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An: Lindsay reviewed: keep going, the story is really great! but isn't willow pro-angel, too? and i'm one of those weird freaks who likes dawn/spike romance, so hook those two up!
--- lol, yeah, I guess Willow is pro-Angel, but I really wanted to have some Tara/Angel bonding, because, well Queen Boadicea said it nicely:
Queen Boadicea reviewed: In a way, they're much alike. They don't feel quite at ease around others and they're both rather shy and withdrawn.
--- I've always had a thing with those two--- mind you, I would never hook them up, but I've always wondered what would have happened if they had met, so every chance I get, I make them meet--- and we'll see what happens with the Dawn/Spike thing, I would personally just like to kill him off, but hey, I do kinda like Dawn/Spike too, so maybe...
As always...
{{{{Story between brackets is a thing from mental institution Buffy's life.}}}}
Normal typing is The Slayer Buffy's life.
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{{{{Buffy could see the sun streaming through her window without even opening her eyes. She knew it was a big day and she needed to get up, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She was so comfortable; but she didn't' know why.}}}}
* * * * *
Angel stirred slightly as he smelt the rough smell of the sunrise. He was still so tired, but his vampire side took over; telling his body that it didn't need any sleep. He hated being able to survive on three hours of sleep. He almost missed sleeping until noon.
He opened his eyes slowly and groaned, seeing Buffy and reminding him why he was here.
"I'm still here Buffy," Angel whispered, gently getting out of the bed, leaving her facing the door as he walked out into the hall.
* * * * *
{{{{Buffy felt a sudden change in atmosphere in an instant. Whatever had made her so comfortable, had suddenly left, almost leaving an empty pain in her heart. She sighed, got up, and walked to her closet. On the way she had passed her mirror, filled with pictures of her and Pike. She noticed her face, how young and carefree she had looked. She looked at her reflection, noting the sad eyes and the naturally pouty mouth. Or was it natural? It didn't look that way in the pictures. Funny how she based so much of her life now off pictures she hardly remembered taking.
She tore away from the reflection, refusing to think about any of that. She remembered how close she had come to giving into 'that world' last night. She didn't remember when she finaly did. What you don't remember can't hurt you.
Buffy then started to dig through her closet.}}}}
* * * * *
Angel walked slowly down the stairs, trying to sense if any windows were open. He had gotten used to windows always being closed at his office, it was difficult to remember what it felt like. That is until he ran right into the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window.
"Oh God, Angel!" Dawn squealed. "I'm sorry!"
Angel slipped out of his vampire visage as dawn yanked the curtain closed, hoping she hadn't seen it. "No, it's okay."
"That what you get for being stealthy," Dawn insisted.
Angel laughed slightly, remember when Buffy had said something like that to him. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Wow," Dawn smiled. "I just won an argument with Angel; the most stubborn- assed guy I know."
"It won't happen again," Angel replied.
"Uh huh," Dawn laughed. "Sure. What are you doing down here?"
"Uh, looking for Tara," Angel replied. "And Willow."
"I know Tara's upstairs," Dawn said, pointing out the door. "I don't know where Willow is. I haven't seen her for a few days."
"Really?"
"Yeah, she said she had to work on something," Dawn supplied. "Just hope she's not using magicks to do it."
"What do you mean?" Angel asked concerned.
"She has an addiction," Dawn calmly explained. "She' trying to quit."
"I know how that feels," Angel sighed. "Poor girl."
"You know how it feels to be addicted to magic?" Damn asked.
"Something like that," Angel said, trying to make her understand without spelling it out.
"I don't get it."
"Blood, Dawn," Angel sighed, exasperated. "It's addicting."
"Oh," Dawn laughed nervously. "Sorry."
Angel shook his head, slightly amused, slightly annoyed, and walked back out to talk to Tara and, maybe Willow.
