Authors note:: No reviews?! Is it really that bad?! Ah well, here is chap
2, maybe it will change some peoples minds to have a little faith in
me!!!!! Please review, cause if you don't you don't get no more!! I accept
constructive criticism also!! Hehe, Anyways back to the fic..
here goes.
Chap 2
I can't stay here.
Memories swarm around every corner, wherever I go I seem to see something that reminds me of Angel.
The bench we sat on only two weeks ago. The pathway we walked along, hand in hand. The gravestone that we leaned against, while on patrol. It all comes flooding back and causes more pain than it's worth.
I pack my bag and leave. Not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about my friends or family. For once in my life I am going to do something for me, instead of the rest of the fucking world.
A scribbled note, placed on my bed and I'm gone, taking the quickest route out of here, watching silently as I pass the sign that I thought I'd never see fade into the distance.
NOW LEAVING SUNNYDALE come back soon!
Tears appear in my eyes and quickly I sniff them away. No more tears, its too late for that now. I stare down at my hand and notice my ring has gone. That ring I had from him. The one that now lies dormant where Acathla sits silently.
I shake my head defeated. If only. If only I had never met him. If only I had not agreed to sex. If only.
I take a deep breath and lean my head against the window, allowing the coolness to seep into my hot skin. The glass is so cold against my skin. Just like he was.
Quickly I move my head away. Am I doomed to feel this pain forever? Fucking looks like it.
******
I trudge along the street, searching half heartedly for a bed and breakfast or at least somewhere to crash. My eyes fall upon a small building to the left, a tiny battered sign in the window indicating that there are vacancies inside. This will have to do.
A bell rings as I open the door and I stand patiently in the porch listening to the oncoming footsteps from the hall to my right.
A large, bustley woman enters with a big smile on her face. "Well hello young lady, how may I help you?" She asks, her warm hand held out in greeting.
I take it politely and smile in response. "Do you have a room?" I ask, coughing slightly.
"Why yes dear. Please, come in and take a seat, you look exhausted." Okay I'm all for being polite and stuff but this woman is creepy!
Cautiously I follow, trying to tell myself that she is probably just a normal person and that I shouldn't jump to conclusions about her.
She sits me down and bumbles off to get a cup of tea, something I'd rather not have but it's really hard to say no when they ask so nicely. All I want to do is curl up in a bed and sleep away the past. Get rid of the thought of his beautiful brown eyes, and delicious smile. Get rid of the memory of my sword slicing though bone as it slides into my lover's chest.
I physically flinch at the memory.
A hot mug of tea is placed in my hands and I look up with glazed eyes. No more. There can't be any more.
I learn the ladies name is Mrs Pick, and she has lived here with her husband and children for a number of years. Slowly I take a sip of the tea, and wonder again why I like the stuff. See what kind of effect Giles has on you?
Before I know it she is asking questions. Where do you come from? Why are you here? How long will you stay?
All questions that I can't answer. I can't tell her I'm running away from Sunnydale because I just murdered my boyfriend and don't ever intend returning.
So quietly I shrug and rattle off a few lies. Names Anne. Came from Chicago to start a new life in L.A. Her brow furrows and I know she knows I'm lying. I wonder how many young girls my age she has had stay here before. Probably hundreds. Just I'm here for a different reason. I'm here for murder and running away from my destiny.
Time to make excuses and retire.
I ask about the room again and instantly she is up on her feet and leading me upstairs to a small room, with a single bed and wardrobe in. I smile kindly and thank the lady. It's about time I had some sleep.
******
Can't sleep. He haunts my dreams. Visiting me, talking to me, reminding me. I can't take the pain anymore. I just want it all to end.
I turn over and stare at the small clock on the wall. 3AM, 3:05AM, 3:06AM. The clock ticks soothingly in the background reminding me that everything is still real. That time just looks like it has stopped, that it hasn't really.
But hell it feels like it.
I shut my eyes, willingly my body to sleep but instantly brown eyes and a slight smile appear before my lids and I am awake again, staring up at the bare ceiling.
Is this what it's going to be like forever? Is this how I will live my life, day after day?
******
"B - B - But what if she never returns? I mean, what if she's dead, or - or she's lying half dead in a gutter somewhere and has no-one to help her?" Willow panics down the phone to Xander.
"Will, she is the slayer. Something tells me she is ok." Xander sighs, rolling his eyes and reassuring himself he is right at the same time.
"But what if Angelus got her?"
"Will! Stop it!! She is not dead! If she was dead, Acathla would be open and we would be sucked into hell. She probably wanted some alone time that's all!"
"XANDER! It's been two months!" Willow sobs exasperated into the phone.
"She will call. Don't worry." Xander tries desperately to comfort his best friend.
"We can't take it anymore Xander. Especially with the new killer in town." Willows sobs calm down as she listens to Xander's calming voice.
"We'll get it Willow, whatever it is, we'll get it."
"What if its too big for us and we don't get it?" Willow starts to panic again. "It's already slaughtered several people and we believe it's attached to the number of vampire killings that have happened over the past few weeks!"
