A/N Chapter fourteen, wow, this is cool, and if you couldn't tell, I finally got the bolds and stuff to work, go me. That's really all I have to say.... For now....
Thank you to Orchid6297, b/a always, and skye-lark913, crazynarco, gffdg, and Katie for reviewing.
Disclaimer: If I could change the world, I would. But I can't, so I can't.
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: I think I'm going to stop putting this in here, but Angel and Buffy talked.... Again. Stuff happened, I'm lazy, on to chapter fourteen!
But It Feels So Right
It was quiet around her. The world seemed to have stopped spinning, and she knew something was wrong. Time seemed to have stopped around her. People were frozen in place, stuck in time. Then everything sped up again, and everyone went back to doing whatever it was they had been doing, as if nothing had happened.
Buffy shook her head, and looked around. She was in a crowded room, but she didn't recognize anyone there. And everything seemed blurry, different somehow, but she could tell why. The strange mist that had now settled in her mind was becoming thicker, and she was becoming more confused.
Making her way through the crowd, Buffy bumps into what seems like every person in the room, but none of them seem to notice, seems to care. It's as if she's invisible, unseen to anyone around her.
She opened a door when she reached the wall, and suddenly finds herself in her bedroom. She shook her head again, trying to clear it, and then laid down on the bed. Her eyes close momentarily, then snap open when the door flies open, and bangs against the wall.
A tall, shadowy figure stood in the doorframe, darkened only by the fact that the lights in the room had suddenly turned off. The lights from the hall shone into the room from behind the man, making him appear to glow.
Buffy's eyes widened, and she pulled the blankets close around herself, and pushed herself against the headboard, trying to make herself as small as possible, trying to hide from the man in the room.
She bit her bottom lip as the man began to approach her. He moved slowly, as if trying to scare her, and it was working. She knew her lip was bleeding, but couldn't feel her teeth break the skin, couldn't taste the blood that came from her lip. She closed her eyes, but only for a second, and when she reopened them, the man was in front of her, and all she could do was scream.
(:::)
Buffy's eyes snapped open, and she took a deep, shaky breath, that was followed by countless others as she tried to make sense of her dream.
It had felt so real. Like past, present and future all combined into one, but it hadn't made all that much sense in the beginning. Who were all those people? Some of them looked familiar, but others she just couldn't place, and she didn't know when she had met them, if she ever had.
And the end, it had felt the most real, and she knew why. It had happened before, unlike all the other events that had been thrown randomly into place while she slept, this one was real. The fear, and anxiety, she had felt those before, those were the feelings that kept her awake some nights, and made her fall asleep on others.
She lets her eyes fall closed for a second, but then opens them again quickly, finding that the images that had plagued her dream were yet to leave her mind.
The she heard something, the faint sound of breathing. And tight embrace of another's arm on her waist had become apparent to her. A groan, and a small movement confirmed what she had been thinking. She wasn't alone.
But she wasn't over come with fear, instead, she felt relieved that someone was there. Relieved that someone had watched over her while she slept, until they too had fallen asleep.
She sighed softly, then yawned, tired from the dream, and from all the thinking she had been doing trying to convince herself that it was just that, a dream, and that's all it was.
The arm around her waist being removed followed another groan from behind her, and the bed to moved as someone sat up quickly.
Buffy could feel eyes on her, watching her intently, waiting for her to do something, so she did. Rolling over, she looked up at Angel, who was in fact staring down at her, seemingly very confused.
She smiled nervously up at him. He seemed to relax a little, as the memories of the night before flooded into his mind, but he didn't smile back at her.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked as she sat up.
"Pretty good."
"Could've fooled me."
She looked at him confused, then he reached his hand up to her face, and brushed a stray tear from her cheek. When she didn't reply he spoke.
"Want to talk about it?"
"No." She said, a bit to quickly for her own liking, "I mean, not really...."
He looked at her strangely then lowered his hand. "Alright." He said, not wanting to pry.
They sat in silence for a second until Buffy spoke up.
"So, exactly what happened last night?" She asked, referring to their current situation of being in the same bed together.
