Authors note: Thank you everyone for your reviews!! Reasons behind her not
noticing the "dark aura" Is due to the love she holds for him.. Anyways,
cant remember how old Angel would actually be, but when you get there it is
just a rough estimate! Why do fic's get harder the more you write? DAMNIT!
Yes it might seem all sweet etc at the moment but I can assure you it will
live up to the morbid title..sorry
Here goes.
Chap 8
Angel paced slowly across the pavement; the moon was high in the sky, perfectly round and crystal white. He stopped as he reached the tree and turned his body to face the house, his face concealed by the shadows. This house, so homely and warm, it was her house. Buffy's house.
He finally plucked up the courage and approached the house, he felt like a teenager again instead of a 240-year-old vampire. He raised his fist to the door and hammered twice. Within an instant a women had opened the door.
"Yes?" She asked, obviously Buffy's mother.
"Hi, um, is Buffy around?" Angel peered inside praying that she was although he couldn't too far due to the non-invitation.
"No, but she shouldn't be very long, she just popped over Willows." Mrs Summers smiled. She opened the door further "Wait in here, she'll be back soon."
Angel felt the invisible force blocking his entry into the house, forcing his body back. Fear crossed his face, he had to be invited in LITERALLY. If he was alive, he would have blushed. Mrs summers face contorted with confusion as she watched the man, desperately trying to fight something she could not see.
"Its ok, Mrs Summers, I'll call back another time." Angel stepped back and disappeared into the night.
"What a strange boy." Buffy's mother closed the door and returned to the living room to continue with her program on the television, unaware of the vampire who had just visited.
Buffy had returned home not long after Angel had left. She stood in her room, just staring out of her bedroom window. "Where are you?" She sighed, desperate to find this 'Demon Hunter' that Giles had mentioned earlier.
She sunk down on her bed and allowed sleep to wash over her tired, aching body. Soon she found herself fast asleep and unaware of reality.
Angel sat at her windowsill watching her. Although he could not go in he just couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to be there beside her, holding her tightly in his arms and never let her go. He smiled as he thought about how such a fragile thing could be so strong and defiant.
A dream entered her head. One so vivid, it was almost like a vision: a slayer dream. She was walking through woodland, listening to the birds as they twittered in the trees, the squirrels scampering along the ground in their never ending search for nuts.
Everything was so calm and peaceful; an ultimate happiness began to flow through the slayers body. As she watched the brightly coloured scene, darkness began to descend upon the perfect picture. The birds were silenced, the squirrels disappeared and the trees loomed in the distance, their gnarled branches reached out like hands grabbing towards anything that moved.
There the first slayer stood, in the centre of the picture, she approached slowly speaking in a low whisper.
"Careful slayer." It whispered.
"Of what?" Our slayer was interested.
"The dark one, tall and brooding. He is strong slayer, he is powerful."
"Demon? Man?" Buffy begged for answers.
"He will be the death of you." It came closer, never breaking eye contact with Buffy.
"Many things will be the death of me." Buffy sighed.
"You will believe in the darkness so blindly that you will not see the danger and sacrifice yourself for it." It wasn't making any sense.
"I prevent danger ok? You got the wrong girl." Buffy had had enough with the riddles.
"I warned you Buffy, be aware always, never forget who your really are." The scene began to fade.
Buffy ran towards it, desperately trying to keep the first slayer in sight. It was no use, she was gone.
Buffy awoke breathing hard. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she relayed the dream in her head. What? Dark one? Wow someone is seriously playing with the mojo.
She rose from the bed too busy thinking about the dream to notice Angel disappearing from her windowsill.
He ran as fast as he could. Did she see him? All sorts of questions would be asked if she did! He laughed out loud at his insanity. He had just sat at a young girls bedroom window and watched her sleep.
