She Loves Him Not.
Summary: AU. All Human. Buffy falls head-over-heels for Angel. But, what happens when he turns into her own personal stalker?
Rating: Pg-13. Could turn R latter on.
Disclaimer: If, I said I owned them, I lied.
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The Man Behind The Fear
Xander put the screwdriver back in his tool belt. "There ya go, Buffster. One Angel proof lock." Buffy smiled weakly. "Thanks, Xand." Xander nodded and sat down at the desk.
"Maybe you should call the cops."
"And tell them what? That a perfectly normal girl can't protect herself from her ex-boyfriend?" xander looked at her with worried eyes. "No, that some crazy guy is following you and that you're fearing for your life." Buffy sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I don't fear for my life. Besides, It hasn't been that bad lately."
There was a knock at Buffy's dorm room door. She opened it a crack and peered outside. Angel stood there, leaning on the thresh-hold. "Buffy, I need-" She cut him off by slamming the door in his face. He knocked on the door again, and called out her name. She did her best to ignore him. He pounded on the door, getting louder and louder by the second.
Buffy went to her desk, and blasted The Donna's "Fall Behind Me" through the speakers of her stereo. She than sat against the wall on the floor in the tiny space between the desk and the wall. She could hear his screams, but they were muffled by the booming of the music.
"Buffy, I need you!" was the last thing she heard before a noise came from the hall. She turned the music off and ran to the door. She heard another bang. Like someone hitting the floor. She threw open the door and saw Angel resoling with a Security guard.
"This isn't over!" yelled as he pushed the guard back and ran down the hall.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" The guard asked. Buffy nodded. "I'm fine."
"if that creep comes near you again, just call Campus Security." Buffy nodded again, and closed the door. Than, she locked it and sat on her bed. Maybe it was time to do something.
Buffy had had a long talk with her mother and gotten her priorities' straightened out. She realized that Angel was a threat to her, her friend's, and her family. But, she couldn't go to the cops. As standard procedure, Campus Security had notified the police. All they had done for Buffy was to tell her to watch her back, not to go out alone at night, ect.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay hear?" Joyce asked.
"Yes, Mom. I have Xander, remember?" Joyce rolled her eye's. "Just think about it."
Buffy nodded. "I'll think about it." She grabbed her bag and left the house. She hated the fact that she didn't have a car. She had to walk everywhere. Before she had had this problem, it wasn't a big deal. But, now that she had her own personal stalker, she was open game. Buffy walked through town, trying not to show any fear. Someone called her name behind her, and her heart raced as she turned around. Cordelia, of all People, was trying to catch up with her. "hay."
"Hay?" Buffy wasn't really sure what Cordelia wanted with her.
"Look, I know about your problem with this Angel guy. And, can I just say, that I never-"
"Cordelia, your point?"
Cordelia smiled. "Oh, right. Anyway, i just wanted to let you know, that evan though I don't know first hand what you're going through, you just need to know that you have options. Ya know, other than hiding like a dog with it's tail between it's leg's."
"Thanks. I think."
Joyce walked down the hall to Buffy's dorm room. She hear, in her opinion, God-awful music blaring from someone's room. "How can people study with this racket?" she thought out loud. Than, she saw Angel sitting out side the door of Buffy's dorm room, and realized that the music came from inside her daughter's room.
"Get up." she instructed. Angel looked up at her. "Ms. Summers," he said, quickly getting to his feet. "Thank God you're here. maybe you can talk to Buffy. Convince her-"
"I will do no such thing." She heard the music turn off and guessed that Buffy was shuffling to the door.
"I told you to leave her alone."
"And I told you that I love her." Angel replied through gritted teeth. Joyce stepped close to him and got right in his face.
"Now you listen to me. You are a pathetic, attention needing son-of-a...gun. No matter how much you think you do, you don't need my daughter. She is younger than you, and less experienced than you, and I will not allow you to ruin her life! You, Mr. Angelus, are nothing to any of us anymore. But, there is one thing you have kept consistent sense this whole thing started. You are the one she has nightmares about. Dreams so awful, she shoots out of her sleep every night, drowning in her own sweat. And, I will be damned if she has to continue living her life in this fear, all because of your sick obsession. Because you, you are the man behind her fear." Joyce opened that suddenly unlocked door and stepped inside, locking t again behind her.