Angel watched Buffy sleep in his arms. They were on a train going through
west Asia headed for Europe. The two had spent a week and a half on the
freighter. In that time, they had become closer than they ever had been.
She had told him stories from her childhood that she hadn't revealed to any
one. He had told her stories of what it was like when he had been her age
and what it had been like when he was a little kid. Buffy had listened to
every word intently.
When they had reached the docks in India, they had rented a car and drove by night. When morning rolled around, they got hotel rooms. At first they had gotten rooms with separate beds, but every time, one of them would end up in the other's bed. So Angel had decided that they just start saving up their money and get one bed rooms. When they had reached Nepal, Buffy had gotten tired of riding in a car and sleeping it a different hotel every day. So, while she was asleep in the hotel room a while before dawn, Angel had gone to the train station in town and bought two tickets to Vienna, Austria. When she had woke up the next night, Angel surprised her with the tickets. Buffy had squealed with delight and thrown herself so fast and hard into his arms they had both gone down onto the bed kissing. That had been a close call; they had gotten all the way to their underwear before Buffy had jumped away.
Now they were just outside of Austria and he was going to wake her up. She looked so peaceful that it was hard to even think about it. Slowly, he stroked her cheekbone and laid small kisses on her nose, lips, and eyes. After a while, Buffy's eyes fluttered open. She looked lazily up at Angel and grinned.
"Are we there yet?" Buffy asked with a yawn.
"Almost. I thought I should wake you up so you can fix your hair before we go out in public." Angel said with a playful grim.
Buffy's hands shot to her hair. "I have funny bed hair?"
"Not really, but I know you. You don't go out in public without having your hair fixed the way you like it and a little bit of makeup on."
"That's only because I told you that."
Angel chuckled as he watched her get up and walk to the little bathroom. She was wearing one of his oversized silk shirts and nothing else. They had had a little fun the night before to relieve some of the sexual tension that continued to mount between the two. He smiled as he watched her pick her brush up and run it through her long blonde hair. She winced when she snagged a tangle, but she slowly worked it out.
"What are we going to do once we leave the train?" Buffy asked.
"Well, I thought renting a car would do it. Romania isn't that far from Austria. We have to travel through Hungary and that's about a two-day trip. Then we have to go to Mures from there and that's only about a day's worth of driving. The woods where the Romany tribe was the last time I was there are only outside of Tîrgu Mures."
"So all in all, that's another week of traveling in a car." Buffy said a little sadly. "How long would it be by plane?"
"I don't know. About seven hours."
"Angel, can we please take a plane. My butt hurts whenever we ride in a car that long. I'm beginning to develop a phobia towards hotels anyways."
"Ok, I have a proposition for you." Buffy turned and stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "How about when we get to Budapest, we take a plane?"
"How long will it take from Vienna?"
"About a night and a half."
She glared at him, not sure if she wanted to ride that long again. But of course, Angel would be guarded from the sun better if they used his way. After a long while Buffy went to one of her suitcases and pulled out a pair of leather pants, a pair of black boots and a sleeveless black top. Before she entered the bathroom to change, Buffy turned and looked at Angel. "I better get one hell of a massage when we get to the plane." Then she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
Angel laughed at that and got out of bed. He was naked, just as Buffy had been under his shirt. The pants had ended up somewhere near the bathroom door and Angel bent to pick them up. Just as he reached down, the door opened and whacked him on the head. He fell back and hit the floor, rubbing his head. Buffy looked down at him in shock.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Buffy went to help him up, but he pulled her down to the floor.
"I should really make you pay for that." Angel said.
"Oh really? And just how do you plan to do that?"
"Oh, I don't know.. maybe like this." Angel's fingers found their mark and he was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from Buffy.
"God Angel!" Buffy said through her panting. "We need to get ready. We don't..have time for this."
"Fine." Angel pulled his hand away and Buffy squeaked.
"Hey!"
"You said that we didn't have time."
"Jack ass." Buffy said, standing up. She headed to the bathroom again, putting a seductive sway to her hips. "I'll just go take a shower all by my lonesome."
Angel stared at her as she shut the door. "That was an invitation, wasn't it?"
"Whatever you want to take it as." Buffy called back as the water started to run.
