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.
Author's Note: I know it's not the longest epilog, but not a lot left to say. If you don't like the ending, oh well. It's just the way it has to go to keep consistent with the relationship between Buffy and Angel. You'll see what I mean.
Angel chased Buffy down the deserted street in Sunnydale. Buffy was screaming for help, but no one seemed to hear her. Angel finally caught up to her, and tackled her to the ground.
"It's never over!" He yelled, over and over. Buffy struggled to get away, but Angel was too strong. He held her to the ground, and than pulled out a pocket knife from hi pocket.
"I think you should know what it's like to have your heart ripped out... Literally!"
"No!" Buffy screamed as the knife plunged towards her.
Buffy shot out of bed, soaked in her own sweat. She gasped for air, as riley Finn, her fiancee stood up next to her. "That dream again?" He asked. She nodded, seeming unsure of her surroundings'.
"Try to sleep." Riley coaxed her. She laid beck down, and tried to think of something else. Riley, chocolate, shoes, anything.
She eventually calmed down and drifted off to sleep, in Riley's loving arms. She woke up from time to time, but only to check if Riley was still there. and he was. That's what she loved around him. He was always there. And not in the crazy, stalkerish way that Angel was. Buffy still didn't understand, evan in the tiniest bit, what had made Angel snap.
Buffy woke up one last time, than finally went to sleep.
As the dark figure watched from outside.