Buffy was crawling, scraping her wounded side on the floor, keeping
her eyes on Angel's face. He held out his hand in the closest shadow he
could find, and she grasped it, using his hand to pull herself out of the
sunlight and into the shadows with him. Breathing hard, she curled into a
ball and let Angel carry her the rest of the way, into a separate room of
the warehouse that she had never seen before.
"Buffy, it's okay now, it's all gonna be ok. As soon as I can, I'll go get Giles." She nodded slowly and whispered, "I missed you so much." He didn't say anything, but held her tighter, and sat down with her against a wall of the room, which was dimly lit and very cold. Wrapping her in a dingy blanket, Angel cradled her in his arms, and for a moment, Buffy felt safe. She wrapped her hands around his face and cried. He started to cry too, and buried his face in her hair, nuzzling her neck. With a bright light, Buffy was back to 2 nights before, when he had nuzzled her just the same way, and then taken her against her will, when he had been Angelus. With a yell, she shoved him away.
Angelus knew that the gig was up. She had remembered something, and that had given him away. "Dammit slayer, we were just getting to the fun part." He hissed. "I don't like your idea of fun." She snarled. "Get away from me." Running over to her, he wrapped his hands around her neck and shoved her up against the wall. "No. You see, I have a thing with slayers. I like to kill them. You don't mind, do you, because you're kind of the key character in this little game." Tossing her easily to the side, he marveled at her lithe form as it sank to the floor, her hand on her side, gasping with pain. "Oh, yeah, that little knife wound. I would've though you were too strong for that to hurt you this long. In all fairness though, the knife was about the size of a machete." He chuckled. "I just can't get over my great taste in weapons." She turned her head up to face him, fixing him with a look filled with such hatred that he felt a moment of uncertainty. But then it was gone, and he watched her get up with an amused interest. When she finally stood up unsteadily, he smiled and clapped his hands. "Bravo." He said loudly. "Good show." Then his expression changed to something darker. "It'll be more fun for me if you're standing anyway."
"Buffy, it's okay now, it's all gonna be ok. As soon as I can, I'll go get Giles." She nodded slowly and whispered, "I missed you so much." He didn't say anything, but held her tighter, and sat down with her against a wall of the room, which was dimly lit and very cold. Wrapping her in a dingy blanket, Angel cradled her in his arms, and for a moment, Buffy felt safe. She wrapped her hands around his face and cried. He started to cry too, and buried his face in her hair, nuzzling her neck. With a bright light, Buffy was back to 2 nights before, when he had nuzzled her just the same way, and then taken her against her will, when he had been Angelus. With a yell, she shoved him away.
Angelus knew that the gig was up. She had remembered something, and that had given him away. "Dammit slayer, we were just getting to the fun part." He hissed. "I don't like your idea of fun." She snarled. "Get away from me." Running over to her, he wrapped his hands around her neck and shoved her up against the wall. "No. You see, I have a thing with slayers. I like to kill them. You don't mind, do you, because you're kind of the key character in this little game." Tossing her easily to the side, he marveled at her lithe form as it sank to the floor, her hand on her side, gasping with pain. "Oh, yeah, that little knife wound. I would've though you were too strong for that to hurt you this long. In all fairness though, the knife was about the size of a machete." He chuckled. "I just can't get over my great taste in weapons." She turned her head up to face him, fixing him with a look filled with such hatred that he felt a moment of uncertainty. But then it was gone, and he watched her get up with an amused interest. When she finally stood up unsteadily, he smiled and clapped his hands. "Bravo." He said loudly. "Good show." Then his expression changed to something darker. "It'll be more fun for me if you're standing anyway."