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Post by angel on May 25, 2012 17:27:09 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Her question almost put him into a rage but quickly she recovered and simply retracted the question, answering it herself. Good thing too because he was going to probably shake her screws loose if she'd really asked him what his problem was. Although he heard her he wasn't truly listening like he usually did, his anger was preventing him from doing that. However he did know that she had been through a lot, hadn't they all? Wasn't that how all of their lives had always been? At least since they'd all been fighting against evil together, nothing had been easy. However he still felt like she wasn't giving him the answers he wanted.
What did he want her to say? He knew what he wanted her to say deep down. Although he knew it would probably break him, he needed to hear it. Not only to confirm it but to also make it easier for him to move on. The anger left his eyes and what was left was a mixture of jealousy, despair, and confusion over the situation at hand. Finally he managed to pull his eyes to her, hating that he was about to ask this. It took him a moment or two to actually form the words, knowing that she'd deny it and it'd be pointless anyways. "I want you to say it, to tell me that you wanted him...that somewhere, you wanted him like you've never wanted me before. That a part of you didn't want me to come back" he finally finished, knowing that this would only open an entirely different can of worms. It more than likely would not end well for either of them having this out in the open. Although, she'd deny it regardless and probably just get really pissed off. However he'd felt like he needed to get his thoughts and feelings all out on the table, have everything out in the open. Sometimes he had wondered this before, whether or not she truly hated Angelus. Since Angel knew that a part of Angelus loved Buffy, it would only make sense that it'd be the same the other way around. Still, it infuriated him even if she couldn't help it. Her eyes bore into his angrily, her obviously not being a fan of his comment. Fuck it at this point really, he felt like their relationship wouldn't ever be the same anyways. With the things they were saying to each other he doubted they'd ever talk again after this. Which to be honest, he didn't want, but he was too angry to see this right now. "But Buffy...you need to stop thinking that way. You have masses of potentials here to help you, friends that love you, stop taking it all on your shoulders alone." [/color] This he said a bit softer, wanting her to just understand. Sure they shouldn't have to and he knew that, but they wanted to. All of them had pledged their allegiance to the side of good a long time ago, nothing would change that now. The vampire nodded his head solemnly. It made sense that she'd be brought back with all her memories. To him, he would have thought that she'd only have the true memories, not the fabricated ones. However nonetheless he nodded to her, taking the time to gather up his voice. "That day was the best day of my life...I -- I'm sorry that you had to remember...to know what could have been. I didn't want that for you"[/color] he told her softly, eyes staying on hers before averting to the floor. He hated that she could remember it. That had been something he'd wanted to bare on his shoulders only, as she did with saving the world. Something he hadn't wanted her to remember because he knew it would hurt her. Being broken knowing what had been himself, he hadn't wished that on her. Although she had probably thought her reasoning would piss him off, it made sense to him. It didn't make sense in the normal person kind of way, but in the Buffy way. Sometimes her sense of her actions was a bit different than most, perhaps that was why she'd been alive for so long. Nonetheless it didn't anger him in the slightest, not like her earlier words had. "I understand..."[/color] his voice trailed off quietly. The look on her face killed him, when he made the comment about Connor. Honestly, he hadn't meant to really hurt her. He'd said it out of anger. Plus, his son wasn't even his business anymore. "Buffy...I didn't mean it like that. Connor...has his own life now, I had his memories erased so he could have a better life, away from all of this"[/color] he tried to explain, though he was pissed with her, he didn't want to see her hurt. No matter how mad he was, he would never want to see her cry under any circumstances or hurt her feelings. "I'd give you a family if I could...Don't you think I want too? To be able to give you all of that, and more?"[/color] His voice cracked as he said this, as it was a sore spot for the both of them. However only moments later, he was blinded with rage. For a moment he even swore that he saw black spots he was so angry. "No, but it'll be over with soon"[/color] he snarled, pushing back against her. Her hands had been against his chest trying to stop him. He pushed on her shoulders forcefully, accidentally pushing her so hard that she flew back into the wall behind her. Not exactly flew as it hadn't been very far away but she'd definitely taken a hit. Noting that he'd hurt her out of anger, he immediately returned to his human visage. Within seconds he was kneeling at her side, making sure she was okay. "I didn't mean to...Just -- the thought of Spike, trying to do that to you makes me so mad I can't even see."