A/N Thank you buffynangelforever, blip-dragon, sandy-eco, and Kari for reviewing. And strangely enough I have nothing to say, except that if I dont finish this story in about a week, the update times are going to be pretty screwed up, maybe even a week between updates, because Ive got one overnight school trip next Wednesday to Saturday, the town fair, football camp, then my job, and everything in between with the work and the other stuff.... And now Im boring you with useless information you dont want to hear, yeah, sorry about that....
Disclaimer: nope, I don't own it, but wouldn't it be cool if I did? There would be all these new episodes and others stuff....
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
Emerald eyes met deep brown ones as Buffy awoke then next morning, She was startled at first, but the surprise was quickly replaced with gratitude. Angel had stayed up all night, and watched over her.
He smiled, "Morning...."
She just smiled back and for a moment, Angel feared that she might have begun her silence routine again.
"Thank you." She said, and Angel just stared at her.
Why was she thanking him? He didn't need her to thank him; he had gotten something out of what had happened last night. He had gotten her, gotten the satisfaction that her father wasn't going to be able to hurt her again, not if he had anything to do with it anyway.
He sighed, and began to sit up, pulling Buffy with him.
"Buffy, you don't need to...."
"Yes, I do. Angel you did something for me my own mother wouldn't do. You saved me, and you deserve much more than a thank you, but that's all I've got..."
"And a thank you is more than I need, Buffy. I did that because it needed to be done, because I care about you, not because I wanted a reward for doing it." He explained, and was confused when he saw tears in her eyes. He looked at her concerned, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." She said, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tears, "Absolutely nothing...."
"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be crying." He said, "Please Buffy, you can tell me."
"It's just, I know what comes next," she told him, but before he could interrupt, she continues to explain. "I know how the law works, what happens to people who.... Who do those kinds of things, to people who just let it happen. I don't want to go through all that, I can't."
Angel looked at her, "Buffy, I know you don't want to, but you're going to have to."
She looked down. "I can't"
"You have to, you will."
"Angel I-"
"I don't know about you, but I could not stand to see that happen to you again. And if you don't oppose your father, things are just going to get worse. It never stops if you don't try to make it, and the Buffy I've come to know, and respect and to love.... She wouldn't just let what he did to you go."
Buffy looked up at Angel. He had said love. Did he really love her? He had given her so many reasons to trust in him, and just let him lead the way for her. Angel had been the light at the end of a dark and painful tunnel for her, but did she love him? Buffy didn't know. Her feelings were strong, but were they that strong? Or was it the fact that she was afraid, not willing to believe that someone actually cared about her at all?
Angel looked at her, "Buffy?" he asked softly, wondering what had kept her silent, though he figured it must have something to do with that little speech he had just given.
Tears formed in her eyes again, and she blinked, letting them fall freely down her cheeks. She knew what she felt, but was that how she felt, was it the same thing? Was this strong feeling towards Angel love? Buffy closed her eyes, and suddenly leaned into his chest, wrapping her arms around him, trying to make sense of the thoughts rushing around in her head.
While Angel knew he had meant what he had said, and was wondering if she was upset with him, though there were a hundred other reasons he could think of that she would be upset with.
Her father, the last five or six years of her life, her mother, the school, her friends, him, there were so many things she could be thinking about right now, even other things he didn't know about. From what Angel truly knew about Buffy, was that she kept to herself. Didn't let anyone know what she was really feeling, even kept him out until a couple of days before.
Maybe it was because letting people in meant she had to admit things to the world what she wasn't able to admit to herself.
"Angel....?"
"What is it?"
"I love you," she said softly, pulling herself away from him, and looking into his eyes once more.
Angel drew a breath, but did not speak, just a little surprised at her sudden confession of her feelings to him. And when he doesn't reply, he can see the hurt look in her eyes. And going through his mind were the same things that had just been going through Buffy's, about how he thought he really felt.
But Angel still didn't respond, and Buffy was wondering if he didn't know what to say, or if he didn't feel the same way.
