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Disclaimer: ....I don't own it....
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?
But It Feels So Right
Buffy's father froze, his belt in his hand, and his hand held high. He lowered his arm, and looked at Angel, seeing the look of pure disbelief on the boy's face. Hank Summers smirked, and then smiled evilly at Angel.
"So, you're the new one this whore's been screwing then?" he asked angrily.
Angel blinked, still stunned by what was going on. He glanced at Buffy, she had pressed herself up against the wall, and had her arms up, protectively over her head. He could hear her whimpering, and sobbing, and it was too much for him. He turned back to Mr. Summers, glaring fiercely.
"Well boy?" Hank asked as if he thought Angel should be in the same position Buffy was in for making him have to stop.
"She's not a whore." Angel said, trying to stay calm, even though it wasn't working very well.
"Right, and you're, what, the king of Scotland?" Hank said, chuckling at his own joke.
Angel's hands tightened into balls and became fists; it was all he could do not to attack this man for what he had done to Buffy, and that was getting harder as he thought of how this had happened so many times before.
Hank smirked again, "Well, what do you know, maybe he is the king of Scotland. And maybe she's your dirty whore." Hank said, referring to Buffy who had decided to look up, hearing her name.
Angel glanced at Buffy, and gritted his teeth, his anger was quickly increasing, now that he knew she was badly hurt.
She had a large bruise that was just beginning to show over her eye, and tears streaming down her face. Her breathing was rapid, and offbeat, as if she'd been held under water. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were red from crying, and from the hit she'd taken to the head from her father's belt.
"Angel...." She whispered, not believing he was really there.
Angel wanted nothing more than to go, hold her and tell her everything would be ok, that Hank wouldn't hurt her anymore, but before he could do that, he had to get rid of Hank.
"Shut up. I wasn't talking with you, now was I." The comment was directed at Buffy, and she flinched at the words before quickly hiding her face once more.
Angel tore his eyes from Buffy, to glare at Mr. Summers, now unable to contain his anger. He stepped forward, and flung his fist at Hank's face. It connected with his cheek, and he stumbled backward.
But recovering quickly, Hank rammed his own fist into Angel's nose, and there wasn't one person in the room who didn't hear it snap. And before Angel could respond, he punched him in the stomach.
Grabbing at his stomach, Angel looked up at Mr. Summers, blood dripping out of his nose. He wiped it off, as if it was nothing, and smashed him in the face again. Mr. Summers stumbled backwards and tripped over stairs, falling backward, and tumbling to the floor.
He glared up at Angel, and made a move to get up, but Angel stepped on his chest and held him down, delivering a few blows with his heel to make sure Hank would stay down before he looked over at Buffy again.
She had moved herself into the corner, and huddled close to the wall, afraid to watch what was happening. Angel glanced at Hank once more, before removing his foot from his chest, and going over to Buffy.
He knelt down next to her, and reached out to touch her arm. She flinched, but didn't pull away, knowing he wasn't going to hurt her.
Angel slowly pulled her into an embrace, and she began to cry again, trembling in his embrace.
"Angel.... I'm sorry...." She said in between sobs, looking up at him.
He looked down at her in disbelief, "Buffy, there's nothing to be sorry about."
"Your nose...." She started.
"Will heal, and you're ok, aren't you?" he asked.
She nodded and moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest, calming down a little bit just knowing he was there.
Angel stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead, shushing her quietly. He wondered how Mr. Summers could do that to his own daughter. And call a beautiful girl like this whore, or make her feel as if she were nothing. He sighed, thinking about how stupid people could be, how cruel and evil some people really were, and how the most innocent people of all were normally the victims.
Buffy stopped crying, and looked up at him, hearing something. Angel heard it too, police sirens, and it wasn't to long before they could see the flashing lights of the cop cars. The neighbors must have heard something.
Four doors slammed, and footsteps were heard as four men made their way up the walkway and into the house. One of them immediately went over to Hank, looking him over, while the other three approached Buffy and Angel.
Angel met the eyes of the cops recognizing him instantly as one of the cops that hung around the school sometimes, while Buffy just hid herself in Angel's arms, feeling ashamed of herself.
