A/N Hullo and welcome to the longest (so far) story I've kept writing for a
period of time. Tank you to the four reviewers of the last chapter: Teisha,
Tariq, meg, and kittenish! I never expected four reviews for a chapter I
personally believed had the worst ending in the world.... Anyway on with what
ever else I need to be typing now....
Disclaimer: If I owned it, one: Buffy wouldn't be over, and Angel wouldn't have just one episode left....
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Buffy dear, what were you thinking, sneaking out of the house, and to go on a date with Angel no less? Good job, I commend you.
But It Feels So Right
Angel pulled his car up in front of Buffy's house, and looked over at her, but she was staring at her lap.
"See you tomorrow?" He asked, hoping she would look up at him.
No such luck.
"Unless my parents suddenly decide not to kill me, sure." She said, looking up at the house.
He followed her gaze to one of the windows, where the shadow forms of a man and a woman could be seen. And for the first time, he heard the muted sound of yelling, and realized what Buffy meant. Or at least he thought he did.
He took a deep breath, and put a hand on her knee, she looked over at him, and he could see fear present in her eyes. His expression changed, and he became concerned.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Nothing important, I'll just get yelled at, and yelled at some more, and maybe even grounded for longer than I am now. My dad will be really mad that I disobeyed him, really mad...." She said, with a little more fear in her voice than intended.
She didn't want Angel to think she was afraid to go into her own home, if he didn't already, but it was complicated for her. She could barely explain it to herself, let alone anyone else.
Angel stared at her for a second, "What do you mean really mad?"
Buffy hesitated, "Well, he just yells a lot, I really don't like getting yelled at."
He sighed, unfortunately she didn't trust him enough to tell him why she really didn't want to go back inside, and he probably wouldn't get her to.
"Ok, so I'll see you tomorrow then, I'm going to swing by, even if you don't want me to."
"Angel, you don't ha-"
"Yes I do." He told her, his tone telling her she couldn't win.
She sighed as he removed his hand from its resting place on her knee, and returned it to the steering wheel, then she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car.
He nodded at her, and she crossed her arms over her chest, "Bye...."
"See you." Angel replied, but he didn't move the car when she turned around to go into her house. He waited until she opened the door, and disappeared inside.
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Buffy looked around, she could hear her parent's yells from the bottom of the stairs, and to tell the truth, it scared her. She made her way up the stairs a silently as she could, hoping that her father wouldn't hear her, and reached her room without a problem.
She quietly closed the door, and leaned against it, but whatever secrecy she had thought she had had in getting in the house was false. Her door was forced open a second later by her father.
"And where exactly have you been, little lady?" he asked, obviously not caring what the answer was.
Buffy looked up at him, scared out of her mind, she knew what he was going to do, and she really didn't like the idea it.
"I'm waiting...."
"I w-was at the Bronze...." She said, her voice shaking.
"Really, and didn't your mother and I tell you no Bronze tonight?" He asked, with enough venom in his voice to kill a man.
"Y-yes...."
"So why did you go?"
"I-I had to...." She trailed off, knowing the answer would get her in even more trouble than she was already in.
"What was that?"
"I had to m-meet someone there...."
"Was it this Angel person?" He asked, his anger rising by the second.
"Y-yes?"
"Listen, I don't care who this girl is, or how popular she is, you are never to sneak out of this house, do I make myself clear?"
Buffy almost sighed with relief; her father didn't know Angel was a guy that just might save her, "Yes sir."
"Good, now as for you sneaking out in the first place...." He said, and Buffy knew their 'discussion' wasn't over....
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Angel sighed as he entered his house, and was greeted by an overly perky Spike.
"So.... How'd it go peaches." He asked, getting in Angel's face.
"Fine, go away." He told him annoyed.
"Oh, so it went that way, what did you screw up?" Spike asked, following Angel up stairs, and eventually getting the door slammed in his face.
He knocked on it loudly, "C'mon Angel, I'm the one person in the world who will judge you, let me in!" he yelled through the door.
"Go away Spike."
"No, I'm waiting right here until I get some details about how badly you screwed up."
Angel opened his door, and almost go punched in the face at Spike's attempt to knock on the door.
"Oh, wasn't expecting you to do that," He said as Angel moved out of the way so he should get in.
Angel closed the door behind his cousin, and sat down on the bed. Spike watched him carefully, figuring that something had gone really wrong tonight, other wise Angel would have been all upbeat and telling him everything.
Even though they weren't best friends, Spike and Angel knew practically everything about each other, especially moods. And Spike knew Angel was either confused, or angry at something right now.
