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To Hold
Buffy ran the short distance to the cemetery, after what had just happened she needed to let off steam. She thought the idea of thinking that every vamp she dusted was Angel. They had been together since she was sixteen; he had been her first. She had wanted him to be her last. Buffy felt cold and alone, first her friends, family, and the SIT's , now Angel. The only two people that thought she could do this was Spike and Andrew.
When Angel found out that they had kissed when they were under Sweet's spell, he was furious. She still didn't know how she felt about it. It had been wonderful and yet at the back of her mind she knew it had been wrong. Spike had sung a song for her, Angel had not. 'Stop it,' she yelled in her head. 'No more comparing. It will just get me confused'.
Before she could think anything else she felt the tingles. Vamp, close. At first she thought it was Angel coming back to her to say he was sorry. That he loved her. But then she smelled him. Despite her-self she was happy he was here.
"Where is Peaches?" he asked when she turned to face him. His trade mark smirk on his face.
"Gone," she said. Her voice showed that she on the brink of tears.
"Bloody, Peaches," he said. "How could he? What when he knew this is when you are going to need him the most.
"Spike, please don't"
"What he breaks your heart and you still defend him. Of course, Bloody Angel, can't do a damn thing wrong. What is wrong with you, slayer?" Before she had the chance to reply he storms off.
'Bloody hell. Who does she think she is messing with, I'm the Big Bad,' he thought. He was about to go back to tell her to bug off, and never see her again. And then of course kick her ass, when he thought of the look on her face, the tears on her cheek. Instantly his feet turned him around this time, though, to comfort her.
He found her alone sitting against a tomb- stone. Crying. "Careful, love, a little fledgling might pop up," he said trying to make her laugh. She just looked at him with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, instantly he was sitting by her and holing her and for once she didn't make him let go.
To Hold
Buffy ran the short distance to the cemetery, after what had just happened she needed to let off steam. She thought the idea of thinking that every vamp she dusted was Angel. They had been together since she was sixteen; he had been her first. She had wanted him to be her last. Buffy felt cold and alone, first her friends, family, and the SIT's , now Angel. The only two people that thought she could do this was Spike and Andrew.
When Angel found out that they had kissed when they were under Sweet's spell, he was furious. She still didn't know how she felt about it. It had been wonderful and yet at the back of her mind she knew it had been wrong. Spike had sung a song for her, Angel had not. 'Stop it,' she yelled in her head. 'No more comparing. It will just get me confused'.
Before she could think anything else she felt the tingles. Vamp, close. At first she thought it was Angel coming back to her to say he was sorry. That he loved her. But then she smelled him. Despite her-self she was happy he was here.
"Where is Peaches?" he asked when she turned to face him. His trade mark smirk on his face.
"Gone," she said. Her voice showed that she on the brink of tears.
"Bloody, Peaches," he said. "How could he? What when he knew this is when you are going to need him the most.
"Spike, please don't"
"What he breaks your heart and you still defend him. Of course, Bloody Angel, can't do a damn thing wrong. What is wrong with you, slayer?" Before she had the chance to reply he storms off.
'Bloody hell. Who does she think she is messing with, I'm the Big Bad,' he thought. He was about to go back to tell her to bug off, and never see her again. And then of course kick her ass, when he thought of the look on her face, the tears on her cheek. Instantly his feet turned him around this time, though, to comfort her.
He found her alone sitting against a tomb- stone. Crying. "Careful, love, a little fledgling might pop up," he said trying to make her laugh. She just looked at him with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, instantly he was sitting by her and holing her and for once she didn't make him let go.
