Eve in England, Connor in the past
Connor had slipped out, yeah he changed his clothes but he also climbed out the window, after all Angel never told him not to. Connor didn't actually want to see that demon that enjoyed showing Connor what happened years before his birth, but he did want to see what happened to it. It's been a few days, hard to believe, since he'd seen it.
"Looking for me?" A voice came into Connor's ear. Connor turned around and saw the demon, yes he was looking for him.
"No," Connor lied, he had to keep his cool. "Where have you been?" Connor asked, turning back around and beginning to walk, knowing that the demon would follow.
"You and Angel bonded, father and son?" The demon asked, looking down at Connor.
"No," Connor snapped. "He wasn't even there til the end. It was more like Eve or Dawn."
"You and the key, cute. Not as cute as a vampire and the slayer but hey, it's a progress." The demon looked down at Connor, who in return did not look back. "It's time for your next travel. You've seen the slayer and Angel, well sort of. They separated and he left for Los Angeles, Buffy has visited a tops of 7 times, in 4 years. Great love, aye? Well, I figured you oughta see her first visit. Angel and Buffy had fought a demon, Angel got some of it's blood on him and he was turned human. Buffy and Angel had their fun, they could do it all and they did, the whole 9 yards. But it's the parting that was the downfall, so to speak now, Buffy does not remember this, Angel turned back time, this is their breaking point."
There was no one around so the demon had no need to hide. He snapped his fingers and the two were gone. They reappeared in the Hyperion hotel, where Buffy and Angel were now, staring at each other.
"I went to see the oracles. I asked them to turn me back," Angel told Buffy. Buffy's face shifted as fast as that lil speedy bird can run.
"What?" She gasped. "Why," Buffy demanded. This wasn't easy for Angel, that time they shared, that'd been the happiest he'd been for 300 years.
"Because more than ever I know how much I love," Angel answered.
Buffy backs away from him. "No. No, you didn't," she stuttered. How could he?
Angel moved forward, following her. "And if I stayed mortal one of us would wind up dead, maybe both of us. You heard what Mohra said." Well, all in love and love is good, it was all for Buffy.
"Mohra is dead. We killed him," Buffy protested, not seeing what the point was.
"He said others would come," Angel pointed out.
"They always come. And they always will. But that's my problem now, not yours, remember?" Buffy protested. She had to hold on as long as possible.
"No, I won't just stand by and let you fight, maybe die, alone," Angel argued. Well, that was very manly, very loving.
"Then we fight together," Buffy begged. She truly wanted this. There was no limits with him being humans, there was all to many limits with him dead.
"You saw what happened last night," Angel reminded. "If anything I'm a liability to you. You take chances to protect me, and that's not just bad for you, it's bad for the people we were meant to help." He did have a point. "So what?" Buffy asked. "You just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being a regular Joe and decided it was more fun being a superhero?"
"You know that's not it," Angel protested. "How can we be together if the cost is your life, or the lives of others?" Buffy just stares at him and after a moment he takes her into his arms. "I know. I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure - if I could do it if I woke up with you one more morning."
"I understand - so what happens now?" Buffy asked, sniffling.
"The oracles are giving us back the day, turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me mortal," Angel answered.
"When?" Buffy asked.
Angel looks over at the clock that reads, 5 seconds till 9. "Another minute," he answered as if it was pain to say it.
"A minute?" Buffy gasped, tears now visible. "No. No, it's not enough time!" She shook her head, tears streaked down her cheeks.
"We don't have a choice. It's done," Angel answered.
"How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we had? What we could have had?" Buffy asked.
"You won't. No one will know but me," Angel assured her.
"Everything we did," Buffy went on.
"It never happened," Angel answered.
Buffy shakes her head. "It did. It did. I know it did!" She protested. Buffy places her hand on his heart. "I felt your heart beat," she recalled.
"Buffy..." Angel began. They kiss. Buffy looks over at the clock, 15 seconds left.
"No!" Buffy gaspes. "Oh God. It's not enough time," she protestes once more.
Angel is crying too now. "Shh. Please. Please." They hold each other tightly both crying. "Please, please.
"No. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget," Buffy repeats.
A white flash dissolves Angel's office into the previous day. Angel is leaning against his desk blinking, looking around. Buffy is standing next to the door.