"So what's up?"
"Buffy...."
"What'd she do, dump you?" He asked with interest.
"No."
"Then what, you can't be so bummed if everything went alright." Spike said, taking the chair from Angel's desk, turning it around, and sitting down.
"Everything at the bronze went fine, but Buffy had to sneak out of her house so that we could go." Angel explained, and seeing the look on Spike's face, knew Spike didn't know were this was going.
"So, the girl likes you so much, she jumps out her window to go on a date with you? Doesn't sound to bad...."
"Yeah well, when we got back to her house, he parents were up, and she as afraid to go back inside." Angel said, trying to get his cousin to realize what he was saying.
"Yeah, her parents caught her after she snuck out, what kid wouldn't be afraid?"
Angel sighed frustrated, "I think there's more to it than that, she seemed petrified, maybe she has family issues or something."
"What kind of issues?"
"I don't know, maybe it's nothing, but I don't think it is."
"Well, ask her on Monday." Spike says, standing so he could leave.
"I'll ask her tomorrow, I'm going over there." Angel said, looking up at Spike.
"Don't you think you've done enough? Bad enough she had to sneak out for you, don't make it any worse Angel, stay here." Spike said, wondering if his cousin would take his advice, as he left the room to allow Angel some thinking room.
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Buffy sat on her bed, the covers draped over her. She looked around, jumping, or flinching at every sound she heard. Her breathing was ragged, and she finally decided she needed out of this place, for good.
Maybe she could go to Willow's house, then again, Willow's mom probably wouldn't like her staying there. Maybe Angel? No, he wouldn't want anything to do with her if he found out she was this weak. She had no options. Except....
She had an aunt down in LA who would take her in, and it's not like she would be alone down there, she had her cousin too. But then again, she didn't have enough money to get down there, and another reason, she could get her aunt in a lot of trouble if she tried to stay there.
She leaned up against the headboard, and closed her eyes, resisting the temptation to pull the blankets over her head and cry. She needed to just stay still, and let morning come, it was bad enough tomorrow was Saturday, because she would have given anything for it to be Monday. She would have given anything to not be here.
It was almost morning, and Buffy hadn't fallen asleep, she had stared at her door all night, fearful that it would open, and her father would come in.
Her eyes were puffy, and red from her failure to hold her tears in, and her hands were cramped from holding onto the blankets that covered her some tightly. She hadn't been able to think, because of the adrenaline rushing through veins, and the thoughts coursing through her mind.
When she finally found the nerve to stand up, she had to sit back down, not able to keep herself upright. She winced when she stretched her arms out in front of herself, and cringed when she saw the bruise on her shoulder.
Attempting to stand once more, Buffy found her balance, and walked to her dresser. She looked around for a small book, but doesn't find it, beginning to panic, she opened a couple of the drawers and rummaged through them.
No book.
She looked around her room, suddenly extremely worried at what had happened to the book. Had her father found it, had he read it?
Then it hit her, she hadn't let her diary on the dresser, she had left it under the bed. Painfully, she kneels down and searches around for the book with her hand, finding it she pulls it out and looks at it.
Still locked, still private, good. She had been sure her father would have taken it if he had found it. Luckily, he hadn't.
The doorknob turned. Buffy threw the book back under her bed, and sat down, pulling the blankets back over herself.
The door opened, and Buffy's father stood in the entrance. "Buffy?" he asked, entering the room.
She didn't answer, just looked up at him.
He glared at her, "You are expected to be down stairs in an hour, dressed and ready for breakfast, no buts." He said, then turned and left.
She let out a sigh of relief, and stood once more, this time looking for something to wear for the day.
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Angel paced around his room, wondering if he had made the right decision not to go and see Buffy this today. Sure it was only eight in the morning, but he could make up an excuse to his parents of where he was going.
He looked at the phone, and almost picked it up. Then, thought better of it. He wasn't going to go over there, he wasn't going to call. He would just see her on Monday, and find out then if she was ok.
Of course Angel hated his decision, and didn't know why he had made it, he wanted to go make sure Buffy was ok, but he knew she was, nothing was going to happen to her in her own home.
He sighed again, and sat down on his bed, now thinking about what had happened the other night at the Bronze. About Buffy and his date, what had it meant to him? What had it meant to her? What was going on with him? Was there something so special about Buffy, that he had to worry this much about what she thought about him? Was this what dating really was?
A/N Sorry, got to stop there, chapter 11 is going to be Monday at the school, cause the weekend is pretty uneventful from this time on. Well, except for Angel asking himself hundreds of questions he won't know the answers too for a while....