"You mind telling me what's going on here, son?" The cop asked, crouching down to eyes level with the teens.
"He," Angel nodded towards Hank, who was slowly getting up with the help of another cop, "was beating his daughter, and I stopped it."
The cop nodded, and hesitantly dropped his gaze to look at Buffy, huddled in Angel's arms, "Is that right, young lady?" he asked.
Buffy didn't respond, she didn't even turn to look at the man, not wanting to talk to anyone now.
He sighed and nodded; he knew that that Angel was telling the truth and that he was a good guy who rarely got into trouble from working at the school. He also knew that Buffy didn't want to talk about what had happened at that moment in time. Though he knew she would have to eventually if she wanted to press charges against her father for attacking her like he did.
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Angel had talked to the police for about a half an hour before they had finally decided to leave him and Buffy alone. Hank had been taken to the hospital with minor injuries, but Angel kept insisting that he, himself was fine, and didn't need to get his nose looked at, even though it hurt like hell. He had been more concerned about Buffy needed to go to the hospital with all the bruises that she had, but she had shook her head, reluctant to go along side her father in the emergence vehicle.
Buffy had also been asked a lot of questions, but she had remained silent the entire time, to tired, hurt, and confused to answer any of them. Except for one.
Where would she be staying?
She had immediately said, "Angel's." then looked up at him for support, he had nodded, and the police had decided to leave them alone.
Angel had been worried about Buffy all night; she hadn't even spoken to him, let alone anyone else. He could understand she was a little traumatized, but she could at least answer him when he asked if she was ok or not. She seemed as if she was trying to cut herself off from the world, not talking, barely even responding to him when he had taken her to his house, after getting a few of her things.
It was now getting late, and Buffy, though she hadn't spoken, had insisted on helping Angel clean up his face.
She took a small washcloth from the bathroom, and a cup of warm water, and went unto Angel's room. Sitting down n the bed next to him, she raised the damp cloth up to his nose, and gently cleaned off the blood that had dried there. Angel winced, but quickly covered it up so she would think she had hurt him.
She rinsed the cloth in the cup, and finished wiping his face off. Though Angel's nose had been damaged, it hadn't broken like he thought it had when he had heard it snap earlier that night.
He smiled at her when she finished, and she allowed a small smile to appear on her face for the first time that night.
"He took the cloth and cup from her hands and put them on the night stand, then he took her hands in hiss, and looked into her eyes.
"Buffy?"
She nodded in response, still not feeling up to speaking yet.
"Are you ok?"
Buffy almost sighed, that was the hundredth time he had asked her that tonight, but instead, she just nodded.
"Why wont you talk to me, Buffy? Did I do something?" he asked.
She shook her head, and looked down. He cupped her chin in his hand and made her look up at him again, "Then what's wrong? Why aren't you talking?"
"I-I don't know...." She said, biting her lip.
Angel felt relief wash over him at the words. Even though the answer wasn't what he needed to hear right now, the words were, she had spoken, and that's all he had wanted.
He nodded at her, and let his hand fall from her face, she moved to sit next to him, and let her head rest on his chest.
Buffy closed her eyes, wishing that this day had never happened that she could start over from the beginning, and know what was going to happen. Prevent Angel from ever getting involved with her life, because it had caused him pain, caused him to suffer, for her, and she didn't want that. She didn't want him to be hurt because of her, and she certainly didn't want this to even happen again.
Angel sighed, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him, feeling the need to protect her tonight, more than he had before. Sure, this whole situation was confusing, but he didn't care at the moment all that mattered to him, was that she was safe, and that she could rest.
He looked down at her and sees she had fallen asleep. He carefully laid her down on his bed, and pulled a blanket over her. Kissing her forehead, he turned and began to leave the room, when she called after him.
"Angel.... Don't go.... Please...." Buffy asked softly, opening her eyes.
He turned back around to look at her, "I wont, if you don't want me to."
"Stay with me, please?" It sounded as if she was pleading with him.
"I will."
He returned to her side on the bed, and laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him. She snuggled as close as she could to him, not feeling safe until there was not a centimeter between the two of them, and closed her eyes again. Angel however, kept his open, keeping an ever-alert watch over her to make sure she really was ok.
A/N Please Review....
