I have finally finished chapters 2-6 so look forward to th next 5 or so... lol r/r and enjoy

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Buffy awoke to the faint buzz of her alarm clock. She did dread the moments of first waking up in the morning, but something about this morning made her excited almost. Although she still had the feeling of being watched, and she disliked it. She sat up and stretched lightly as she got up from the bed and pulled the covers up to the pillows. As she pulled the covers up she noticed something on the pillow next to her pillow, a piece of paper folded into three parts. She picked it up and unfolded it, questioning who would sneak into her room and leave anything on her pillow. Then she remembered that the last time this happened was when Angel left that drawing, but she would not believe that this was Angel's handy work. Considering the fact that she could barely remember what the drawing looked like anymore. After all he was supposedly in hell. So how could he have left it? Still, as she opened it, she looked at the neat Lucida handwriting that simply said,

'Love forthcoming has brought him here

A wish for the truth that to him was unclear

True love a burden at some times

Can bring forth those from hell at most anytime'

This confused her, she shook her head and decided to put it off and ask Giles about it later. Until then if she didn't hurry, she would be late for school. She quickly threw on a t-shirt and some nice black pants and boots, grabbed her bag and ran out the door as she slipped the paper into her pocket. She ran down the block, up the stairs to the main hallway and into the library as quick as she could. She looked once again at the expectant faces of her friends. Finally after a long silence to where you could only hear the faint buzz of the air conditioner doing its work, Willow stood and broke the thick, and I mean thick ice with, "So how did the date do last night?" Buffy wrinkle her nose thinking that Willow could have chosen a better subject to ask about like 'how's the weather Buffy?' or 'nice day out isn't it Buffy?' but still Buffy answered the question, "Well… it went nice… until I thought I saw Angel…" Xander rolled his eyes. He had never liked Angel from the beginning, and his hate, or should I say dislike with a passion grew even more, as Angel had been evil.

Xander was truthfully glad the guy went to hell, and he was completely enraged at the fact that Buffy didn't seem to be able to get over him too well at all. Buffy didn't share the same view as Xander did, the protective view. All Buffy thought about was her love for Angle, and how she never thought he could turn on them. But Xander thought differently on the subject, and was not afraid to voice it either. Xander wanted Angel gone, because he knew that having any type of vampire around would mean one of them putting their life on the line by being his friend, or in Buffy's case, his lover. Truthfully Xander was afraid of what would happen to Buffy while she was with this mysterious, yet all so sensitive and caring vampire lover boy.

Buffy took the note she had found on her pillow and tossed it to the table, "I found this next to my pillow this morning… I was wondering if you could tell me what it is or what it means Giles." Giles picked up the paper and looked at it closely. Almost as if he were studying it down to the very texture of the paper, as if his eyes were burning holes through it. He gave one of those confused head shakes and looks at Buffy, "This poem is used by gypsies to summon demons from hell… this particular type though is only used for those demons that were lucky enough to have found true love, which is… very uncommon for a demon of this time and era." They all looked at each other a bit confused for a moment then sat in complete shock as Giles continued with, "I recognize this handwriting… it is the exact same handwriting that was used to lure me upstairs after Angel had killed Jennifer…" Of coarse you could expect the room to be speechless after that shocking statement.

During this silence Buffy kept flashing back though her memories to where she found the drawing next to her pillow, the one Angle had drawn of her while she slept soundly. Then to the moment when she had shoved the sword through his stomach and he was reaching out to her, this annoyed her, for his face was becoming unclear now. The look of betrayal that played across his face as he was pulled into the void of hell was blurred out and all she was left with were only the words 'I love you' in her oh so unclear memories. And still she couldn't find a reason why she was beginning to forget some of the things.

Before she had time to think about her reactions she stood, her eyes glaring to the ground as she said in a stressed tone, "No… it couldn't have been Angel… I refuse to believe it…" with that she ran out, and retreated to a nearby tree in the local park. Leaving her friends to sit there in awe, and a lot of wonder. She was going to just sit there and await nightfall to come over her, and wait for Angle to make his appearance.

Angel sat in a shaded building, his eyes closed as he played through his memories. Even though he realized why Buffy had killed him, he wondered why she still killed him after he had turned back to normal. He was brought back for the soul purpose of reuniting with Buffy. If he couldn't do that, he might as well say good bye to Earth, and hello to hell. Part of the true love Gypsy curse, was that if he didn't find his true love within one human year, and obtain her kiss. Then he would eternally be sent back to hell. Angle refused to have that, although he figured that he would give Buffy one more day to recuperate from killing him three months ago. He felt no vengeance towards her at all, he was just confused right now, and didn't know if she would just all of a sudden jump with joy if she were to see him for the first time within the three months that she killed him.

As a small droplet of water fell to the ground and splashed against the stone floor his attention was detoured from his view of the park where Buffy was, to a figure that had arose from the shadows, and came into Angel's view, " 'Ello Angel… I see you made it out of hell without a scratch…" that sentence was spoken in an English accent that seemed so familiar. Then Angel thought for a moment, he only knew one vampire that knew him by name and had a British accent like that, it had to have been Spike. But what was he doing there… of all places. Why was he back in Sunnydale? Although, frightfully unhappy to see him Angel glares, "I see you lost the training wheels…" Angel paused, hoping Spike remembered the time he faked being injured and mostly stayed in a wheel chair, "… why are you here Spike?" Spike grinned maniacally as he looked at Angel the shadows looming over his face, "Well… Dru was killed by a slayer… I figured I'd come claim my other prize… a prize that I can only claim by coming here…" Angel found this hard to believe, and was beginning to wonder who this 'prize' would be after all.

Buffy looked around as the darkness had already fallen over her. It wasn't like her to just go and skip school like that for a whole day, but right now she just needed to be alone with her memories. Mostly to figure out why they were fading. Buffy sighed thinking that Angel might not come. She didn't even know if he was really back, and truthfully part of her didn't want to find out. Buffy had finally devised a plan of a sort, she would sit there until he showed. That sounded good to her at the moment, and if he never showed, for the fact that he hadn't come back, then she would waste away under that tree. Although she had this voice in the back of her mind telling her that this was pointless, and she should not be wasting her time on someone that's most likely burning in hell right about now. She stood just about to leave when she heard a sound come from behind her. She turned to see a guy standing there, but she was unhappy to see who it was.

It is amazing how you get your heart set on one person to show, but your worst nightmare shows instead. That is always the biggest bummer, considering the fact that the one standing in front of her now was one of her sworn enemies, and he had a fire in his eyes. A fire that burned bright bringing out his every intentions, his every movement, and thought could be seen in his eyes. Well not really, it just sounded cool. This guy is really quite unpredictable. And it just wrenched at Buffy knowing she owed him one for saving her from those cops, and helping her with Angel, this is what made her let out a long sigh as she said in an overly stressed tone of voice, "What do you want? Because I am not really in the mood to fight right now… and I'm all out of favors..."

Before Buffy could even finish her sentence she fell to her knees, her head was filling with memories of the night she killed Angel, but all of them unclear, something about them getting blocked out, and she noticed that the most common thing getting blocked out was Angel's face. Her moment of weakness and her enemy is there to take advantage of it. How nice, knowing that he is going to have something to go on about for years to come. Although she was surprised to see that instead of taking advantage of this, he just picked her up and began to walk towards a secluded building. Not saying a word more.