God, what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he just thinks I'm a pathetic whore like my father does? Buffy thought, internally panicking at Angel's silence.
"Angel?" she asked, her voice still soft, and filled with what he thought sounded like hope.
"Buffy I...." he started.
"Don't?"
"No.... it's just-" again she cut him off with a question.
"Can't?"
"Buffy, stop. If you haven't figured out how I feel by now, then you've blocked me out of your life. I've loved you since we first danced, since our eyes really met the other week." He said, and Buffy sat shocked.
This moment should have been perfect, each one of them had finally found someone that loved them, that they could love in return, but instead, it was a surprising, and fearful moment where neither of them knew what the other was thinking.
Buffy was hurt, Angel was trying to help, it all seemed so simple until you threw in all the feelings that had accumulated over the last week. Then it was complicated, and confusing as hell because it couldn't be sorted out. Everything was screaming in their heads and they couldn't pick which voice they wanted to listen to.
There was a knock at the door that broke the now uneasy silence that was settling in the room.
"Angel? There are some people out from who would like a word with you.... And your girlfriend." It was his father's voice, and Angel knew what he was talking about. And at that moment, it dawned on Angel, his father knew about Buffy, sure he didn't know it was Buffy, but he knew his son had some things that he needed to do on his own, and he knew he could handle them.
Angel stood up, and opened the door to reveal his father. "Thanks dad." He said, and watched as his father's eyes traveled to the girl sitting on his bed. He saw the look on his father's face that meant they would talk later, and then the look was gone, and his father strode down the hallway, back to his own room.
"C'mon Buffy...." Angel said, turning to her, and looking at her a little uneasy, "I have a feeling I know who's here...."
Buffy stood up silently, and followed him down stairs into the front hall where he saw two cops standing, waiting patiently for the two of them. Angel nodded at them, and Buffy stood partially behind him, not wanting to have this conversation now.
"Good morning Officers...." Angel said, and one of them stepped forward.
"We're afraid we're going to need you both to come with us so that we can talk." He said.
Angel shook is head, "We can talk here, in the kitchen."
"No, we can't," the second cop said, and Angel looked at him.
"Why not?"
"She's," he indicated Buffy, "needed at the station. Her father wants to speak with her."
Before Angel could, Buffy spoke up. "Tell him I don't want to talk to him."
The cop nodded, "I can do that, but I don't know if he'll like it. And there was some other things we need to speak to you about."
Buffy looked up at Angel, "In the kitchen?"
The two cops nodded, and followed Buffy and Angel to the kitchen. They sat down across the table from Buffy and Angel, and immediately started to ask questions.
"Ms. Summers? Do you believe you will be pressing charges against your father, for what he did to you?" the man sounded to professional, like he really didn't care what happened as long as it was over with soon.
She hesitated and looked to Angel for support, but found no resolve in his face. He was emotionless, because he wanted her to do this on her own, and Buffy some how, got his message, and turned back to the police officer.
"Yes, I believe I will be pressing charges." She said, and Angel thought she sounded like the bravest person he had even known.
"Do you have a lawyer, or will you be needing one in this case?"
"I do believe my family has one, but I'm pretty sure my father will use him, so I guess I'll be needing one."
"Right, we will send a lawyer here in a few days to discuss how the trail will be held, and what you will need to do to prepare."
Buffy nodded, and the men stood up, "Good day to the both of you, we'll show ourselves out." One said, and Buffy watched as they left.
She hadn't liked those men, and she didn't believe that they should have been cops, they were too insensitive, and uninformative. The questions had seemed a little brief, but she supposed that was because she had refused to go down to the station to speak with her father.
Buffy closed her eyes and sighed, knowing that she would have to get over last night if she wanted to fix this. Get over everything thing he had done to her, and throw it back in his face. Only now was different than it would have been only a week before. Now she had someone she could count on, and she knew that wasn't going to change any time soon.
