Hey, guys, I thought the story would be too long for one chapter, so I
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He let her go, watching as he let her walk away. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He still loved Buffy. He knew he couldn't move on. He wanted to, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Even if he knew she had moved on, he knew he wouldn't. Angel was stuck between two people and choosing would be agony; although it was painful not to choose.
'I need a sign,' he thought, 'I need to find something to help me to move on.' He sighed heavily. 'This is just too frustrating.'
Pretty soon, he was knocked to the ground. Still dazed, a hand grabbed the back of his coat and hauled him up off his feet.
"You bastard!" the demon said, "How dare you hurt her! I will rip you apart limb from limb!"
"Dan!" a new voice said, as Autum came back into view. "DAN!"
The demon looked at her with fierce cat-like green eyes.
"Dan, put him down! It won't do any good to kill him. His death won't bring back my brother or your parents. Blood only be goes more blood!!"
"He killed your brother!" Dan shouted defiantly.
"Drop him, Dan!"
Dan threw Angel to the ground, and Autum ran over to him and helped him up. When Angel let go of her hand, he winced and fell again. She quickly steadied him.
"Dan!" She said, "You've broken his leg."
"He's a quick healer, big deal."
"C'mon," she said more quietly and gently. "I'll help you get back until you can walk."
"Thank you," Angel said. He noticed that she was stronger than she looked, but he allowed her to help him back. Slowly the two walked back to Angel Investigations.
Once they were there.
"Angel, you look awful," Cordillia said as she saw the vampire hobble in though the door with the young looking lady helping him.
"Could you get the door?" she asked and Wes pulled back the screen to the elevator, and went down into the basement.
Autum helped Angel tot eh bed, and she sat down; then gingerly picked up the now half-broken leg and gently placed it on the bed.
Next she went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of blood and warmed it up. Then she took a mug and poured some of the warmed crimson liquid into it, and went back into Angel's room and gave it to him.
He thanked her and took a sip, then shuddered slightly.
"Are you okay?" she asked, "Is it okay?"
"Yeah, it's perfect; it just reminded me of."
"Oh," she said, looking a little embarrassed.
"No," he said, "it's fine," and he drank some more.
"What about you?" she asked.
"What?"
"You never answered my fist question; are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"How's your leg?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"That's good."
There was a long sort of awkward silence in which both wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words to say what they felt.
After a minute or two, Angel finally broke the silence and said, "Ella, I..."
"No," she said.
"No what?"
"Don't call me that," she said, sitting on the bed next to the spot where Angel half laid.
"All right then," he said, "Then what do you want me to call you?"
She sighed, questioning herself if she was indeed ready or not.
"Call me," she said; then paused, "Call me Autum."
"Are you sure?" Angel asked patiently.
Autum thought on it for a moment, "Yes," she said.
"All right, Autum," Angel said slowly; the name sounding awkward to his ears, but familiar to his lips.
"Yes?" she said, slightly shaken because no one had called her that since her brother died.
"I just wanted to thank you for what you've done for me."
"Hey, it was no big deal," she said, smiling slightly.
Angel studied the smile.
"What?" she asked.
"I think that was the first time I ever saw you smile."
"Okay..Yeah, I think you're right," she said staring at the wall opposite of her, and Angel looked past her, and the awkward silence crept back into the room.
Then suddenly, a vampire dropped down and Autum jumped up.
"What do you want?" she asked as Angel was slowly getting off the bed.
"This is none of your concern," it said, "This is between Angel and myself."
"Jonas?" Autum asked incredulously.
"Surprised?" he asked, "Don't be."
"But. You're dead..."
"Yet here I am. Come; give your brother a nice hug."
"You're not my brother," she growled, "You're nothing but a heartless monster."
"Aw, now that hurts," Jonas said, vamping out.
"I'm sorry, Jonas," she said, "But go to Hell," and she went to attack but was caught and Jonas held her in front of him.
"Don't hurt her!" Angel commanded.
"You leave me be, I'll leave her be."
"You promise?" Angel asked cautiously.
"I give you my word," he said.
"Good," Autum kicked him in the head like she had done to Angel. He let go, and she pierced through his heart with a wooden stake.
He screamed and fell, crumbling into dust.
She stared at what she had done; then whispered, "I'm sorry, dear brother," and she sand to the floor and tears began to flow.
Angel came up form behind her, kneeled down and embraced the emotionally wounded hunter.
"You did what you had to do," he said, and they sat there for a while.
The next night.
