Title: Judgement
Email: buffsummers@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters
Rating: PG-13
Thank you for the review!
Song lyrics: 'Haunted' by Evanescence.
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Chapter Three: The Nightmare Begins
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"Oh my god! Angel! Are you all right?" Willow cried, running into the room. She ran over to where Angel lay crying on the floor. Angel didn't move. He just lay on the floor, trembling. "Angel?" As soon as he heard his name he looked up at Willow.
"I'm fine, Willow," he said. Willow looked dubiously at Angel.
"Well you don't exactly look FINE, Angel," Willow pointed out.
"I'M FINE," Angel said in a very serious and determined voice, getting up. As soon as he was up the stalked across the room and ploughed easily through the others, who had curiously gathered around to see what was going on. After a moment of awkward silence, Dawn spoke up,
"He's really taking it hard, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he really is," Gunn answered looking worriedly after Angel.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Dawn asked anxiously. Giles looked down at Dawn affectionately.
"I'm sure he will. He just needs some time."
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**Long lost words whisper slowly to me
still can't find what keeps me here
when all this time i've been so hollow inside
i know you're still there**
Angel lay in his bed, tossing and turning and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get her image out of his mind. It was like she was haunting him. Wherever she was he knew he would never forget.
*Forever. That's the whole point*
He remembered the time he said that. He wasn't with her, but they still had their strong connection. In some ways he hoped the connection would break so he wouldn't have to suffer so much. But a part of him didn't want the connection to break so he would never forget. But he doubted that would ever happen.
*I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget*
Angel would never forget that day. Even though it really didn't exist. Sometimes he wished he could take it all back. He wanted so much to share that day with her again.
After many hours of tossing and turning, Angel finally fell into a troubled sleep.
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*Angel's POV*
I open my eyes suddenly. Where am I? It's so dark... A light just flashed before my eyes and then disappeared...what was that?
I started walking around, trying to get a feel for this place. It's so strange. Yet...familiar somehow. Like I've been here before.
There it was again. That strange feeling; like I'm being watched. I look around to see if I can find a clue to where I am. It's still so dark. Even my eyes can't adjust to it well enough. I'm a vampire. What's going on?
I walk around a bit more, then I bump into a table. I hear it screech as it moves across the floor but then it hits something, or someone, solid.
"Don't tell me you don't recognise this place," a familiar voice said.
Wait a minute...was that...? No way. It couldn't be.
"Who are you?" I ask hesitantly.
"You don't recognise me? I'm gone for a few months and I'm already being forgotten. Isn't that terrible? You told me you would always love me. What will it be like in a couple of years?"
"B-Buffy?" I asked. Then suddenly at least two dozen candles lit up one after the other until the room was bathed in dim candlelight. And sure enough, stand in the centre of the room surrounded by candles...was Buffy. The mysterious surroundings he was in was nothing more but the mansion on Crawford Street.
"Right. Buffy. Remember? You're first love? Or did you forget? I supposed you've forgotten all about poor little Buffy and moved on to better things. For example...CORDELIA. Are you with HER now? You left me to be with Cordelia the saint?"
I'm shocked at what Buffy is saying. Me and Cordelia? How can she say these things? Cordelia is a friend to me and nothing more. I don't see her like that. It's always been Buffy. She thinks I love Cordelia but I don't know how I can persuade her otherwise. How do I say what I feel?
"Buffy...I don't think of Cordelia that way. I love you. I know sometimes it doesn't look that way, but-"
"But nothing!" she interrupts, "stop treating me like I'm some little girl! I know what I feel, and what I want!"
"And just what is that, Buffy?" I ask hopefully
"I know what you're thinking...and you're wrong. It's not you, and it never will be you. I brought you here to set that straight. I don't want you, Angel. I want somebody else. Somebody like Spike...Now you are going to forget about me and stop wishing that I'll come back. I like where I am. I don't intend to leave. You, and my whiney little 'friends', leave me alone! Move on! Because I never loved you..."