[/color] Although he'd hurt her it really hadn't been on purpose. 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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on May 26, 2012 0:05:08 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She shook her head in horror, her eyes widening as she realized what he wanted…needed her to say. She knew why, she knew it would make it easier for him…but it wasn’t the truth so she wouldn’t give him that. She wouldn’t lie to him. “I love you Angel…you. No one else.” She tried to tell him though she knew it wouldn’t make a bit of difference. “I wanted him because I wanted you. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t have feelings for him…because I do…but before you wig out listen to me. I love all of you…and that includes him. He’s a part of you, he always has been. I know what he’s done because he’s done it to me. But when I fell in love with you and then found out that you were a vampire, I had to settle that within myself that he was a part of you. I hate him more than I’ve ever hated anyone…but because I love you, a part of me cares for him too. Without him…there would be no you. You have died in the 1700’s and I would have never met the best person that I know. So yes, I wanted him…but it’s because I wanted you.” She tried to explain, tears in her eyes and her voice catching several times, but every part of it was the truth. “I didn’t ever not want you to come back…that was never ever in my mind. Was I scared when I realized what was going on for you to come back…yes…but only because I’m selfish and I knew you’d hate me.” She told him, the tears starting to fall once again.
“I was scared to have this exact conversation once you came back…however that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want you back. Don’t you think if that was the case that I wouldn’t have let Willow do the spell. I could have easily prevented it…but I didn’t. Not because I knew Angelus would kill everyone, and not because the world needs you to be their champion. No, it’s because I love you…and I can’t live in a world that you don’t exist. So yes, I was scared, because I knew you’d hate me…but I never wanted you to be gone.” She looked away, not being able to continue looking at him as she spoke. “As for wanting him more than I wanted you…” She trailed off before taking a deep breath, thinking of how to explain it. “In order for me to understand you need to listen. Some of it you’re not going to want to hear but you need to hear it so you can understand.” She waited for a brief moment before taking another breath, knowing this would be one of the hardest things she had ever had to explain.
“When I was brought back from heaven, I was not in a good place. You saw a tiny fraction of it when we met up but I hid most of it. I knew that if you knew how broken I was you would have rushed in to save me and I couldn’t let you abandon those you loved for me, so I hid it. When I got home I put on a brave face but inside I was choking. Something inside me broke the day I was brought back and I didn’t feel like myself anymore. There was something inside me that I didn’t understand, and it was only emphasized when I found out that Spike could hurt me even though he still had the chip in his head that kept him from hurting anyone. I wasn’t me anymore, there was something dark in me that I couldn’t understand. Spike seemed to understand it, and he let me lash out at him in the only way I knew how. I won’t get into the nitty gritty details with you but when you asked me back in Sunnydale if Spike was my boyfriend and I told you know, it was the truth. Yes, I slept with him…but it wasn’t full of roses and candles. It was angry and violent; it’s what I needed at the time.” She tried to explain but had a feeling she wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“I was so unhappy with everything that I couldn’t take it anymore and a part of me snapped. I couldn’t talk to anyone about it other than him and yet for some reason I didn’t want to talk to him either. The same could be said with the Angelus situation, though in a way it was different. The same darkness that called out for Spike in those months that I couldn’t find anything to fight for, called out for Angelus. I don’t know why, I don’t know if it was because I felt at a loss or if it was because I needed to release some inner anger that I wasn’t even aware of, I don’t know. But Angel, just because I was with him doesn’t mean that I wanted him more. It was a different way but it wasn’t stronger than what I feel for you. You’re the love of my existence and a man that I’ve wanted since I was sixteen. I can’t have you though, I’ve never been able to, not fully, and so yes, I was selfish and took the part of you I could have…but it was never enough. I wanted him yes, but I needed you. I have always needed you.” She cried out, breaking down finally after her speech.