* * * * *
{{{{ Buffy threw the pink tank top over her shoulder, deciding it was too girly. She really was never into all the girly stuff, even if she claimed to be. Sure, she liked dresses and make-up, and every now and then, it was nice to look extra beautiful, but other than that. She leaned more to the boy's styles.
She picked up the black sweater, pulled it on and reached down to grab the jacket on the floor. It was leather and it smelled of spices and rain, just like---
-"You still my girl?"-
-"Maybe I like you."-
-"I love you. I try not to but I can't stop."-
-"Am I thing worth saving? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone."-
-"I never said I was your friend."-
-"Keep it; looks better on you."-
-"We'll just end up hurting each other again."-
"NO!" Buffy screamed, dropping the jacket. "No stop!"
-"I can handle the neediness."-
-"I'm sorry."-
-"I'm not going to say goodbye."-
-"You could never be boring, not even if you tried."-
"Please stop," Buffy whimpered as the wave of his voice continued to pound her.
-"I love you."-
"STOP!" Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs, alerting Joyce and Hank who had just pulle dup in the driveway. They both headed straight to the house.
* * * * *
Angel knocked hesitantly on the door he remembered was Willow's, hoping both or one of the Wiccan women would answer. Willow's red hair flashed in front of him as she flung the door open.
"Willow-," Angel started but was cut off as she replied.
"I'm sorry, I'm real busy," Willow breathed. "I've almost figure this out and-,"
"Ok, that's fine," Angel said. "Where's Tara then?"
"Behind you," Willow pointed. "Hi Tara, bye Tara."
Angel watched as she closed the door hurriedly, and then turned around to face Tara. He was about to say something, but was again interrupted by someone else's voice. Except this time, it was almost welcome.
Screams were coming from Buffy's room.
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This looks like a good place to stop tonight---
I write, you read, you review, I write more.
PS. Has anyone figured out what's happening when the two Buffy's cross over? Awards to anyone who has.
PSS. I know, longer chapters, but somehow, I can't seem to do that with Buffy fics--- others are fine and I can make them longer--- go figure.
Feedback: I need it!
An: Lindsay reviewed: keep going, the story is really great! but isn't willow pro-angel, too? and i'm one of those weird freaks who likes dawn/spike romance, so hook those two up!
--- lol, yeah, I guess Willow is pro-Angel, but I really wanted to have some Tara/Angel bonding, because, well Queen Boadicea said it nicely:
Queen Boadicea reviewed: In a way, they're much alike. They don't feel quite at ease around others and they're both rather shy and withdrawn.
--- I've always had a thing with those two--- mind you, I would never hook them up, but I've always wondered what would have happened if they had met, so every chance I get, I make them meet--- and we'll see what happens with the Dawn/Spike thing, I would personally just like to kill him off, but hey, I do kinda like Dawn/Spike too, so maybe...
As always...
{{{{Story between brackets is a thing from mental institution Buffy's life.}}}}
Normal typing is The Slayer Buffy's life.
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{{{{Buffy could see the sun streaming through her window without even opening her eyes. She knew it was a big day and she needed to get up, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She was so comfortable; but she didn't' know why.}}}}
* * * * *
Angel stirred slightly as he smelt the rough smell of the sunrise. He was still so tired, but his vampire side took over; telling his body that it didn't need any sleep. He hated being able to survive on three hours of sleep. He almost missed sleeping until noon.
He opened his eyes slowly and groaned, seeing Buffy and reminding him why he was here.
"I'm still here Buffy," Angel whispered, gently getting out of the bed, leaving her facing the door as he walked out into the hall.
* * * * *
{{{{Buffy felt a sudden change in atmosphere in an instant. Whatever had made her so comfortable, had suddenly left, almost leaving an empty pain in her heart. She sighed, got up, and walked to her closet. On the way she had passed her mirror, filled with pictures of her and Pike. She noticed her face, how young and carefree she had looked. She looked at her reflection, noting the sad eyes and the naturally pouty mouth. Or was it natural? It didn't look that way in the pictures. Funny how she based so much of her life now off pictures she hardly remembered taking.
