Author's Note: Special Thanks to Goddessa39, Person, Buff, Emerald Sorceress and Nessa for your wonderful reviews and support!
Goddessa39- sorry, as much as I would love to write Evil Angelus, I'm not build for it...meanwhile, he's just Angelus living in AU, not quite Angel and not quite Angelus.
Emerald Sorceress- er...I hate grammar, but I had spelling mistakes?! shock hurt I've always been proud of my spelling! where?
Chapter 5
"I want a divorce."
"No."This is the first thing she says to me after eight years? No sorrys, no explanations?Angelus was seething with anger, as he spit the reply out through his teeth.
"It's been eight years; I can go by myself to court and start the process."
"You do that, I'll make sure it gets buried under tons of paperwork and never see the light of day." He was unyielding in his decision.
Buffy narrowed her eyes, she doesn't get it, she thought Angelus would be overjoyed that she's back and that she wants a divorce. Then he can go on with his life just the way he did before.
"If you're worried that I'll take you to the cleaners, I won't, I don't need and I don't want your money."
"I'm not worried about that because we're NOT getting a divorce."
"Why are you doing this?! This marriage is just a charade! Can't you see! I DON'T want to be married to you anymore!" Buffy can't stop the escalating pitch and volume of her voice. She clutched her fists tightly.
Angelus' eyes turned cold, staring at her. What Buffy once thought as a sexy, enchanting chocolate brown now takes on a dark black tint and what looks like desperation but was gone in an instant, covered with fury. His muscle tightened as if he was going into the trenches, "I DON'T CARE," His voice deep and velvety, "You're coming home with me right now."
"No, I'm not!" Buffy feels her temper rising as she sees Angelus making a reach for her arms, she turns away from him, raising her arm to strike his. But still, Angelus caught her left wrist. He clutched it tightly, "Where's your wedding ring?"
Buffy preys her wrist from Angelus' clutch. Reaching into her jeans pocket, she retrieves a little pouch she had with her for eight years. She opens it, pulling out the claddagh ring, held it up to Angelus, "Here, take it." She never thought there would be a moment like this, when she stood at the altar 9 years ago. When he slid the ring on the ring finger of left hand, when he kissed her with such tender and sweetness.
Angelus felt like she'd punched him in the gut, except she didn't, that would have hurt less and dissipate quicker. But this pain, didn't hurt less, and it's spreading its hollowness into his limbs. He felt anaemic, his face paled as he twists his own wedding ring on his left hand, a habit he'd gotten into ever since she went missing.
Without another word, he turned around, walked through the tiny gates, climbed into his car, and sped away.
TBC....
it's short, I know....sorry....
