happy because you're here, you came to dance -- with me."
I sniffed. Angel wiped my other tears away with his hand. Then I smiled as a _thank you_.
I wanted to do this now. It was now or never. Giving him a long, deep, emotional kiss on the lips. Out of all the times, I kissed him, this was the longest; not wanting to stop.
But then; just my luck, one last flash appeared.
I was back home on the couch, sitting upward. And trust me, this wasn't a dream.
Running over to the kitchen to get phone. Dialing the numbers rather quickly, then putting the receiver up by my ear.
"Hello... Giles? I need to talk to you." I was very serious at that time.
"What just happened?" His British accent became stronger, over the phone.
"It's about my dream, the Angel one?"
"Yes what about it?"
"I need to go to L.A."
"W-what? Buffy, it's not that simple!"
"Ugh! Giles, I'll explain everything tomorrow. At the Magic Box. Bring everyone. I'll tell Willow and Tara too." I hung up on him.
It was really late, I think, past midnight. Going up the stairs and in the my bed. As well, I fell asleep right after I put my head on my pillow
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Everyone was gathered for the big 'meeting' at the Magic Box, again, of course.
"So what's the stitch, Buff?" Xander asked.
"I'll just cut to the chase, I'm going to L.A."
Everyone gave me a surprised look. Excluding Giles who shook his head in despair.
"You can't go..." Giles started off. "You're the Slayer, you need to protect Sunnydale."
"I know!" I almost sounded angry through that tone. I came on a little softer this time. "Last night, I don't know what the hell happened but I saw this flash. All of a sudden, I'm back at Graduation day. It was just the moment before Angel left. I ran up to him and tried not to let him go... but then, I see another flash! I find myself dancing with Angel at the Prom! I don't know if changed the past. All I know is, I need to see Angel again." I looked straight up at Giles in the eyes, while he was standing. "This is more important than some--vampire-staking in the graveyard!" I banged my fist of the table, making it shake. I was really pissed off, Giles had to let me go or else I'd have another angry moment.
Everyone stopped leaning on the table the moment it shook.
Giles finally understood. He took off his glasses. "We'll do the-- the slayage for you, but, uh, just incase... where's your beeping... thing?" I watched him reach for his cleaning cloth as he cleaned the smears and dust off his glasses.
"My beeper?" I asked.
"Y-yes, yes, beeper." Putting his glasses back on.
"Oh the whole, 'If the apocalypse comes, beep me' thing. Gotcha." I held out my beeper. Just before I was about to leave, I turned back around, giving Giles a hug. "Thank you..." I whispered.
"You're quite welcome." He replied.
When I pulled away, I gave my all my friends hugs too.
"I'll be home packing... Will, could you check the internet and get me a flight ticket for tomorrow?"
"Sure Buffy."
"Thanks for understanding, all of you." As my friends smiled back, I left through the front door and headed home to do some packing.
Ready?
Note: Seen in Buffy's point of view. (g-ddamnit! I always had to save my files in .txt format so I can't use anything bold or italitics!)
~
I was still leaning up against him, as the time was slowly passing by. Moving side to side as the song 'Wild Horses' played.
// I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried,
Let's do some living after we die
Wild Horses,
Couldn't drag me away,
Wild, wild horses....\\
I finally opened my eyes. The moment I blinked, tears fell upon my complexion. I could feel the burning tears- slowing rolling down both of my cheeks.
Angel felt a couple teardrops that landed over to his tuxedo. He gently took my hand and swiftly motioned out of the crowds, letting me sit down next to him on a couch. His hand still remained in mine. Since I was crying, I think I made him feel awful... I didn't mean to...
"Buffy... what's the matter? I came, didn't I?"
I could tell, just by the look of his eyes. It seemed like Angel was blaming himself... the fact that I was just broke out in tears. He sat closer, then putting his arm around; just below the shoulder.
"Tell me what's wrong." He spoke again, gaining with worries.
"I'm glad you came Angel!" I tried to sound as pleased as I can. "Really!"
Ok, that was such a stupid response! I can't believe I just said that.
"You're crying... not a good sign.."
"No! This is happy crying... I'm happy because you're here, you came to dance -- with me."
I sniffed. Angel wiped my other tears away with his hand. Then I smiled as a _thank you_.
I wanted to do this now. It was now or never. Giving him a long, deep, emotional kiss on the lips. Out of all the times, I kissed him, this was the longest; not wanting to stop.
But then; just my luck, one last flash appeared.
I was back home on the couch, sitting upward. And trust me, this wasn't a dream.
Running over to the kitchen to get phone. Dialing the numbers rather quickly, then putting the receiver up by my ear.
"Hello... Giles? I need to talk to you." I was very serious at that time.
"What just happened?" His British accent became stronger, over the phone.
"It's about my dream, the Angel one?"
"Yes what about it?"
"I need to go to L.A."
"W-what? Buffy, it's not that simple!"
"Ugh! Giles, I'll explain everything tomorrow. At the Magic Box. Bring everyone. I'll tell Willow and Tara too." I hung up on him.
It was really late, I think, past midnight. Going up the stairs and in the my bed. As well, I fell asleep right after I put my head on my pillow
~
Everyone was gathered for the big 'meeting' at the Magic Box, again, of course.
"So what's the stitch, Buff?" Xander asked.
"I'll just cut to the chase, I'm going to L.A."
Everyone gave me a surprised look. Excluding Giles who shook his head in despair.
"You can't go..." Giles started off. "You're the Slayer, you need to protect Sunnydale."
"I know!" I almost sounded angry through that tone. I came on a little softer this time. "Last night, I don't know what the hell happened but I saw this flash. All of a sudden, I'm back at Graduation day. It was just the moment before Angel left. I ran up to him and tried not to let him go... but then, I see another flash! I find myself dancing with Angel at the Prom! I don't know if changed the past. All I know is, I need to see Angel again." I looked straight up at Giles in the eyes, while he was standing. "This is more important than some--vampire-staking in the graveyard!" I banged my fist of the table, making it shake. I was really pissed off, Giles had to let me go or else I'd have another angry moment.
Everyone stopped leaning on the table the moment it shook.
Giles finally understood. He took off his glasses. "We'll do the-- the slayage for you, but, uh, just incase... where's your beeping... thing?" I watched him reach for his cleaning cloth as he cleaned the smears and dust off his glasses.
"My beeper?" I asked.
"Y-yes, yes, beeper." Putting his glasses back on.
"Oh the whole, 'If the apocalypse comes, beep me' thing. Gotcha." I held out my beeper. Just before I was about to leave, I turned back around, giving Giles a hug. "Thank you..." I whispered.
"You're quite welcome." He replied.
When I pulled away, I gave my all my friends hugs too.
"I'll be home packing... Will, could you check the internet and get me a flight ticket for tomorrow?"
"Sure Buffy."
"Thanks for understanding, all of you." As my friends smiled back, I left through the front door and headed home to do some packing.