"So, then lets just stick to the plan. Keep our distance until a lot of time has passed, and given enough time - we should be able to..." Buffy trailed off.
"Forget," Angel finished for her. Connor looked at the two blankly. He had nothing to say, no insult, no smart ass remark. He didn't know their complete history but they sure in hell went through a lot.
"Yeah," Buffy added. "So - I'm gonna go - start forgetting." The Mohra crashes through the window behind Angel with a scream. Buffy and Connor both jump at this. Angel just turns, grabs the clock from his desk and coolly smashes the Mohra's jewel with it. The Mohra goes up in a flash of light.
"That was unreal. - How did you know how to kill it?" Buffy asked, slightly stunned.
It's a Mohra demon. I - I had a lot of time to catch up on my reading," Angel answered.
Buffy nods slowly. "Yeah. Okay - So I guess we've covered it, right?" She asked, getting back to the subject.
"I guess we did," Angel answered. After all it was for best, Angel knew that, let love run it's path.
"And that's all there really is to say," Buffy added, obviously she didn't know what to say besides that.
Angel takes a deep breath and looks down at the smashed clock. It stopped at 9:02. When he turns back Buffy is already leaving the outer office. "Yeah - That's it," Angel muttered to himself.
"Cute, ain't they?" The demon asked Connor, glancing down at him. "Believe it's time for another saddie." The scene morphed into a boat scene. Angel, Cordelia and Doyle were standing on a landing, before a light.
"Doyle's death," the demon informs Connor. Connor and the demon stood a little ways behind Doyle, it was the safest place after all.
Doyle put his hand on Angel's shoulder. "The good fight yeah? - you never know until you've been tested. - I get that now." Doyle hauls back and hits Angel with a hard right to the chin, knocking him down, off the landing.
Doyle turns to Cordelia and they kiss, there's a blue light between their lips just before they part. Doyle steps back. "Too bad we'll never know - " He morphs into his demon face - "if this is a face you could learn to love."
Angel picks himself up off the floor of the cargo hold, runs over to the ladder and climbs back up. While in doing so he begins to shot. "Doyle. Doyle. Doyle! Doyle! NO!"
Doyle jumps over to beacon just before Angel reaches the platform. He grabs hold of its metal frame, turns his head and smiles at Angel and Cordelia.
"No!" Angel protests.
As Doyle is trying to unplug the big light, he morphs back to human as the light gets brighter and starts to melt the skin of his face. Everybody watches spellbound as Doyle manages to pull the cable apart just before he burns up, letting out a cry of pain. The beacon goes dark. All the lister demons stare at the fading beacon in shock. Cordelia starts crying and Angel pulls her into a hug, teary-eyed himself.
The scene disappears and is replaced with a scene of Sunnydale. Connor is out side, on a hill, over viewing the town. Angel is standing there. Buffy comes running up the hill, from behind Angel.
Buffy is clearly out of breath. "Angel, please. I need for you to get inside. Th - there's only a few minutes left.
"I know." Angel's breath came fast and shallow. "I can smell the sunrise long before it come."
"I don't have time to explain this," Buffy said anxiously and hurried. "You just have to trust me. That thing that was haunting you..."
"It wasn't haunting me. It was showing me," Angel interrupted.
"Showing you?" Buffy asked confused.
"What I am," Angel answered her unasked question.
"Were," Buffy corrected him.
"And ever shall be," Angel said immediately after Buffy had spoke. "I wanted to know why I was back. Now I do."
"You don't know," Buffy protested. "Some great evil takes credit for bring you back and you buy it? You just give up?"
"I can't do it again, Buffy," Angel snapped, harshly. "I can't become a killer."
"Then fight it," Buffy suggested.
"It's too hard," Angel complained.
"Angel, please, you have to get inside," Buffy begged.
"It told me to kill you. You were in the dream," Angel pointed out. "You know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again."
"I know what it told you. What does it matter?" Buffy asked.
"Because I wanted to!" Angel told her, raising his voice. "Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you, I know it'll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care." Angel lets out a few sobs. Buffy is at a loss for words.
"Look, I'm weak. I've never been anything else," Angel confessed. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man."
"You're weak. Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back, but if it did, it's because it needs you. And that means that you can hurt it," Buffy came to a conclusion. Angel didn't want to believe her. "Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends. But if you die now," Buffy began, rising her voice. "Then all you ever were was a monster." Buffy looks out at the sky as it begins to lighten. "Angel please, the sun is coming up!"