"Well, you told me not to go.... So, I didn't...."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Again the silence, it was if the world wanted this to be even more awkward for them than it was already. Last night, no real problems, Buffy had spent the day before inside, and since it was driving Angel insane, he had gone upstairs to check on her around nine thirty. He had found her wide-awake, mumbling to herself, but he hadn't asked about what, and she had looked quite surprised when he had just opened the door.
They had talked a bit, mostly about what Angel had done all day, and why she hadn't wanted to come down stairs. Then she had asked him to stay for a while, and he had, not knowing that he would fall asleep while watching over her. And waking up next to a girl was just a little awkward in this case.
Which brought him back to the now, what were they going to do now? She probably didn't want to leave the room again, and Angel wasn't ready to force her to, and there was a talk that would soon come up that he really didn't want to have with her. About what they were going to do about her parents, and how she when she was going to go home.
It wasn't that Angel didn't want her there; it was that she really couldn't stay here for the rest of her life, even if she wanted to. One, his parents didn't know she was here yet, and two, he wasn't sure if they would approve of him having a girl in his room.
Then again, his parents were pretty understanding, maybe they could help, but Buffy probably didn't want to get them involved. She really wanted to keep this all to herself, and just forget it all happened, even though she knew that wasn't an option anymore.
"How about we go outside, do something?" he asked, standing up.
"I don't know, I just don't really feel like going outside."
"Well at least come downstairs for a little while, get out of this room for a bit, clear you head maybe?"
She was about to refuse, but decided she probably should get out of his room for a little bit, maybe even eat something, even though she wasn't hungry.
"Sure."
He smiled, and she stood up, both making their way out of the room, and into the hallway, and down the stairs.
Buffy had really only seen this house once, and it looked a lot better when you weren't huddled against someone's chest, scared to death. There were a lot of paintings hung on the walls that looked really old, and the windows all had dark curtains to accompany them.
Most of the rugs were blood red or a very dark color, but she was sure she had seen a light blue one in the bathroom before. The walls were a tinted white color that contrasted with almost everything that filled the house, and everything looked old, like some kind of antique shop or something.
Buffy shrugged off the weird feeling that she got when she looked at this one door in particular that just stuck out. It was black wood, covered in all sorts of carved patterns; one that really stuck out were the flowers, snaking up the sides, and along the top of the door. She would've stopped to take a good look at it, if Angel hadn't been pulling her passed it.
He finally let go of her hand and let her stop in the kitchen. She looked around, this room was brighter than all the rest, the windows didn't have curtains, and the walls looked newly painted.
"You hungry?" he asked, looking over at her.
"No," she replied, sitting down.
"But you haven't eaten in a while, you really should have something." He insisted.
"Angel, I'm fine, and I'm just not hungry."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Ok." He grabbed himself a banana, and sat down at the counter on a stool, Buffy sat down next to him.
"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't just want to sit inside and mope all day long.
"I was kind of hoping we could just stay here...."
"All day, but it's sunny outside, and really warm, we can't just sit inside."
"I know, I just really don't want to go outside yet...."
"How about we head down to the lake, there'll be no one there because everyone that would be there is at school, or working. It's Tuesday, remember?"
She looked at him, "Maybe later, let's just hang here today, ok?"
"Fine, but you have to go outside today, I wont let you stay in my room for the rest of the day." He said, finishing the banana and threw the peel in the garbage.
"Alright Mr. Bossy, I'll go outside.... Later." She replied, laying her head on the table.
He sighed, and stood up, "Fine, but don't put it off too long, or my parents and Spike will come home."
"Where is Spike anyway?" she asked, looking up at him.
"I don't know, he took off this morning I guess, all I know is that he's probably no where near the school."
"He's lucky."
"Why?"
"He's not forced to go to school."
"Yeah, but you're getting a little break here, so enjoy it while you can."
She nodded, and yawned. For some odd reason she was still tired, maybe she had fallen asleep a little later than she thought she had. Oh well, it didn't matter now, she was awake and she didn't want to go back to sleep.
A/N Hullo, um... yeah, I know, I suck. It should be longer, but it's not, get over it. Anyway, I'm being bugged to get off the computer, so I figure I'm just going to just sit here and maybe start the next chapter if you guys are lucky. Please Review!
Bloody SunSet
Thank you to Orchid6297, b/a always, and skye-lark913, crazynarco, gffdg, and Katie for reviewing.
Disclaimer: If I could change the world, I would. But I can't, so I can't.
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: I think I'm going to stop putting this in here, but Angel and Buffy talked.... Again. Stuff happened, I'm lazy, on to chapter fourteen!
But It Feels So Right
It was quiet around her. The world seemed to have stopped spinning, and she knew something was wrong. Time seemed to have stopped around her. People were frozen in place, stuck in time. Then everything sped up again, and everyone went back to doing whatever it was they had been doing, as if nothing had happened.
Buffy shook her head, and looked around. She was in a crowded room, but she didn't recognize anyone there. And everything seemed blurry, different somehow, but she could tell why. The strange mist that had now settled in her mind was becoming thicker, and she was becoming more confused.
Making her way through the crowd, Buffy bumps into what seems like every person in the room, but none of them seem to notice, seems to care. It's as if she's invisible, unseen to anyone around her.
She opened a door when she reached the wall, and suddenly finds herself in her bedroom. She shook her head again, trying to clear it, and then laid down on the bed. Her eyes close momentarily, then snap open when the door flies open, and bangs against the wall.
A tall, shadowy figure stood in the doorframe, darkened only by the fact that the lights in the room had suddenly turned off. The lights from the hall shone into the room from behind the man, making him appear to glow.
Buffy's eyes widened, and she pulled the blankets close around herself, and pushed herself against the headboard, trying to make herself as small as possible, trying to hide from the man in the room.
She bit her bottom lip as the man began to approach her. He moved slowly, as if trying to scare her, and it was working. She knew her lip was bleeding, but couldn't feel her teeth break the skin, couldn't taste the blood that came from her lip. She closed her eyes, but only for a second, and when she reopened them, the man was in front of her, and all she could do was scream.
(:::)
Buffy's eyes snapped open, and she took a deep, shaky breath, that was followed by countless others as she tried to make sense of her dream.
It had felt so real. Like past, present and future all combined into one, but it hadn't made all that much sense in the beginning. Who were all those people? Some of them looked familiar, but others she just couldn't place, and she didn't know when she had met them, if she ever had.
And the end, it had felt the most real, and she knew why. It had happened before, unlike all the other events that had been thrown randomly into place while she slept, this one was real. The fear, and anxiety, she had felt those before, those were the feelings that kept her awake some nights, and made her fall asleep on others.
She lets her eyes fall closed for a second, but then opens them again quickly, finding that the images that had plagued her dream were yet to leave her mind.
The she heard something, the faint sound of breathing. And tight embrace of another's arm on her waist had become apparent to her. A groan, and a small movement confirmed what she had been thinking. She wasn't alone.
But she wasn't over come with fear, instead, she felt relieved that someone was there. Relieved that someone had watched over her while she slept, until they too had fallen asleep.
She sighed softly, then yawned, tired from the dream, and from all the thinking she had been doing trying to convince herself that it was just that, a dream, and that's all it was.
The arm around her waist being removed followed another groan from behind her, and the bed to moved as someone sat up quickly.
Buffy could feel eyes on her, watching her intently, waiting for her to do something, so she did. Rolling over, she looked up at Angel, who was in fact staring down at her, seemingly very confused.
She smiled nervously up at him. He seemed to relax a little, as the memories of the night before flooded into his mind, but he didn't smile back at her.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked as she sat up.
"Pretty good."
"Could've fooled me."
She looked at him confused, then he reached his hand up to her face, and brushed a stray tear from her cheek. When she didn't reply he spoke.
"Want to talk about it?"
"No." She said, a bit to quickly for her own liking, "I mean, not really...."
He looked at her strangely then lowered his hand. "Alright." He said, not wanting to pry.
They sat in silence for a second until Buffy spoke up.
"So, exactly what happened last night?" She asked, referring to their current situation of being in the same bed together.
