Chapter Four: Dreams and Yellings
A/N: Gasp! I cant remember if I did disclaimer before … hmmmmm …
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING, EXCEPT FOR MAYBE THAT PICTURE OF SOMEONE …
Buffy screamed as the hand smothered her. In the background she could here a faint ringing. With a burst of energy, she grabbed the hand and shattered its wrist. With a grunt, she stabbed the person with a stake which had appeared in her hands. The person turned into dust, showering her body. She looked around, a figure walked out of the shadows. She walked towards him, the ringing getting louder. She ignored it and continued walking towards the guy. She was just a few steps away from him when her surroundings faded away and the ringing turned into a piercing trill. The man slowly disappeared, Buffy yelled at him to come back. However, he gradually faded away. Buffy cried, running to where he was standing. She collapsed into the pile of dust.
"Forever my love, forever"
Buffy shot up from bed, her hand automatically hitting the alarm. She missed, and hit her hand on her table.
"Son of a bitch!" Buffy shook her hand, willing the pain away. She attempted to get up, but ended on hitting her knees against an open drawer. In her frustration, she kicked the drawer. It was a smart idea … so smart she ended up with a throbbing toe and more pain. Deciding that today was not her day she crawled back into bed. Falling back against her pillow Buffy closed her eyes. The pain had faded, leaving her with a numb feeling. She thought about her dream. It had been a weird one, kind of like the ones she had back in Sunnydale … after Angel had left. Angel. She sighed at his name, her mind wandering to what had happened the night before …
"Oh my god, you will not believe who I ran into!"
"Willow!" Buffy hissed into her phone, "On a date here."
"Oh sorry." Willow paused, and Buffy was about to hang up when she heard her best friend's voice again, "But still … you will not believe who I say today."
Buffy groaned, "Who?" she asked, hoping that once the redhead told her she could hang up.
"Angel."
The phone dropped out of her hand, falling to the ground. The clattering sound attracted a waiter nearby and he walked over. Stooping down he picked up the phone.
"Miss? You dropped your phone."
Buffy looked at him blankly, "Miss? Miss, are you okay?" The waiter shook her lightly. Buffy mentally shook herself, "Sorry. Um … yeah, I'm fine. Just shocked."
She took the phone from his hands and smiled before putting it up to her ear again. Willow was calling her name worriedly, "Willow, I'll talk to you later."
She hung up before Willow could protest. Angel … Angel was here … in New York. Angel was here and Willow had seen him. Angel was here in the same city she was after ten years. Angel was here. Angel.
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"Where the fuck were you?" Spike yelled into his best friend's ear. Angel chose not to answer. Spike became more angry, "Where were you? I looked like an idiot last night when you didn't show up. My date fucking dumped me because her friend's promised date DIDN'T SHOW UP!"
"Will you please lower your voice?" Angel asked calmly before returning his attention to the book he was reading.
Spike yanked the book out of his hands, "No I will not lower my bloody voice. I will yell if I bloody want to and you'll just have to fucking deal with IT!" He glared at Angel one more time before stomping out of the room.
Angel got up, "Hey! I want my book back." He followed Spike into the kitchen.
Spike banged around the kitchen, looking for beer. He threw Angel his book.
"Take your bloody book." He grabbed a beer and brushed past Angel. Angel sighed and followed.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't show yesterday." Spike plopped down onto the sofa and turned on the T.V. Angel sighed and walked back into his room.
Everything was silent for a while before Spike's voice was heard, "Why did you not come?"
Angel walked back out of his room and sat down next to Spike on the couch. He grabbed the beer and took a swig.
"I ran into an old friend …"
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