Kat461: Thanks for the advice... I've only been writing fan fiction for a
couple of months and don't always know what is too much.
Urangel: oh I promise oodles and oodles of B/A lovin' to come... but first comes anguish ( sry
Tariq, Katie, Meghan, Anx, Lilchick08: I'm glad you like it continue to read it please!
Buffy Fan: I know I'm sorry about not explain... it was a poor excuse for a chapter and I apologize...
b/a always: I'm sry... the story does have hints of b/s... which I hate... but it needs anguish... I hope you like what's to come though!
Broken, Biscuit: Angel is coming!!! And thank you fellow Cordy Bashers... I am glad there are some out there; they are somewhat sparse and hard to come by with all the C/A's (Dare I say it) out there. I glad you like the story though and hope you continue to read it.
I am so sorry for the extremely long wait... but I was just so busy and I hope to start keeping up with all my stories now that I have more free time for my fanfic. I apologize for my last chapter... nothing good happened ::I drop my head in shame:: I hope I can somehow make up for it in this chapter! Please review... I'll have more motivation this time I promise!!!
Okay so on to the story...
Chapter 3
Scene 1
Angel (Past Angel) ran, he ran so that he could possibly forget what just happened. Buffy kissing Spike. He cringed even thinking about it... it was blasphemy to his heart.
He ran to his only home without a part of regret, at least from what he remembered.
Angel entered to what seemed like the only thing familiar to him since he woke up from the docks that morning. His apartment hadn't changed but was changed... just like everything else in this world.
Although it was exactly the same as he remembered, there was a noticeable change, on everything lied a layer of dust untouched for several years. He found it strange, but then again everything was strange, so how did he expect anything different.
He walked through room and noticed on his bed, there was a smell, unique and distinctive. His second thought trailed to the look of the bed and detected the lack of dust. Sitting down on the bed, he felt a warm sense of comfort but at the same time sorrow and despair.
The truth came to him suddenly as he jolted his head up. The distinctive smell, and familiar scent all led to one thing, one person, Buffy. Buffy had been there, on his bed, just recently. Lying down on the bed he could still taste the salt that escaped with her tears onto the pillow. The tears that belonged to the Buffy who lay on his bed were not belonging to the Buffy that he met just hours ago but the Buffy that he knew, cared for, and loved.
Just as Angel had finished his thought and began coming up with a plan to find his Buffy, the door to his apartment slammed open.
"There you are where the hell have you been!" screamed a very frustrated woman and unfamiliar people behind.
Scene 2
Buffy, startled from the entrance of Angel, could speak no words. 'Did he just see me kiss Spike? Oh this won't go over big. And how embarrassing this is, to be seen with him, a monster with no remorse with no capability of love, no this won't go over big at all...'
Angel ran out the door, almost sunrise and he was running outside.
"Dammit! See what you did!" referring to Spike. Buffy screamed trying to blame anyone but herself for her frequent mistakes.
Spikes confused face to her reaction only made matters worse, so she did the only thing that a girl can do in her dilemma, she punched Spike in the face.
"What in the bloody hell!" Spike yelled as he hunched over in pain grabbing his nose. "This is the kind of treatment I get at the Summer's home! Bloody beatin' twice, I am never coming back!"
"Is that a promise?" Buffy quipped as she ran out the door trying to think of the place Angel might have gone to.
Scene 3
Angel (now angel) pulls into the Summer driveway and pauses a moment before entering Buffy's house. He hadn't seen her in ages, and although he had gotten over her with Cordelia... the first love is never unloved.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and made it up to her front door. When he reached the door he noticed the slightest opening... the door hadn't been shut and he expected the worst.
"Buffy?" Angel asked as he ventured in through her living room and eventually to her kitchen. He noticed a struggle from the broken table and flower plant...
'Oh crap, I'm too late!' He thought in defeat. 'She needed me here.'
A loud crash was heard from the basement and Angel rushed down to see if it was Buffy or an enemy.
Almost tripping down the stairs because his body was moving faster than his legs he discovered something unexpected, very unexpected. Impossible actually.
"It's you..." Angel said trying to show courage but letting out fear between the words.
"I'm back!"
