I actually posted something. Hurray! I didn't think I would have the
time for it but I did. This chapter might be a bit confusing but all you
really need to know is that after the ------- means that someone else's
point of view is written below. I only did Buffy's thoughts as first
person though. 170017
"Sign right here Ms. Summers" Hamilton says to me directing my glance downwards at the spot where he wants me to sign. Is this right? Should I really do this? Will this help? Of course it will but is it going to hurt more in the end? This is a trap. I know that, he knows that, but Angel and his allies will die if I don't. Not only them but everyone. This isn't just a battle... it's an apocalypse. I hold the pen tightly between my fingers. It slowly descends hitting the page with a silent tick. I move my pen as I create the name that I have known my entire life to be mine (Buffy Summers). I look back up locking my eyes with his. He smiles, looking truly pleased, "Rightieo well now that that's all settled I'll be leaving you. Well for now anyway." Hamilton backs up a few steps boring into me, but then turns and proceeds out of the building. I watch him until the stairs and then turn back towards the window.
I look down and search for any fighting or demonic activity. None! I think I did it. I hope I did. But what have I done in return? Could this all have been prevented? Will this mess up something more than just myself? Yes, I know it will; not only me but also everyone that I've ever truly been close to. My friends, romantic interests and most importantly my sister. This would be very hard on her, and I wouldn't even be able to help her through it. I was her only real family left and now as they all had, I had left her. My eyes tear up as I tare my eyes away from the streets.
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Angel was in the middle of a fight, as the demon he had been taking on became non-corporeal. It's body looked whole so Angel swung his fist at it but it went right through as the demon further dissolved. It disappeared entirely leaving Angel quite confused. He turned around looking for another to take this ones place but found the streets oddly disserted. He walked back to the alley that Gunn; Illyria, Spike and him had begun in and looked for his other companions. If they were alive they would end up here eventually.
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(Buffy's perspective again)
I run. Not to any place but just away. I need to escape. I need somewhere to go. Where? I don't know. I can't leave for Rome and I don't know anyone here. Well that's not true I know my father. Although I couldn't go to him... if I were to see him and he just happened to talk to Dawn, this plan would all go badly. Very, very badly. I hurtle down the stairs that Hamilton had just crossed, bawling now and feeling desperate. I keep going as I leave the W&H building that I had just sold everything to.
This was the exact reason I didn't trust Angel and his gang to work here. I knew that they couldn't control everything that they did here. I knew it, I just should have told them before. Before what, I asked my sub- conscience? Before Illyria came? Before Gunn was sent into a hell dimension or whatever they called it? Before I heard about that stupid cult thing that would ultimately be Angel's downfall? I caused all this just as much as W&H. I could have phoned. I could have tried to help. But that was the reason I was here now, helping. I was just too late for that.
I find the street awakening as I run through it. People coming out of their houses to check their new LA. It's just the same as before except I think it's more mature. It's been through a lot in its life. It has seen so much. Even before it was named. I don't know where I'm running but my feet seem to. They move at a steady rhythm to somewhere that feels safe to them. Somewhere that they know will have care for them and that will listen to them. Well not really my feet but me.
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After a while the other three members who were left of Angel's gang came to the alley in a clump. Angel guessed that they were all fighting near each other helping out each other as best as they could.
"What happened?" Gunn asked Angel searching his face for an answer. Hoping that the world was safe and that they could maybe, just maybe carry on. Live a true life; one filled with happiness and simple tasks. He knew that it wouldn't all work out but he would hope for it.
"I have no idea, they just disappeared," Angel replied as he looked at Gunn. He was in bad condition. Blood was pouring out of some fresh wounds. He would need some medical care, and soon!
"Well I have a pretty good idea that Wolfram and Hart are behind it," Spike stated. Who else, he thought?
"At least we're all alright," Gunn added looking from one to the other. It seemed that he was in the worst shape.
"Wolfram and Hart will have things planned for us. They know what we have done and won't just let us continue. If we want to get out of this alive we better leave. Is there any place where there would be more warriors or protectors?" asked Illyria steely. She had wanted to conduct more violent actions but now would have to suffer her inner troubles.
Spike turned to Angel an idea planted on his thoughts. Angel understanding immediately nodded. "We should head to Rome," Spike suggested.
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(And again to Buffy's thought's)
I think I knew on some level that I would always come back here. I look at the apartment building that now looms in front of me. Back to him, but I never knew that it would be right now. I hope that he can save me. Help me tell the people I love what has happened. I know he can't not really but the hope that I feel for this is enough to make me stop crying if only for a few seconds.
