****Hey everyone. Sorry it's taken so long to write a new chapter. I wrote
a bit different so that everything could be seen from different points of
view****
He'd escaped. To get to her. In the back of her mind she knew he would. He'd come till she was dead. But she would fight. There was no choice. Never a choice. Like always.
She threw another punch at the bag. It hit hard. Her knuckles hurt. But it didn't matter. She had to be ready for him. Know she could win. Because if she couldn't she was dead. Just the way he wanted her. Just the way she wanted him.
The music blasted in the background. Matching the speed of every punch. Of every heartbeat. Don't let me get me. Her theme song. Then again how could it not be?
Wiping of the sweat from her brow she stepped back. Pulled off her gloves. Her knuckles were bloody. She knew they would be. Didn't matter. You had to make sacrifices for something.
But she'd been happy. Happy. She didn't want to loose that. Didn't want to loose Angel. Her Angel.
She climbed the steps from the basement and eased from the kitchen. She didn't want them to take notice. They'd already said too much. She didn't want to hear any more. Turning off the shower she got dressed in a pair of old jeans and a tank top. Pulled on her shoes and brushed her blond hair backs. Slipping on her leather jacket she made sure her blade was in place.
She'd broken the habit of not carrying it. Not any more. It was her defense. A defense she would keep up.
The house was quite. But for the past few days it had been that way. Gunn wouldn't let her see Angel. To hell with that. She locked her bedroom door and opened her window.
It was dusk and she could make it to Angel's before nightfall. She just had to be quick about it. They would think she was asleep. Better that way. Or they would worry.
Sliding down the roof she landed easily and broke into a run until she cleared the street. She had to talk to him. Had to tell the truth. About her past. He deserved to know. And she deserved some peace.
****He wasn't happy. But then who could blame him. They wouldn't let him see her. Fuckers.
Rubbing his eyes Angel looked up from his book. It was killing him not to see her. To know if she was all right. To hold her.
He glanced at Willow as she walked through the room. Grimacing when she held her hands up in a sign of surrender. He'd been horrible the last few days. He felt bad about it. But he wasn't going to explain himself.
For the most part everyone kept away. And the only person to point out that his behavior was unacceptable was Spike. Good Old Spike. He could use a good work out. Spike would oblige him. Hell the boy had a lot of pent up energy since Faith got pissed and hadn't spoken to him. Of course he was also sulking.
"Spike?" Angel called as he entered the room they shared.
"What peaches?" Spike grumbled from under the covers.
"Don't call me that," Angel growled, " You feel up to a work out. Or have you lost all our bones since your girlfriend put you on ice," he smirked.
"Watch it mate, you haven't been that great to be around either, since your girl let you off with out so much as a by or leave," Spike laughed. Climbing out of bed he pulled on a pair of pants.
**** Faith picked up her pace as she moved down the street. There was someone behind her. Not far off. She could feel them. She'd learned a long time ago not to show fear, but that didn't mean that she still didn't feel it.
She always hated the dark. Where you couldn't see what was coming. But she needed to talk to Spike. She missed him and the fight was over something stupid anyways. Yet it still mattered to her, and the fact that he didn't understand just made it worse. A frown appeared on her face as she remembered the other day at school.
She could hear footsteps now. They were getting closer. She'd be fine who ever they were. After all she could defend herself. But who ever was out there was gaining on her.
He'd escaped. To get to her. In the back of her mind she knew he would. He'd come till she was dead. But she would fight. There was no choice. Never a choice. Like always.
She threw another punch at the bag. It hit hard. Her knuckles hurt. But it didn't matter. She had to be ready for him. Know she could win. Because if she couldn't she was dead. Just the way he wanted her. Just the way she wanted him.
The music blasted in the background. Matching the speed of every punch. Of every heartbeat. Don't let me get me. Her theme song. Then again how could it not be?
Wiping of the sweat from her brow she stepped back. Pulled off her gloves. Her knuckles were bloody. She knew they would be. Didn't matter. You had to make sacrifices for something.
But she'd been happy. Happy. She didn't want to loose that. Didn't want to loose Angel. Her Angel.
She climbed the steps from the basement and eased from the kitchen. She didn't want them to take notice. They'd already said too much. She didn't want to hear any more. Turning off the shower she got dressed in a pair of old jeans and a tank top. Pulled on her shoes and brushed her blond hair backs. Slipping on her leather jacket she made sure her blade was in place.
She'd broken the habit of not carrying it. Not any more. It was her defense. A defense she would keep up.
The house was quite. But for the past few days it had been that way. Gunn wouldn't let her see Angel. To hell with that. She locked her bedroom door and opened her window.
It was dusk and she could make it to Angel's before nightfall. She just had to be quick about it. They would think she was asleep. Better that way. Or they would worry.
Sliding down the roof she landed easily and broke into a run until she cleared the street. She had to talk to him. Had to tell the truth. About her past. He deserved to know. And she deserved some peace.
****He wasn't happy. But then who could blame him. They wouldn't let him see her. Fuckers.
Rubbing his eyes Angel looked up from his book. It was killing him not to see her. To know if she was all right. To hold her.
He glanced at Willow as she walked through the room. Grimacing when she held her hands up in a sign of surrender. He'd been horrible the last few days. He felt bad about it. But he wasn't going to explain himself.
For the most part everyone kept away. And the only person to point out that his behavior was unacceptable was Spike. Good Old Spike. He could use a good work out. Spike would oblige him. Hell the boy had a lot of pent up energy since Faith got pissed and hadn't spoken to him. Of course he was also sulking.
"Spike?" Angel called as he entered the room they shared.
"What peaches?" Spike grumbled from under the covers.
"Don't call me that," Angel growled, " You feel up to a work out. Or have you lost all our bones since your girlfriend put you on ice," he smirked.
"Watch it mate, you haven't been that great to be around either, since your girl let you off with out so much as a by or leave," Spike laughed. Climbing out of bed he pulled on a pair of pants.
**** Faith picked up her pace as she moved down the street. There was someone behind her. Not far off. She could feel them. She'd learned a long time ago not to show fear, but that didn't mean that she still didn't feel it.
She always hated the dark. Where you couldn't see what was coming. But she needed to talk to Spike. She missed him and the fight was over something stupid anyways. Yet it still mattered to her, and the fact that he didn't understand just made it worse. A frown appeared on her face as she remembered the other day at school.
She could hear footsteps now. They were getting closer. She'd be fine who ever they were. After all she could defend herself. But who ever was out there was gaining on her.