"Well, you told me not to go.... So, I didn't...."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Again the silence, it was if the world wanted this to be even more awkward for them than it was already. Last night, no real problems, Buffy had spent the day before inside, and since it was driving Angel insane, he had gone upstairs to check on her around nine thirty. He had found her wide-awake, mumbling to herself, but he hadn't asked about what, and she had looked quite surprised when he had just opened the door.
They had talked a bit, mostly about what Angel had done all day, and why she hadn't wanted to come down stairs. Then she had asked him to stay for a while, and he had, not knowing that he would fall asleep while watching over her. And waking up next to a girl was just a little awkward in this case.
Which brought him back to the now, what were they going to do now? She probably didn't want to leave the room again, and Angel wasn't ready to force her to, and there was a talk that would soon come up that he really didn't want to have with her. About what they were going to do about her parents, and how she when she was going to go home.
It wasn't that Angel didn't want her there; it was that she really couldn't stay here for the rest of her life, even if she wanted to. One, his parents didn't know she was here yet, and two, he wasn't sure if they would approve of him having a girl in his room.
Then again, his parents were pretty understanding, maybe they could help, but Buffy probably didn't want to get them involved. She really wanted to keep this all to herself, and just forget it all happened, even though she knew that wasn't an option anymore.
"How about we go outside, do something?" he asked, standing up.
"I don't know, I just don't really feel like going outside."
"Well at least come downstairs for a little while, get out of this room for a bit, clear you head maybe?"
She was about to refuse, but decided she probably should get out of his room for a little bit, maybe even eat something, even though she wasn't hungry.
"Sure."
He smiled, and she stood up, both making their way out of the room, and into the hallway, and down the stairs.
Buffy had really only seen this house once, and it looked a lot better when you weren't huddled against someone's chest, scared to death. There were a lot of paintings hung on the walls that looked really old, and the windows all had dark curtains to accompany them.
Most of the rugs were blood red or a very dark color, but she was sure she had seen a light blue one in the bathroom before. The walls were a tinted white color that contrasted with almost everything that filled the house, and everything looked old, like some kind of antique shop or something.
Buffy shrugged off the weird feeling that she got when she looked at this one door in particular that just stuck out. It was black wood, covered in all sorts of carved patterns; one that really stuck out were the flowers, snaking up the sides, and along the top of the door. She would've stopped to take a good look at it, if Angel hadn't been pulling her passed it.
He finally let go of her hand and let her stop in the kitchen. She looked around, this room was brighter than all the rest, the windows didn't have curtains, and the walls looked newly painted.
"You hungry?" he asked, looking over at her.
"No," she replied, sitting down.
"But you haven't eaten in a while, you really should have something." He insisted.
"Angel, I'm fine, and I'm just not hungry."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Ok." He grabbed himself a banana, and sat down at the counter on a stool, Buffy sat down next to him.
"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't just want to sit inside and mope all day long.
"I was kind of hoping we could just stay here...."
"All day, but it's sunny outside, and really warm, we can't just sit inside."
"I know, I just really don't want to go outside yet...."
"How about we head down to the lake, there'll be no one there because everyone that would be there is at school, or working. It's Tuesday, remember?"
She looked at him, "Maybe later, let's just hang here today, ok?"
"Fine, but you have to go outside today, I wont let you stay in my room for the rest of the day." He said, finishing the banana and threw the peel in the garbage.
"Alright Mr. Bossy, I'll go outside.... Later." She replied, laying her head on the table.
He sighed, and stood up, "Fine, but don't put it off too long, or my parents and Spike will come home."
"Where is Spike anyway?" she asked, looking up at him.
"I don't know, he took off this morning I guess, all I know is that he's probably no where near the school."
"He's lucky."
"Why?"
"He's not forced to go to school."
"Yeah, but you're getting a little break here, so enjoy it while you can."
She nodded, and yawned. For some odd reason she was still tired, maybe she had fallen asleep a little later than she thought she had. Oh well, it didn't matter now, she was awake and she didn't want to go back to sleep.
A/N Hullo, um... yeah, I know, I suck. It should be longer, but it's not, get over it. Anyway, I'm being bugged to get off the computer, so I figure I'm just going to just sit here and maybe start the next chapter if you guys are lucky. Please Review!
Bloody SunSet