She barely heard what he said about the day, she didn’t want to get into it. She didn’t say anything about Connor though her heart bled for him at making his own son not remember who he was. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, her tone clearly showing that while the Connor thing still hurt her, she was sorry for his loss.
She gasped in surprise when she felt her back slam against the wall, bright white spots clouding her vision for a moment as she realized that he had thrown her. She slumped down to the ground, shaking her head a bit to try and clear her vision. She shook her head, waving off his apology. "It's fine. I understand." She told him honestly. "You're not the only one who’s gotten really mad at the situation. Xander...he uh...never mind." She trailed off, not knowing if she should explain everything that happened. She knew that if Angel found out that Xander had found her after the incident and saw the bruises that were left he would most likely fly into another rage and she wasn't sure her back could honestly handle it.
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Post by angel on May 26, 2012 16:26:50 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -The reaction to his request had been something he’d been expecting. He hadn’t expected her to give in to his request upon his asking, he’d only felt the need to ask as if it’d make him feel better. In all honesty he knew it’d only make him feel worse; that it’d break him. However it would have made it easier for him to move on from all of this. Apparently she didn’t want him to move on, didn’t want to aid him in this. Although he did accept her request to at least listen before he spoke and to let her get everything out. This was the moment he’d been waiting on. Finally he would hear the real reason as to why she’d done the horrible things she did today. To why she felt desire towards his evil partner and why she’d given in to that desire.
Brown eyes looking into hers, he tried his best to keep their gazes locked on to one another. Through some parts he felt like he couldn’t look at her, but forced himself to anyways. He knew that if he looked away he’d miss the most important part of her speech; the emotions hidden in her eyes. Through her eyes he seen the true despair she was feeling. She truly felt bad about what she’d done and felt guilty for it, feeling bad that she’d hurt him. Seeing the hurt in her eyes made him want to reach out and hold her but he knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t want her to think that everything was okay because it wasn’t, not yet anyways. In all honesty he wasn’t sure if it would ever be okay with him. Sure he could probably learn to eventually forgive her but he knew he wouldn’t forget. How could one forget something that had been bore into his mind? Something that constantly replayed over and over in his head, traumatizing him with the graphic images of the two of them together. He knew this wouldn’t ever leave his mind, that he would never forget. Was it something he could forgive her for? Possibly. Forget? Never.
