TITLE: Escape
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: eternity4ever218@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
TIMELINE: S6 S3
DISTRUBUTION: Have it, but tell me first
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Some Angst, but happy ending
FEEDBACK: Please, it would encourage me to on keep posting
RATING: Some cursing, nothing that bad
Part 5
He said he loved me, but he still lied. How can you have a relationship without honesty?
"Buffy, please," he begs silently.
But I don't care. Right now I want to kill myself again.
"So tell me," I say, in a sing song voice, "How long? Human, must be new to you. Oh, I sure wish you enjoy your freedom. Oh and how is your happiness going?"
I can't help but yell. And I'm angry. I see hurt and pain and. fear. Fear. Why the hell is he scared? Because he is a weak little being who can't fight. God.
"Buffy, please let me explain."
My eyes are raining with tears as I look at him.
"Explain. Funny. Very funny. Explain. Explain what! That you're human. That you didn't have the decency to tell me. Guess not!" I scream, shout, yell, screech.
Anything to show him the pain I am feeling. And I was stupid enough to think that Angel would take all my pain away. How dumb was I? But I forgot one thing. Angel was the master of all my pain. He ruled it! He mastered it! All my pain, hate and fear, he made it! But if I am going to be truthful to myself, he invented my love and passion. Still.
"Buffy. Baby, please," he says.
That voice is so new now. I keep thinking how he lives, eats, sleeps, dresses. I bet he wears jeans and colors.
"*When did it happen?*" I hiss, shooting daggers towards him.
He looks down and I know I'm right. He has been like this for a while.
"Four months," he whispers. "Why?"
"They thought Connor should have a human father. Not a vampire."
I stare. And for the third time today I am very confused. Who is Connor? Father?
"What?" I say confused.
He looks at me and sighs and I wonder what big tale he is going to tell me now.
"Connor. Connor was- is my son," He says, looking anywhere but me.
He looks like he is deep in thought, like it really bothered him, or something was anyway.
"So you adopted a son or something?"
I laugh at him. 'Some who can give you children.' That's what he said *to Me.* When he broke up *with Me.* I'm angry. I'm *so* angry.
"Actually. Connor, he is uh mine"
And I swear I would have dropped down and died if wasn't *that* curious to find out how it happened. It doesn't mean I'm not mad just curious. But still mad. And who the hell is the mother? Not aloud any moments of happiness, REMEBER! So how the hell does Angel have a son? See what I mean, curious. I stare at him waiting for an explanation. And he is still starring at the floor like a little boy who had been caught doing something wrong. And now I'm just getting a bit impatient
"Well?" I say.
Crossing my arms expectedly. He looks at me eyes for a second then looks away.
"Last year uh I uh will you see. Wolfram and Hart will uh-"
But I stop him and his terribly, pathetic speaking of English. Who could blame him he was born in Ireland then went to Italy, France, England, Spain, China, and Romania. But still he has been in the US for hundred plus years and he should know English by now. He was in England so he should have *very* good proper grammar, look at Giles and all those stupid Watcher Council people.
"Angel, get on with the story. And speak like a two hundred fifty six year old vampire, or human and not an eight year old boy."
He turns red slightly and I notice other things about him that I just didn't notice before, maybe I was to busy being *insane.*
"Sorry I uh. sorry," But I glare at him and he begins, "Last year an evil law firm brought back Darla," I gasp slightly and nod for him to continue, "They brought her back to drive me insane, to bring back Angelus."
This time I shiver. Angelus was just not my favorite demon. Angel looks at me for a second, and then he continues.
"When she first came back she didn't care about anything. Four hundred years of torturing, killing people eventually got to her. It was like a button that got switched on. And when it did, everything happened at once. She had just found out that she was dying of the same disease she was dying of back then. Syphilis. She didn't want to die so she asked me to turn her. I just couldn't. I did everything in my power to so she could live a full life."
I see him wince a bit and I can't help but wonder what he did. Would he have given his life for her? But this is Angel. He would give his life for anything good expect for maybe Spike. But Spike isn't exactly good. But he isn't bad either. He is just. and now I'm thinking, why the hell am I sticking up for SPIKE! And before I could go on BROODING (Me brooding, I think my one hour with Angel is wearing off on me) Angel continues his story.
"She finally expected that she would die, but when she did that's when Drusilla came and sired her. From there on it went downhill. I just wanted all my pain to go away. Everything I did seemed wrong. Nothing seemed to go right, so I just gave up and she was there. She was convenient. So I slept with her." He looked at me for a second, but I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
I wanted to slap him and run, but because I had no idea where we are I didn't. So I stayed. But that didn't mean I couldn't give him a *nice* time about what he had told me. I'm going to get a happy out of this.