Bloody SunSet
Disclaimer: ....I don't own it....
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?
But It Feels So Right
Buffy's father froze, his belt in his hand, and his hand held high. He lowered his arm, and looked at Angel, seeing the look of pure disbelief on the boy's face. Hank Summers smirked, and then smiled evilly at Angel.
"So, you're the new one this whore's been screwing then?" he asked angrily.
Angel blinked, still stunned by what was going on. He glanced at Buffy, she had pressed herself up against the wall, and had her arms up, protectively over her head. He could hear her whimpering, and sobbing, and it was too much for him. He turned back to Mr. Summers, glaring fiercely.
"Well boy?" Hank asked as if he thought Angel should be in the same position Buffy was in for making him have to stop.
"She's not a whore." Angel said, trying to stay calm, even though it wasn't working very well.
"Right, and you're, what, the king of Scotland?" Hank said, chuckling at his own joke.
Angel's hands tightened into balls and became fists; it was all he could do not to attack this man for what he had done to Buffy, and that was getting harder as he thought of how this had happened so many times before.
Hank smirked again, "Well, what do you know, maybe he is the king of Scotland. And maybe she's your dirty whore." Hank said, referring to Buffy who had decided to look up, hearing her name.
Angel glanced at Buffy, and gritted his teeth, his anger was quickly increasing, now that he knew she was badly hurt.
She had a large bruise that was just beginning to show over her eye, and tears streaming down her face. Her breathing was rapid, and offbeat, as if she'd been held under water. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were red from crying, and from the hit she'd taken to the head from her father's belt.
"Angel...." She whispered, not believing he was really there.
Angel wanted nothing more than to go, hold her and tell her everything would be ok, that Hank wouldn't hurt her anymore, but before he could do that, he had to get rid of Hank.
"Shut up. I wasn't talking with you, now was I." The comment was directed at Buffy, and she flinched at the words before quickly hiding her face once more.
Angel tore his eyes from Buffy, to glare at Mr. Summers, now unable to contain his anger. He stepped forward, and flung his fist at Hank's face. It connected with his cheek, and he stumbled backward.
But recovering quickly, Hank rammed his own fist into Angel's nose, and there wasn't one person in the room who didn't hear it snap. And before Angel could respond, he punched him in the stomach.
Grabbing at his stomach, Angel looked up at Mr. Summers, blood dripping out of his nose. He wiped it off, as if it was nothing, and smashed him in the face again. Mr. Summers stumbled backwards and tripped over stairs, falling backward, and tumbling to the floor.
He glared up at Angel, and made a move to get up, but Angel stepped on his chest and held him down, delivering a few blows with his heel to make sure Hank would stay down before he looked over at Buffy again.
She had moved herself into the corner, and huddled close to the wall, afraid to watch what was happening. Angel glanced at Hank once more, before removing his foot from his chest, and going over to Buffy.
He knelt down next to her, and reached out to touch her arm. She flinched, but didn't pull away, knowing he wasn't going to hurt her.
Angel slowly pulled her into an embrace, and she began to cry again, trembling in his embrace.
"Angel.... I'm sorry...." She said in between sobs, looking up at him.
He looked down at her in disbelief, "Buffy, there's nothing to be sorry about."
"Your nose...." She started.
"Will heal, and you're ok, aren't you?" he asked.
She nodded and moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest, calming down a little bit just knowing he was there.
Angel stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead, shushing her quietly. He wondered how Mr. Summers could do that to his own daughter. And call a beautiful girl like this whore, or make her feel as if she were nothing. He sighed, thinking about how stupid people could be, how cruel and evil some people really were, and how the most innocent people of all were normally the victims.
Buffy stopped crying, and looked up at him, hearing something. Angel heard it too, police sirens, and it wasn't to long before they could see the flashing lights of the cop cars. The neighbors must have heard something.
Four doors slammed, and footsteps were heard as four men made their way up the walkway and into the house. One of them immediately went over to Hank, looking him over, while the other three approached Buffy and Angel.
Angel met the eyes of the cops recognizing him instantly as one of the cops that hung around the school sometimes, while Buffy just hid herself in Angel's arms, feeling ashamed of herself.