She tore away from the reflection, refusing to think about any of that. She remembered how close she had come to giving into 'that world' last night. She didn't remember when she finaly did. What you don't remember can't hurt you.
Buffy then started to dig through her closet.}}}}
* * * * *
Angel walked slowly down the stairs, trying to sense if any windows were open. He had gotten used to windows always being closed at his office, it was difficult to remember what it felt like. That is until he ran right into the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window.
"Oh God, Angel!" Dawn squealed. "I'm sorry!"
Angel slipped out of his vampire visage as dawn yanked the curtain closed, hoping she hadn't seen it. "No, it's okay."
"That what you get for being stealthy," Dawn insisted.
Angel laughed slightly, remember when Buffy had said something like that to him. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Wow," Dawn smiled. "I just won an argument with Angel; the most stubborn- assed guy I know."
"It won't happen again," Angel replied.
"Uh huh," Dawn laughed. "Sure. What are you doing down here?"
"Uh, looking for Tara," Angel replied. "And Willow."
"I know Tara's upstairs," Dawn said, pointing out the door. "I don't know where Willow is. I haven't seen her for a few days."
"Really?"
"Yeah, she said she had to work on something," Dawn supplied. "Just hope she's not using magicks to do it."
"What do you mean?" Angel asked concerned.
"She has an addiction," Dawn calmly explained. "She' trying to quit."
"I know how that feels," Angel sighed. "Poor girl."
"You know how it feels to be addicted to magic?" Damn asked.
"Something like that," Angel said, trying to make her understand without spelling it out.
"I don't get it."
"Blood, Dawn," Angel sighed, exasperated. "It's addicting."
"Oh," Dawn laughed nervously. "Sorry."
Angel shook his head, slightly amused, slightly annoyed, and walked back out to talk to Tara and, maybe Willow.
* * * * *
{{{{ Buffy threw the pink tank top over her shoulder, deciding it was too girly. She really was never into all the girly stuff, even if she claimed to be. Sure, she liked dresses and make-up, and every now and then, it was nice to look extra beautiful, but other than that. She leaned more to the boy's styles.
She picked up the black sweater, pulled it on and reached down to grab the jacket on the floor. It was leather and it smelled of spices and rain, just like---
-"You still my girl?"-
-"Maybe I like you."-
-"I love you. I try not to but I can't stop."-
-"Am I thing worth saving? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone."-
-"I never said I was your friend."-
-"Keep it; looks better on you."-
-"We'll just end up hurting each other again."-
"NO!" Buffy screamed, dropping the jacket. "No stop!"
-"I can handle the neediness."-
-"I'm sorry."-
-"I'm not going to say goodbye."-
-"You could never be boring, not even if you tried."-
"Please stop," Buffy whimpered as the wave of his voice continued to pound her.
-"I love you."-
"STOP!" Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs, alerting Joyce and Hank who had just pulle dup in the driveway. They both headed straight to the house.
* * * * *
Angel knocked hesitantly on the door he remembered was Willow's, hoping both or one of the Wiccan women would answer. Willow's red hair flashed in front of him as she flung the door open.
"Willow-," Angel started but was cut off as she replied.
"I'm sorry, I'm real busy," Willow breathed. "I've almost figure this out and-,"
"Ok, that's fine," Angel said. "Where's Tara then?"
"Behind you," Willow pointed. "Hi Tara, bye Tara."
Angel watched as she closed the door hurriedly, and then turned around to face Tara. He was about to say something, but was again interrupted by someone else's voice. Except this time, it was almost welcome.
Screams were coming from Buffy's room.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This looks like a good place to stop tonight---
I write, you read, you review, I write more.
PS. Has anyone figured out what's happening when the two Buffy's cross over? Awards to anyone who has.
PSS. I know, longer chapters, but somehow, I can't seem to do that with Buffy fics--- others are fine and I can make them longer--- go figure.