Okay its short I know but the shorter it is the more frequent updates... I hoped you liked it... review please
Urangel: oh I promise oodles and oodles of B/A lovin' to come... but first comes anguish ( sry
Tariq, Katie, Meghan, Anx, Lilchick08: I'm glad you like it continue to read it please!
Buffy Fan: I know I'm sorry about not explain... it was a poor excuse for a chapter and I apologize...
b/a always: I'm sry... the story does have hints of b/s... which I hate... but it needs anguish... I hope you like what's to come though!
Broken, Biscuit: Angel is coming!!! And thank you fellow Cordy Bashers... I am glad there are some out there; they are somewhat sparse and hard to come by with all the C/A's (Dare I say it) out there. I glad you like the story though and hope you continue to read it.
I am so sorry for the extremely long wait... but I was just so busy and I hope to start keeping up with all my stories now that I have more free time for my fanfic. I apologize for my last chapter... nothing good happened ::I drop my head in shame:: I hope I can somehow make up for it in this chapter! Please review... I'll have more motivation this time I promise!!!
Okay so on to the story...
Chapter 3
Scene 1
Angel (Past Angel) ran, he ran so that he could possibly forget what just happened. Buffy kissing Spike. He cringed even thinking about it... it was blasphemy to his heart.
He ran to his only home without a part of regret, at least from what he remembered.
Angel entered to what seemed like the only thing familiar to him since he woke up from the docks that morning. His apartment hadn't changed but was changed... just like everything else in this world.
Although it was exactly the same as he remembered, there was a noticeable change, on everything lied a layer of dust untouched for several years. He found it strange, but then again everything was strange, so how did he expect anything different.
He walked through room and noticed on his bed, there was a smell, unique and distinctive. His second thought trailed to the look of the bed and detected the lack of dust. Sitting down on the bed, he felt a warm sense of comfort but at the same time sorrow and despair.
The truth came to him suddenly as he jolted his head up. The distinctive smell, and familiar scent all led to one thing, one person, Buffy. Buffy had been there, on his bed, just recently. Lying down on the bed he could still taste the salt that escaped with her tears onto the pillow. The tears that belonged to the Buffy who lay on his bed were not belonging to the Buffy that he met just hours ago but the Buffy that he knew, cared for, and loved.
Just as Angel had finished his thought and began coming up with a plan to find his Buffy, the door to his apartment slammed open.
"There you are where the hell have you been!" screamed a very frustrated woman and unfamiliar people behind.
Scene 2
Buffy, startled from the entrance of Angel, could speak no words. 'Did he just see me kiss Spike? Oh this won't go over big. And how embarrassing this is, to be seen with him, a monster with no remorse with no capability of love, no this won't go over big at all...'
Angel ran out the door, almost sunrise and he was running outside.
"Dammit! See what you did!" referring to Spike. Buffy screamed trying to blame anyone but herself for her frequent mistakes.
Spikes confused face to her reaction only made matters worse, so she did the only thing that a girl can do in her dilemma, she punched Spike in the face.
"What in the bloody hell!" Spike yelled as he hunched over in pain grabbing his nose. "This is the kind of treatment I get at the Summer's home! Bloody beatin' twice, I am never coming back!"
"Is that a promise?" Buffy quipped as she ran out the door trying to think of the place Angel might have gone to.
Scene 3
Angel (now angel) pulls into the Summer driveway and pauses a moment before entering Buffy's house. He hadn't seen her in ages, and although he had gotten over her with Cordelia... the first love is never unloved.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and made it up to her front door. When he reached the door he noticed the slightest opening... the door hadn't been shut and he expected the worst.
"Buffy?" Angel asked as he ventured in through her living room and eventually to her kitchen. He noticed a struggle from the broken table and flower plant...
'Oh crap, I'm too late!' He thought in defeat. 'She needed me here.'
A loud crash was heard from the basement and Angel rushed down to see if it was Buffy or an enemy.
Almost tripping down the stairs because his body was moving faster than his legs he discovered something unexpected, very unexpected. Impossible actually.
"It's you..." Angel said trying to show courage but letting out fear between the words.
"I'm back!"
Okay its short I know but the shorter it is the more frequent updates... I hoped you liked it... review please