How could he say those things to me? Buffy thought as she hurried through
the eerie Shady Hill cemetery away from Angel. Buffy's tearstained face and
widened tearful eyes glistened in the moonlight as the night sky cleared
revealing the stars and the glowing moon.
As Buffy made her way to the exit of the cemetery she heard a sudden loud cry of pain. A sound Buffy knew all to well from her years of slaying came from a male who was close by. "Angel!" Buffy whispered to herself and ran as fast as she could back in his direction, vaulting a graffitied bench on the corner of the road and heading deep into the cemetery.
Buffy slowed to see a dark figure curled up on the ground in a mess of blood and black leather. "Angel" Buffy said as she swiftly knelt beside him, resting his head on her knees and whispering to him "Shhh, its gonna be ok."
She looked around, only to see a dark hooded figure fleeing the scene.
Buffy turned Angel over and saw that he was bleeding heavily from a large, deep wound in his chest. She saw the hope fading from his deep-set dark eyes and she took off her jacket and pressed it firmly over Angel's chest. The bleeding slowed after a time and Buffys blood soaked jacket became heavy. She hoisted Angel's muscular body up and wrapped one of his arms around her neck and the other around her waist and she set off, heading in the direction of the mansion determined to save Angel. He was her true love after all!
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Buffy laid Angels head gently down to rest on the pillows of his bed back at the mansion where he was living. She softly kissed his forehead and placed one of his hands on his chest and the other by his side and pulled up the covers over his body. She cupped his head in one and slid down his cheek, down his neck and over the patched up wound on his chest being careful not to press down to hard; her hand gently shaking. Buffy wiped her eyes, brushed her hair out of her face and got up to leave the room.
"Bu... Buffy?" Angel stammered, his eyes barely open.
She turned to face him. "I'll be back in a little while ok. I promise. Get some rest." She exited the room as Angel slowly closed his eyes in an attempt to shut off the searing pain racing through his body and he surrendered to the peacefulness of his surroundings and fell asleep. Buffy threw another piece of firewood onto the already roaring fire in the main entrance to the mansion and slumped down onto her knees before it and silently wept as the fire crackled and warmed her body, the intense heat from the flames pressing hard against her face as she struggled to hold together.
She got up quickly and walked out of the old mansion, wiping her eyes again and intending to go to Giles to figure out what to do.
He was a good man to be around during a crisis-Buffy knew that. He was a gentle man with a good heart and he always looked upon Buffy as the daughter he never had and he couldn't bear to see her suffer.
Buffy approached the door to Giles' apartment with caution. She knocked and he opened the door to see Buffy standing there looking as though she'd been crying and with bloodstains all over her clothes.
She looked up at him, her eyes welling up with tears again and she stepped forward into the familiar warmth and comfort of Giles' apartment and she hugged him. He held her tight and Buffy felt safe. Safe at last.
As Buffy made her way to the exit of the cemetery she heard a sudden loud cry of pain. A sound Buffy knew all to well from her years of slaying came from a male who was close by. "Angel!" Buffy whispered to herself and ran as fast as she could back in his direction, vaulting a graffitied bench on the corner of the road and heading deep into the cemetery.
Buffy slowed to see a dark figure curled up on the ground in a mess of blood and black leather. "Angel" Buffy said as she swiftly knelt beside him, resting his head on her knees and whispering to him "Shhh, its gonna be ok."
She looked around, only to see a dark hooded figure fleeing the scene.
Buffy turned Angel over and saw that he was bleeding heavily from a large, deep wound in his chest. She saw the hope fading from his deep-set dark eyes and she took off her jacket and pressed it firmly over Angel's chest. The bleeding slowed after a time and Buffys blood soaked jacket became heavy. She hoisted Angel's muscular body up and wrapped one of his arms around her neck and the other around her waist and she set off, heading in the direction of the mansion determined to save Angel. He was her true love after all!
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Buffy laid Angels head gently down to rest on the pillows of his bed back at the mansion where he was living. She softly kissed his forehead and placed one of his hands on his chest and the other by his side and pulled up the covers over his body. She cupped his head in one and slid down his cheek, down his neck and over the patched up wound on his chest being careful not to press down to hard; her hand gently shaking. Buffy wiped her eyes, brushed her hair out of her face and got up to leave the room.
"Bu... Buffy?" Angel stammered, his eyes barely open.
She turned to face him. "I'll be back in a little while ok. I promise. Get some rest." She exited the room as Angel slowly closed his eyes in an attempt to shut off the searing pain racing through his body and he surrendered to the peacefulness of his surroundings and fell asleep. Buffy threw another piece of firewood onto the already roaring fire in the main entrance to the mansion and slumped down onto her knees before it and silently wept as the fire crackled and warmed her body, the intense heat from the flames pressing hard against her face as she struggled to hold together.
She got up quickly and walked out of the old mansion, wiping her eyes again and intending to go to Giles to figure out what to do.
He was a good man to be around during a crisis-Buffy knew that. He was a gentle man with a good heart and he always looked upon Buffy as the daughter he never had and he couldn't bear to see her suffer.
Buffy approached the door to Giles' apartment with caution. She knocked and he opened the door to see Buffy standing there looking as though she'd been crying and with bloodstains all over her clothes.
She looked up at him, her eyes welling up with tears again and she stepped forward into the familiar warmth and comfort of Giles' apartment and she hugged him. He held her tight and Buffy felt safe. Safe at last.