With a small nod he couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Nothing that he could say would make her feel less guilty. Nothing that she could say would make it okay with him neither. However it did make sense to him and he did understand, but was that enough, he wasn’t sure. When the tears began to openly flow from her eyes his fingers wiped them away as they always did. Seeing the love of his life cry broke him in a way he didn’t think was possible, even if they were justified tears. ”I understand…I – I just don’t think I can ever forget..” he told her, now wanting her to be the one to understand. Yes all of it made sense and seemed logical. However it still wasn’t something he felt that would mend within his heart. Of course he wanted to get over it and be with her again there was no doubt about that. He just didn’t know if he was strong enough to simply forgive and forget. As the slayer looked away from him, he reached out to her in that moment. His hand went to her chin and he forced her to look at him, though he did it gently as not to hurt her. ”I could never hate you, Buffy…” [/color] he told her softly, eyes pleading with her. He desperately needed her to know that it was true. No matter what she did and how much he was hurting, no ounce of him could ever force himself to hate her. Deep down he knew that no matter what Angelus said, he had never hated her either. It simply wasn’t possible to hate her, it never had been no matter which side of him controlled this vessel. The love he felt for her was stronger than the hurricane of a thousand seas and that was it. Next she asked him to be quiet again and he obliged her, as he always did. His hand left her face as she began to speak, trying to get him to understand her reasoning of her foul actions. Another small nod came from the vampire, it seemed he’d been doing that a lot as he usually talked much less than she did. ”And that’s why maybe we shouldn’t be together Buffy…not just yet. I can’t give you that part of me, no matter how much it kills me not to be able to”[/color] he whispered, though his voice cracked out at the end. He hated that she’d been forced to do this because of his own shortcomings. He couldn’t be everything that she needed and he’d known this all along, yet had been too selfish to stay away. His curiosity perked as he heard Xander’s name, but she didn’t seem to want to speak about it. If they ever talked again or somehow managed to be friends, it would come out eventually. For right now he didn’t want to push her into talking about something she didn’t want to, not right now. ”Are – are you okay?”[/color] the vampire managed to ask, through a mass of emotions in his velvety voice. One of his hands moved to touch her cheek again, stroking it tenderly. Even when blinded with hurt and rage, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her. [/blockquote][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - -Tag: Buffy Word Count: 909 Outfit: T-shirt and sweatpants. Notes: ----[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on May 26, 2012 16:52:41 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She wanted to lean into his hand as he wiped away the tears that fell but she refrained, staying as still as possible. She heard his words but for a moment she didn’t reply. She wasn’t asking him to forget, because she knew she would never forget his eyes as they took in her betrayal, his words, or his actions. She would never forget anything, good or bad, that had happened between them so asking him to forget would be hypocrisy for the highest order. She could never forget seeing him kiss Faith, even if it had been fake, nor would she ever forget when he sided with her in Los Angeles. Her betrayal was worse so it was obvious he would never forget.
“I’m not asking you to forget, nor to forgive me.” She told him softly, her tone completely defeated. “I know that I hurt you, betrayed you…and I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you so why would I ever ask you to forgive me?” She asked him, though the question was clearly rhetorical. “I know it has to sicken you to look at me…I am sickened to look at myself. I’ll stay away from you as much as possible so you don’t have to deal with me…” She mumbled, not even sure if what she was saying was making a lick of sense. She wanted to run as far as she could and never look back, never have to deal with the anguish that she felt over her betrayal, but she deserved it, so she stayed where she was.
As she looked away and tried to find a place on the wall to stare at, she felt a hand on her chin. Her head was moved so she was facing Angel again and for some reason his eyes bore into hers with a softness that she wasn't expecting. His words were meant to be comforting but they weren't the ones she wanted to hear. She didn't deserve to hear the words she so badly wanted to hear, but that didn't stop her selfish desire. Seems all she knew how to be recently was selfish. Not knowing how to respond to his declaration she simply nodded her head, hoping that he would understand what she meant though no words escaped her lips. She loved him, unbearably so and she really didn’t know what else to say to convince him of that, though she had a feeling he knew.
She watched as the vampire nodded when she gave her speech. His answer was not what she had expected though she had a feeling it should be. She leaned up, her hand caressing his cheek softly, hoping he wouldn't turn away from her. "You have responsibilities to people that you love Angel." She told him, not sure what his guilt was for but assuming it was for not being there after she came back. "I never questioned why you weren't there. I wasn't a part of you're life anymore. I hadn't been in a long time. Even if you were there during that you couldn't have given me what I needed...and not for the reasons you think. Not because you would lose your soul, because to be honest with you in the shape I was end I highly doubt it would have been perfect happiness. However it's because you love...loved me." She tried to explain but knew it fell short.
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Note:: I feel so guilty for posting this short ass post but you asked me to post shorter ones so I did. Lol. Is it bad I feel awful?
