CH. 7

Okay so it wasn't the smartest thing to do but she felt she had no other option. She had to get out of the house and she knew both Angel and Dawn would be waiting to pounce on her when she came out. What was there left to do?

I can't believe I just climbed out of a bathroom window she thought. Mumbling as she made her way to Restfield Cemetery "I am getting to old for this."

Her body was tense she needed a release. And what was better then beating on the undead for a few hours?

Twirling her stake in her hands Buffy tried to ignore the events of the past two days. Just think about slaying… WHY IS HE STAYING!… that's not slaying… slay… demon… soul… god damn it!

She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice the vampire coming up behind her.

It wasn't until she was face first in the slightly wet grass did she realize she was even being followed. Turning over and jumping to her feet, she was ready to face off. Well this is nice, now Angel is getting me so distracted I'm getting taken down by the pimple patrol.

"Y'er quick but I'm-" attempting to punch her in the face only to have it blocked. He had no idea who she was. All he knew is she was hot food waiting for his taking and damn it he was going to eat tonight! Finally landing a punch to Buffy, sending her stumbling back, getting her disoriented long enough for him to grab her. "-quicker."

This was nothing, flipping the vampire over her shoulder and shoving the stake down "some energizer bunny you are." It was lame but it was the best she could think of with he mind so muddled. Wiping the dust from her jeans she continued her walk threw the cemeteries.

Angel just finished his phone call explaining to Cordelia why he wouldn't be back for a while and after a rather heated conversation, a bonus and paid vacation later she was okay to keep Angel Investigations going.

It wasn't like he was compensating, okay he was. He knew it. But oh well. It didn't matter as long as things would be taken care of while he was gone. He had more important things to take care of right now.

One of those things happened to be up stairs in the bathroom.

Walking into the kitchen, he smiled as he watched Dawn move about the kitchen singing some song he didn't know. "Hey."

Looking over at him she grinned. "Hey Angel, want some?" She was currently making peanut butter and honey tortillas. During the summer she had found out you could live off of tortillas. Some things like peanut butter and bananas on a tortilla however just should be left alone. But for the most part you really couldn't go wrong.

Inspecting the rolled up thing he felt he couldn't say no. "Sure why not." It wasn't something he would normally eat but it wouldn't hurt. He hoped.

"Really?" She hadn't expected him to accept. No one ever accepted her food. Not even Tara on most days. Wow he wants my creation! Handing over a plate with the rolled up goodness she was excited to see how he'd react.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea he thought. It smelled okay but it was just the thought of a tortilla and peanut butter. There's just something unnatural about it.

He didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying no after saying he wanted it, but he didn't really want to try it now either after closer inspection. Putting it back on the plate he looked at Dawn, "Has your sister come out of the bathroom yet?"

It was the safest way to get out of eating this thing in front of him and it would tell him if Buffy was out. Win win either way.

Laughing some "you know she's not up there."

"What do you mean" why wouldn't she be up there? He thought. Then it dawned on him. She snuck out! Why would she do that? Does she have such a problem with me that she would leave with out even telling me?

Getting up from his spot " Dawn I have to-"

"I know you have to go find her." She was use to it, everyone always left. At least he knew he would be back. In theory he would.

Noticing her slight change in mood "Yea… but I'll be back and here" he picked up his PB and honey tortilla, "I'll take it with me."

This brightened Dawn up some. He was happy about that. Leaving the house he looked around, trying to get her sent or better yet the tingle. Like she had said three years ago 'when you're around, whether I see you or not I feel you inside'. Even after all those years he could still feel her inside. She was his Buffy. She always would be.

AN: Thanks for all the reviews! And don't look at me crazy but you can do anything with tortillas! And the peanut butter and honey thing is really good ) haha that's all :grin: