New part! Sorry for the delay, I'm finding myself unexpectedly busy at present. Although RL doesn't suck that much, so not complaining. Anyway, the adventure continues… (insert cheesy music here)
Weasy
Part Three
~ I'm obsessed or maybe I'm driven ~
"Aead" Apoch hissed at her, before slamming a double bladed broadsword across the middle of her table. Jumping up she watched as the table split in two. Responding immediately she slammed a powerful kick to Apoch's stomach and sent him flying across the room – straight into the projector, which slipped off it's stand and crashed to the floor in a shower of metal and glass.
"They better not make me pay for that!" Buffy threatened, and snapping the table leg off her now broken table proceeded to use it as a Bo stick against Apoch's powerful sword. He was getting the upper hand, and had backed her into a corner when she found him suddenly spinning away from her. Startled she saw Angel standing side by side with her, armed with his own table leg.
"Does this sort of stuff normally happen at school?" He asked concerned as together they battled fiercely against Apoch. Angel grunted as Angel slammed him against a wall, the breath knocked out of him.
"Dega." Apoch regarded his crumpled form. "Dega and Aead together again. It is only naturally that I should kill you." Slamming her makeshift staff against the back of his neck Buffy glared at him.
"Listen mister, I don't know what you are talking about. I am not this Aead person you are looking for, and Angel is not Dega!" And once again as Buffy prepared to plough her fist into his laughing face he vanished without a trace. Leaving Buffy with a trashed classroom and a load of terrified teenagers. It couldn't get any worse. Principal Snyder's troll head appeared around the door and Buffy sighed. Of course it could worse.
Buffy and Angel sat with their respective parents in Principal Snyder's office only minutes later. Snyder paced the floor in front of them, while smiling maliciously at them. Buffy wasn't fooled, the pacing was a pretence that he was actually concerned about their futures in reality he was trying to draw out expelling them for as long as possible. He opened his mouth, and Buffy drew in her breath… she couldn't e kicked out again. She'd never be able to get into another school. And Angel, this was all her fault. She wasn't going to let the impotent Nazi know that though, and she carefully settled into her best poker face. How did I day that had started so well end so badly?
"I feel that Miss Summers, and Mr O'Connell have reached the end of their time at Sunnydale High." Buffy's breathe caught. Please no… she begged silently. "The board however, feels that it is not." The relieved sigh she gave out was audible, especially when amplified by Angel, her mother's and Angel's parents identical relieved noises. "But let me make myself clear, if you little parasites do so mush as sneeze out of line from now on you will be out, and I will make personally sure that you are never in anywhere else but San Quentin." Buffy tensed again, if they weren't being expelled then what was he going to do. She knew Snyder well enough and he would never let them go without punishment.
"You will each receive a four-day suspension and will be required to attend one hundred hours of community service." Her life was over.
Buffy and Angel had just got a four-day suspension for fighting in school. And as they stood on the steps outside the school it looked like their parents were about to square off as well. "This is your fault!" Angel's father hissed at her mother. "Your daughter is a delinquent! She's the sort of girl that I happily send to jail every day." The whispered had followed them outside of the school, the students had watched in silence as they were escorted off the premises and Harmony, the skanky ho had been telling the Cordettes how they were in a gang on PCP.
"She is not!" Angel yelled at him, but they all ignored him.
"If anyone is at fault it's your son! And don't you think that I will ever allow Buffy near him ever again!" Buffy's eyes widened in shock, reaching out she gripped Angel's hand tightly.
"Angel only met her a day and a half ago-"
"Mom…" She let out in a strangled gasp, before passing clean out.
//The magi where still sitting in their cold cell their eyes boring into each other. The sound of a door creaking in the background caught Buffy's attention, but she was unable to look away from the couple in front of her. A streak of silver cut through the air and Buffy tried to close her eyes as the broadsword severed the woman's head in one smooth motion, the man's execution followed, before he could even cry out at the loss of his mate.
A pair of Hispanic teenagers sat laughing by the river side, the boy plucked a flower from a bush and threaded in into her hair. She laughed flirtatiously, and reached up to kiss him, stumbling she fell away, and looked down to see blood blossoming from the red whole in her chest. The boy was all ready dead.
An old Indian man bumped into a lady in a bustling market, knocking her shopping from her hands, stooping down to pick up the bundles from the middle of the busy street he introduced himself. As their hands touched an explosion blew out one half of the street produce flew forty feet in the air, and the old couple were burned alive in a stream of living fire at the centre of the blast.
Two little Spanish children splashed about in an overcrowded swimming pool…//Unconscious Buffy reached and turned in her sleep, her fever had made her shove all her sheets to the foot of her bed, the curtains cracked likes whips, blown into the room by the wind and rain coming through the open window. She cried out in her sleep as image after image pierced her subconscious, as Apoch killed couple after couple again and again…
Rough wet hands shaking her eventually woke her from the oppressive turmoil of her dreams. Her fever heavy brain began to clear at the feel of the cold hands against the hot flesh of her arms. "Angel…" She whispered when she recognised his concerned eyes above her.
"I'm sick without you…" He murmured incomprehensibly. "I'm not allowed to see you. But, I feel like I can't breathe when I'm not touching you." His hands slid over her skin quickly shedding her off her clothes, and Buffy responded in turn.
"I love you Angel." She whispered as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and shucked down his pants.
"I love you." He replied, and laying her down against the sheets, they worshipped each other till they couldn't keep their eyes open any longer. Even in their sleep clung tightly to each other.
When Joyce opened the door to Buffy's room the next morning to wake her up a strange sight met her. Her window was open and the storm that had been raging the night before had left the curtains and carpet around it sodden with rain. A trail of wet footprints led to Buffy's bed, whose covers were strewn around the floor, except a single sheet which was wrapped around the sleeping form of her daughter, who was in turn wrapped in a sleep Liam. They were both obviously naked.
Joyce was speechless.