Angel stood up and opened the door. Buffy stood in absolutely nothing and looked beautiful doing it.
"I see you took it to mean that I wanted you to join me." Buffy said coyly.
"Yeah, maybe I did."
Angel walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned her head up and met his lips in a passionate kiss. Never breaking off, they entered the rushing hot water. Buffy's hands found where they wanted to go just as his found his earlier mark. They both gasped into each other's mouths at the contact. As the water cascaded down upon both of them, the moans and grunts became more intense as they both neared the edge. The water started to turn cold as they both cried out in pleasure as they were thrown over the edge and left panting and needy. They gazed at each other, eyes glazed with lust. Angel kissed her fiercely as she dug her nails into his neck and hair. They sunk down to their knees in the little tub and Buffy laid down. Angel positioned himself between her legs and was ready to thrust into her when there was a knock on the door.
"Fifteen minutes until the next stop!" a man yelled from outside.
Buffy shook her head and pushed Angel off of her. "We can't. Not yet."
"I know. We just got caught up in the moment." Angel said. He helped her to stand up in the slippery tub. "Maybe I should just get dried off and dressed while you finish your shower."
"I better go to. The water's cold and we only have fifteen minutes."
"Yeah."
Buffy turned the water off and allowed Angel to wrap her in a towel. He left the bathroom and got dressed. Twelve minutes later, Buffy walked out in her clothes, hair still wet and makeup done. Angel was dressed similarly in leather pants, a black silk shirt, and boots. His hair was still a little wet, but his would dry faster than Buffy's since it was a lot shorter.
"Well, we only have three minutes. Maybe we should finish packing." Buffy said.
"Already took care of it." Angel stepped aside to show her the neatly laid out suitcases.
"Oh."
"All I need to do is put the toothbrushes and other stuff from the bathroom in their little bag and stuff them in here."
"Well.."
Buffy was cut off by the train pulling to a stop and the minuteman calling out that they had arrived at the train station. Angel looked at her and she went to the bathroom and gathered everything in record speed. She stuffed it in one of his suitcases and they picked them all up.
"Buffy?" Joyce asked on the other end of the line.
"Yeah mom, it's me." Buffy said.
"How are you doing? When are you coming home?"
"I'm fine. I don't know when we'll be home. It all depends on if we can find the Romany. I miss you mom."
"I miss you too honey. I wish that you had told me before you left."
"I don't think I could have. It was better this way. Angel and I are fine though. We just arrived at the airport in Budapest. We're going to fly to Tiger Mural from here."
"Tîrgu Mures." Angel said in her free ear.
"Whatever." Buffy went back to her mom. "I'll call you when we get there, ok?"
"All right honey. Giles and your friends send their love. And you got a postcard from Xander. He's in Texas."
"Thanks mom. Tell them all I love them too and I'll talk to them soon."
"I will."
"I have to go mom. Our plane is boarding."
"I love you Buffy."
"I love you too mom."
Buffy hung up the phone and turned to Angel. He smiled at her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She missed her friends so much and wished that she could be there with them while they got ready to go to college. Xander had left the weekend after she and Angel left. According to Giles, when he told them all, Xander had gotten a little mad and just left while the others asked him a ton of questions. Willow most of all since she was the one that had done the spell.
"Buffy?" Angel asked. She looked up from his chest. "Are you ready? They're calling for us."
"Yeah. Let's get going." Buffy said.
They showed the flight attendant their tickets and boarded the plane. Angel had gotten first class. He had wanted Buffy to be as comfortable as possible. Supposedly, coach had small seats and they weren't very comfortable. So, as another surprise for Buffy, he had gotten them first class. Buffy had been ecstatic because she had never flown first class before. Now they were sliding into the comfy leather seats that were huge. Angel had never seen a transportation seat so big before. The seats reminded him of recliners in a private home.
They were in the third row back from the front of the plane. Angel looked around nervously. He wasn't used to flying, but he had seen crashes on TV. They were never very pretty. Buffy took his hand, obviously nervous, but for a completely different reason. Angel was not about to tell her that he was afraid of flying! She would laugh at him and tell him he was being stupid, that it was the safest way to travel.