"Calm Will. We'll go see Giles in the morning, see if he has heard any news from either the Buffster or about this new critter in town."
"Ok."
"Bye Will."
"Xand?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
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here goes.
Chap 2
I can't stay here.
Memories swarm around every corner, wherever I go I seem to see something that reminds me of Angel.
The bench we sat on only two weeks ago. The pathway we walked along, hand in hand. The gravestone that we leaned against, while on patrol. It all comes flooding back and causes more pain than it's worth.
I pack my bag and leave. Not thinking about the consequences, not thinking about my friends or family. For once in my life I am going to do something for me, instead of the rest of the fucking world.
A scribbled note, placed on my bed and I'm gone, taking the quickest route out of here, watching silently as I pass the sign that I thought I'd never see fade into the distance.
NOW LEAVING SUNNYDALE come back soon!
Tears appear in my eyes and quickly I sniff them away. No more tears, its too late for that now. I stare down at my hand and notice my ring has gone. That ring I had from him. The one that now lies dormant where Acathla sits silently.
I shake my head defeated. If only. If only I had never met him. If only I had not agreed to sex. If only.
I take a deep breath and lean my head against the window, allowing the coolness to seep into my hot skin. The glass is so cold against my skin. Just like he was.
Quickly I move my head away. Am I doomed to feel this pain forever? Fucking looks like it.
******
I trudge along the street, searching half heartedly for a bed and breakfast or at least somewhere to crash. My eyes fall upon a small building to the left, a tiny battered sign in the window indicating that there are vacancies inside. This will have to do.
A bell rings as I open the door and I stand patiently in the porch listening to the oncoming footsteps from the hall to my right.
A large, bustley woman enters with a big smile on her face. "Well hello young lady, how may I help you?" She asks, her warm hand held out in greeting.
I take it politely and smile in response. "Do you have a room?" I ask, coughing slightly.
"Why yes dear. Please, come in and take a seat, you look exhausted." Okay I'm all for being polite and stuff but this woman is creepy!
Cautiously I follow, trying to tell myself that she is probably just a normal person and that I shouldn't jump to conclusions about her.
She sits me down and bumbles off to get a cup of tea, something I'd rather not have but it's really hard to say no when they ask so nicely. All I want to do is curl up in a bed and sleep away the past. Get rid of the thought of his beautiful brown eyes, and delicious smile. Get rid of the memory of my sword slicing though bone as it slides into my lover's chest.
I physically flinch at the memory.
A hot mug of tea is placed in my hands and I look up with glazed eyes. No more. There can't be any more.
I learn the ladies name is Mrs Pick, and she has lived here with her husband and children for a number of years. Slowly I take a sip of the tea, and wonder again why I like the stuff. See what kind of effect Giles has on you?
Before I know it she is asking questions. Where do you come from? Why are you here? How long will you stay?
All questions that I can't answer. I can't tell her I'm running away from Sunnydale because I just murdered my boyfriend and don't ever intend returning.
So quietly I shrug and rattle off a few lies. Names Anne. Came from Chicago to start a new life in L.A. Her brow furrows and I know she knows I'm lying. I wonder how many young girls my age she has had stay here before. Probably hundreds. Just I'm here for a different reason. I'm here for murder and running away from my destiny.
Time to make excuses and retire.
I ask about the room again and instantly she is up on her feet and leading me upstairs to a small room, with a single bed and wardrobe in. I smile kindly and thank the lady. It's about time I had some sleep.
******
Can't sleep. He haunts my dreams. Visiting me, talking to me, reminding me. I can't take the pain anymore. I just want it all to end.
I turn over and stare at the small clock on the wall. 3AM, 3:05AM, 3:06AM. The clock ticks soothingly in the background reminding me that everything is still real. That time just looks like it has stopped, that it hasn't really.
But hell it feels like it.
I shut my eyes, willingly my body to sleep but instantly brown eyes and a slight smile appear before my lids and I am awake again, staring up at the bare ceiling.
Is this what it's going to be like forever? Is this how I will live my life, day after day?
******
"B - B - But what if she never returns? I mean, what if she's dead, or - or she's lying half dead in a gutter somewhere and has no-one to help her?" Willow panics down the phone to Xander.
"Will, she is the slayer. Something tells me she is ok." Xander sighs, rolling his eyes and reassuring himself he is right at the same time.
"But what if Angelus got her?"
"Will! Stop it!! She is not dead! If she was dead, Acathla would be open and we would be sucked into hell. She probably wanted some alone time that's all!"
"XANDER! It's been two months!" Willow sobs exasperated into the phone.
"She will call. Don't worry." Xander tries desperately to comfort his best friend.
"We can't take it anymore Xander. Especially with the new killer in town." Willows sobs calm down as she listens to Xander's calming voice.
"We'll get it Willow, whatever it is, we'll get it."
"What if its too big for us and we don't get it?" Willow starts to panic again. "It's already slaughtered several people and we believe it's attached to the number of vampire killings that have happened over the past few weeks!"
"Calm Will. We'll go see Giles in the morning, see if he has heard any news from either the Buffster or about this new critter in town."
"Ok."
"Bye Will."
"Xand?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
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