"Well, we'd better be going," Autum said to Wes and Cordillia.
"I'm so sorry to see you leave," Wes said.
"I wish we could have gotten to know each other," Cordy said, smiling.
"Yeah, well, there's really nothing for me here, now, so I probably should go," but she knew in her heart that she was wrong. She knew that there was one reason for her to stay; she just didn't know if that reason wanted her to stay.
"C'mon, Freed," Dan, the demon said, "We probably should be going now."
"All right, I'll be right there; I just have to say goodbye to Angel," she said, an inaudible sad tone hidden amongst her words.
She went inside to look for Angel, but, sadly he was not found.
"All right then," she said, "Good bye, Angel," and she turned and walked out with a heavy heart, not noticing the vampire coming out of the shadows, his heart breaking with her every step.
"Did you get your goodbye?" Dan asked as she hopped into his truck.
She shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Ella," Wes said sympathetically, "It's not like him to do this."
"It's all right," Autum said. "Maybe we'll meet again. Goodbye everyone!" and Dan and she drove off.
Meanwhile.
Angel was deciding whether or not to tell her.
'There was my sign,' he thought, 'And I was too caught up in myself to notice. I'm doing it,' and he raced up only to discover that they had just pulled away.
"Oh, dear," Wes said, "I'm sorry, Angel, they just left. It might be too late."
"Not if I can help it," and he ran off into the night.
In the truck.
"Freed, look," Dan said, pulling to the side of the road, "You like this guy, so why are you leaving?"
"I want to get away," she simply replied.
"No, you don't," Dan countered, "You're scared, so you're running."
"That's absurd! That's the most ridiculous.Okay, you're right. What do I do?"
"Go out there and talk to him," Dan said, pointing out her window. She turned and saw Angel standing outside her door.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I came to tell you something."
"What?"
"Don't go."
"All right then."
"Really?"
"Yes, I was waiting for you to say something. What took you so long?"
"I wasn't sure if you were the one."
"Oh; well?"
"You are."
"You're mine too."
"Hop in," Dan said, revving the engine, "I'll take us back."
Autum slid over and Angel got into Dan's truck and Dan drove them back to L.A.
The End
So, there's my Angel fic. What do you think? Should there be a sequel? Suggestions are welcome. Please give me suggestions on how this story should go.
He let her go, watching as he let her walk away. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He still loved Buffy. He knew he couldn't move on. He wanted to, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Even if he knew she had moved on, he knew he wouldn't. Angel was stuck between two people and choosing would be agony; although it was painful not to choose.
'I need a sign,' he thought, 'I need to find something to help me to move on.' He sighed heavily. 'This is just too frustrating.'
Pretty soon, he was knocked to the ground. Still dazed, a hand grabbed the back of his coat and hauled him up off his feet.
"You bastard!" the demon said, "How dare you hurt her! I will rip you apart limb from limb!"
"Dan!" a new voice said, as Autum came back into view. "DAN!"
The demon looked at her with fierce cat-like green eyes.
"Dan, put him down! It won't do any good to kill him. His death won't bring back my brother or your parents. Blood only be goes more blood!!"
"He killed your brother!" Dan shouted defiantly.
"Drop him, Dan!"
Dan threw Angel to the ground, and Autum ran over to him and helped him up. When Angel let go of her hand, he winced and fell again. She quickly steadied him.
"Dan!" She said, "You've broken his leg."
"He's a quick healer, big deal."
"C'mon," she said more quietly and gently. "I'll help you get back until you can walk."
"Thank you," Angel said. He noticed that she was stronger than she looked, but he allowed her to help him back. Slowly the two walked back to Angel Investigations.
Once they were there.
"Angel, you look awful," Cordillia said as she saw the vampire hobble in though the door with the young looking lady helping him.
"Could you get the door?" she asked and Wes pulled back the screen to the elevator, and went down into the basement.
Autum helped Angel tot eh bed, and she sat down; then gingerly picked up the now half-broken leg and gently placed it on the bed.
Next she went to the kitchen and took out a bottle of blood and warmed it up. Then she took a mug and poured some of the warmed crimson liquid into it, and went back into Angel's room and gave it to him.
He thanked her and took a sip, then shuddered slightly.
"Are you okay?" she asked, "Is it okay?"
"Yeah, it's perfect; it just reminded me of."
"Oh," she said, looking a little embarrassed.
"No," he said, "it's fine," and he drank some more.
"What about you?" she asked.
"What?"
"You never answered my fist question; are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"How's your leg?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"That's good."