"Isn't this fun Angel?" Buffy asked.
He looked at her and tried to smile. "Oh yeah."
"What's the matter?" It hadn't worked.
"Nothing. I just want to get there and find out if this whole soul business is true."
"No, it's something else. Is it me? Is it what we did earlier at the hotel? Angel, it's ok. We stopped ourselves before we got to far into it."
"No! It wasn't that. It's nothing. Ok?"
"No. It's not ok. Something's wrong."
"Buffy.."
"This is something face you're wearing and it's giving you away. Fess up."
"I'm afraid of flying." Angel said, looking down at his shoes.
"You are?"
"Yes, ok? I don't like to fly."
"You've never flown before."
"I know. It's just all those crashes on television, all those people dead because of something that went wrong with the plane.. I just don't like it."
To Angel's amazement, Buffy didn't laugh. She didn't even smile. Buffy took his hand and kissed his palm before holding onto it. She then took his face in her free hand and brought his lips to hers. She kissed him tenderly.
"Angel. It'll be ok. I'm here. If you get too wigged, just look at me and I help you through it. Ok?" Buffy said gently.
He nodded his head a little and shut his eyes. Buffy pulled his head down onto her shoulder and told him to rest. He did as she said and as soon as they took off, he was asleep. Buffy read a little from one of the books she had borrowed from her mother. It was a cheesy romance novel about an evil king wanting a princess who was in love with a pauper boy, but the boy was actually a prince from a town nearby whose father was at war with the king that wanted the princess. Very angst-y, but the whole love story didn't seem real. What Buffy and Angel had, now that was the real thing.
Buffy chuckled at that thought. *Maybe I should write a romance novel about the real kind of love. You know, the one with all the heartbreaks and set backs and guys that go evil if you sleep with them.*
That made Buffy laugh out loud. Angel stirred on her shoulder and looked up at her.
"What?" He asked sleepily.
"Nothing. I just thought of something funny." Buffy said. "Go back to sleep."
"Nah, we're almost there."
"Ok."
"What are you reading?"
"Some romance novel of mom's. I couldn't find anything else in the house to bring along to read."
"It's really cheesy."
"What made you laugh?"
"Just a thought I had. It really wouldn't interest you."
"Buffy, anything and everything about you interests me. My opinion still stands: you could never be helpless or boring, not even if you tried."
"Whatever you say Mr. Motivation. I was thinking that maybe I should write a romance novel. Give all those other writers and the readers a shock. Tell them what it's really like to be in love. Sometimes it can rip your heart out and send it through a shedder and other times it can be warm and fuzzy. I know, I know, it's stupid. I wasn't being serious though. It was just a thought."
"Maybe you should. I mean, you never know.. it could end up as a successful television show if the write person reads it."
"Yeah, or it could end up as a severely bad movie that was hacked to death by the directors that thought the whole thing was two dark and thought it needed to lighten up."
"It could happen."
"Who are you? Ronald McDonald? What did you do with my Angel?"
"He's right here and he will support you through anything and everything."
"I love you."
"I love you." Angel replied placing a soft kiss on her silky, latte colored lips.
After a while, Buffy looked out the window. They were almost there and she was getting anxious. After this was all over, maybe she could convince Angel to board a cruise ship back to the good old US of A.
*One can dream.* Buffy thought as she looked over at Angel. He was looking over a teen magazine that she had brought with her and giving it funny looks. She leaned over to see what he was looking at and found him reading a quiz. 'Is Your Fashion Sense a Guy Magnet or Repellant?'
"Interesting reads. Not your usual. I would suggest that YOU stay away from answering those questions unless you have something you want to tell me." Buffy said.
"What?" Angel realized that she was talking about the quiz. "Oh! No, I wasn't going to answer them. I was wondering how a person could actually tell just by answering them and them adding numbers. What kind of a question is 'It's Saturday night and all your girls are going clubbing. You want to dress to empress. What do you wear? A.) Your stylin' bell sleeved white shirt with your micro mini skirt and knee high stiletto heeled boots? B.) Your red halter with a pair of form fitting jeans and strappy high-healed sandals? Or C.) A tight tee shirt that reads 'I will not lose to boys', your baggy camouflage pants with a chain belt, and your calf high combat boots?"