"Just go," Angel ordered coldly.
"I won't!" Buffy protested.
"What, do you think this is simple?" Angel asked. "You think there's an easy answer? You can never understand what I've done! Now go!"
"Well, he seems a bit big on himself. He expects people to get over him when he can't," Connor hissed. The demon nodded in agreement.
"You are not staying her," Buffy ordered then grabbed his arm. "I won't let you!
"I said Leave!" Angel jerks his arm free of her grasp. In her anger and desperation Buffy punches him. He reacts by shoving her away from him roughly, making her fall face forward hard to the ground. "Oh, my god..." Angel gasped quietly to himself. He goes to her and crouches over her, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around to face him.
Buffy fears his intentions and cries out. "No! No!" He grabs her roughly by the arms and holds her firmly.
"Am I a thing worth saving, huh?" Angel asked shaking her. "Am I a righteous man?" He shakes her again. "The world wants me gone!"
"What about me?" Buffy asked tearfully. "I love you so much...and I tried to make you go away...I killed you and it didn't help." Buffy shoves him off of her and gets up. "And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard...and that you can hurt me so much." Buffy sobs harshly. "I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don't," Buffy corrected herself. "I can't," she whispered. Angel gets up now, too.
"Buffy, please. Just this once...let me be strong," Angel begged, tears now shone in his softened eyes.
"Strong is fighting!" Buffy pointed out. "It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together." Angel struggles with himself, knowing she's right. "But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because..." Buffy stops in mid-sentence because it has inexplicably begun to snow. She and Angel both look up at it coming down, lightly at first and gradually heavier.
"She's very convincing," Connor said dryly.
"Yeah," the demon added with a snap of the fingers. The scene spun then disappeared all together. They were back on the street the next second. The show was over.
"Now you're gonna leave me to think about what you have showed me and hope that I learn how to respect Angel," Connor guessed. The demon nodded, letting a smile slip down to his lips.
"Yeah," he answered. "I would. But unfortunately, you're needed elsewhere," the demon warned Connor.
"What?" Connor asked confused.
"You've got a place to go. Angel hasn't found you gone. Him, you know, trying to be nice and respect how slow you are. But the demon knows where you are, although Eve did manage to get rid of him. He won't stay gone for long and once he finds a way back he's going for Eve and according to everyone you are the only thing she cares about so if I was you, I'd go on home and into hiding. She is officially a pro at that." The demon paused. "Unless, of coarse you would like to see her past." The demon looked down at Connor. He snapped his fingers, the next second they were in a courthouse. This was an old type of court house, wood, tiny. There were two rows of audience, two accusers, one judge, a lawyer, and the accused.
Eve was the accused, the lawyer was not for her but against her, the judge hated her guts, the two accusers weren't big fans and the audience wanted no more but to see her burnt.
"Have you done witchcraft?" The judge asked, start with the small questions then go to the big.
"No," Eve simply answered. Her voice was the same, the same sense of hiding something. The same smartassness that she always held. Her clothes were far from the same though. She didn't it but she word a dress, sort of like a pilgrim's, her hat had fallen off when she was arrested, so now her long, bottom length hair flowed freely.
"Why should we believe you?" The judge asked. Good question.
"Why shouldn't you?" Eve asked, rising an eyebrow. There was after all, no proof besides two girls.
"These girls say you did a spell on them, why?" The judge asked, his voice rising along with his temper disappearing.
"Because of some seizures? Sorry, no offence judge but you seem to be more on the stupid side. There's a disease you can catch, from bread, that'll make you have visions and seizures," Eve told them. Her voice showed no anger, just amusement.
"Did you just call me stupid?" The judge asked, completely missing the useful information.
"Yeah," Eve answered, making no attempt to hide it. "All the witches are doing it," she pointed out. It was no question that she was being sarcastic.
"Funny," the judge stated, not at all amused. "A good beating would get it right out of you."
"Ah! You dare hit a woman?" Eve asked, accusation in her voice. "Oooooh. That is so devilish. How dare a man to ever lay a finger on a female, that's unthinkable. You Satan possessed loser---man I mean." Eve looked down then back up to meet the judges eyes. People in that time didn't use loser, Eve just favored the word.
"Excuse me?" The judge snapped.