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Post by angel on May 26, 2012 17:26:48 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -Though her question was most obviously a rhetorical one, it hit him deeply nonetheless. Her betrayal was by far the worst he had ever experienced, there was no doubt about that. Both of them had experienced being hurt by each other in the past but there hadn't ever been anything quite of this magnitude before. Whether or not they could move past it he was unsure. Whether or not he truly wanted to move past it or not, he was also unsure. Of course deep down he still loved her. However he wasn't truly sure if he could ever look at her quite the same again knowing what she had done. Knowing that she'd done such things with his opposite half hurt in ways he hadn't known possible. Moving past something as such would be difficult if not impossible.
Immediately he shook his head in response at hearing that she would stay clear of him. "No...Katheryn...she's grown attached to you...Even if we aren't together, promise me you'll stay in her life." If Katheryn hadn't been in the equation he would simply have just left Richmond for the better of the both of them. Sticking around each other had never worked in the past and surely wouldn't be any better this time around. However he didn't want to take the only other person in Katheryn's life away from her. If they couldn't stay around each other for the both of them, perhaps they could for her. Vaguely it reminded him of the couples that stay together simply for the children. The couples who despise each other and yet think it's better to stay around anyways, for the children's sake. Usually it ends up being worse for the children in the long run and he simply hoped that this wouldn't be the case this time. He knew that hearing the words that he'd never hate her probably only made her feel worse. It'd been meant to make her feel a bit better, comforted in the slightest if anything. However more than likely it had only made her feel even more guilty, more guilty than either of them could have anticipated or wanted. He hated that the both of them were hurting so bad. Even though she did deserve it, he hated seeing her cry. No matter what she had ever done, he would never enjoy seeing her cry. Desperately he wanted to tell himself that he was being dramatic; that it wasn't as bad as he thought that it was. However it was pretty bad; she'd betrayed him in a way that no one ever had before. The one person he never thought wanted to hurt him had. Feeling her soft hand gingerly touch his cheek, he wanted to pull away. Yes he wanted to turn away from her and not allow her the privlege of touching him so lovingly. Yet for some reason he couldn't seem to force himself to turn away. His skin craved hers as it always had. Skin had no clue of betrayal and didn't know how much it hurt, it remained unaffected. Without his brain paying attention, his cheek seemed to press further into his hand, wanting her touch. In a way her explanation did make some sense. Some kind of fucked up and strange sense, but sense nonetheless. His cheek remained in her hand, his own hand placing itself over hers. "I understand...you didn't need love, not then. You ran to Spike because you two despised each other and when he truly began to love you...you cut things off with him. I understand, whether you think I do or not; I know you Buffy." [/color] With this his eyes seemed to melt into hers, their hands on top of one another. He had the distinct urge to kiss her but knew he shouldn't give her false hope because of his own weakness for her.[/blockquote][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - -Tag: Buffy Word Count: 669 Outfit: T-shirt and sweatpants. Notes: That's okay, I'm down for short, lol.[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on May 26, 2012 17:56:36 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing him ask her to stay in Kathy’s life even if they weren’t together almost caused her to come completely undone. Jesus why couldn’t she just leave. Why couldn’t she just walk away from it all? Why did she have to be the responsible one? Granted, her actions the past couple of weeks hadn’t exactly shown her as an expert of responsibility so that might be mote point at the moment but still. Other people who went through similar things could just walk away, get away from it all until enough time had passed that they could get over it or deal with it or whatever it was that someone did in a situation similar to this. Unfortunately she didn’t have that luxury. She had run away once…after sending Angel to hell. Granted she hadn’t gone far, going to Los Angeles and getting lost in the crowd there. It had been devastating the way she had to live her life in LA but also almost freeing in a way. She was allowed to grieve for a love that had been cut too short rather than hear about how the love she had felt should have never come to be in the first place. She had been able to deal with things on her own time rather than someone else constantly telling her what to feel.