"I'd choose B." Buffy said with a grin. "Angel, it's just a funny little test that amuses people that are bored. I mean, how many people really take those things seriously?"
"I don't know. What's this? 'I was at a water park with my graduating class and a whole bunch of other schools that had come for a class trip. My girlfriends and I started talking to these really hot guys from a town about 45 minutes away from our school. They said that they were going to go check out the newest water slide that was almost at a 90-degree angle. I told the guys that I would go with them when my girlfriends chickened out of it. When we got up there, the guys were ahead of me and said that they would meet me down there. As soon as the lifeguard gave me the ok to slide, I plunged down into darkness and the biggest scare of my life. I was crying the whole way down. To make things even more embarrassing, when I stood up, the bottoms of my bathing suit had slipped into a double-sided wedgie! The guys walked of laughing at me while I tried to dig it out. I was so mortified!' Why would people give information out like that?"
"Oh! That's the embarrassing stories that people send in. See, most of them are anonymous so none of the people reading it can figure out who they are. I love reading them though."
"I still would love to know why teenage girls find this stuff so appealing. It's just promoting that your image is everything and your soul means nothing. I know the value of a soul, Buffy. These magazines are completely degrading to anyone that doesn't have the size zero body and the perfect face and hair."
"Angel, chill sweetie! It's just a magazine. If it upsets you so much, trade me. I think you'd find this a little more interesting than I would."
"No thank you. I'll stick to demonology and older studies books."
"Have it your way. I wanna finish those other embarrassing moments that you refused to read."
Buffy took the magazine from him and started to read. Angel leaned his head back on the large seat and stared off into space. It was not long before one of the flight attendants came on over the loud speaker and announced that they were landing in Tîrgu Mures. Buffy put her magazine away in her bag and looked over at Angel.
His face was drawn so tight she thought that he looked like he had had some really bad plastic surgery done alla Michael Jackson. She took his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back and winced as the plane landed with a hard bump. As soon as the seat belt signs went off, Angel was out of his chair and dragging Buffy off the plane. They went to the nearest rental car place and got a nice SUV. That day, they stayed in a nice hotel just on the outskirts of downtown Tîrgu Mures. As soon as night fell, they started their long track into the woods to find the last of the Romany gypsy tribe.
When they had reached the docks in India, they had rented a car and drove by night. When morning rolled around, they got hotel rooms. At first they had gotten rooms with separate beds, but every time, one of them would end up in the other's bed. So Angel had decided that they just start saving up their money and get one bed rooms. When they had reached Nepal, Buffy had gotten tired of riding in a car and sleeping it a different hotel every day. So, while she was asleep in the hotel room a while before dawn, Angel had gone to the train station in town and bought two tickets to Vienna, Austria. When she had woke up the next night, Angel surprised her with the tickets. Buffy had squealed with delight and thrown herself so fast and hard into his arms they had both gone down onto the bed kissing. That had been a close call; they had gotten all the way to their underwear before Buffy had jumped away.
Now they were just outside of Austria and he was going to wake her up. She looked so peaceful that it was hard to even think about it. Slowly, he stroked her cheekbone and laid small kisses on her nose, lips, and eyes. After a while, Buffy's eyes fluttered open. She looked lazily up at Angel and grinned.
"Are we there yet?" Buffy asked with a yawn.
"Almost. I thought I should wake you up so you can fix your hair before we go out in public." Angel said with a playful grim.
Buffy's hands shot to her hair. "I have funny bed hair?"
"Not really, but I know you. You don't go out in public without having your hair fixed the way you like it and a little bit of makeup on."
"That's only because I told you that."
Angel chuckled as he watched her get up and walk to the little bathroom. She was wearing one of his oversized silk shirts and nothing else. They had had a little fun the night before to relieve some of the sexual tension that continued to mount between the two. He smiled as he watched her pick her brush up and run it through her long blonde hair. She winced when she snagged a tangle, but she slowly worked it out.
"What are we going to do once we leave the train?" Buffy asked.
"Well, I thought renting a car would do it. Romania isn't that far from Austria. We have to travel through Hungary and that's about a two-day trip. Then we have to go to Mures from there and that's only about a day's worth of driving. The woods where the Romany tribe was the last time I was there are only outside of Tîrgu Mures."
