AN: Has the disappearance of Spike any effect on the Scoobies, and
especially his Slayer?
The Choice: Chapter 8
Sunnydale
"Hello?"
"Angel, can you come over? We can't seem to calm her down and you're the only one she listens to."
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
The vampire grabbed his coat and walked to Buffy's house. Ever since he was destined to protect the Vampire Slayer, he helped her wherever he could. He had moved to LA a while ago, but kept in touch with Rupert. A few months ago he had to move back to Sunnydale. The scoobies were hopeless, Buffy was out of control. This was just one of those nights.
He entered Buffy's house where the entire gang waited for him. Giles came up to him.
"Thank you for coming. She's in her room."
He went up the stairs and heard the breaking of glass and smashing of solid rock. It seemed to be one of her worse episodes. He knocked on the door.
"Buffy, can I come in?"
Suddenly all sounds stopped. Angel knew he had her attention and decided to risk it. he slipped through the door and immediately ducked for a glass that came flying his way. When he saw she was ready to throw something else he held up his hand.
"No! Buffy, don't!"
"Oh, it's you. You haven't brought me back."
She put the jar down.
"What are you doing?"
"Breaking things, trying to be angry at them, but it doesn't work;"
"Why do you want to be angry at your friends?"
For a moment Angel saw a light flickering in Buffy's eyes, but it faded just as quick. With a deep sigh she set herself on the bed.
"Why couldn't they just let it be, Angel? Why couldn't they just accept the fact I was dead?"
"I don't know, Buffy. Emotions are hard to explain sometimes. Maybe I would have tried it if I had the chance."
"You don't know what it's like. I . . . it was so peaceful there, so. . . perfect. . . they took it all away from me. This is my hell and nobody understands."
"I do. . ; I've seen hell, I know what it feels like. . . But you have friends to help you through it. you don't have to do this alone."
"They can't see me like this, I'm a wreck."
Angel took her hands in his as he sat next to her. How could he explain that they all knew and felt incredibly guilty? He decided not to tell her and let it be.
"You know what the problem is?"
The vampire was pleasantly surprised that his Slayer said anything. Most of the time he had to drag the words out of her. So he listened intently to what she had to say.
"I don't even know what hell 'feels' like. Maybe that is hell, not feeling any emotions. But not even you can help me feel again. And I need to feel. . . something. Sometimes I even miss the agression to patrol."
"Why don't you let me patrol then?"
"It's my job."
"But you're not alone in this, Buffy. Please, let me help you."
She actually smiled at him, a sad smile that expressed the hopelessness of the situation.
"I am alone, always will be. But that's okay. . . Why would I need anyone if I can't even bring up the effort to love or hate someone."
"Buf. . ."
"Let me be, Angel, you can't help me. Tell them I'll be alright and that they don't need to worry. Just go, I don't need you!"
Angel nodded, unable to say anything else. He told the Scoobies everything was fine and headed back to his flat. How could he help Buffy feel again? What would it take?
The Choice: Chapter 8
Sunnydale
"Hello?"
"Angel, can you come over? We can't seem to calm her down and you're the only one she listens to."
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
The vampire grabbed his coat and walked to Buffy's house. Ever since he was destined to protect the Vampire Slayer, he helped her wherever he could. He had moved to LA a while ago, but kept in touch with Rupert. A few months ago he had to move back to Sunnydale. The scoobies were hopeless, Buffy was out of control. This was just one of those nights.
He entered Buffy's house where the entire gang waited for him. Giles came up to him.
"Thank you for coming. She's in her room."
He went up the stairs and heard the breaking of glass and smashing of solid rock. It seemed to be one of her worse episodes. He knocked on the door.
"Buffy, can I come in?"
Suddenly all sounds stopped. Angel knew he had her attention and decided to risk it. he slipped through the door and immediately ducked for a glass that came flying his way. When he saw she was ready to throw something else he held up his hand.
"No! Buffy, don't!"
"Oh, it's you. You haven't brought me back."
She put the jar down.
"What are you doing?"
"Breaking things, trying to be angry at them, but it doesn't work;"
"Why do you want to be angry at your friends?"
For a moment Angel saw a light flickering in Buffy's eyes, but it faded just as quick. With a deep sigh she set herself on the bed.
"Why couldn't they just let it be, Angel? Why couldn't they just accept the fact I was dead?"
"I don't know, Buffy. Emotions are hard to explain sometimes. Maybe I would have tried it if I had the chance."
"You don't know what it's like. I . . . it was so peaceful there, so. . . perfect. . . they took it all away from me. This is my hell and nobody understands."
"I do. . ; I've seen hell, I know what it feels like. . . But you have friends to help you through it. you don't have to do this alone."
"They can't see me like this, I'm a wreck."
Angel took her hands in his as he sat next to her. How could he explain that they all knew and felt incredibly guilty? He decided not to tell her and let it be.
"You know what the problem is?"
The vampire was pleasantly surprised that his Slayer said anything. Most of the time he had to drag the words out of her. So he listened intently to what she had to say.
"I don't even know what hell 'feels' like. Maybe that is hell, not feeling any emotions. But not even you can help me feel again. And I need to feel. . . something. Sometimes I even miss the agression to patrol."
"Why don't you let me patrol then?"
"It's my job."
"But you're not alone in this, Buffy. Please, let me help you."
She actually smiled at him, a sad smile that expressed the hopelessness of the situation.
"I am alone, always will be. But that's okay. . . Why would I need anyone if I can't even bring up the effort to love or hate someone."
"Buf. . ."
"Let me be, Angel, you can't help me. Tell them I'll be alright and that they don't need to worry. Just go, I don't need you!"
Angel nodded, unable to say anything else. He told the Scoobies everything was fine and headed back to his flat. How could he help Buffy feel again? What would it take?