"Alright, you've killed quite a few people now. Well, look at like this, you've got no proof. Little girls go off accusing people for attention. You people pay no attention to them so they begin killing. You guys are doing what you're so scared that witches do, they don't kill, you're the killer. Going off and baggin' way thousands just for the sake of these bratty ass children. I think tiz you that needs ta be put to death." Eve let out a sigh, knowing that he'd notice her slang.
"You slur your words," the judge pointed out.
"Wow, damn you're fast. Alright, big pimp, let me ask you something. I've got that right don't I," Eve asked no one in particular. "Yes," she answered herself. "How do you know that god's real?" Eve asked the judge. The judge's face contorted and strained in anger.
"What?" He snapped. Eve let out a slight smile.
"How - do - you - know - that - god - is - real? Look, you get one bible and you're expected to believe it. Well here's a riddle, how the hell can you believe it if you idiots dun understand it? 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.' Well dumbass, that means thou shalt not suffer a murderer or poisonous to live. This has nothing to do with witches. You've been wrong. Completely." Eve was right, that is what it meant, in bible and out.
"Witch!" The oldest of the two accusers shouted. Eve's head quickly spun and looked at the girls.
"Witch? You lying bitch! There ain't no proof. You people ain't got nothin' on me. No one's ever been round me, I'm always out, in the view, when the hell am I suppose to be doin' the worshipin'? God doesn't want this," Eve smoothly said, calming herself, changing the subject. "He wants us to live in harmony, not kill each other creating hell." Eve looked down at the desk, well that was it, she blew it, she's gotta learn how to control that temper of hers.
"Are you guilty or innocent of your crime?" The judge asked, dismissing her speech.
Eve paused for awhile, innocent, no one was innocent, but guilty, not many accused were guilty neither. "Innocent," Eve finally answered, raising her head.
The judge looked over to a guard and nodded. The guard approached Eve, Eve drew back from the desk but found that there was a guard behind her as well, leaving her no where to go.
"What happens?" Connor asks, looking at the demon. The demon looks at Connor.
"Well, she gets thrown in jail of coarse," the demon answered as if Connor should have known that.
The first guard tied Eve's hands together and led her out with out a struggle.
Connor had slipped out, yeah he changed his clothes but he also climbed out the window, after all Angel never told him not to. Connor didn't actually want to see that demon that enjoyed showing Connor what happened years before his birth, but he did want to see what happened to it. It's been a few days, hard to believe, since he'd seen it.
"Looking for me?" A voice came into Connor's ear. Connor turned around and saw the demon, yes he was looking for him.
"No," Connor lied, he had to keep his cool. "Where have you been?" Connor asked, turning back around and beginning to walk, knowing that the demon would follow.
"You and Angel bonded, father and son?" The demon asked, looking down at Connor.
"No," Connor snapped. "He wasn't even there til the end. It was more like Eve or Dawn."
"You and the key, cute. Not as cute as a vampire and the slayer but hey, it's a progress." The demon looked down at Connor, who in return did not look back. "It's time for your next travel. You've seen the slayer and Angel, well sort of. They separated and he left for Los Angeles, Buffy has visited a tops of 7 times, in 4 years. Great love, aye? Well, I figured you oughta see her first visit. Angel and Buffy had fought a demon, Angel got some of it's blood on him and he was turned human. Buffy and Angel had their fun, they could do it all and they did, the whole 9 yards. But it's the parting that was the downfall, so to speak now, Buffy does not remember this, Angel turned back time, this is their breaking point."
There was no one around so the demon had no need to hide. He snapped his fingers and the two were gone. They reappeared in the Hyperion hotel, where Buffy and Angel were now, staring at each other.
"I went to see the oracles. I asked them to turn me back," Angel told Buffy. Buffy's face shifted as fast as that lil speedy bird can run.
"What?" She gasped. "Why," Buffy demanded. This wasn't easy for Angel, that time they shared, that'd been the happiest he'd been for 300 years.
"Because more than ever I know how much I love," Angel answered.
Buffy backs away from him. "No. No, you didn't," she stuttered. How could he?
Angel moved forward, following her. "And if I stayed mortal one of us would wind up dead, maybe both of us. You heard what Mohra said." Well, all in love and love is good, it was all for Buffy.
"Mohra is dead. We killed him," Buffy protested, not seeing what the point was.