The same situation could be said for now…except the fact that she had no one else to blame but herself. Even when Angel lost his soul and she had felt an immense amount of guilt it had been nothing like this. No one had known what would happen if Angel experienced one moment of true happiness, so they hadn’t known what to say away from. She jumped into bed with Angelus with both eyes open, even after knowing all that he had done. She had known that she would lose Angel because of it (granted that thought hadn’t even entered her mind until it was past the point of no return) and yet she had done it. Why? What had caused her to do what she had done. Was it some sort of cosmic joke? Did her life not suck enough that she had to give it the final kick before she took a knife to her wrist? Granted she wouldn’t do that but the fact still remained.
How did she answer him? How could she explain to him that staying away from them all was the only thing that was going to keep her sane? She knew she couldn’t abandon Kathy but how did she do that and not see him? “She’s a sweetheart Angel.” She told him simply, not knowing what else to say. How did she talk to him about this. How did she explain that while she wanted to stay away that she couldn’t because she felt for Kathy like she was her sister…no…she almost loved her as a daughter. Unfortunately she couldn’t open herself up to that. Because if Angel moved on there would be someone who would take that spot in Kathy’s life and she couldn’t handle that. “I’ll be there if she needs me.” She stated simply, not knowing what else to say.
She was relieved that he didn’t push her away. She didn’t have any preconceived notions about what that meant but she was relieved either way. “You know me better than anyone, you always have.” She whispered. “And that’s why I try not to lie to you. Sometimes it’s inevitable but I try to keep that to a minimum because you’ve always been able to see through me.” She told him, hoping that he wouldn’t ask about Spike’s attempt at rape again. She didn’t think she could tell him anymore than he already knew without giving the full story…and that wasn’t something she thought she could do.
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Note:: I may not be able to post back again until later tonight since I’ve got to go pick Ash up from work.
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Post by angel on May 26, 2012 22:40:53 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -None of the words that actually left his lips seemed to make sense to him. It seemed that all of the words he thought to say never actually left his mind, that they were trapped in there for all of eternity. Sometimes he babbled to her and sometimes he said things he would regret later, but never what he actually wanted to say. No what he wanted to say was that he loved her, that he didn’t know how she could hurt him like this, that he didn’t know how to live without her, but no longer could live with her. However not only were the words not wanting to leave his lips but they also didn’t want to break Buffy’s heart any further. Even though she’d technically broken it herself his anger earlier surely hadn’t been any help.
The air seemed a bit clearer between the two of them now that everything was out on the table. Of course he wanted to hear the full story about Spike, though it wasn’t necessary. He knew that regardless of whether or not he knew the full story, he was still going to dust Spike. There was no doubt in his mind or in his heart about that. However right now was not the time for stories, not in this moment. Things were bad enough between the two of them without bringing that back up. It’d get taken care of in due time.
Angel still wasn’t feeling better about the whole ordeal though. The visions still shot through his mind every time he looked at her. Seeing her bent over, on top of him, the whole schebang. It was quite literally more painful every time he was forced to see it, which was time and time again. It quite literally made him want to punch right through a concrete wall, multiple times. However that wouldn’t make him feel any better in the long run, though it might satisfy him for a moment. So for now he tried his best to subside his anger, which proved quite a difficult task.
