Buffy walked down the streets the next night when she sensed someone behind
her. Acting quickly, she turned around and backhanded the person behind not
realizing that it was Angel, "Oh.sorry, didn't know it was you."
"It's ok," he said holding his jaw for a little bit.
"Now I have two stalkers on my hand. I kinda got rid of the other one the other night," Buffy said folding her arms.
"What happened to your arms?" he asked her indicating the cuts on both of her arms.
She put her sweatshirt sleeves down and put her arms behind her back, "Nothing.I just cut myself on my lawn. I didn't know that there were small pieces of glass there."
"Are you ok?" his voice sounded calm and concerned.
She nodded but kept her arms behind her back. Angel had a suspicious look on his then shrugged and walked away. Buffy gave a small sigh of relief then headed toward the graveyard and sat on a tombstone. She took out a small pocket knife that she had received as a gift from Faith during Christmas the year before. Her reflection shone on the blade of the knife as she put it down to her arm and cut herself slowly. A bead of blood fell from the wound and onto the ground. Angel came up from behind her and snatched the knife away, "What are you doing Buffy!?"
"I'm not doing anything," she lied quickly without turning around to face him, "I'm patrolling what does it look like? I don't need you breathing down my back every night."
"And finding out what you're doing I think I have a good reason to be around," he said raising his voice, "Why are you doing this?"
Buffy stood and faced him, "You wouldn't want to know."
"I do Buffy, I don't want anything bad happening to you. You know I love and care about you, I can't stand letting you do this," Angel said.
"Then leave me alone. I don't want this to happen anymore than you do. But you wouldn't understand," she nearly cried, "I want to be alone."
Angel shook his head, "No Buffy, I'm not going anywhere. I don't want you to do this, it hurts me to see you like this."
"Just get away from me," Buffy backed away, "I can't stand this. I can't stand this...it-it's too hard to talk about it." She turned around and ran out of the graveyard in tears. Angel watched her leave sadly. He sat down on a tombstone and looked down at the drop of blood on the ground then lifted his head up to the entrance.
"It's ok," he said holding his jaw for a little bit.
"Now I have two stalkers on my hand. I kinda got rid of the other one the other night," Buffy said folding her arms.
"What happened to your arms?" he asked her indicating the cuts on both of her arms.
She put her sweatshirt sleeves down and put her arms behind her back, "Nothing.I just cut myself on my lawn. I didn't know that there were small pieces of glass there."
"Are you ok?" his voice sounded calm and concerned.
She nodded but kept her arms behind her back. Angel had a suspicious look on his then shrugged and walked away. Buffy gave a small sigh of relief then headed toward the graveyard and sat on a tombstone. She took out a small pocket knife that she had received as a gift from Faith during Christmas the year before. Her reflection shone on the blade of the knife as she put it down to her arm and cut herself slowly. A bead of blood fell from the wound and onto the ground. Angel came up from behind her and snatched the knife away, "What are you doing Buffy!?"
"I'm not doing anything," she lied quickly without turning around to face him, "I'm patrolling what does it look like? I don't need you breathing down my back every night."
"And finding out what you're doing I think I have a good reason to be around," he said raising his voice, "Why are you doing this?"
Buffy stood and faced him, "You wouldn't want to know."
"I do Buffy, I don't want anything bad happening to you. You know I love and care about you, I can't stand letting you do this," Angel said.
"Then leave me alone. I don't want this to happen anymore than you do. But you wouldn't understand," she nearly cried, "I want to be alone."
Angel shook his head, "No Buffy, I'm not going anywhere. I don't want you to do this, it hurts me to see you like this."
"Just get away from me," Buffy backed away, "I can't stand this. I can't stand this...it-it's too hard to talk about it." She turned around and ran out of the graveyard in tears. Angel watched her leave sadly. He sat down on a tombstone and looked down at the drop of blood on the ground then lifted his head up to the entrance.