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belong to Joss Whedon and Fox Co.
Angel ran toward Buffy Summer's house in a blind panis, his heart leaping into his throat. Not only was the sun beginning to rise, but the sight of Rowan had shattered a barrier he had put up a long time ago.
He had also stayed at the Softpaw Castle, in Ireland, but it was after he had regained his soul. Unbeknownst to him, would come to the castle and intwine himself in the wolven heirarchy. When Angel had gone to the castle, it was under arms (or was it teeth?) by the elder wolves and the heirs. He was taken to the Pack leader, Rowan's father, and an explanation was demanded of him. The wolves took pity on him, after he told his tale of killing a gypsy girl, and the curse that had returned his soul to undead body. Except they were guardful with him in a way they would not be with Spike. Angel, even with his soul, the wolf equivalent of an Alpha Male, which was a challenge in itself. After taking kills that did not belong to him, he was banished from the castle. Rowan was only a cub then, barely able to grow her fur.
A long time later, Rowan had met him again, in the woods of Europe. They had a short affair, but he ended up not being able to stand the thought of being with her anymore, because of her unbalanced fereocity and lethal beauty. He ran to the Americas, and stayed there. Apparently she either went home, or traveled more, but he didn't care. The sight of her had scared him. It reminded him of the awful ache, the terrible need to kill. Worse, she was with Spike now, her 'mate'. * How the hell had THAT happened? * he thought.
Angel saw the Summer's house, and quickly knocked on the door. Dawn opened the door, and he saw the mixture of surprise and disgust on her face. He pleaded, "May I please come in? The sun's coming up," She stepped out of the way, and he saw Buffy, wrapped in a robe. She looked into his eyes, and beckoned up the stairs.
Buffy saw Angel, and quickly thought about if she should let Dawn on to what was happening. * No, she doesn't need to. Better take this upstairs... * She waved her hand up the stairs, and began to walk up. She led Angel to her room, and then she realized he was scared shitless. His normally pale face was five shades whiter than normal, and his eyes were wide. "What's wrong, Angel? What happened?" she asked. He sat down on the floor. "Why didn't you tell me the werewolf with Spike was Rowan Softpaw?" he asked without looking up. Buffy was taken aback. "I didn't think you knew her too. Why? What did she do to you?" Angel finally looked up, tears running down his face. "She was...someone I knew once. Apparently she and Spike mated somehow....I didn't think it was possible, and I didn't think Spike could have won her like that...." Buffy sat on the bed. Her hands unwillingly sought out Mr. Gordo. "She got to you too, huh, Angel? How has this bitch stolen everyone I care about in such a short time?" she whispered. Angel stood, and went to her. He took her into his arms, and she, on instinct, lifted her eyes to meet his. They stood there for a minute, and then the kiss took them away. Angel, who had lost his soul twice already, didn't care. He wanted anything that would wipe the memory of Rowan from his mind....and Buffy was a perfect outlet. First it was a kiss, then the undressing, and while he was kissing her neck, kissing her everywhere, he thought for a second what would happen, and realized he cared very little at this moment.
After they both climaxed, Angel waited for the wrenching pains that would signal his soul departing form his body, but they never came. The princess had so infested his mind that even Buffy couldn't give him his moment of happiness. Speaking of which, she looked at him, fearfully, but the violence never manifested. Then she realized....and it was over for her.....
Author's note: hey, I know, this could be better, but I don't like Angel too much. But hey, keep reading, kids, there will not be a mention of either Angel ot Buffy in the next chap.
Angel ran toward Buffy Summer's house in a blind panis, his heart leaping into his throat. Not only was the sun beginning to rise, but the sight of Rowan had shattered a barrier he had put up a long time ago.
He had also stayed at the Softpaw Castle, in Ireland, but it was after he had regained his soul. Unbeknownst to him, would come to the castle and intwine himself in the wolven heirarchy. When Angel had gone to the castle, it was under arms (or was it teeth?) by the elder wolves and the heirs. He was taken to the Pack leader, Rowan's father, and an explanation was demanded of him. The wolves took pity on him, after he told his tale of killing a gypsy girl, and the curse that had returned his soul to undead body. Except they were guardful with him in a way they would not be with Spike. Angel, even with his soul, the wolf equivalent of an Alpha Male, which was a challenge in itself. After taking kills that did not belong to him, he was banished from the castle. Rowan was only a cub then, barely able to grow her fur.
A long time later, Rowan had met him again, in the woods of Europe. They had a short affair, but he ended up not being able to stand the thought of being with her anymore, because of her unbalanced fereocity and lethal beauty. He ran to the Americas, and stayed there. Apparently she either went home, or traveled more, but he didn't care. The sight of her had scared him. It reminded him of the awful ache, the terrible need to kill. Worse, she was with Spike now, her 'mate'. * How the hell had THAT happened? * he thought.
Angel saw the Summer's house, and quickly knocked on the door. Dawn opened the door, and he saw the mixture of surprise and disgust on her face. He pleaded, "May I please come in? The sun's coming up," She stepped out of the way, and he saw Buffy, wrapped in a robe. She looked into his eyes, and beckoned up the stairs.
Buffy saw Angel, and quickly thought about if she should let Dawn on to what was happening. * No, she doesn't need to. Better take this upstairs... * She waved her hand up the stairs, and began to walk up. She led Angel to her room, and then she realized he was scared shitless. His normally pale face was five shades whiter than normal, and his eyes were wide. "What's wrong, Angel? What happened?" she asked. He sat down on the floor. "Why didn't you tell me the werewolf with Spike was Rowan Softpaw?" he asked without looking up. Buffy was taken aback. "I didn't think you knew her too. Why? What did she do to you?" Angel finally looked up, tears running down his face. "She was...someone I knew once. Apparently she and Spike mated somehow....I didn't think it was possible, and I didn't think Spike could have won her like that...." Buffy sat on the bed. Her hands unwillingly sought out Mr. Gordo. "She got to you too, huh, Angel? How has this bitch stolen everyone I care about in such a short time?" she whispered. Angel stood, and went to her. He took her into his arms, and she, on instinct, lifted her eyes to meet his. They stood there for a minute, and then the kiss took them away. Angel, who had lost his soul twice already, didn't care. He wanted anything that would wipe the memory of Rowan from his mind....and Buffy was a perfect outlet. First it was a kiss, then the undressing, and while he was kissing her neck, kissing her everywhere, he thought for a second what would happen, and realized he cared very little at this moment.
After they both climaxed, Angel waited for the wrenching pains that would signal his soul departing form his body, but they never came. The princess had so infested his mind that even Buffy couldn't give him his moment of happiness. Speaking of which, she looked at him, fearfully, but the violence never manifested. Then she realized....and it was over for her.....
Author's note: hey, I know, this could be better, but I don't like Angel too much. But hey, keep reading, kids, there will not be a mention of either Angel ot Buffy in the next chap.