Authors note: D Thanks to all the people who reviewed. I wont make many more authors notes until about chapter seven, because I've already got all the other chapters uploaded. I just noticed a load of spelling errors and things I wanted to change in this one. So I decided to do this.
Kim-I know you would've gone for Feramir. I was originally going to do Gandalf, just because I'm that weird And I made it easy mac because it fit with the cheesy-ness of that chapter.
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Angel awoke that morning expecting to see the petite blonde in his arms, expecting to smile down at her, and see her smile back, but alas no. His dreams weren't going to come true, not yet. He slowly got out of the warm bed, not even bothering to cover himself as he headed for the door out of the bedroom, to find Buffy. But he stopped, his heart, he thought, stopped beating, at what he saw through the cracks in the door. Buffy-HIS Buffy- making out by the front door with The Immortal. He could feel his heart-his newly beating heart- breaking, slowly, crumbling off into the oblivion, along with his dreams, all of his dreams that had kept him going for so long. God, he felt like he was going to cry. But he wasn't. He couldn't. He had to be strong. He had to keep a straight and emotionless face through all the heartache, and look straight into the cold future that now lay before him. He had to deal with this—by leaving. He hurried to get dressed. Just as soon as he had his jacket on Buffy entered the room, fixing her hair. As Angel looked at her he cringed and looked down. She failed to notice this as she slowly closed in on him, going in to kiss him. He suddenly shoved her away. "Slut." He muttered harshly, causing Buffy's eyes to go wide.
"What?" She asked, not believing ANGEL had just said that to her. I mean, he's Angel, he doesn't call Buffy a slut… until now.
"You heard me." His tone oozed with harshness.
"Why are y—oh… you—oh. Angel, I'm s—." He cut her off.
"Don't waste your breath." He spat out as he walked out of her room. Moments later he walked back in, a small smile formed on Buffy's lips, thinking he wouldn't leave. But her smile left as she watched him tear down the Legolas poster and rip it up, then toss the remains of the other poster out of his pockets, and then walk back out. She stared after him, a look of dismay on her facial features. She just stood, and watched as her true love walked out on her, leaving her to silently brood and feel guilt for the problems she's caused. But no matter how much she hurt, she realized that he was hurting more. Their hearts, along with their souls, cried out for each other, yearning to be together, hardly able to take the pain of being apart for another day.
"How do you like that?!" Angel inquired towards the television, continuously pressing the 'A' button on his controller, watching the small female character on the television punch over and over and over and over—Some people called it cheating, but to an expert of fighting like Angel, it wasn't. Angel understood that in life you had to do whatever was necessary to win, whether it be throwing continuous punches so your opponent couldn't strike you down, or just simply pressing the off button when things got tough. Whatever you had to do to win. All is fair in—fighting!
"You have four new messages." The shrill robotic feminine voice on the other end of the cell phone in the hands of the use-to-be vampire's warm hand. He let out an exasperated and pained sigh, knowing each would be from her. It was always her. He entered the password quickly. "Press one to hear voice messages." He pressed one before any other options came up.
"Angel, it's me." Buffy's raw hoarse voice proved she'd been crying, it gave Angel an odd sort of satisfaction, and it made him want to cry too and hold her, both at the same time. "Angel, I know that I hurt you, and that alone hurts me. I was just-I don't know. I left him. I called him after you left, and told him I didn't want to see him again. I love you, Angel, I'm so sorry." She sobbed into the phone before the message cut off. The next one began where the last one had left off. "I messed up bad. I hurt the one person that I truly love and want to be with, the one person that makes me completely happy. And I hate myself for it. Your kiss alone made me feel happier than I was in heaven, do you know how scary that is? I-I'm so sorry. I love you." And that was where the second message cut off. He wondered for a moment what the next would say, she seemed to have said it all already. But he didn't have to wait long to find out. "Angel, I-I think I'm pregnant… You're probably thinking that this is just some ploy to get you back—its not. I really think that I might be—we need to talk…" This last message left Angel staring ahead of himself in a state of shock.