Bloody SunSet
Disclaimer: If I owned it, one: Buffy wouldn't be over, and Angel wouldn't have just one episode left....
Summary: Buffy's just a normal girl who's lost her way in the world, but what happens when another lost soul captures her heart, and refuses to give it back?
Last Chapter Summary: Buffy dear, what were you thinking, sneaking out of the house, and to go on a date with Angel no less? Good job, I commend you.
But It Feels So Right
Angel pulled his car up in front of Buffy's house, and looked over at her, but she was staring at her lap.
"See you tomorrow?" He asked, hoping she would look up at him.
No such luck.
"Unless my parents suddenly decide not to kill me, sure." She said, looking up at the house.
He followed her gaze to one of the windows, where the shadow forms of a man and a woman could be seen. And for the first time, he heard the muted sound of yelling, and realized what Buffy meant. Or at least he thought he did.
He took a deep breath, and put a hand on her knee, she looked over at him, and he could see fear present in her eyes. His expression changed, and he became concerned.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Nothing important, I'll just get yelled at, and yelled at some more, and maybe even grounded for longer than I am now. My dad will be really mad that I disobeyed him, really mad...." She said, with a little more fear in her voice than intended.
She didn't want Angel to think she was afraid to go into her own home, if he didn't already, but it was complicated for her. She could barely explain it to herself, let alone anyone else.
Angel stared at her for a second, "What do you mean really mad?"
Buffy hesitated, "Well, he just yells a lot, I really don't like getting yelled at."
He sighed, unfortunately she didn't trust him enough to tell him why she really didn't want to go back inside, and he probably wouldn't get her to.
"Ok, so I'll see you tomorrow then, I'm going to swing by, even if you don't want me to."
"Angel, you don't ha-"
"Yes I do." He told her, his tone telling her she couldn't win.
She sighed as he removed his hand from its resting place on her knee, and returned it to the steering wheel, then she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car.
He nodded at her, and she crossed her arms over her chest, "Bye...."
"See you." Angel replied, but he didn't move the car when she turned around to go into her house. He waited until she opened the door, and disappeared inside.
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Buffy looked around, she could hear her parent's yells from the bottom of the stairs, and to tell the truth, it scared her. She made her way up the stairs a silently as she could, hoping that her father wouldn't hear her, and reached her room without a problem.
She quietly closed the door, and leaned against it, but whatever secrecy she had thought she had had in getting in the house was false. Her door was forced open a second later by her father.
"And where exactly have you been, little lady?" he asked, obviously not caring what the answer was.
Buffy looked up at him, scared out of her mind, she knew what he was going to do, and she really didn't like the idea it.
"I'm waiting...."
"I w-was at the Bronze...." She said, her voice shaking.
"Really, and didn't your mother and I tell you no Bronze tonight?" He asked, with enough venom in his voice to kill a man.
"Y-yes...."
"So why did you go?"
"I-I had to...." She trailed off, knowing the answer would get her in even more trouble than she was already in.
"What was that?"
"I had to m-meet someone there...."
"Was it this Angel person?" He asked, his anger rising by the second.
"Y-yes?"
"Listen, I don't care who this girl is, or how popular she is, you are never to sneak out of this house, do I make myself clear?"
Buffy almost sighed with relief; her father didn't know Angel was a guy that just might save her, "Yes sir."
"Good, now as for you sneaking out in the first place...." He said, and Buffy knew their 'discussion' wasn't over....
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Angel sighed as he entered his house, and was greeted by an overly perky Spike.
"So.... How'd it go peaches." He asked, getting in Angel's face.
"Fine, go away." He told him annoyed.
"Oh, so it went that way, what did you screw up?" Spike asked, following Angel up stairs, and eventually getting the door slammed in his face.
He knocked on it loudly, "C'mon Angel, I'm the one person in the world who will judge you, let me in!" he yelled through the door.
"Go away Spike."
"No, I'm waiting right here until I get some details about how badly you screwed up."
Angel opened his door, and almost go punched in the face at Spike's attempt to knock on the door.
"Oh, wasn't expecting you to do that," He said as Angel moved out of the way so he should get in.
Angel closed the door behind his cousin, and sat down on the bed. Spike watched him carefully, figuring that something had gone really wrong tonight, other wise Angel would have been all upbeat and telling him everything.
Even though they weren't best friends, Spike and Angel knew practically everything about each other, especially moods. And Spike knew Angel was either confused, or angry at something right now.
"So what's up?"
"Buffy...."