To be Continued...
Email: buffsummers@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters
Rating: PG-13
Thank you for the review!
Song lyrics: 'Haunted' by Evanescence.
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Chapter Three: The Nightmare Begins
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"Oh my god! Angel! Are you all right?" Willow cried, running into the room. She ran over to where Angel lay crying on the floor. Angel didn't move. He just lay on the floor, trembling. "Angel?" As soon as he heard his name he looked up at Willow.
"I'm fine, Willow," he said. Willow looked dubiously at Angel.
"Well you don't exactly look FINE, Angel," Willow pointed out.
"I'M FINE," Angel said in a very serious and determined voice, getting up. As soon as he was up the stalked across the room and ploughed easily through the others, who had curiously gathered around to see what was going on. After a moment of awkward silence, Dawn spoke up,
"He's really taking it hard, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he really is," Gunn answered looking worriedly after Angel.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Dawn asked anxiously. Giles looked down at Dawn affectionately.
"I'm sure he will. He just needs some time."
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**Long lost words whisper slowly to me
still can't find what keeps me here
when all this time i've been so hollow inside
i know you're still there**
Angel lay in his bed, tossing and turning and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get her image out of his mind. It was like she was haunting him. Wherever she was he knew he would never forget.
*Forever. That's the whole point*
He remembered the time he said that. He wasn't with her, but they still had their strong connection. In some ways he hoped the connection would break so he wouldn't have to suffer so much. But a part of him didn't want the connection to break so he would never forget. But he doubted that would ever happen.
*I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget*
Angel would never forget that day. Even though it really didn't exist. Sometimes he wished he could take it all back. He wanted so much to share that day with her again.
After many hours of tossing and turning, Angel finally fell into a troubled sleep.
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*Angel's POV*
I open my eyes suddenly. Where am I? It's so dark... A light just flashed before my eyes and then disappeared...what was that?
I started walking around, trying to get a feel for this place. It's so strange. Yet...familiar somehow. Like I've been here before.
There it was again. That strange feeling; like I'm being watched. I look around to see if I can find a clue to where I am. It's still so dark. Even my eyes can't adjust to it well enough. I'm a vampire. What's going on?
I walk around a bit more, then I bump into a table. I hear it screech as it moves across the floor but then it hits something, or someone, solid.
"Don't tell me you don't recognise this place," a familiar voice said.
Wait a minute...was that...? No way. It couldn't be.
"Who are you?" I ask hesitantly.
"You don't recognise me? I'm gone for a few months and I'm already being forgotten. Isn't that terrible? You told me you would always love me. What will it be like in a couple of years?"
"B-Buffy?" I asked. Then suddenly at least two dozen candles lit up one after the other until the room was bathed in dim candlelight. And sure enough, stand in the centre of the room surrounded by candles...was Buffy. The mysterious surroundings he was in was nothing more but the mansion on Crawford Street.
"Right. Buffy. Remember? You're first love? Or did you forget? I supposed you've forgotten all about poor little Buffy and moved on to better things. For example...CORDELIA. Are you with HER now? You left me to be with Cordelia the saint?"
I'm shocked at what Buffy is saying. Me and Cordelia? How can she say these things? Cordelia is a friend to me and nothing more. I don't see her like that. It's always been Buffy. She thinks I love Cordelia but I don't know how I can persuade her otherwise. How do I say what I feel?
"Buffy...I don't think of Cordelia that way. I love you. I know sometimes it doesn't look that way, but-"
"But nothing!" she interrupts, "stop treating me like I'm some little girl! I know what I feel, and what I want!"
"And just what is that, Buffy?" I ask hopefully
"I know what you're thinking...and you're wrong. It's not you, and it never will be you. I brought you here to set that straight. I don't want you, Angel. I want somebody else. Somebody like Spike...Now you are going to forget about me and stop wishing that I'll come back. I like where I am. I don't intend to leave. You, and my whiney little 'friends', leave me alone! Move on! Because I never loved you..."
To be Continued...