Hola people that are reading this! Well I'm back and would like to welcome my new beta Beloved Slayer on to my team of two now. Sorry if it takes me a long time, between school, homework, volleyball, and having to care for an egg for health I have no time for a life let alone to eat.
Now let's stop with the 'my life sucks' rant and on with the story shall we?
p.s. song is 'look after you' by The Fray, I have posted a link on my page for all of you that either aren't familiar with the song or just want to give it a listen, click on my name at the top.
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Angel didn't know what to think; whether to save her or let her die. He wasn't aware that it was too late; the vampire had dropped her lifeless body on the ground, barely noticing the trio of fighters that was there. Angel allowed his instincts take over as he lunged at the vampire, immediately staking him without giving a second thought. The vampire didn't even have time to hold his fists up in order to protect itself. Shortly after Angel dropped onto his knees, only glancing at Darla's cold, lifeless body. Buffy and Connor couldn't hold him back; as far as the subject of Darla was concerned, they didn't know what to do. Everyone had hated her, regarded her as only their enemy, but did they want so much for her life to be taken in the process?
After several minutes of standing motionlessly on the ground, Angel stood to his feet, glaring at both Buffy and Connor before walking off without uttering a word.
"What should we do?" Connor asked.
"Well, besides asking obvious questions, we should probably call the police. You know, say the usual," Buffy replied, too miffed to process any more thought.
"So what's the usual; being that this is my first actual patrol? I have no idea how this is supposed to go."
"We…" Buffy started catching her breath, "Call the police, tell them we found the body but didn't see the attacker. Only that it looks like she was killed with a barbecue fork. Then just tell Giles about it in the morning." She reached into her pocket, punching the numbers for 911, and after a few minutes of waiting, was speaking directly to the operator.
"So that's it, call the police and be on our marry way?" Connor questioned, raising an eyebrow once Buffy had hung up the phone.
"What do you think we should do? Doll her up? Bury her and ignore the fact that she may be a bitch that kept the man I love from me for two years, and the fact that she is a human being with a family?" She snapped.
"No, I meant about Angel. If he ran, he could be miles away by now. And I have no idea where he would be hiding," He supplied.
"Oh, I knew that. But I…" Buffy stopped, trying to think, "Have no idea where he would be. I think we should go home, sleep, see if he comes home tomorrow." She shrugged.
"Okay, so I'll call you tomorrow after school if I don't see him,." Connor tried to confirm. In his head, he was already planning a massive search party for his missing brother.
"How about one better. Come to the Scooby meeting after school. After all you're one of us now so… how 'bout it?" she offered.
"That'd be great," Connor beamed.
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When Connor had gotten home, he was taken by surprise to discover that they didn't need a search party; his brother was at home in his room doing math work.
Like nothing had happened. Like they weren't just patrolling.
Like he hadn't witnessed his ex-girlfriend being murdered at the hands of a vampire.
"Hey," Connor greeted, alerting his brother that he had entered the room.
"Hi," Angel replied, never taking his eyes off of the Algebra paper on the desk.
"So…," Connor hesitated, "How are you?"
"Fine, kind of tired really, not interested in talking at the moment," Angel answered, beginning to feel agitated. He pointed a finger directly towards his book. "Trying to concentrate, so if you don't mind…,"He nodded his head to the left, indicating the door.
"I meant about Darla. Dude, your ex died today, it might not mean anything to me because let's face it, she was a bitch to me and Buffy and a pain in the ass to all of your friends, but still, she was a person, a human being. And right now, you're not really acting like yourself." During Connor's rant, in which Angel was attempting to block out, he turned the volume on his MP3 player, but all he got in return was an annoyed muffling sound as his brother continued to raise his voice, then abruptly left the room, leaving Angel to himself.
People have different forms of coping when it comes to tragedy. Angel's specialty was to block the world out and turn his focus on advanced math homework. He just didn't know if math would be enough to get through the day tomorrow.
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If I don't say this now I will surely break
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
In the library the next day, Buffy had gotten up early to leave and had informed everyone about what had happened to Darla. She would not be surprised at all if Angel had decided not to show up for class.
So when the library doors opened up to reveal a very emotionless, yet guarded Angel, the gang had all approached him with a chorus of 'I'm sorry's' and 'how are yous.' Faith had hugged him, and even Giles had asked if he was alright. Buffy was the only one who stayed back at the center table, knowing from experience that the best thing to do was to not crowd a person after someone close to them had died.
Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate
After the bell had rang for lunch, Buffy had caught up with Angel, practically running across the hall from fifth period history to his A.P. Math course. "Hey," she called out, trying to catch her breath from running across slash dodging students. Immediately, she had spotted him scurrying to lunch.
"Hey," He responded, glancing back, then picking up the pace.
"Angel, wait." He stopped for a moment. "About what happened last night… I just wanted to say-"
"Say what, 'I'm sorry that your ex-girl friend died last night right in front of your eyes'? Or how you know what I'm going through?" he asked forcefully.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay. Because I do know what you're going through. I'm the Slayer. You might not have known that long ago, but it means watching people I know die," She answered wistfully, trying to keep herself together.
"But were any of them someone you were involved with for more than a year?" He spat. The halls were almost empty in its' place. Any remaining students were either in the classroom, or in the cafeteria.
"Yes, they were. I was fighting at Hemery. I had to burn down the gym with dozens of vamps and people that were inside. Most of them were my classmates. Some of them even became vampires."
"Well, thank you very much. You have once again managed to turn our conversation into 'The Buffy Show'," Angel sneered.
"Angel, I…," she started to explain herself, but once again she was cut off.
"No, let me finish. I broke up with Darla for you. I wanted you so much and now I killed her. You killed her. We killed her. I would have been at the Bronze with her and walked her home, like usual. But no, she was walking to her house by herself and she got attacked by the one thing I could have protected her from."
"So you're saying it's my fault?" Buffy questioned as tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Gee, where'd you get that hint?" he retorted in anger. She looked up directly towards his eyes, shaking her head. She spun around and walked away, never looking back.
Oh, oh,
Be my baby
Ohhhhh
Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you
There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know
Buffy hadn't realized where she was running behind her falling tears, so it was a surprise to her when she wound up outside in the quad by the tree. All of her friends, including a third of the school, were in the cafeteria eating lunch. Satisfied with the fact that no one would see her, she sat down and began to sob harder.
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
Oh, oh
Be my baby
Ohhhhhh
Oh, oh
Be my Baby
I'll look after you
And I'll look after you
Angel hated himself. He hated Buffy. He hated Darla. He hated his friends that had worried about him. In general, he hated everything.
"Hey Angel," Doyle called as he and Spike entered the men's bathroom on the third floor. "There you are. What's going on? We were all looking for you and Buffy. Faith thought that you and her couldn't keep your hands off each other and… well, you know."
"We had a fight. She got mad and ran away crying," Angel uttered as he picked up his books from the floor and pushed open the door out into the hall.
"What'd you do to make the Slayer that mad and sad ya ponce?" Spike inquired, but it was too late for Angel to hear the question. He was already a hundred feet away from the bathroom.
If ever there was a doubt
My love she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says most assuredly
She had just got him. She had just got Angel as her boyfriend, but once again, Darla had stolen him from her. Buffy laughed at herself. She was jealous of a dead person? More tears brimmed to the corners of her eyes.
Angel had actually said that it was her fault. She still couldn't believe that someone, who was usually considerate and kind, would say such a thing. Even if he was in mourning. It just didn't seem like the kind man she had fallen in love with so many years ago.
Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you
After You
Oh, oh
Be my baby
Ohhhhh
He was patrolling by himself.
She was patrolling by herself.
Neither one of them had wanted company; both too wrapped up in their own thoughts for company. But unfortunately, the one night that they had both needed something to take out their aggression, there was not a trace of demon of vampire to be found.
They both really needed a friend, just not each other. So when Buffy had seen Angel from across the cemetery, she had quickly turned around and stalked out, not wanting to be with, let alone, near him.
It's always have and never hold
You've begun to feel like home
All of their friends were worried about them. Neither one had talked to the other for days, almost a week even. Buffy had been in class as usual, and had tried to act normal, but it was to no avail, no matter how hard she had tried.
Angel had become more and more distant; missing school, not attending Scooby meetings. He was happy with Buffy for all of a day and he had messed it up. How could he show his face?
What's mine is yours to leave or take
What's mine is yours to make your own
Oh, oh
Be my baby
Ohhhhh
Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you
A grave was slowly opening at Sunnyrest cemetery. A platinum blond girl had crawled out, hungry for a drop of blood. Memories of her ex-lover and the Slayer were rampant through her demonic mind.
You are so beautiful to me
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Now before you say anything I know that the words don't seem to fit all that well, but it's the feel of the song that inspired this chapter.
Please please review, I really need to know what you think of the song fic-ish thing I did here. And it really does help me write if you guys give me some input. Have a great day!