"He said others would come," Angel pointed out.
"They always come. And they always will. But that's my problem now, not yours, remember?" Buffy protested. She had to hold on as long as possible.
"No, I won't just stand by and let you fight, maybe die, alone," Angel argued. Well, that was very manly, very loving.
"Then we fight together," Buffy begged. She truly wanted this. There was no limits with him being humans, there was all to many limits with him dead.
"You saw what happened last night," Angel reminded. "If anything I'm a liability to you. You take chances to protect me, and that's not just bad for you, it's bad for the people we were meant to help." He did have a point. "So what?" Buffy asked. "You just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being a regular Joe and decided it was more fun being a superhero?"
"You know that's not it," Angel protested. "How can we be together if the cost is your life, or the lives of others?" Buffy just stares at him and after a moment he takes her into his arms. "I know. I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure - if I could do it if I woke up with you one more morning."
"I understand - so what happens now?" Buffy asked, sniffling.
"The oracles are giving us back the day, turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me mortal," Angel answered.
"When?" Buffy asked.
Angel looks over at the clock that reads, 5 seconds till 9. "Another minute," he answered as if it was pain to say it.
"A minute?" Buffy gasped, tears now visible. "No. No, it's not enough time!" She shook her head, tears streaked down her cheeks.
"We don't have a choice. It's done," Angel answered.
"How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we had? What we could have had?" Buffy asked.
"You won't. No one will know but me," Angel assured her.
"Everything we did," Buffy went on.
"It never happened," Angel answered.
Buffy shakes her head. "It did. It did. I know it did!" She protested. Buffy places her hand on his heart. "I felt your heart beat," she recalled.
"Buffy..." Angel began. They kiss. Buffy looks over at the clock, 15 seconds left.
"No!" Buffy gaspes. "Oh God. It's not enough time," she protestes once more.
Angel is crying too now. "Shh. Please. Please." They hold each other tightly both crying. "Please, please.
"No. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget," Buffy repeats.
A white flash dissolves Angel's office into the previous day. Angel is leaning against his desk blinking, looking around. Buffy is standing next to the door.
"So, then lets just stick to the plan. Keep our distance until a lot of time has passed, and given enough time - we should be able to..." Buffy trailed off.
"Forget," Angel finished for her. Connor looked at the two blankly. He had nothing to say, no insult, no smart ass remark. He didn't know their complete history but they sure in hell went through a lot.
"Yeah," Buffy added. "So - I'm gonna go - start forgetting." The Mohra crashes through the window behind Angel with a scream. Buffy and Connor both jump at this. Angel just turns, grabs the clock from his desk and coolly smashes the Mohra's jewel with it. The Mohra goes up in a flash of light.
"That was unreal. - How did you know how to kill it?" Buffy asked, slightly stunned.
It's a Mohra demon. I - I had a lot of time to catch up on my reading," Angel answered.
Buffy nods slowly. "Yeah. Okay - So I guess we've covered it, right?" She asked, getting back to the subject.
"I guess we did," Angel answered. After all it was for best, Angel knew that, let love run it's path.
"And that's all there really is to say," Buffy added, obviously she didn't know what to say besides that.
Angel takes a deep breath and looks down at the smashed clock. It stopped at 9:02. When he turns back Buffy is already leaving the outer office. "Yeah - That's it," Angel muttered to himself.
"Cute, ain't they?" The demon asked Connor, glancing down at him. "Believe it's time for another saddie." The scene morphed into a boat scene. Angel, Cordelia and Doyle were standing on a landing, before a light.
"Doyle's death," the demon informs Connor. Connor and the demon stood a little ways behind Doyle, it was the safest place after all.
Doyle put his hand on Angel's shoulder. "The good fight yeah? - you never know until you've been tested. - I get that now." Doyle hauls back and hits Angel with a hard right to the chin, knocking him down, off the landing.
Doyle turns to Cordelia and they kiss, there's a blue light between their lips just before they part. Doyle steps back. "Too bad we'll never know - " He morphs into his demon face - "if this is a face you could learn to love."
Angel picks himself up off the floor of the cargo hold, runs over to the ladder and climbs back up. While in doing so he begins to shot. "Doyle. Doyle. Doyle! Doyle! NO!"
Doyle jumps over to beacon just before Angel reaches the platform. He grabs hold of its metal frame, turns his head and smiles at Angel and Cordelia.
