She Loves Him Not.
Rating: Pg-13. Could turn R latter on.
Disclaimer: If, I said I owned them, I lied.
Feedback: Give it to me. But, be gentle.
Buffy walked through the crowded Bronze on Friday night. She was waiting for her mother to come and pick her up. when Joyce finally came, she drove Buffy back to the dorm and reluctantly dropped her off. Buffy went through the unlocked dorm room door, only to find Angel, ready and waiting.
"Get out." Was all she said before throwing her bag on the desk. Angel laughed, and it sent shivers down her spine.
"But what about our big day?" He asked. "It would be five months today." Buffy glared at him.
"I'm sure you'll live."
''Yah, but you might not." Buffy shook her head and smiled a fake smile.
"Oh. Big strong stalker making threats now?"
Angel laughed again and stood up.
"I'm calling security." She headed for the phone but Angel stepped in front of her.
"Why. They never seem to be able to help you. So, why don't you just cut the crap and admit that you can't stand being away from me and tell me you love me."
"The man I loved left town when the monster in front of me went crazy." Angel grabbed onto her arm's.
"So you think you can get away with talking like that to me? That you're better than me?"
"Don't have to think it. I know it." With a look of fury in his eyes, Angel turned her around, and smashed her into the table by her bed.
"I'll kill you if you don't leave me alone!" She hollered. Angel pushed her to the ground. She stood up slowly, pain pulsing through her body.
"You won't kill me." he said. "You can't."
"Oh yah?" Buffy kicked him in the nuts, and he doubled over in pain. She than gathered her strength, and pushed him back with everything she had. he flew back, and broke through the window. Buffy watched as he fell five stories down, and landed on his back. Willow came in, and called an ambulance.
Buffy thought that she would have slept soundly that night, now that it was over. Angel was dead, and the stalking was over. But, in her mind, he continued to play with her thought's. She began to ask herself,
'Is it really over?'