AN: And here we are again. If you're thinking, something is about to
happen, then you are right! The happy life as Will and Buffy knew it, will
soon be over. (and that's a summary lol !)
Chapter 16
The alley was dark, but the young man needed it that way. He slipped alongside the walls of the surrounding buildings. It was a schoolnight, but he didn't want to take any risks. The last thing he needed was witnesses.
"No more heroes anymore, no more heroes. . ."
William singsonged softly to himself, feeling just great. How long was it since he had moved to the US? Why didn't he think of it sooner? He had met two fabulous women in the short time he had been here. His school results were okay, and he had made a few great friends. Only Dru. . . he hadn't treated her well.
"I have to apologize." He muttered. That was what he was going to do the next. Say he was sorry and that he still felt he was right. She had to move on or she'd never be happy. Like he was hoping to be. . . hopefully with Buffy. If she kept wanting him, because he was afraid that Buffy was becoming popular again. And with that she would loose intrest in ihm and eventually forget William all together. He refused to think about it any longer, shaking his darkening mood from him.
"Bollocks, I walked too far."
Lost in his thoughts he had passed the street where his uncle lived. He was about to turn when he saw someone in the shadows coming towards him.
"What's wrong, man? Lost your way?"
The one person he never wanted to see again. He didn't answer and kept on walking.
"You're not even decent enough to talk to people, is that it? Let me tell you something, Englishman, your talking days are over!"
With that Angel pulled the gun out of his pocket. He had kept it well- hidden, so that nobody would notice it on him.
"Fuck mate, put that thing away!"
Instinctively William made himself as small as possible, but his rival followed closely. Angel fired three shots and then just ran. Once home he dismantled the gun and threw it in a lake nearby. He washed his hands over and over again until he was sure there was no trace of blood on them. And then he remembered something.
"Shit! If he ever wakes up. . . I have to know if he's dead."
Angel had no idea if his victim was dead. He couldn't risk going back to the alley, they might have found him already, they might have found him already. So Angel did everything as usual and crawled into bed.
William slowly and painfully. He immediately longed for the blackness that had let him forget the pain. He was quite sure he was bleeding, but he couldn't tell from where. His hands, covered in blood and dirt were powerless and all his attempts to press himself up were to no vail. So he tried his last resort.
"Help! Man shot! I've been shot! Help!"
It seemed nobody heard him, or wanted to hear him. He knew a dark alley was the last place someone wanted to be, but he needed help, damned. He fell unconscious from the pain.
A few hours after the sun was up Angel walked to a shop to buy a newspaper. He was relieved to see there was no article about a young man found dead or wounded. William would be dead by now and if that bitch Buffy kept her mouth shut, no one would suspect him.
In the alley a worker of a restaurant took the trash out. He noticed the blonde hair and black coat and stepped to the supposed drunk.
"Hey! Wake up, man and go sleep somewhere else. This is a nice neighboorhoud."
When the drunk didn't react, he tipped the man over none too gently, with his foot. It was only then he saw the T-shirt covered in blood.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
Panicked he dialled 911 and explained to the paramedics that there was a man with gunshot wounds on his doorstep.
Buffy felt great, she had slept wonderfully for the first time in months. It was thanks to Will, who was posing as her big protector. She smiled at the memory of his boyish grin. Suddenly the bell rang.
"Who's that so early?"
At her doorstep stood two people from school. She didn't know them well, they had been the wrong crowd to hang with. But William had told her they were his friends.
"Hey Xander, Willow; What can I do for you?"
"We thought you wanted to hear this," Willow said sadly. She was still angry at Buffy, but her grief came first now. "William is in the hospital. . . He has been shot."
Chapter 16
The alley was dark, but the young man needed it that way. He slipped alongside the walls of the surrounding buildings. It was a schoolnight, but he didn't want to take any risks. The last thing he needed was witnesses.
"No more heroes anymore, no more heroes. . ."
William singsonged softly to himself, feeling just great. How long was it since he had moved to the US? Why didn't he think of it sooner? He had met two fabulous women in the short time he had been here. His school results were okay, and he had made a few great friends. Only Dru. . . he hadn't treated her well.
"I have to apologize." He muttered. That was what he was going to do the next. Say he was sorry and that he still felt he was right. She had to move on or she'd never be happy. Like he was hoping to be. . . hopefully with Buffy. If she kept wanting him, because he was afraid that Buffy was becoming popular again. And with that she would loose intrest in ihm and eventually forget William all together. He refused to think about it any longer, shaking his darkening mood from him.
"Bollocks, I walked too far."
Lost in his thoughts he had passed the street where his uncle lived. He was about to turn when he saw someone in the shadows coming towards him.
"What's wrong, man? Lost your way?"
The one person he never wanted to see again. He didn't answer and kept on walking.
"You're not even decent enough to talk to people, is that it? Let me tell you something, Englishman, your talking days are over!"
With that Angel pulled the gun out of his pocket. He had kept it well- hidden, so that nobody would notice it on him.
"Fuck mate, put that thing away!"
Instinctively William made himself as small as possible, but his rival followed closely. Angel fired three shots and then just ran. Once home he dismantled the gun and threw it in a lake nearby. He washed his hands over and over again until he was sure there was no trace of blood on them. And then he remembered something.
"Shit! If he ever wakes up. . . I have to know if he's dead."
Angel had no idea if his victim was dead. He couldn't risk going back to the alley, they might have found him already, they might have found him already. So Angel did everything as usual and crawled into bed.
William slowly and painfully. He immediately longed for the blackness that had let him forget the pain. He was quite sure he was bleeding, but he couldn't tell from where. His hands, covered in blood and dirt were powerless and all his attempts to press himself up were to no vail. So he tried his last resort.
"Help! Man shot! I've been shot! Help!"
It seemed nobody heard him, or wanted to hear him. He knew a dark alley was the last place someone wanted to be, but he needed help, damned. He fell unconscious from the pain.
A few hours after the sun was up Angel walked to a shop to buy a newspaper. He was relieved to see there was no article about a young man found dead or wounded. William would be dead by now and if that bitch Buffy kept her mouth shut, no one would suspect him.
In the alley a worker of a restaurant took the trash out. He noticed the blonde hair and black coat and stepped to the supposed drunk.
"Hey! Wake up, man and go sleep somewhere else. This is a nice neighboorhoud."
When the drunk didn't react, he tipped the man over none too gently, with his foot. It was only then he saw the T-shirt covered in blood.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
Panicked he dialled 911 and explained to the paramedics that there was a man with gunshot wounds on his doorstep.
Buffy felt great, she had slept wonderfully for the first time in months. It was thanks to Will, who was posing as her big protector. She smiled at the memory of his boyish grin. Suddenly the bell rang.
"Who's that so early?"
At her doorstep stood two people from school. She didn't know them well, they had been the wrong crowd to hang with. But William had told her they were his friends.
"Hey Xander, Willow; What can I do for you?"
"We thought you wanted to hear this," Willow said sadly. She was still angry at Buffy, but her grief came first now. "William is in the hospital. . . He has been shot."