It struck him a bit odd that all she simply said was that Katheryn was a sweetheart. That much was obvious and had always been so, she was simply seeming to not want to get into things between them. If she didn’t want to talk about it then they wouldn’t because quite honestly, he was sick of talking about it already. ”Listen…Buffy…I – I need some time…apart” the vampire managed to say while keeping his cool. His voice seemed sad and yet strangely cold all at the same time, though it was apparent that it hurt even him to have to say it. After he said it he turned away from her, beginning to walk over to the stairs. Once at the stairs he stopped at the bottom step to call out to her, though he still didn’t look to her; he didn’t want to. ”Take me to see her” [/color] he simply demanded, waiting for her to take the lead. Right now he was pretty much finished with this conversation. She’d said everything she needed to and so did he. When it came down to it, nothing much more needed to be said. She fucked up and so did he, not telling her about his son. In the grand scheme of things he knew deep down that they wouldn’t have lasted because of his soul anyhow; he’d just been sincerely and desperately wishing that they would.[/blockquote][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - -Tag: Buffy Word Count: 584 Outfit: T-shirt and sweatpants. Notes: Sorry so short.[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on May 26, 2012 23:43:50 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She simply nodded her head, having been expecting it. It didn’t make it hurt any less but it wasn’t a surprise. “I understand.” She whispered, watching him walk towards the stairs. She debated for a moment what she wanted to do. She knew that she needed to call Willow and tell her that someone broke her phone which was the reason she couldn’t get a hold of her since she had hung up on her earlier. The blonde had a feeling this was not going to go over well since most likely everyone was wigging out. She stood up, trying not to watch him walk away. It had hurt too badly the last time she had to watch him walk out of her life, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it again.
She groaned as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Yeah, that’s just what she needed. Grabbing onto the wall as best as she could being that it was a smooth concrete surface she took a couple deep breaths, trying to get her bearings. She wasn’t at all surprised that she was dizzy. Between not eating correctly the past few days, then the uh…exercise that she got, the grand finale of losing a bunch of blood and then the shouting match that she had just been a part of, add to that how many times she’s cried and it was a miracle she was still awake.
Taking another deep breath, trying to make sure that she was sturdy enough to walk she headed towards the safe to put the key back along with the chains. She hadn’t made it very far before his voice called back to her, demanding in its tone to take him to her. She didn’t need to ask who he meant which made her wince. Yeah, this wasn’t going to go over well. She didn’t turn around to look at him, having no idea his back was still to her. “Angel?” She asked quietly, hating how meek she sounded. She was the slayer damnit! Why was she so weak all of a sudden? What gave him this power over her?!
Oh, wait, she did. She had given him that power the day she gave him her heart. Granted she had done it without her knowledge and by the time she realized how much she loved him it was far too late, but that was besides the point. Pulling on any strength she had left in her she held her head up, squaring her shoulders and walking over, her face smooth but her eyes beseeching in their request, even though his back was to her. “Please do not get mad when I say this, and listen before you go off the wall.” She started before wincing, knowing that wasn’t the best start to the conversation. “No one other than Willow knows that you’re back. Well, Spike might since he apparently got in the middle of Willow’s spell but anyway, your sister doesn’t.” She tried to reason with him.
“I-I think that I need to go over there first and explain things a bit before you barge in. Actually, better yet, why don’t I just go get everyone and bring them here?” She asked, her mind racing. She hadn’t mentioned that she had put everyone into a hotel where Angelus specifically could not enter. As bad as it was to say she wanted to keep it that way since even though he would never lose his soul to her again, that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen. It was nice to have a place that was completely safe, and she didn’t want to risk that.
Word Count:: 643
Tag:: ANGEL!!!!!
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: I don’t think it’s worthy of getting decked but then again with Bangel you just never know. Lol
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Post by angel on May 27, 2012 11:15:46 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -Although he hadn’t wanted to face her again, when he heard her call out to him he simply couldn’t help himself. Hearing her in that moment reminded him of a day long ago back in Sunnydale. He remembered when she’d lost her powers and hadn’t at the time known why. That night when he had seen her she had been so helpless. After having powers for so long she hadn’t known how to live without them. It seemed that all that time she’d found herself wondering if her life would be better without them. When they were stripped from her it took away all the doubt she’d ever felt. Knowing what went bump in the night and not being able to fight it had killed her and that was no way to live.
