Part 3

Buffy ran. Ran as fast as she could. She couldn't have stuck around for another minute, hearing such lies. She ran to Willows. She knew that if she needed any help, with anything, she could always count on her.

She knew that she couldn't talk to Xander, about it. He never really did like Angel.

Buffy climbed up the side of the house and on to the balcony and knocked on Willow's door. She could see Willow lying there on her bed, messing around with her laptop. She admires her friend. She never really did understand anything about school, and she had Willow's help. If she was having problems with a subject in school, she would offer her help and she thanked her for her help.

She knocked again, a little louder.

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Willow looked up from her research, and looked over at the door. Someone stood out there, and knocked. She got up and answered it.

She opened the door, and standing there was Buffy, her best friend.

"Hey, what are you doing here so late?"

"Willow, I need your help with something," Buffy said, as Willow let her in.

"Isn't it a little late to do homework?" She asked, as she closed the door.

"Not that kind of help. Help with something more."

Willow walked over to her bed and sat down on the corner as she listened to what Buffy had to say.

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"WOW! You mean you really cracked him a good one?" Willow asked shocked.

"Yeah. And now that I did, I feel so bad. I mean, this is the guy that I love so much and have strong feelings for. When he was telling me about my dreams, I got, I guess, angry and I punched him. I didn't want to believe him. Do you think that you would be able to do that for me?"

Willow sat there, for a minute, before she said anything. "I think it can be done, but I'll need until tomorrow so that I can get the supplies for it."

"Thanks Will. I really appreciate it."

"It's nothing. I've been meaning to do it. I just haven't lost anything important that I need to find."

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Buffy said good night and left, to head home. When she got home, she went straight to her room. She needed to be alone.

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Angel lay awake in bed, thinking of what had happened, just a little while ago. He felt horrible. Pain stabbed his un-beating heart. Tear stung his eyes, demanding their escape, but he fought back the urge to cry. He felt like the world was tumbling down on him.

"Oh, my sweet Buffy," He whispered. "Please, believe me."

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The next day…

Buffy woke up rather early then usual. She went and took a shower and got dressed. She knew her mother would be up, making breakfast. It was a family thing. Who ever was up first, made breakfast. Some times it would be Buffy who would be making it and sometimes it was her mother.

She slipped on her boots and headed down stairs. The aroma of French toast, lingered in the air. Her favorite.

She walked in the kitchen, and sat at the counter. Her mother looked up at her and smiled.

"Morning, honey," Joyce said, as she flipped another piece of toast.

"Morning," Buffy said, half not there.

Joyce looked at her daughter. "Is something wrong? Are you feeling alright?" She asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well last night," She told her, as she reached for a glass of orange juice.

"Nightmare again?"

"Yeah, you can say that."

Joyce put the last of the French toast on a plate and turned off the stove. She placed the plate on the counter and sat on the opposite side of Buffy.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Buffy shifted in her seat. She couldn't tell her mom about the dreams she had been having for the last 3 weeks. That maybe what Angel had told her was true and she was too blind and stupid to believe what he had said.

"Not really. I really don't like talking about how stupid my nightmares were. Anyways, it was just a dream. Not like it was real or anything."

Her mother looked at her, a worried face. But she knew she couldn't push it out of her. If she wanted to tell her about her nightmares, she will tell her on her own time.

"Okay. But if you want to talk, you know I'm always here."

Buffy looked at her mother, and smiled. She knew she could always count on her. "Thanks."

Joyce placed 2 French toast on each of their plate. Buffy wasn't that hungry, but she couldn't just leave without eating just a bit.

They sat in silence as they ate their French toast and bacon. Joyce poured Buffy another glass of juice and poured herself another cup of coffee.

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"I might be late coming home tonight. You know the whole patrol thing. Giles said, some fresh blood suckers are waiting to be stacked by, Mr. Pointy," Buffy said, as she pulled out her stake.

"You just be careful," Joyce said, as she was putting away the dishes from this morning.

"Aren't I always?" Buffy asked. When she saw the look of concern on her mothers face, Buffy walked up to her, and gave her a hug. "Don't worry mom, they have a better chance of getting hurt, then I do."

"I know. I'm still trying to get use to that my daughter, is a vampire slayer," Joyce told her.

"How about this, I'll, just in case, load myself with extra stuff tonight. And I'll drag Giles with me. I'm sure he could use some action in his not so fun life."

Buffy kissed her mother on the cheek, told her that she was going over to Willow's to work on a project and left.