Buffy winced in pain at every breath. She knew that as soon as the sun went
down, Angelus would not be held back anymore. He would kill her. She only
hoped that she would heal before he made an attempt.
The knife was still sticking out of her side, and Buffy knew that she
should try to get it out soon. Every movement racked her body with pain,
and if she could get the knife out, there was a possibility that she would
heal faster.
Gingerly, she put her hand around the knife handle. She yanked upward and
felt it slide out of her reluctantly, catching on pieces of skin. She
screamed in agony, and then everything went black.
Angelus was furious. He had almost had the slayer, and then the damned sun had to come up! And it was just her luck that she had landed in front of the one window he hadn't closed last night. One thing was in his favor. The fact that he still wore Angel's appearance. And now that the slayer was weak and in pain, he just might be able to make use of that.
Buffy awoke to find Angelus staring at her, tears streaking down his face. "Buffy, buffy, what have I done?" he said to himself softly. "I've killed her, oh god, I've killed her.no god, please no."
Buffy saw everything slightly blurry, and she wondered if she had been hearing things too. He sounded like, like Angel. Not Angelus, but Angel. Wincing, she turned to face him, scraping her side along the floor.
"Buffy! Oh god, are you ok, did I do this to you? Please say something to me, god I thought you were dead, I was going to go stand outside in the sun to make it end, say something! Buffy." Angel stopped talking, looked at her breathlessly, and moved toward her, stopping just outside the sun's reach.
"Stop." Buffy hissed through clenched teeth. " I don't know what the hell is going on, but just stop."
Angel looked at her with obvious pain and disbelief in his eyes.
"I did do this to you, didn't I? Or.my otherself. After we spent the night together, things got fuzzy and blank and.Buffy, it's really me!"
Buffy was in the agony of confusion. All that she wanted was to crawl over to him and put her head in his lap, and have him hold her until she was healed enough to hold him too. But his eyes held something that she didn't understand, something that wasn't present in Angel or Angelus. And she couldn't figure it out.
"Buffy, why are you doing this to me?" he pleaded softly. "You know I can't touch you in the sun."
Angelus kept fought to keep himself from smiling. Would the slayer take the bait? He knew that it was hard for her to resist, but he also knew that he wasn't completely as Angel had been, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep up the act.
Resolutely, Buffy's heart won out, and she began to crawl out of the sunlight, and into the darkness that held danger.
Angelus was furious. He had almost had the slayer, and then the damned sun had to come up! And it was just her luck that she had landed in front of the one window he hadn't closed last night. One thing was in his favor. The fact that he still wore Angel's appearance. And now that the slayer was weak and in pain, he just might be able to make use of that.
Buffy awoke to find Angelus staring at her, tears streaking down his face. "Buffy, buffy, what have I done?" he said to himself softly. "I've killed her, oh god, I've killed her.no god, please no."
Buffy saw everything slightly blurry, and she wondered if she had been hearing things too. He sounded like, like Angel. Not Angelus, but Angel. Wincing, she turned to face him, scraping her side along the floor.
"Buffy! Oh god, are you ok, did I do this to you? Please say something to me, god I thought you were dead, I was going to go stand outside in the sun to make it end, say something! Buffy." Angel stopped talking, looked at her breathlessly, and moved toward her, stopping just outside the sun's reach.
"Stop." Buffy hissed through clenched teeth. " I don't know what the hell is going on, but just stop."
Angel looked at her with obvious pain and disbelief in his eyes.
"I did do this to you, didn't I? Or.my otherself. After we spent the night together, things got fuzzy and blank and.Buffy, it's really me!"
Buffy was in the agony of confusion. All that she wanted was to crawl over to him and put her head in his lap, and have him hold her until she was healed enough to hold him too. But his eyes held something that she didn't understand, something that wasn't present in Angel or Angelus. And she couldn't figure it out.
"Buffy, why are you doing this to me?" he pleaded softly. "You know I can't touch you in the sun."
Angelus kept fought to keep himself from smiling. Would the slayer take the bait? He knew that it was hard for her to resist, but he also knew that he wasn't completely as Angel had been, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep up the act.
Resolutely, Buffy's heart won out, and she began to crawl out of the sunlight, and into the darkness that held danger.