But that night she had called out to him just in this same way, meekly saying his name. Both times she had sounded completely and utterly helpless to him and both times it had broken his heart completely. So he turned his body around as to face her, seeing that she was barely holding herself up against a concrete wall. For some reason he knew he should help her but wasn’t sure if she wanted it or not. However she had called to him and no matter how angry with her he was, he would come; so he did. The vampire moved so fast that it seemed as if he had almost appeared beside her. One of his hands went to her hips and the other to her shoulder to steady her. ”Take a few deep breaths, you’ll be okay…” he cooed, though not overly lovingly. Obviously things between them weren’t okay and he didn’t want her to think that they were. However just because he was mad at her didn’t mean he wouldn’t help her. He would always come to her aid no matter what she did. No matter how much she had hurt him, he still loved her. For this reason alone he would always be at her side even if it wasn’t as a lover. Even when she’d been with that boy Riley he’d wanted to be there for her, had still worried about her. He remembered calling her once to check up on her, to make sure she’d survived a battle. She had in fact answer and at hearing her voice he’d hung up. He had still wanted to make sure that they had their separate lives, but had needed to know that she was okay. This was no different, though he knew that she was dizzy because of blood loss from Angelus. It angered him definitely but it was no reason to allow her to pass out and possibly hurt herself. Once it seemed that she was steady and her breathing became a bit normalized, he released his grasp on her. He had noticed that when he had touched her hips that she had winced in pain, probably due to bruising…from Angelus. However he shook these thoughts off, not wanting to grow any angrier than he already was. Although when she didn’t begin walking to the stairs he wondered why she was still standing there, and why they weren’t moving. Right now he wanted to see his sister more than ever. When he finally heard her speak, he understood why she hadn’t began taking him to her. Even though her words probably shouldn’t have hurt him they did. When they finally sank in, he felt a bit embarrassed by them. It probably shouldn’t have embarrassed him like it did but he couldn’t help but feel that way. Immediately he turned his head away from her, not wanting to look her in the eye. After a moment of letting everything soak in he finally spoke up, though his voice remained quiet. ”Fine…I’ll wait” [/color] he told her softly, voice full of hurt and embarrassment. With this he began walking towards the bathroom in the basement. Before he seen his sister he would need to shower. He smelled of blood and sex and he knew with her being a vampire she’d pick up on it and he couldn’t bring himself to let that happen.[/blockquote][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - -Tag: Buffy Word Count: 699 Outfit: T-shirt and sweatpants. Notes: ----[/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on May 27, 2012 11:58:20 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She felt his hands on her trying to steady her and as much as she wanted to pull away to gather a bit of her dignity back she couldn’t. She really needed to get something in her system to get her blood sugar back up because at this rate she was going to end up passed out somewhere even if it wasn’t here. So instead of holding on to the bit of pride she had left she allowed him to basically hold her up as she took deep breaths to steady herself. Thankfully she regained her bearings quickly and he was able to release her, though she hadn’t even noticed she winced when he griped onto her hips to steady her. She honestly didn’t even want to know what she looked like right now underneath the clothing she wore so she didn’t think about it…though knew she would have to check it out later to make sure nothing was broken. She doubted anything was but it wouldn’t hurt to check.
She saw his embarrassment flood his face when he realized what she had meant and she wanted to apologize but she kept it in as she doubted he would really want to hear it since he turned away from her, clearly not wanting her to see his embarrassment. She heard his words when he said he would wait and watched as he headed towards the bathroom. She didn’t say a word as she grabbed her purse and headed up the stairs, knowing she would have a lot of explaining to do once she reached the apartment.
She hated leaving like this, hated having this distance between them. The physical distance wasn’t the problem since they had lived a hundred and fifty miles apart for years…no…it was the emotional distance that she hadn’t ever felt between them before. It froze her to her core…and she wasn’t sure if she would ever feel warm again.
Word Count:: 359
Tag:: ANGEL!!!!!
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Shortest Buffy post ever. However since I’m ending it and then immediately starting another thread, I figure I can do it like that. 
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Post by ADMIN BRITT on May 27, 2012 11:59:13 GMT -6
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