Disclaimer thingie : "Buffy" belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy. This is written purely for something to do, not for monetary gain. Hey to my reviewers. I will try to update more regularly, just been really busy with "real life" stuff.
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"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though unwanted...unbidden...it will stir...open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us...guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?"
"He was in my room last night," Buffy said as she strode into the library.
"Who?" Giles asked, looking up from the pile of books he had been busy checking in.
"Angel," Buffy replied. "He was in my room last night."
"Are you sure?" Giles asked as he walked slowly out from behind his desk and followed Buffy over to the table where Cordelia and Xander were sitting.
"Positive," she said softly. "When I woke up, I found a picture he'd left me on my pillow."
"A visit from the pointed tooth fairy," Xander wise cracked, but inside, he felt a twinge. He'd felt this twinge for a while now. Not just the "I want you" twinge he always had around girls, but another one. He felt it everytime he saw or staked a Vampire. Even at times when they just talked about them. He couldn't put his finger on why he felt it, he just did.
"Wait," Cordelia piped up. "I thought vampires couldn't come in unless you invited them in."
Giles turned and looked at her. Was she really this naive?
"Yes, but, uh," he said, "once you've invited them in, thereafter they're, they're always welcome."
"Ya know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you girls here," Xander said. "About inviting strange men into your bedrooms," he added when he saw the look Buffy was giving him. He only hoped it didn't sound as bitter when he said it as it sounded in his head. But he felt it. The bitterness that he couldn't have Buffy. That Angel, a Vampire, could have her, and had.
"Oh god," Cordelia exclaimed. "I invited him into my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants."
"Yup, you're doomed to having to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like one. And those guys never chip in for gas," Xander joked.
Cordelia just shot him a disgusted glance and looked away. Did he take nothing seriously?
Jenny was dead. All Giles could think about was those wasted weeks when he had frozen her out of his life. So much wasted time, and now it was too late. All he saw was her eyes staring sightlessly at him. He wanted to hold her again, breathe life back into her, but he knew it would do no good. He had to call the police, do everything by the book, then get his revenge on the one he once called his friend. Angel.
"Why did you come here?" Giles yelled as he pushed Buffy away from him. "This wasn't your fight."
She pulled back his fist and punched him hard on the jaw. He fell to ground and lay there.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" she yelled back at him. She looked at him, lying on the ground, and her heart broke. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She crouched beside him and wrapped her arms around him as they flowed down her cheeks. "You can't leave me. I can't do this alone."
Giles finally let the tears that had burning behind his eyes fall as he clung to Buffy.
The funeral had been hard for Xander. He felt such...guilt, but he didn't know why. He stood away from the others and watched their tears and sad faces. The feeling of guilt had been growing for a while now. It was the twinge he had been feeling. Guilt. But he didn't understand why. Was it because he had lusted after Buffy and now that Angel had turned, he could finally make his move? He was finally able to tell her he had wanted her after all this time just when things were going bad for her. Was that why he felt so guilty? But he had been feeling this way since before Angel's turning. In fact, ever since Jesse and all the Vampires he'd seen after. He felt as if the whole thing was his fault. As if he was to blame for every Demon and Vampire that they came up against was his fault and he hated that feeling.
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"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though unwanted...unbidden...it will stir...open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us...guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?"
"He was in my room last night," Buffy said as she strode into the library.
"Who?" Giles asked, looking up from the pile of books he had been busy checking in.
"Angel," Buffy replied. "He was in my room last night."
"Are you sure?" Giles asked as he walked slowly out from behind his desk and followed Buffy over to the table where Cordelia and Xander were sitting.
"Positive," she said softly. "When I woke up, I found a picture he'd left me on my pillow."
"A visit from the pointed tooth fairy," Xander wise cracked, but inside, he felt a twinge. He'd felt this twinge for a while now. Not just the "I want you" twinge he always had around girls, but another one. He felt it everytime he saw or staked a Vampire. Even at times when they just talked about them. He couldn't put his finger on why he felt it, he just did.
"Wait," Cordelia piped up. "I thought vampires couldn't come in unless you invited them in."
Giles turned and looked at her. Was she really this naive?
"Yes, but, uh," he said, "once you've invited them in, thereafter they're, they're always welcome."
"Ya know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you girls here," Xander said. "About inviting strange men into your bedrooms," he added when he saw the look Buffy was giving him. He only hoped it didn't sound as bitter when he said it as it sounded in his head. But he felt it. The bitterness that he couldn't have Buffy. That Angel, a Vampire, could have her, and had.
"Oh god," Cordelia exclaimed. "I invited him into my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants."
"Yup, you're doomed to having to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like one. And those guys never chip in for gas," Xander joked.
Cordelia just shot him a disgusted glance and looked away. Did he take nothing seriously?
Jenny was dead. All Giles could think about was those wasted weeks when he had frozen her out of his life. So much wasted time, and now it was too late. All he saw was her eyes staring sightlessly at him. He wanted to hold her again, breathe life back into her, but he knew it would do no good. He had to call the police, do everything by the book, then get his revenge on the one he once called his friend. Angel.
"Why did you come here?" Giles yelled as he pushed Buffy away from him. "This wasn't your fight."
She pulled back his fist and punched him hard on the jaw. He fell to ground and lay there.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" she yelled back at him. She looked at him, lying on the ground, and her heart broke. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She crouched beside him and wrapped her arms around him as they flowed down her cheeks. "You can't leave me. I can't do this alone."
Giles finally let the tears that had burning behind his eyes fall as he clung to Buffy.
The funeral had been hard for Xander. He felt such...guilt, but he didn't know why. He stood away from the others and watched their tears and sad faces. The feeling of guilt had been growing for a while now. It was the twinge he had been feeling. Guilt. But he didn't understand why. Was it because he had lusted after Buffy and now that Angel had turned, he could finally make his move? He was finally able to tell her he had wanted her after all this time just when things were going bad for her. Was that why he felt so guilty? But he had been feeling this way since before Angel's turning. In fact, ever since Jesse and all the Vampires he'd seen after. He felt as if the whole thing was his fault. As if he was to blame for every Demon and Vampire that they came up against was his fault and he hated that feeling.