"So all in all, that's another week of traveling in a car." Buffy said a little sadly. "How long would it be by plane?"
"I don't know. About seven hours."
"Angel, can we please take a plane. My butt hurts whenever we ride in a car that long. I'm beginning to develop a phobia towards hotels anyways."
"Ok, I have a proposition for you." Buffy turned and stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "How about when we get to Budapest, we take a plane?"
"How long will it take from Vienna?"
"About a night and a half."
She glared at him, not sure if she wanted to ride that long again. But of course, Angel would be guarded from the sun better if they used his way. After a long while Buffy went to one of her suitcases and pulled out a pair of leather pants, a pair of black boots and a sleeveless black top. Before she entered the bathroom to change, Buffy turned and looked at Angel. "I better get one hell of a massage when we get to the plane." Then she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
Angel laughed at that and got out of bed. He was naked, just as Buffy had been under his shirt. The pants had ended up somewhere near the bathroom door and Angel bent to pick them up. Just as he reached down, the door opened and whacked him on the head. He fell back and hit the floor, rubbing his head. Buffy looked down at him in shock.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Buffy went to help him up, but he pulled her down to the floor.
"I should really make you pay for that." Angel said.
"Oh really? And just how do you plan to do that?"
"Oh, I don't know.. maybe like this." Angel's fingers found their mark and he was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from Buffy.
"God Angel!" Buffy said through her panting. "We need to get ready. We don't..have time for this."
"Fine." Angel pulled his hand away and Buffy squeaked.
"Hey!"
"You said that we didn't have time."
"Jack ass." Buffy said, standing up. She headed to the bathroom again, putting a seductive sway to her hips. "I'll just go take a shower all by my lonesome."
Angel stared at her as she shut the door. "That was an invitation, wasn't it?"
"Whatever you want to take it as." Buffy called back as the water started to run.
Angel stood up and opened the door. Buffy stood in absolutely nothing and looked beautiful doing it.
"I see you took it to mean that I wanted you to join me." Buffy said coyly.
"Yeah, maybe I did."
Angel walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned her head up and met his lips in a passionate kiss. Never breaking off, they entered the rushing hot water. Buffy's hands found where they wanted to go just as his found his earlier mark. They both gasped into each other's mouths at the contact. As the water cascaded down upon both of them, the moans and grunts became more intense as they both neared the edge. The water started to turn cold as they both cried out in pleasure as they were thrown over the edge and left panting and needy. They gazed at each other, eyes glazed with lust. Angel kissed her fiercely as she dug her nails into his neck and hair. They sunk down to their knees in the little tub and Buffy laid down. Angel positioned himself between her legs and was ready to thrust into her when there was a knock on the door.
"Fifteen minutes until the next stop!" a man yelled from outside.
Buffy shook her head and pushed Angel off of her. "We can't. Not yet."
"I know. We just got caught up in the moment." Angel said. He helped her to stand up in the slippery tub. "Maybe I should just get dried off and dressed while you finish your shower."
"I better go to. The water's cold and we only have fifteen minutes."
"Yeah."
Buffy turned the water off and allowed Angel to wrap her in a towel. He left the bathroom and got dressed. Twelve minutes later, Buffy walked out in her clothes, hair still wet and makeup done. Angel was dressed similarly in leather pants, a black silk shirt, and boots. His hair was still a little wet, but his would dry faster than Buffy's since it was a lot shorter.
"Well, we only have three minutes. Maybe we should finish packing." Buffy said.
"Already took care of it." Angel stepped aside to show her the neatly laid out suitcases.
"Oh."
"All I need to do is put the toothbrushes and other stuff from the bathroom in their little bag and stuff them in here."
"Well.."
Buffy was cut off by the train pulling to a stop and the minuteman calling out that they had arrived at the train station. Angel looked at her and she went to the bathroom and gathered everything in record speed. She stuffed it in one of his suitcases and they picked them all up.
"Buffy?" Joyce asked on the other end of the line.
"Yeah mom, it's me." Buffy said.
"How are you doing? When are you coming home?"