A/N Oh, I apologize if that was repetitive and hard to read, my thoughts were jumbled as I wrote, and I was continuously drifting off and typing poems or doing homework in the middle of this. So sorry if it's a little bit confusing.... It's just I'm trying to keep this active, and you guys happy with the fast updates so things might seem.... rushed.
Bloody SunSet
Disclaimer: nope, I don't own it, but wouldn't it be cool if I did? There would be all these new episodes and others stuff....
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
Emerald eyes met deep brown ones as Buffy awoke then next morning, She was startled at first, but the surprise was quickly replaced with gratitude. Angel had stayed up all night, and watched over her.
He smiled, "Morning...."
She just smiled back and for a moment, Angel feared that she might have begun her silence routine again.
"Thank you." She said, and Angel just stared at her.
Why was she thanking him? He didn't need her to thank him; he had gotten something out of what had happened last night. He had gotten her, gotten the satisfaction that her father wasn't going to be able to hurt her again, not if he had anything to do with it anyway.
He sighed, and began to sit up, pulling Buffy with him.
"Buffy, you don't need to...."
"Yes, I do. Angel you did something for me my own mother wouldn't do. You saved me, and you deserve much more than a thank you, but that's all I've got..."
"And a thank you is more than I need, Buffy. I did that because it needed to be done, because I care about you, not because I wanted a reward for doing it." He explained, and was confused when he saw tears in her eyes. He looked at her concerned, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." She said, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tears, "Absolutely nothing...."
"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be crying." He said, "Please Buffy, you can tell me."
"It's just, I know what comes next," she told him, but before he could interrupt, she continues to explain. "I know how the law works, what happens to people who.... Who do those kinds of things, to people who just let it happen. I don't want to go through all that, I can't."
Angel looked at her, "Buffy, I know you don't want to, but you're going to have to."
She looked down. "I can't"
"You have to, you will."
"Angel I-"
"I don't know about you, but I could not stand to see that happen to you again. And if you don't oppose your father, things are just going to get worse. It never stops if you don't try to make it, and the Buffy I've come to know, and respect and to love.... She wouldn't just let what he did to you go."
Buffy looked up at Angel. He had said love. Did he really love her? He had given her so many reasons to trust in him, and just let him lead the way for her. Angel had been the light at the end of a dark and painful tunnel for her, but did she love him? Buffy didn't know. Her feelings were strong, but were they that strong? Or was it the fact that she was afraid, not willing to believe that someone actually cared about her at all?
Angel looked at her, "Buffy?" he asked softly, wondering what had kept her silent, though he figured it must have something to do with that little speech he had just given.
Tears formed in her eyes again, and she blinked, letting them fall freely down her cheeks. She knew what she felt, but was that how she felt, was it the same thing? Was this strong feeling towards Angel love? Buffy closed her eyes, and suddenly leaned into his chest, wrapping her arms around him, trying to make sense of the thoughts rushing around in her head.
While Angel knew he had meant what he had said, and was wondering if she was upset with him, though there were a hundred other reasons he could think of that she would be upset with.
Her father, the last five or six years of her life, her mother, the school, her friends, him, there were so many things she could be thinking about right now, even other things he didn't know about. From what Angel truly knew about Buffy, was that she kept to herself. Didn't let anyone know what she was really feeling, even kept him out until a couple of days before.
Maybe it was because letting people in meant she had to admit things to the world what she wasn't able to admit to herself.
"Angel....?"
"What is it?"
"I love you," she said softly, pulling herself away from him, and looking into his eyes once more.
Angel drew a breath, but did not speak, just a little surprised at her sudden confession of her feelings to him. And when he doesn't reply, he can see the hurt look in her eyes. And going through his mind were the same things that had just been going through Buffy's, about how he thought he really felt.
But Angel still didn't respond, and Buffy was wondering if he didn't know what to say, or if he didn't feel the same way.
God, what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he just thinks I'm a pathetic whore like my father does? Buffy thought, internally panicking at Angel's silence.
"Angel?" she asked, her voice still soft, and filled with what he thought sounded like hope.
"Buffy I...." he started.
