Author: Sith Lord Darth Omar
Summary: This is chapter III. Buffy makes a phone call. LOL, yeah that's all you're getting… for now. Tell me please, should I bother to continue?
Contact Me:
Buffy stood on the platform at the top of the Eiffel Tower. The surrounding cityscape at night gleamed with twinkling lights, and the night air was calm and unmoving. The City of Lovers spread out beneath her, and her mind certainly wasn't leaving the topic of a certain dark-haired former vampire that always had occupied her heart.
It seemed he resided in her dreams now, too. She had dreamt of him last night, the way she had countless times since their one union on her birthday all those years ago. She wasn't really sure which kind of dream was worse. Seeing Angelus turned loose again had been such a fear weighing down on her for so long… and for it now to be suddenly gone. She felt undeserving to have such a heavy weight taken off her shoulders.
The first thing she did that morning was to call Willow and tell her of the events of her non-date with Angel. Willow had been excited and encouraged her further to be provocative. But one good thing did come out of her conversation with the redhead. Angel had given her an emergency contact number should Buffy be called back into active duty or if she decided to run away from him. Willow had reluctantly given Buffy his cell phone number. Now, Buffy stood, staring out at the city for what seemed like an eternity, trying to decide what to do next.
I grieve in my condition,
For I cannot find the words to say,
I need you so.
"Why is this so hard?" she whispered to the night air. "I still love him, right?" Her feelings were impossible to figure out. There was a part of her that wanted to run and find him and hold him and stay with him forever. Another piece of her told her to be wary, to take things slowly, as he was, and protect her already fragile heart. Yet another voice in her mind told her to run, run away from him the way he had abandoned her and never look back. She had never felt so lost. But the least she could do was talk to him.
Buffy looked down at her little cell phone, a parting gift from Faith should an emergency arise. She sighed, bit her lip, and dialed Angel's number. Her heartbeat sped up, her face feeling too hot as she realized she was on the cusp of speaking to him. It's funny, how there was only ever one him that would make her lower back hiss in pain like this. The phone rang three times against her ear before he picked up.
"Hello?" His voice was a little groggy, as if he had been woken from sleep recently or pulled out of deep thoughts. Buffy had long ago given up on hoping his brooding was about her. She was not a little girl anymore. So why did she feel like she was sixteen again and seeing him for the first time outside of the Bronze?
"Buffy?" Hearing her name escape his lips – the way only he could say it – made her snap out of her reverie and remember she was supposed to be having a conversation with him.
"Angel. Uhh… hi. How did you know it was me?"
"I don – I just… knew." "Oh."
"Is everything okay?"
"Oh, uh… yeah, I'm fine. Uh, you?"
"I'm alright. How did you get this number?"
"Oh, I, uh, talked to Willow. Used some laws of best-friendship on her. It's okay with you that I have it though, right? 'Cause, I'm sorry if I'm not, I didn't know otherwise and I thought it would be good for me to have a way to contact you in case something went wrong and-"
"Buffy, it… it's fine. I'm just surprised is all. I thought you had a… date tonight?"
"Oh, I, uh… got stood up."
"Oh, well, do you need a ride or something?"
"No, no, I'm okay, I just wanted to see what you were up to. I thought… maybe, if you weren't doing anything… you'd want to substitute for this jerk for me." Buffy cringed as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "Think, Buffy, think! God, could you have said it anymore plainly? Get over here right now, Angel; I wanna jump your human bones. Ugh, stupid!"
"Oh, well… uh… where exactly are you?"
"Ah, believe it or not, the top of the Eiffel Tower."
"It must be beautiful."
"It is. The entire city is glowing and I can see it for miles."
Angel chuckled over the phone. Buffy could feel the tension ease out of her body, letting herself relax a little.
"I've never been to the Eiffel Tower," he said. But before Buffy could respond, she heard a soft click and the dial tone in her ear.
"Angel?"
Oh, but every time I'm close to you,
There's too much I can't say,
And you just walk away.
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