"What'd she do, dump you?" He asked with interest.
"No."
"Then what, you can't be so bummed if everything went alright." Spike said, taking the chair from Angel's desk, turning it around, and sitting down.
"Everything at the bronze went fine, but Buffy had to sneak out of her house so that we could go." Angel explained, and seeing the look on Spike's face, knew Spike didn't know were this was going.
"So, the girl likes you so much, she jumps out her window to go on a date with you? Doesn't sound to bad...."
"Yeah well, when we got back to her house, he parents were up, and she as afraid to go back inside." Angel said, trying to get his cousin to realize what he was saying.
"Yeah, her parents caught her after she snuck out, what kid wouldn't be afraid?"
Angel sighed frustrated, "I think there's more to it than that, she seemed petrified, maybe she has family issues or something."
"What kind of issues?"
"I don't know, maybe it's nothing, but I don't think it is."
"Well, ask her on Monday." Spike says, standing so he could leave.
"I'll ask her tomorrow, I'm going over there." Angel said, looking up at Spike.
"Don't you think you've done enough? Bad enough she had to sneak out for you, don't make it any worse Angel, stay here." Spike said, wondering if his cousin would take his advice, as he left the room to allow Angel some thinking room.
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Buffy sat on her bed, the covers draped over her. She looked around, jumping, or flinching at every sound she heard. Her breathing was ragged, and she finally decided she needed out of this place, for good.
Maybe she could go to Willow's house, then again, Willow's mom probably wouldn't like her staying there. Maybe Angel? No, he wouldn't want anything to do with her if he found out she was this weak. She had no options. Except....
She had an aunt down in LA who would take her in, and it's not like she would be alone down there, she had her cousin too. But then again, she didn't have enough money to get down there, and another reason, she could get her aunt in a lot of trouble if she tried to stay there.
She leaned up against the headboard, and closed her eyes, resisting the temptation to pull the blankets over her head and cry. She needed to just stay still, and let morning come, it was bad enough tomorrow was Saturday, because she would have given anything for it to be Monday. She would have given anything to not be here.
It was almost morning, and Buffy hadn't fallen asleep, she had stared at her door all night, fearful that it would open, and her father would come in.
Her eyes were puffy, and red from her failure to hold her tears in, and her hands were cramped from holding onto the blankets that covered her some tightly. She hadn't been able to think, because of the adrenaline rushing through veins, and the thoughts coursing through her mind.
When she finally found the nerve to stand up, she had to sit back down, not able to keep herself upright. She winced when she stretched her arms out in front of herself, and cringed when she saw the bruise on her shoulder.
Attempting to stand once more, Buffy found her balance, and walked to her dresser. She looked around for a small book, but doesn't find it, beginning to panic, she opened a couple of the drawers and rummaged through them.
No book.
She looked around her room, suddenly extremely worried at what had happened to the book. Had her father found it, had he read it?
Then it hit her, she hadn't let her diary on the dresser, she had left it under the bed. Painfully, she kneels down and searches around for the book with her hand, finding it she pulls it out and looks at it.
Still locked, still private, good. She had been sure her father would have taken it if he had found it. Luckily, he hadn't.
The doorknob turned. Buffy threw the book back under her bed, and sat down, pulling the blankets back over herself.
The door opened, and Buffy's father stood in the entrance. "Buffy?" he asked, entering the room.
She didn't answer, just looked up at him.
He glared at her, "You are expected to be down stairs in an hour, dressed and ready for breakfast, no buts." He said, then turned and left.
She let out a sigh of relief, and stood once more, this time looking for something to wear for the day.
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Angel paced around his room, wondering if he had made the right decision not to go and see Buffy this today. Sure it was only eight in the morning, but he could make up an excuse to his parents of where he was going.
He looked at the phone, and almost picked it up. Then, thought better of it. He wasn't going to go over there, he wasn't going to call. He would just see her on Monday, and find out then if she was ok.
Of course Angel hated his decision, and didn't know why he had made it, he wanted to go make sure Buffy was ok, but he knew she was, nothing was going to happen to her in her own home.
He sighed again, and sat down on his bed, now thinking about what had happened the other night at the Bronze. About Buffy and his date, what had it meant to him? What had it meant to her? What was going on with him? Was there something so special about Buffy, that he had to worry this much about what she thought about him? Was this what dating really was?
A/N Sorry, got to stop there, chapter 11 is going to be Monday at the school, cause the weekend is pretty uneventful from this time on. Well, except for Angel asking himself hundreds of questions he won't know the answers too for a while....
Bloody SunSet