"Don't?"
"No.... it's just-" again she cut him off with a question.
"Can't?"
"Buffy, stop. If you haven't figured out how I feel by now, then you've blocked me out of your life. I've loved you since we first danced, since our eyes really met the other week." He said, and Buffy sat shocked.
This moment should have been perfect, each one of them had finally found someone that loved them, that they could love in return, but instead, it was a surprising, and fearful moment where neither of them knew what the other was thinking.
Buffy was hurt, Angel was trying to help, it all seemed so simple until you threw in all the feelings that had accumulated over the last week. Then it was complicated, and confusing as hell because it couldn't be sorted out. Everything was screaming in their heads and they couldn't pick which voice they wanted to listen to.
There was a knock at the door that broke the now uneasy silence that was settling in the room.
"Angel? There are some people out from who would like a word with you.... And your girlfriend." It was his father's voice, and Angel knew what he was talking about. And at that moment, it dawned on Angel, his father knew about Buffy, sure he didn't know it was Buffy, but he knew his son had some things that he needed to do on his own, and he knew he could handle them.
Angel stood up, and opened the door to reveal his father. "Thanks dad." He said, and watched as his father's eyes traveled to the girl sitting on his bed. He saw the look on his father's face that meant they would talk later, and then the look was gone, and his father strode down the hallway, back to his own room.
"C'mon Buffy...." Angel said, turning to her, and looking at her a little uneasy, "I have a feeling I know who's here...."
Buffy stood up silently, and followed him down stairs into the front hall where he saw two cops standing, waiting patiently for the two of them. Angel nodded at them, and Buffy stood partially behind him, not wanting to have this conversation now.
"Good morning Officers...." Angel said, and one of them stepped forward.
"We're afraid we're going to need you both to come with us so that we can talk." He said.
Angel shook is head, "We can talk here, in the kitchen."
"No, we can't," the second cop said, and Angel looked at him.
"Why not?"
"She's," he indicated Buffy, "needed at the station. Her father wants to speak with her."
Before Angel could, Buffy spoke up. "Tell him I don't want to talk to him."
The cop nodded, "I can do that, but I don't know if he'll like it. And there was some other things we need to speak to you about."
Buffy looked up at Angel, "In the kitchen?"
The two cops nodded, and followed Buffy and Angel to the kitchen. They sat down across the table from Buffy and Angel, and immediately started to ask questions.
"Ms. Summers? Do you believe you will be pressing charges against your father, for what he did to you?" the man sounded to professional, like he really didn't care what happened as long as it was over with soon.
She hesitated and looked to Angel for support, but found no resolve in his face. He was emotionless, because he wanted her to do this on her own, and Buffy some how, got his message, and turned back to the police officer.
"Yes, I believe I will be pressing charges." She said, and Angel thought she sounded like the bravest person he had even known.
"Do you have a lawyer, or will you be needing one in this case?"
"I do believe my family has one, but I'm pretty sure my father will use him, so I guess I'll be needing one."
"Right, we will send a lawyer here in a few days to discuss how the trail will be held, and what you will need to do to prepare."
Buffy nodded, and the men stood up, "Good day to the both of you, we'll show ourselves out." One said, and Buffy watched as they left.
She hadn't liked those men, and she didn't believe that they should have been cops, they were too insensitive, and uninformative. The questions had seemed a little brief, but she supposed that was because she had refused to go down to the station to speak with her father.
Buffy closed her eyes and sighed, knowing that she would have to get over last night if she wanted to fix this. Get over everything thing he had done to her, and throw it back in his face. Only now was different than it would have been only a week before. Now she had someone she could count on, and she knew that wasn't going to change any time soon.
A/N Oh, I apologize if that was repetitive and hard to read, my thoughts were jumbled as I wrote, and I was continuously drifting off and typing poems or doing homework in the middle of this. So sorry if it's a little bit confusing.... It's just I'm trying to keep this active, and you guys happy with the fast updates so things might seem.... rushed.
Bloody SunSet