"You mind telling me what's going on here, son?" The cop asked, crouching down to eyes level with the teens.
"He," Angel nodded towards Hank, who was slowly getting up with the help of another cop, "was beating his daughter, and I stopped it."
The cop nodded, and hesitantly dropped his gaze to look at Buffy, huddled in Angel's arms, "Is that right, young lady?" he asked.
Buffy didn't respond, she didn't even turn to look at the man, not wanting to talk to anyone now.
He sighed and nodded; he knew that that Angel was telling the truth and that he was a good guy who rarely got into trouble from working at the school. He also knew that Buffy didn't want to talk about what had happened at that moment in time. Though he knew she would have to eventually if she wanted to press charges against her father for attacking her like he did.
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Angel had talked to the police for about a half an hour before they had finally decided to leave him and Buffy alone. Hank had been taken to the hospital with minor injuries, but Angel kept insisting that he, himself was fine, and didn't need to get his nose looked at, even though it hurt like hell. He had been more concerned about Buffy needed to go to the hospital with all the bruises that she had, but she had shook her head, reluctant to go along side her father in the emergence vehicle.
Buffy had also been asked a lot of questions, but she had remained silent the entire time, to tired, hurt, and confused to answer any of them. Except for one.
Where would she be staying?
She had immediately said, "Angel's." then looked up at him for support, he had nodded, and the police had decided to leave them alone.
Angel had been worried about Buffy all night; she hadn't even spoken to him, let alone anyone else. He could understand she was a little traumatized, but she could at least answer him when he asked if she was ok or not. She seemed as if she was trying to cut herself off from the world, not talking, barely even responding to him when he had taken her to his house, after getting a few of her things.
It was now getting late, and Buffy, though she hadn't spoken, had insisted on helping Angel clean up his face.
She took a small washcloth from the bathroom, and a cup of warm water, and went unto Angel's room. Sitting down n the bed next to him, she raised the damp cloth up to his nose, and gently cleaned off the blood that had dried there. Angel winced, but quickly covered it up so she would think she had hurt him.
She rinsed the cloth in the cup, and finished wiping his face off. Though Angel's nose had been damaged, it hadn't broken like he thought it had when he had heard it snap earlier that night.
He smiled at her when she finished, and she allowed a small smile to appear on her face for the first time that night.
"He took the cloth and cup from her hands and put them on the night stand, then he took her hands in hiss, and looked into her eyes.
"Buffy?"
She nodded in response, still not feeling up to speaking yet.
"Are you ok?"
Buffy almost sighed, that was the hundredth time he had asked her that tonight, but instead, she just nodded.
"Why wont you talk to me, Buffy? Did I do something?" he asked.
She shook her head, and looked down. He cupped her chin in his hand and made her look up at him again, "Then what's wrong? Why aren't you talking?"
"I-I don't know...." She said, biting her lip.
Angel felt relief wash over him at the words. Even though the answer wasn't what he needed to hear right now, the words were, she had spoken, and that's all he had wanted.
He nodded at her, and let his hand fall from her face, she moved to sit next to him, and let her head rest on his chest.
Buffy closed her eyes, wishing that this day had never happened that she could start over from the beginning, and know what was going to happen. Prevent Angel from ever getting involved with her life, because it had caused him pain, caused him to suffer, for her, and she didn't want that. She didn't want him to be hurt because of her, and she certainly didn't want this to even happen again.
Angel sighed, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him, feeling the need to protect her tonight, more than he had before. Sure, this whole situation was confusing, but he didn't care at the moment all that mattered to him, was that she was safe, and that she could rest.
He looked down at her and sees she had fallen asleep. He carefully laid her down on his bed, and pulled a blanket over her. Kissing her forehead, he turned and began to leave the room, when she called after him.
"Angel.... Don't go.... Please...." Buffy asked softly, opening her eyes.
He turned back around to look at her, "I wont, if you don't want me to."
"Stay with me, please?" It sounded as if she was pleading with him.
"I will."
He returned to her side on the bed, and laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him. She snuggled as close as she could to him, not feeling safe until there was not a centimeter between the two of them, and closed her eyes again. Angel however, kept his open, keeping an ever-alert watch over her to make sure she really was ok.
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Bloody SunSet