Title - Best Friends
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
The Beast tilted his head back, looking up at the fat, round moon with gleaming, predatory eyes. He could smell Her, his Mate.where was She? He roared up at the moon, which just gleamed serenely back.
Another roar, a twist of hard, black-furred body, and the chains binding him snapped, and he raced along the ground, muzzle low, tracking his Mate's sweet, sweet scent.
*
Buffy stretched her arms to the sky and yawned. "I wonder when they'll wanna tell Giles and the others," the Slayer asked Willow, trying to keep her voice casual, but failing. She hated keeping secrets from her Watcher, especially ones this big.
The petite redhead shrugged. "I don't know. Do you want to tell Giles and Xander? Not to mention /Cordelia?/" Willow hissed the last name a bit spitefully.
Buffy laughed softly. "I don't know, probably tomorrow. By then the moon's over and Xander won't have to big a fit to throw."
"He'll find a reason," Willow assured her, smiling brightly. "He usually does."
Buffy made a face at her red-headed friend, then glanced at the sky. "How long do you think we've got until sunup?"
"'Bout a half hour. What's with early-morning patrol, anyways?" Willow asked curiously, stifling a yawn.
"Big bad demon," the Slayer replied, stretching her arms back behind her head. "You can go ahead and head home, Will. I can handle anything that comes up?"
"You sure?"
Buffy nodded. "One hundred percent. 'Night, Will."
"'Night, Buffy."
*
He kept his nose low to the ground, tracking Her scent, so delightfully entwined with his. She was near, he could almost hear Her heartbeat.
He crouched low behind a stone, watching her with wide, predatory eyes. She was beautiful, Her hair glowing in the dim, pre-dawn light and Her eyes glowing above crescent moons of weariness.
He crouched, and waited patiently for Her to come closer.
*
Buffy yawned and resisted the urge to stretch out on the nearest grave and take a nap. She paused to lean against a mausoleum, listening for demonic sounds.
"Nothing," she muttered. Fifteen minutes till sunrise? No demon was out right now. She tucked her stake into the waistband of her pants and headed for home.
She let out a cry when the creature jumped her from behind a nearby gravestone.
*
Here She was. Soft and beautiful and glorious. /Mate/. That was the only word that occurred to the wolf as he leapt on Her, hell-bent on taking Her as his own. She was beautiful, and She would be his, or he would die trying to take Her.
She managed to roll out from underneath him, dodging some enthusiastic snaps of his long, sharp teeth, and screamed out. She fought back.
Good. Prey that fought back was tastier.
*
Buffy sent a roundhouse punch to the werewolf's jaw. "Angel.Angel, baby, listen to me.No! No teeth!"
Angel was crouched in front of her, teeth bared, tail lashing. He settled close to the ground, watching, and she relaxed. She half-turned at the sound of footsteps behind her, and he saw his chance.
He leapt.
Buffy fell beneath him, and let out a scream as his teeth clamped around her arm.
And the sun broke over the horizon.
TBC.
Author - Paige
Rating - R
Summary - Buffy and Angel are best friends who grow up next door to each other. When they hit junior high, Buffy gets cool and Angel doesn't. Everything changes when she's called.
Disclaimer - Yeah right.
Distribution - Would make my day. Just ask.
Feedback - Would make the sun shine brighter.
The Beast tilted his head back, looking up at the fat, round moon with gleaming, predatory eyes. He could smell Her, his Mate.where was She? He roared up at the moon, which just gleamed serenely back.
Another roar, a twist of hard, black-furred body, and the chains binding him snapped, and he raced along the ground, muzzle low, tracking his Mate's sweet, sweet scent.
*
Buffy stretched her arms to the sky and yawned. "I wonder when they'll wanna tell Giles and the others," the Slayer asked Willow, trying to keep her voice casual, but failing. She hated keeping secrets from her Watcher, especially ones this big.
The petite redhead shrugged. "I don't know. Do you want to tell Giles and Xander? Not to mention /Cordelia?/" Willow hissed the last name a bit spitefully.
Buffy laughed softly. "I don't know, probably tomorrow. By then the moon's over and Xander won't have to big a fit to throw."
"He'll find a reason," Willow assured her, smiling brightly. "He usually does."
Buffy made a face at her red-headed friend, then glanced at the sky. "How long do you think we've got until sunup?"
"'Bout a half hour. What's with early-morning patrol, anyways?" Willow asked curiously, stifling a yawn.
"Big bad demon," the Slayer replied, stretching her arms back behind her head. "You can go ahead and head home, Will. I can handle anything that comes up?"
"You sure?"
Buffy nodded. "One hundred percent. 'Night, Will."
"'Night, Buffy."
*
He kept his nose low to the ground, tracking Her scent, so delightfully entwined with his. She was near, he could almost hear Her heartbeat.
He crouched low behind a stone, watching her with wide, predatory eyes. She was beautiful, Her hair glowing in the dim, pre-dawn light and Her eyes glowing above crescent moons of weariness.
He crouched, and waited patiently for Her to come closer.
*
Buffy yawned and resisted the urge to stretch out on the nearest grave and take a nap. She paused to lean against a mausoleum, listening for demonic sounds.
"Nothing," she muttered. Fifteen minutes till sunrise? No demon was out right now. She tucked her stake into the waistband of her pants and headed for home.
She let out a cry when the creature jumped her from behind a nearby gravestone.
*
Here She was. Soft and beautiful and glorious. /Mate/. That was the only word that occurred to the wolf as he leapt on Her, hell-bent on taking Her as his own. She was beautiful, and She would be his, or he would die trying to take Her.
She managed to roll out from underneath him, dodging some enthusiastic snaps of his long, sharp teeth, and screamed out. She fought back.
Good. Prey that fought back was tastier.
*
Buffy sent a roundhouse punch to the werewolf's jaw. "Angel.Angel, baby, listen to me.No! No teeth!"
Angel was crouched in front of her, teeth bared, tail lashing. He settled close to the ground, watching, and she relaxed. She half-turned at the sound of footsteps behind her, and he saw his chance.
He leapt.
Buffy fell beneath him, and let out a scream as his teeth clamped around her arm.
And the sun broke over the horizon.
TBC.