Thank you for reading! 170017
"Sign right here Ms. Summers" Hamilton says to me directing my glance downwards at the spot where he wants me to sign. Is this right? Should I really do this? Will this help? Of course it will but is it going to hurt more in the end? This is a trap. I know that, he knows that, but Angel and his allies will die if I don't. Not only them but everyone. This isn't just a battle... it's an apocalypse. I hold the pen tightly between my fingers. It slowly descends hitting the page with a silent tick. I move my pen as I create the name that I have known my entire life to be mine (Buffy Summers). I look back up locking my eyes with his. He smiles, looking truly pleased, "Rightieo well now that that's all settled I'll be leaving you. Well for now anyway." Hamilton backs up a few steps boring into me, but then turns and proceeds out of the building. I watch him until the stairs and then turn back towards the window.
I look down and search for any fighting or demonic activity. None! I think I did it. I hope I did. But what have I done in return? Could this all have been prevented? Will this mess up something more than just myself? Yes, I know it will; not only me but also everyone that I've ever truly been close to. My friends, romantic interests and most importantly my sister. This would be very hard on her, and I wouldn't even be able to help her through it. I was her only real family left and now as they all had, I had left her. My eyes tear up as I tare my eyes away from the streets.
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Angel was in the middle of a fight, as the demon he had been taking on became non-corporeal. It's body looked whole so Angel swung his fist at it but it went right through as the demon further dissolved. It disappeared entirely leaving Angel quite confused. He turned around looking for another to take this ones place but found the streets oddly disserted. He walked back to the alley that Gunn; Illyria, Spike and him had begun in and looked for his other companions. If they were alive they would end up here eventually.
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(Buffy's perspective again)
I run. Not to any place but just away. I need to escape. I need somewhere to go. Where? I don't know. I can't leave for Rome and I don't know anyone here. Well that's not true I know my father. Although I couldn't go to him... if I were to see him and he just happened to talk to Dawn, this plan would all go badly. Very, very badly. I hurtle down the stairs that Hamilton had just crossed, bawling now and feeling desperate. I keep going as I leave the W&H building that I had just sold everything to.
This was the exact reason I didn't trust Angel and his gang to work here. I knew that they couldn't control everything that they did here. I knew it, I just should have told them before. Before what, I asked my sub- conscience? Before Illyria came? Before Gunn was sent into a hell dimension or whatever they called it? Before I heard about that stupid cult thing that would ultimately be Angel's downfall? I caused all this just as much as W&H. I could have phoned. I could have tried to help. But that was the reason I was here now, helping. I was just too late for that.
I find the street awakening as I run through it. People coming out of their houses to check their new LA. It's just the same as before except I think it's more mature. It's been through a lot in its life. It has seen so much. Even before it was named. I don't know where I'm running but my feet seem to. They move at a steady rhythm to somewhere that feels safe to them. Somewhere that they know will have care for them and that will listen to them. Well not really my feet but me.
-------
After a while the other three members who were left of Angel's gang came to the alley in a clump. Angel guessed that they were all fighting near each other helping out each other as best as they could.
"What happened?" Gunn asked Angel searching his face for an answer. Hoping that the world was safe and that they could maybe, just maybe carry on. Live a true life; one filled with happiness and simple tasks. He knew that it wouldn't all work out but he would hope for it.
"I have no idea, they just disappeared," Angel replied as he looked at Gunn. He was in bad condition. Blood was pouring out of some fresh wounds. He would need some medical care, and soon!
"Well I have a pretty good idea that Wolfram and Hart are behind it," Spike stated. Who else, he thought?
"At least we're all alright," Gunn added looking from one to the other. It seemed that he was in the worst shape.
"Wolfram and Hart will have things planned for us. They know what we have done and won't just let us continue. If we want to get out of this alive we better leave. Is there any place where there would be more warriors or protectors?" asked Illyria steely. She had wanted to conduct more violent actions but now would have to suffer her inner troubles.
Spike turned to Angel an idea planted on his thoughts. Angel understanding immediately nodded. "We should head to Rome," Spike suggested.
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(And again to Buffy's thought's)
I think I knew on some level that I would always come back here. I look at the apartment building that now looms in front of me. Back to him, but I never knew that it would be right now. I hope that he can save me. Help me tell the people I love what has happened. I know he can't not really but the hope that I feel for this is enough to make me stop crying if only for a few seconds.
Thank you for reading! 170017