Chapter 2
Disclaimer (I sort of forgot to do this earlier): I do not own any of the characters from BTVS or AtS, Joss does.
Also I am in need of a Beta because I need to be told what sucks.
'What do you think you're doing?' Buffy said angrily in Angel's direction.
'What do you think you're doing?' Angel yelled.
Buffy sighed, 'I am patrolling in my graveyard, in my town, doing my job,'
'I can think of another thing you're doing,' Angel replied with wide eyes.
'You know what maybe I shouldn't be here with Spike,' Spike gave a hurt look. 'But this is my life and you're not a part of it. So don't come back to my town and tell me what to do!'
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-2 Days earlier in LA-
Angel awoke in a daze, hair messed up and not wanting to face the world for another day. These thoughts were soon pushed out of his mind when a short, Irish half-demon appeared at the threshold of his bedroom.
'Doyle,' Angel spoke groggily.
'Mornin' Doyle replied.
'So, any people I can save?' Angel asked hopefully, Doyle just shook his head. 'Any demons I can kill?' Doyle gave his head another shake. 'Any-'
Angel stopped when his Irish friend clutched his head almost falling to the ground from the splitting headache (also known as a vision) he was getting.
'Doyle!' Angel yelled. 'What do you see?'
Flashes of a small blonde woman lying on the ground, dead in a graveyard were going through his eyes. No vision of how she got that way though. The painful images ceased and Doyle took a few deep breaths before he opened his eyes and began to speak.
'It was a woman, blonde, she was in a graveyard and…' he trailed off.
'And?' Angel asked impatiently.
'She was dead,' Doyle spoke flatly.
'Well that is a little more deceased than I like my rescuees but nothing out of the ordinary, do you know who what was?'
Doyle scratched his head and his eyes darted around the room. 'Yeah…'
Angel stared waiting for an answer.
'Well Angel, I think, no, I'm very sure, it was Buffy.'
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Angel opened his mouth to say something but stopped. He focused himself and remembered what he was here for, to keep Buffy from dieing. Images of her and Spike continued to flash through his mind and it made him grow more and more furious.
'Look you haven't even bothered to ask why I'm here so don't give me your whole 'my town' speech,' he spat, more heatedly than intended.
Buffy folded her arms and spoke calmly, 'Well Angel, why don't you tell me why you've decided to turn up so unexpectedly and cause a fight the minute you got here,'
At that last comment Spike and Angel exchanged glares of death to each other.
'A friend of mine had a vision,'
'And you couldn't just call?' Buffy replied.
'Or better yet, Sod off,' Spike chimed in, desperate to get in an insult.
Buffy looked at Spike with a raised eyebrow then turned back to face Angel.
'You know he's right,' Buffy spoke unexpectedly.
'What?' the two vampires shouted in unison.
'Look, what I mean is, you should go, you can't just leave town then come back because your friend has a vision of something bad happening, bad things happen all the time, and I deal with them,'
'Yeah!' Spike exclaimed with nothing better to say due to him still being in shock from Buffy agreeing with him.
'Well maybe that would be the case, if the vision weren't of you,' Angel said raising his voice. 'Dead,'