"No!" Angel protests.
As Doyle is trying to unplug the big light, he morphs back to human as the light gets brighter and starts to melt the skin of his face. Everybody watches spellbound as Doyle manages to pull the cable apart just before he burns up, letting out a cry of pain. The beacon goes dark. All the lister demons stare at the fading beacon in shock. Cordelia starts crying and Angel pulls her into a hug, teary-eyed himself.
The scene disappears and is replaced with a scene of Sunnydale. Connor is out side, on a hill, over viewing the town. Angel is standing there. Buffy comes running up the hill, from behind Angel.
Buffy is clearly out of breath. "Angel, please. I need for you to get inside. Th - there's only a few minutes left.
"I know." Angel's breath came fast and shallow. "I can smell the sunrise long before it come."
"I don't have time to explain this," Buffy said anxiously and hurried. "You just have to trust me. That thing that was haunting you..."
"It wasn't haunting me. It was showing me," Angel interrupted.
"Showing you?" Buffy asked confused.
"What I am," Angel answered her unasked question.
"Were," Buffy corrected him.
"And ever shall be," Angel said immediately after Buffy had spoke. "I wanted to know why I was back. Now I do."
"You don't know," Buffy protested. "Some great evil takes credit for bring you back and you buy it? You just give up?"
"I can't do it again, Buffy," Angel snapped, harshly. "I can't become a killer."
"Then fight it," Buffy suggested.
"It's too hard," Angel complained.
"Angel, please, you have to get inside," Buffy begged.
"It told me to kill you. You were in the dream," Angel pointed out. "You know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again."
"I know what it told you. What does it matter?" Buffy asked.
"Because I wanted to!" Angel told her, raising his voice. "Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you, I know it'll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care." Angel lets out a few sobs. Buffy is at a loss for words.
"Look, I'm weak. I've never been anything else," Angel confessed. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man."
"You're weak. Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back, but if it did, it's because it needs you. And that means that you can hurt it," Buffy came to a conclusion. Angel didn't want to believe her. "Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends. But if you die now," Buffy began, rising her voice. "Then all you ever were was a monster." Buffy looks out at the sky as it begins to lighten. "Angel please, the sun is coming up!"
"Just go," Angel ordered coldly.
"I won't!" Buffy protested.
"What, do you think this is simple?" Angel asked. "You think there's an easy answer? You can never understand what I've done! Now go!"
"Well, he seems a bit big on himself. He expects people to get over him when he can't," Connor hissed. The demon nodded in agreement.
"You are not staying her," Buffy ordered then grabbed his arm. "I won't let you!
"I said Leave!" Angel jerks his arm free of her grasp. In her anger and desperation Buffy punches him. He reacts by shoving her away from him roughly, making her fall face forward hard to the ground. "Oh, my god..." Angel gasped quietly to himself. He goes to her and crouches over her, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around to face him.
Buffy fears his intentions and cries out. "No! No!" He grabs her roughly by the arms and holds her firmly.
"Am I a thing worth saving, huh?" Angel asked shaking her. "Am I a righteous man?" He shakes her again. "The world wants me gone!"
"What about me?" Buffy asked tearfully. "I love you so much...and I tried to make you go away...I killed you and it didn't help." Buffy shoves him off of her and gets up. "And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard...and that you can hurt me so much." Buffy sobs harshly. "I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don't," Buffy corrected herself. "I can't," she whispered. Angel gets up now, too.
"Buffy, please. Just this once...let me be strong," Angel begged, tears now shone in his softened eyes.
"Strong is fighting!" Buffy pointed out. "It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together." Angel struggles with himself, knowing she's right. "But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because..." Buffy stops in mid-sentence because it has inexplicably begun to snow. She and Angel both look up at it coming down, lightly at first and gradually heavier.
"She's very convincing," Connor said dryly.
"Yeah," the demon added with a snap of the fingers. The scene spun then disappeared all together. They were back on the street the next second. The show was over.
"Now you're gonna leave me to think about what you have showed me and hope that I learn how to respect Angel," Connor guessed. The demon nodded, letting a smile slip down to his lips.
"Yeah," he answered. "I would. But unfortunately, you're needed elsewhere," the demon warned Connor.
"What?" Connor asked confused.
