Authors note: For some reason this isn't coming out so funny as I planned. Never mind!! ENJOY!

Here goes..

Chap 6

So I cry. What's the big deal with me crying anyway? Isn't that what makes us women different from men? Because we can express our feelings when they can't. Well I wouldn't necessarily say that they can't express feelings, I mean looking at Riley right now he's got a whole lot of feelings going on.

His foot has made swift contact with a table leg for the 6th time and finally it has cracked under the strain. As if to hide his pain (although I can see the obvious pain, watching his face flush red is usual a pretty good sign of pain right?) He's making a sort of run for the door but he looks more like he's skipping. One of the guy's bursts out laughing watching him "Skip" by but quickly shuts up when he receives a fist brandished in front of his face and a hiss of "I'll knock your head off if you laugh once more."

I watch his hasty retreat and feel a warm ebb of guilt start to swim around in my stomach. I really picked the right time and place to do it didn't I? I turn around noticing the sudden proximity of all the people around me that had stopped to goggle at Riley and me while we argued. God I feel like I'm in a zoo, being watched by all the passer's by, while I sit in my cage all alone.

Moments later I am out in the open, breathing in the cool night air. I cast a glance at the sky and see it littered with millions of tiny stars. I dig my hands further into my pockets and start to walk down the street towards my first hunting ground.

I sound like a poacher.

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Swing left and right, duck, dodge to left and back flip -

Yes it's sad that I am repeating fight moves in my head but that's the only way I'm going to take down this guy - Who happens to be incredibly large.

He has these veins that stick out of his neck, which just makes you cringe and make shivers shoot up and down your spine.

"Now that is gross." This one also happens to be of the unintelligent species. It gives a grunt like laugh and ambles forward its fists punching towards me slowly. "Not too bright either are you big fella"

I duck but too late as his slimy fist makes contact with my jaw. I fly from the spot I'm stood on and land hard against a tree. OW!! Standing slowly I allow the spots in front of my eyes to stop spinning and try to focus on the big lumbering jerk that is currently heading for me.

I kick out and catch him in the chest but his size means I don't really make much difference.

"Oops." I add weakly as he grips my throat and lifts me a few feet of the ground. "Crap." I manage to say before once more my body is thrown through the air.

Have you ever had that feeling when a large weight is placed against your spine and you feel like you can't get up? Well, that is the pain I am currently feeling. I can see him approach and kick out a leg tripping him up. See, he can't win that easily.

I spoke too soon as a long sword shoots out from his arm and he slashes fast, slicing my stomach. Everything falls silent as I drop to my knees staring up at the demon that is now standing before me. I look down and see the blood forming through my pale shirt and I start to panic as I realise I am losing a lot of blood.

Just as the demon readies to slice through my neck with his sword, I see a glimpse of black shoot into the clearing from the trees behind him. My heartbeat quickens as I realise who it is: it's him; he's come to save me.

Red blood. Red is so not my colour but this isn't the time to start thinking about fashion! This is a dire situation where my life is at complete ris -

Everything falls into darkness.

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I awake and I swear I am dead. Seriously though, all my limbs have gone numb and I'm staring up at a perfectly white ceiling. I feel what's underneath me and it turns out to be some sort of fleece material - I never expected clouds to feel this way.

So I turn to the left to see what God has in store for me and get the shock of my life. Angel really is an angel! No joke! Here I am lying in heaven and there he is staring right back at me holding what looks like a wet flannel.

Here's a question for you - If I'm in heaven, why can I feel pain?

The cool flannel touches my forehead and an instant gush of reassurance rushes down my body. "Shh." His voice has a calming effect on me and instantly I feel my body relax.

"So this is heaven." I am so going to kick myself for that later.

He gives out a small chuckle "No Buffy, your still alive, your just at my place that's all. I didn't know where to take you." He stops the dabbing of the flannel, placing it on a table beside me and stares back.

I look downwards and see his hand placed firmly against my stomach. Curiosity makes me try to move his hand to get a peek at the cut beneath but he does not move.

"Your still bleeding bad."

"How - "

"Vampire remember? I can smell it and feel it." He tries to avert my gaze.

"I remember." How could I forget that "brilliant" tale?

Things start to get awkward and I wanted to scream at him for causing the silence to descend upon us that's now screaming in both our ears. The silence is deafening.

His hand is suddenly in mine and he squeezes it reassuringly. "Get some sleep."

His voice drifts through the air and it sounds so calm, so trustworthy. I close my eyes and allow sleep to start its journey through my body.

"Angel?" I mumble

"hmm?"

"Stay" Sleep hits me as I hear his last word.

"Always."

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