He reached the mansion just as the sun was about to show its first specks of light on the horizon. He sat down and again began to think about Buffy. He had to take his mind of her! That's all he thought of and it wasn't meant to be, he couldn't even enter her house and he certainly couldn't tell her that he was a demon of the night.she'd run, freaking out and yelling "INSANE MAN!" What was he to do?
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Here goes.
Chap 8
Angel paced slowly across the pavement; the moon was high in the sky, perfectly round and crystal white. He stopped as he reached the tree and turned his body to face the house, his face concealed by the shadows. This house, so homely and warm, it was her house. Buffy's house.
He finally plucked up the courage and approached the house, he felt like a teenager again instead of a 240-year-old vampire. He raised his fist to the door and hammered twice. Within an instant a women had opened the door.
"Yes?" She asked, obviously Buffy's mother.
"Hi, um, is Buffy around?" Angel peered inside praying that she was although he couldn't too far due to the non-invitation.
"No, but she shouldn't be very long, she just popped over Willows." Mrs Summers smiled. She opened the door further "Wait in here, she'll be back soon."
Angel felt the invisible force blocking his entry into the house, forcing his body back. Fear crossed his face, he had to be invited in LITERALLY. If he was alive, he would have blushed. Mrs summers face contorted with confusion as she watched the man, desperately trying to fight something she could not see.
"Its ok, Mrs Summers, I'll call back another time." Angel stepped back and disappeared into the night.
"What a strange boy." Buffy's mother closed the door and returned to the living room to continue with her program on the television, unaware of the vampire who had just visited.
Buffy had returned home not long after Angel had left. She stood in her room, just staring out of her bedroom window. "Where are you?" She sighed, desperate to find this 'Demon Hunter' that Giles had mentioned earlier.
She sunk down on her bed and allowed sleep to wash over her tired, aching body. Soon she found herself fast asleep and unaware of reality.
Angel sat at her windowsill watching her. Although he could not go in he just couldn't get enough of her. He wanted to be there beside her, holding her tightly in his arms and never let her go. He smiled as he thought about how such a fragile thing could be so strong and defiant.
A dream entered her head. One so vivid, it was almost like a vision: a slayer dream. She was walking through woodland, listening to the birds as they twittered in the trees, the squirrels scampering along the ground in their never ending search for nuts.
Everything was so calm and peaceful; an ultimate happiness began to flow through the slayers body. As she watched the brightly coloured scene, darkness began to descend upon the perfect picture. The birds were silenced, the squirrels disappeared and the trees loomed in the distance, their gnarled branches reached out like hands grabbing towards anything that moved.
There the first slayer stood, in the centre of the picture, she approached slowly speaking in a low whisper.
"Careful slayer." It whispered.
"Of what?" Our slayer was interested.
"The dark one, tall and brooding. He is strong slayer, he is powerful."
"Demon? Man?" Buffy begged for answers.
"He will be the death of you." It came closer, never breaking eye contact with Buffy.
"Many things will be the death of me." Buffy sighed.
"You will believe in the darkness so blindly that you will not see the danger and sacrifice yourself for it." It wasn't making any sense.
"I prevent danger ok? You got the wrong girl." Buffy had had enough with the riddles.
"I warned you Buffy, be aware always, never forget who your really are." The scene began to fade.
Buffy ran towards it, desperately trying to keep the first slayer in sight. It was no use, she was gone.
Buffy awoke breathing hard. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she relayed the dream in her head. What? Dark one? Wow someone is seriously playing with the mojo.
She rose from the bed too busy thinking about the dream to notice Angel disappearing from her windowsill.
He ran as fast as he could. Did she see him? All sorts of questions would be asked if she did! He laughed out loud at his insanity. He had just sat at a young girls bedroom window and watched her sleep.
He reached the mansion just as the sun was about to show its first specks of light on the horizon. He sat down and again began to think about Buffy. He had to take his mind of her! That's all he thought of and it wasn't meant to be, he couldn't even enter her house and he certainly couldn't tell her that he was a demon of the night.she'd run, freaking out and yelling "INSANE MAN!" What was he to do?
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