"I'm fine. I don't know when we'll be home. It all depends on if we can find the Romany. I miss you mom."
"I miss you too honey. I wish that you had told me before you left."
"I don't think I could have. It was better this way. Angel and I are fine though. We just arrived at the airport in Budapest. We're going to fly to Tiger Mural from here."
"Tîrgu Mures." Angel said in her free ear.
"Whatever." Buffy went back to her mom. "I'll call you when we get there, ok?"
"All right honey. Giles and your friends send their love. And you got a postcard from Xander. He's in Texas."
"Thanks mom. Tell them all I love them too and I'll talk to them soon."
"I will."
"I have to go mom. Our plane is boarding."
"I love you Buffy."
"I love you too mom."
Buffy hung up the phone and turned to Angel. He smiled at her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She missed her friends so much and wished that she could be there with them while they got ready to go to college. Xander had left the weekend after she and Angel left. According to Giles, when he told them all, Xander had gotten a little mad and just left while the others asked him a ton of questions. Willow most of all since she was the one that had done the spell.
"Buffy?" Angel asked. She looked up from his chest. "Are you ready? They're calling for us."
"Yeah. Let's get going." Buffy said.
They showed the flight attendant their tickets and boarded the plane. Angel had gotten first class. He had wanted Buffy to be as comfortable as possible. Supposedly, coach had small seats and they weren't very comfortable. So, as another surprise for Buffy, he had gotten them first class. Buffy had been ecstatic because she had never flown first class before. Now they were sliding into the comfy leather seats that were huge. Angel had never seen a transportation seat so big before. The seats reminded him of recliners in a private home.
They were in the third row back from the front of the plane. Angel looked around nervously. He wasn't used to flying, but he had seen crashes on TV. They were never very pretty. Buffy took his hand, obviously nervous, but for a completely different reason. Angel was not about to tell her that he was afraid of flying! She would laugh at him and tell him he was being stupid, that it was the safest way to travel.
"Isn't this fun Angel?" Buffy asked.
He looked at her and tried to smile. "Oh yeah."
"What's the matter?" It hadn't worked.
"Nothing. I just want to get there and find out if this whole soul business is true."
"No, it's something else. Is it me? Is it what we did earlier at the hotel? Angel, it's ok. We stopped ourselves before we got to far into it."
"No! It wasn't that. It's nothing. Ok?"
"No. It's not ok. Something's wrong."
"Buffy.."
"This is something face you're wearing and it's giving you away. Fess up."
"I'm afraid of flying." Angel said, looking down at his shoes.
"You are?"
"Yes, ok? I don't like to fly."
"You've never flown before."
"I know. It's just all those crashes on television, all those people dead because of something that went wrong with the plane.. I just don't like it."
To Angel's amazement, Buffy didn't laugh. She didn't even smile. Buffy took his hand and kissed his palm before holding onto it. She then took his face in her free hand and brought his lips to hers. She kissed him tenderly.
"Angel. It'll be ok. I'm here. If you get too wigged, just look at me and I help you through it. Ok?" Buffy said gently.
He nodded his head a little and shut his eyes. Buffy pulled his head down onto her shoulder and told him to rest. He did as she said and as soon as they took off, he was asleep. Buffy read a little from one of the books she had borrowed from her mother. It was a cheesy romance novel about an evil king wanting a princess who was in love with a pauper boy, but the boy was actually a prince from a town nearby whose father was at war with the king that wanted the princess. Very angst-y, but the whole love story didn't seem real. What Buffy and Angel had, now that was the real thing.
Buffy chuckled at that thought. *Maybe I should write a romance novel about the real kind of love. You know, the one with all the heartbreaks and set backs and guys that go evil if you sleep with them.*
That made Buffy laugh out loud. Angel stirred on her shoulder and looked up at her.
"What?" He asked sleepily.
"Nothing. I just thought of something funny." Buffy said. "Go back to sleep."
"Nah, we're almost there."
"Ok."
"What are you reading?"
"Some romance novel of mom's. I couldn't find anything else in the house to bring along to read."
"It's really cheesy."
"What made you laugh?"
"Just a thought I had. It really wouldn't interest you."
"Buffy, anything and everything about you interests me. My opinion still stands: you could never be helpless or boring, not even if you tried."