There was a long sort of awkward silence in which both wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words to say what they felt.
After a minute or two, Angel finally broke the silence and said, "Ella, I..."
"No," she said.
"No what?"
"Don't call me that," she said, sitting on the bed next to the spot where Angel half laid.
"All right then," he said, "Then what do you want me to call you?"
She sighed, questioning herself if she was indeed ready or not.
"Call me," she said; then paused, "Call me Autum."
"Are you sure?" Angel asked patiently.
Autum thought on it for a moment, "Yes," she said.
"All right, Autum," Angel said slowly; the name sounding awkward to his ears, but familiar to his lips.
"Yes?" she said, slightly shaken because no one had called her that since her brother died.
"I just wanted to thank you for what you've done for me."
"Hey, it was no big deal," she said, smiling slightly.
Angel studied the smile.
"What?" she asked.
"I think that was the first time I ever saw you smile."
"Okay..Yeah, I think you're right," she said staring at the wall opposite of her, and Angel looked past her, and the awkward silence crept back into the room.
Then suddenly, a vampire dropped down and Autum jumped up.
"What do you want?" she asked as Angel was slowly getting off the bed.
"This is none of your concern," it said, "This is between Angel and myself."
"Jonas?" Autum asked incredulously.
"Surprised?" he asked, "Don't be."
"But. You're dead..."
"Yet here I am. Come; give your brother a nice hug."
"You're not my brother," she growled, "You're nothing but a heartless monster."
"Aw, now that hurts," Jonas said, vamping out.
"I'm sorry, Jonas," she said, "But go to Hell," and she went to attack but was caught and Jonas held her in front of him.
"Don't hurt her!" Angel commanded.
"You leave me be, I'll leave her be."
"You promise?" Angel asked cautiously.
"I give you my word," he said.
"Good," Autum kicked him in the head like she had done to Angel. He let go, and she pierced through his heart with a wooden stake.
He screamed and fell, crumbling into dust.
She stared at what she had done; then whispered, "I'm sorry, dear brother," and she sand to the floor and tears began to flow.
Angel came up form behind her, kneeled down and embraced the emotionally wounded hunter.
"You did what you had to do," he said, and they sat there for a while.
The next night.
"Well, we'd better be going," Autum said to Wes and Cordillia.
"I'm so sorry to see you leave," Wes said.
"I wish we could have gotten to know each other," Cordy said, smiling.
"Yeah, well, there's really nothing for me here, now, so I probably should go," but she knew in her heart that she was wrong. She knew that there was one reason for her to stay; she just didn't know if that reason wanted her to stay.
"C'mon, Freed," Dan, the demon said, "We probably should be going now."
"All right, I'll be right there; I just have to say goodbye to Angel," she said, an inaudible sad tone hidden amongst her words.
She went inside to look for Angel, but, sadly he was not found.
"All right then," she said, "Good bye, Angel," and she turned and walked out with a heavy heart, not noticing the vampire coming out of the shadows, his heart breaking with her every step.
"Did you get your goodbye?" Dan asked as she hopped into his truck.
She shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Ella," Wes said sympathetically, "It's not like him to do this."
"It's all right," Autum said. "Maybe we'll meet again. Goodbye everyone!" and Dan and she drove off.
Meanwhile.
Angel was deciding whether or not to tell her.
'There was my sign,' he thought, 'And I was too caught up in myself to notice. I'm doing it,' and he raced up only to discover that they had just pulled away.
"Oh, dear," Wes said, "I'm sorry, Angel, they just left. It might be too late."
"Not if I can help it," and he ran off into the night.
In the truck.
"Freed, look," Dan said, pulling to the side of the road, "You like this guy, so why are you leaving?"
"I want to get away," she simply replied.
"No, you don't," Dan countered, "You're scared, so you're running."
"That's absurd! That's the most ridiculous.Okay, you're right. What do I do?"
"Go out there and talk to him," Dan said, pointing out her window. She turned and saw Angel standing outside her door.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I came to tell you something."
"What?"
"Don't go."
"All right then."
"Really?"
"Yes, I was waiting for you to say something. What took you so long?"
"I wasn't sure if you were the one."
"Oh; well?"
"You are."
"You're mine too."
"Hop in," Dan said, revving the engine, "I'll take us back."
Autum slid over and Angel got into Dan's truck and Dan drove them back to L.A.
The End
So, there's my Angel fic. What do you think? Should there be a sequel? Suggestions are welcome. Please give me suggestions on how this story should go.