"You've got a place to go. Angel hasn't found you gone. Him, you know, trying to be nice and respect how slow you are. But the demon knows where you are, although Eve did manage to get rid of him. He won't stay gone for long and once he finds a way back he's going for Eve and according to everyone you are the only thing she cares about so if I was you, I'd go on home and into hiding. She is officially a pro at that." The demon paused. "Unless, of coarse you would like to see her past." The demon looked down at Connor. He snapped his fingers, the next second they were in a courthouse. This was an old type of court house, wood, tiny. There were two rows of audience, two accusers, one judge, a lawyer, and the accused.
Eve was the accused, the lawyer was not for her but against her, the judge hated her guts, the two accusers weren't big fans and the audience wanted no more but to see her burnt.
"Have you done witchcraft?" The judge asked, start with the small questions then go to the big.
"No," Eve simply answered. Her voice was the same, the same sense of hiding something. The same smartassness that she always held. Her clothes were far from the same though. She didn't it but she word a dress, sort of like a pilgrim's, her hat had fallen off when she was arrested, so now her long, bottom length hair flowed freely.
"Why should we believe you?" The judge asked. Good question.
"Why shouldn't you?" Eve asked, rising an eyebrow. There was after all, no proof besides two girls.
"These girls say you did a spell on them, why?" The judge asked, his voice rising along with his temper disappearing.
"Because of some seizures? Sorry, no offence judge but you seem to be more on the stupid side. There's a disease you can catch, from bread, that'll make you have visions and seizures," Eve told them. Her voice showed no anger, just amusement.
"Did you just call me stupid?" The judge asked, completely missing the useful information.
"Yeah," Eve answered, making no attempt to hide it. "All the witches are doing it," she pointed out. It was no question that she was being sarcastic.
"Funny," the judge stated, not at all amused. "A good beating would get it right out of you."
"Ah! You dare hit a woman?" Eve asked, accusation in her voice. "Oooooh. That is so devilish. How dare a man to ever lay a finger on a female, that's unthinkable. You Satan possessed loser---man I mean." Eve looked down then back up to meet the judges eyes. People in that time didn't use loser, Eve just favored the word.
"Excuse me?" The judge snapped.
"Alright, you've killed quite a few people now. Well, look at like this, you've got no proof. Little girls go off accusing people for attention. You people pay no attention to them so they begin killing. You guys are doing what you're so scared that witches do, they don't kill, you're the killer. Going off and baggin' way thousands just for the sake of these bratty ass children. I think tiz you that needs ta be put to death." Eve let out a sigh, knowing that he'd notice her slang.
"You slur your words," the judge pointed out.
"Wow, damn you're fast. Alright, big pimp, let me ask you something. I've got that right don't I," Eve asked no one in particular. "Yes," she answered herself. "How do you know that god's real?" Eve asked the judge. The judge's face contorted and strained in anger.
"What?" He snapped. Eve let out a slight smile.
"How - do - you - know - that - god - is - real? Look, you get one bible and you're expected to believe it. Well here's a riddle, how the hell can you believe it if you idiots dun understand it? 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.' Well dumbass, that means thou shalt not suffer a murderer or poisonous to live. This has nothing to do with witches. You've been wrong. Completely." Eve was right, that is what it meant, in bible and out.
"Witch!" The oldest of the two accusers shouted. Eve's head quickly spun and looked at the girls.
"Witch? You lying bitch! There ain't no proof. You people ain't got nothin' on me. No one's ever been round me, I'm always out, in the view, when the hell am I suppose to be doin' the worshipin'? God doesn't want this," Eve smoothly said, calming herself, changing the subject. "He wants us to live in harmony, not kill each other creating hell." Eve looked down at the desk, well that was it, she blew it, she's gotta learn how to control that temper of hers.
"Are you guilty or innocent of your crime?" The judge asked, dismissing her speech.
Eve paused for awhile, innocent, no one was innocent, but guilty, not many accused were guilty neither. "Innocent," Eve finally answered, raising her head.
The judge looked over to a guard and nodded. The guard approached Eve, Eve drew back from the desk but found that there was a guard behind her as well, leaving her no where to go.
"What happens?" Connor asks, looking at the demon. The demon looks at Connor.
"Well, she gets thrown in jail of coarse," the demon answered as if Connor should have known that.
The first guard tied Eve's hands together and led her out with out a struggle.