Chapter 4
How should Buffy respond? She certainly had no idea, she hasn't seen the man in so many years but she knows that she shouldNOTbe looking at him at all.But he's here! He's here!, her inner self screamed. The air around them seemed to have frozen and sizzled in heat at the same time and Buffy can only feel her heart beating as if it belongs to someone else. She forced herself to shifted her gaze from his bronzed face to the English scones next to him, cautioning herself not to look at him too closely. At least, not till she's ready. She won't be sucked into that mysterious and alluring trap full of promises and whispers anymore. She nodded.
Angelus's gaze narrowed. He puts down the coffee he was drinking before Buffy came into the room. It's been eight years, he looked at her hungrily, absorbing every detail, every new change. She still smelled of vanilla. "Coffee? I know you can't function without your first cup in the morning." He said smoothly, as if they have not been separated at all.
Smooth, very smooth. Buffy sat down in front of the cup Angelus had poured for her and filled her own plate with scrabbled eggs and sausages. Meanwhile, the coffee took two spoons of hot chocolate mix, one spoon of sugar and milk, exactly how Buffy liked her morning coffee.
Peppering her eggs and sausage, Buffy started to eat and she drank the coffee Angelus prepared but she made no acknowledgement of his presence. She didn't turn away from him; she simply…concentrated on her plate and her coffee.
Angelus was in no hurry. Patience, after all, is the most important characteristic of a predator. And Angelus was the best there is. Meanwhile, he studied all the changes in her and thought about the eight years she'd been able to elude his PIs.What had happened eight years ago?Angelus was still muddy about the facts. All he knew, was that Buffy just disappeared one day, she hadn't been at home when he went to pick her up for the charity ball they were suppose to attend.
The housekeeper had no idea where her mistress had gone or when she had left the house, suffices to say, she's no longer the housekeeper. Angelus panicked and thought of the police until he noticed that Mr. Gordo, along with several of Buffy's clothing, passport and bank card had also disappeared.
He never thought she would leave him, no, not Buffy.
His heart turned cold as he thought back to the months after her disappearance. He was out of his mind, he threatened anyone who might have had contacts with her and found that she had the guts to sever every connection with everyone, even Faith.
Finally, he sent out private investigators to track her down and LA knows one of her most prominent businessman'slosthis wife. It was the talk of the town, sweet little Buffy Summers finally couldn't take the abuse of her loving husband!some of the matriarchs whispered. Angelus heard them, but he was angrier about the lack of results his detectives had over Buffy's whereabouts. She's had a head start. And enough money, money that he's given her freely, under her private account. She's also moved around frequently and been everywhere; Europe, South America, Africa, Asia, nowhere's too dangerous for Buffy.
After eight years, she's finally back in LA, and he got the news the moment she set foot on LAX. This is his territories now, she's home and she's not going to leave again.
Angelus watched her as she finishes her last drop of coffee. She dabbles her lips with napkin thoughtfully while Angelus though of how it would feel to kiss her again and when she turned to address him, he's feeling the burning of his heat.
"Let's go talk in the garden." Without waiting for a reply, Buffy walked out of the dinning table and the front door of the Inn and turned left to the little secluded garden filled with different species of wildflowers and roses which attracts the birds and bees in this sunny day of May.
Angelus followed Buffy without a word and as soon as he reached the little garden. She spoke up.
"I want a divorce."
TBC...
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