TBC
AUTHOR: Danielle
E-MAIL: eternity4ever218@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: All Joss Whedon's
TIMELINE: S6 S3
DISTRUBUTION: Have it, but tell me first
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Some Angst, but happy ending
FEEDBACK: Please, it would encourage me to on keep posting
RATING: Some cursing, nothing that bad
Part 5
He said he loved me, but he still lied. How can you have a relationship without honesty?
"Buffy, please," he begs silently.
But I don't care. Right now I want to kill myself again.
"So tell me," I say, in a sing song voice, "How long? Human, must be new to you. Oh, I sure wish you enjoy your freedom. Oh and how is your happiness going?"
I can't help but yell. And I'm angry. I see hurt and pain and. fear. Fear. Why the hell is he scared? Because he is a weak little being who can't fight. God.
"Buffy, please let me explain."
My eyes are raining with tears as I look at him.
"Explain. Funny. Very funny. Explain. Explain what! That you're human. That you didn't have the decency to tell me. Guess not!" I scream, shout, yell, screech.
Anything to show him the pain I am feeling. And I was stupid enough to think that Angel would take all my pain away. How dumb was I? But I forgot one thing. Angel was the master of all my pain. He ruled it! He mastered it! All my pain, hate and fear, he made it! But if I am going to be truthful to myself, he invented my love and passion. Still.
"Buffy. Baby, please," he says.
That voice is so new now. I keep thinking how he lives, eats, sleeps, dresses. I bet he wears jeans and colors.
"*When did it happen?*" I hiss, shooting daggers towards him.
He looks down and I know I'm right. He has been like this for a while.
"Four months," he whispers. "Why?"
"They thought Connor should have a human father. Not a vampire."
I stare. And for the third time today I am very confused. Who is Connor? Father?
"What?" I say confused.
He looks at me and sighs and I wonder what big tale he is going to tell me now.
"Connor. Connor was- is my son," He says, looking anywhere but me.
He looks like he is deep in thought, like it really bothered him, or something was anyway.
"So you adopted a son or something?"
I laugh at him. 'Some who can give you children.' That's what he said *to Me.* When he broke up *with Me.* I'm angry. I'm *so* angry.
"Actually. Connor, he is uh mine"
And I swear I would have dropped down and died if wasn't *that* curious to find out how it happened. It doesn't mean I'm not mad just curious. But still mad. And who the hell is the mother? Not aloud any moments of happiness, REMEBER! So how the hell does Angel have a son? See what I mean, curious. I stare at him waiting for an explanation. And he is still starring at the floor like a little boy who had been caught doing something wrong. And now I'm just getting a bit impatient
"Well?" I say.
Crossing my arms expectedly. He looks at me eyes for a second then looks away.
"Last year uh I uh will you see. Wolfram and Hart will uh-"
But I stop him and his terribly, pathetic speaking of English. Who could blame him he was born in Ireland then went to Italy, France, England, Spain, China, and Romania. But still he has been in the US for hundred plus years and he should know English by now. He was in England so he should have *very* good proper grammar, look at Giles and all those stupid Watcher Council people.
"Angel, get on with the story. And speak like a two hundred fifty six year old vampire, or human and not an eight year old boy."
He turns red slightly and I notice other things about him that I just didn't notice before, maybe I was to busy being *insane.*
"Sorry I uh. sorry," But I glare at him and he begins, "Last year an evil law firm brought back Darla," I gasp slightly and nod for him to continue, "They brought her back to drive me insane, to bring back Angelus."
This time I shiver. Angelus was just not my favorite demon. Angel looks at me for a second, and then he continues.
"When she first came back she didn't care about anything. Four hundred years of torturing, killing people eventually got to her. It was like a button that got switched on. And when it did, everything happened at once. She had just found out that she was dying of the same disease she was dying of back then. Syphilis. She didn't want to die so she asked me to turn her. I just couldn't. I did everything in my power to so she could live a full life."
I see him wince a bit and I can't help but wonder what he did. Would he have given his life for her? But this is Angel. He would give his life for anything good expect for maybe Spike. But Spike isn't exactly good. But he isn't bad either. He is just. and now I'm thinking, why the hell am I sticking up for SPIKE! And before I could go on BROODING (Me brooding, I think my one hour with Angel is wearing off on me) Angel continues his story.
"She finally expected that she would die, but when she did that's when Drusilla came and sired her. From there on it went downhill. I just wanted all my pain to go away. Everything I did seemed wrong. Nothing seemed to go right, so I just gave up and she was there. She was convenient. So I slept with her." He looked at me for a second, but I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
I wanted to slap him and run, but because I had no idea where we are I didn't. So I stayed. But that didn't mean I couldn't give him a *nice* time about what he had told me. I'm going to get a happy out of this.
TBC