"Whatever you say Mr. Motivation. I was thinking that maybe I should write a romance novel. Give all those other writers and the readers a shock. Tell them what it's really like to be in love. Sometimes it can rip your heart out and send it through a shedder and other times it can be warm and fuzzy. I know, I know, it's stupid. I wasn't being serious though. It was just a thought."
"Maybe you should. I mean, you never know.. it could end up as a successful television show if the write person reads it."
"Yeah, or it could end up as a severely bad movie that was hacked to death by the directors that thought the whole thing was two dark and thought it needed to lighten up."
"It could happen."
"Who are you? Ronald McDonald? What did you do with my Angel?"
"He's right here and he will support you through anything and everything."
"I love you."
"I love you." Angel replied placing a soft kiss on her silky, latte colored lips.
After a while, Buffy looked out the window. They were almost there and she was getting anxious. After this was all over, maybe she could convince Angel to board a cruise ship back to the good old US of A.
*One can dream.* Buffy thought as she looked over at Angel. He was looking over a teen magazine that she had brought with her and giving it funny looks. She leaned over to see what he was looking at and found him reading a quiz. 'Is Your Fashion Sense a Guy Magnet or Repellant?'
"Interesting reads. Not your usual. I would suggest that YOU stay away from answering those questions unless you have something you want to tell me." Buffy said.
"What?" Angel realized that she was talking about the quiz. "Oh! No, I wasn't going to answer them. I was wondering how a person could actually tell just by answering them and them adding numbers. What kind of a question is 'It's Saturday night and all your girls are going clubbing. You want to dress to empress. What do you wear? A.) Your stylin' bell sleeved white shirt with your micro mini skirt and knee high stiletto heeled boots? B.) Your red halter with a pair of form fitting jeans and strappy high-healed sandals? Or C.) A tight tee shirt that reads 'I will not lose to boys', your baggy camouflage pants with a chain belt, and your calf high combat boots?"
"I'd choose B." Buffy said with a grin. "Angel, it's just a funny little test that amuses people that are bored. I mean, how many people really take those things seriously?"
"I don't know. What's this? 'I was at a water park with my graduating class and a whole bunch of other schools that had come for a class trip. My girlfriends and I started talking to these really hot guys from a town about 45 minutes away from our school. They said that they were going to go check out the newest water slide that was almost at a 90-degree angle. I told the guys that I would go with them when my girlfriends chickened out of it. When we got up there, the guys were ahead of me and said that they would meet me down there. As soon as the lifeguard gave me the ok to slide, I plunged down into darkness and the biggest scare of my life. I was crying the whole way down. To make things even more embarrassing, when I stood up, the bottoms of my bathing suit had slipped into a double-sided wedgie! The guys walked of laughing at me while I tried to dig it out. I was so mortified!' Why would people give information out like that?"
"Oh! That's the embarrassing stories that people send in. See, most of them are anonymous so none of the people reading it can figure out who they are. I love reading them though."
"I still would love to know why teenage girls find this stuff so appealing. It's just promoting that your image is everything and your soul means nothing. I know the value of a soul, Buffy. These magazines are completely degrading to anyone that doesn't have the size zero body and the perfect face and hair."
"Angel, chill sweetie! It's just a magazine. If it upsets you so much, trade me. I think you'd find this a little more interesting than I would."
"No thank you. I'll stick to demonology and older studies books."
"Have it your way. I wanna finish those other embarrassing moments that you refused to read."
Buffy took the magazine from him and started to read. Angel leaned his head back on the large seat and stared off into space. It was not long before one of the flight attendants came on over the loud speaker and announced that they were landing in Tîrgu Mures. Buffy put her magazine away in her bag and looked over at Angel.
His face was drawn so tight she thought that he looked like he had had some really bad plastic surgery done alla Michael Jackson. She took his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back and winced as the plane landed with a hard bump. As soon as the seat belt signs went off, Angel was out of his chair and dragging Buffy off the plane. They went to the nearest rental car place and got a nice SUV. That day, they stayed in a nice hotel just on the outskirts of downtown Tîrgu Mures. As soon as night fell, they started their long track into the woods to find the last of the Romany gypsy tribe.