Faith ran back to her apartment. After she got inside, she locked the door. Knowing he couldn't get inside without in invitation. But she didn't want to risk it. She quickly got undressed, and stepped into the shower. She felt dirty after being grabbed by him, his hands on her. She felt dirty.
Angelus sat beneath a tree, thinking of what just happened. She didn't do anything to him. It was real, not magic. Then his thoughts drifted to a much bigger question. Could this be love or just attraction? But somewhere in side his lifeless heart, he wished it was love, though he would never admit, or at least until she said it to him.
"What the hell? Why in the hell am I thinking of this stuff?" he said to himself. He got up and walked back to the mansion. When he got there he locked himself in his room, and went to sleep. To dream more dreams of Faith, his one truth. His one true love.
Faith stepped out of the shower, wrapped the towel around her body, and grabbed her bra and her black tank top, and her panties out of closet. She got dressed in them and got into her bed. She quickly fell asleep. She awoke in a world of darkness. She could her footsteps behind her.
"So much for the pad lock," Faith said sarcastically.
"Faith?" a voice said from behind her. But Faith knew it was Angelus. She turned around to see him.
But it was just her head playing games with her. She then heard a loud buzzing sound. She sprang up in bed, in her bed in her shitty run down apartment.
"I fucking hate dreams," Faith said to herself, half said that Angelus wasn't in it.
Angel lay on his bed, completely naked, as Faith kissed up his chest, she reached his mouth, and they met in a long passionate kiss as he locked his arms around her. He rolled her onto her back, and got on top of her. He continued to kiss her, as he thrust into her.
"Faith I-I," Angelus started to say but was cut off by Faith pressing a finger to his lips.
"Shh, lover" she said. He smiled at her.
Angelus opened his eyes and squinted at the slim sliver of light coming in through the window; he would have to board that one up better that night.
"Just something else to distract me from Faith," he said in his head.
"Darling, what's wrong?" Darla said sensing something wrong with Angelus.
"Nothing's wrong," he said getting up, walking over to the window. He closes the curtain, but not before the sunlight could get one good smoke puff out of him. The ray of sunlight burned his chest. He paid no attention to it. He barely felt pain anymore.
He sighed and walked back to the bed. He went back to sleep, knowing that wasn't what Darla wanted. She wanted him again. But she couldn't.
Faith walked down the sidewalk towards the school. She had a long day in front of her. She didn't even do her homework because of that note, Angelus had given her. But how, did it get in her locker. Didn't matter. Not now. Not ever. She'd steer clear away from him.
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