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Post by angel on Dec 2, 2012 1:45:03 GMT -6
The fact that their little tiff had gone this far completely blew his mind. It'd seemed at first like they'd planned on just blowing everything under the rug like usual. Apparently she hadn't been in the mood to do so. As she soon found out, neither was he. His words had come out a lot crueler than he'd originally meant them to but he couldn't help it. Not only were her words completely outlandish but he found them absolutely infuriating. Whenever he'd left it'd been for her, and only for her. If he'd had his way he never would have left. He would have stayed in Sunnydale if it'd been up to him, but that would have been selfish. And now it seemed she wanted to play the victim again. If she wanted to play the victim, she was going to be one. Perhaps it hadn't been intentional, but he was going to make her the victim for once instead of her just pretending.
Simply to annoy her even further, he nodded as she questioned having a big head, agreeing with her. It only fueled the fire even more but he didn't care much at this point. It'd already exploded. Clearly not caring how pissed off she got, he went as far as to roll his eyes at her comment about Cordelia. She didn't come out and say the name but he knew that was what she'd been talking about. "I don't remember Cordelia throwing a hissy fit like this, back in Los Angeles." He spat right back out at her, though immediately felt guilty. After all, he knew how vulnerable she was about Cordelia. Nonetheless, this was a no bars being held kind of fight tonight. "I also don't recall her ever forcing my fangs to her neck, either" he said, his lips forming a straight line as the word asshole registered within him.
"A lot of people would probably die a hero if they knew they'd come BACK" he screamed at her. Again he felt like a low down nothing when he said it, but he was too blinded by his rage to notice at the moment. "And good. Don't bring your big ass head through it anymore. Don't need you fucking up the frame" he told her angrily, nearly yelling at this point. And then it happened. She brought up Darla, and all bets were off. "Of course fucking Spike told you. His nose is so far up your ass you can't even see his face" he spat, his words dripping of venom.
This was definitely the worst fight they'd ever had, that he could imagine. It was right up there with the fight over her sleeping with Angelus. "And how is that any better than you letting Angelus get away with killing all those slayers? Not to mention all of the civilians he killed. You should have killed me and yet, you didn't. You fucked Angelus instead. So yes, you're selfish, the most selfish person I've ever known."
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Dec 2, 2012 2:02:37 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Hearing his words about Cordelia made something inside her snap. Reaching back she quickly slapped him across the face, bringing back memories of her last trip to Los Angeles. “Then go find you’re damn precious Cordelia if she is so perfect!” She yelled at him, tears welling in her eyes though they were a mixture of anger and hurt. She had always felt inferior to Cordelia and hearing those words just made her want to scream out in a mixture of pain and fury. At that moment she hated him more than she had ever hated anyone in her life and that was saying something.
Unfortunately his words got no matter as they actually were worse. His words at dying a hero if they knew they would come back struck a chord within her. “I never knew I would fucking get brought back and you know it! I didn’t ask Willow and Xander to raise me up from the fucking dead!” She yelled this time, no doubt allowing Willow and Xander both to hear her words and for once not feeling a bit guilty about it. She usually would keep these thoughts to herself but tonight for some reason she couldn’t stop herself.
His words were like knives to her heart as she had never heard him this cruel. “I guess you’re more like Angelus than you thought then huh?” She asked him with a sneer. “You always act like he’s the demon and maybe you’re right…but are you sure you have a soul in there? Because right now all I see is someone that I cannot stand. I love you more than fucking life Angel and I would do anything for you and yet you throw words and shit into my face because you can?” She told him, not even stopping to think of her words, instead just saying whatever she thought.
“Spike told me things that he thought I would want to know. He didn’t do it because he’s so called up my ass. In case you haven’t gotten the memo, he’s currently balls deep in Faith right now!” She told him angrily, though in her mind she was a bit envious of them. She knew that those two with their tempers would have fights just like this but they could end it with some serious angry make up sex that she and Angel couldn’t…though after this she wasn’t sure if they’d ever see each other again so maybe it wouldn’t matter.
Thinking of not seeing Angel again ripped her heart to even more shreds than it already was but she couldn’t stop. Unfortunately his next words stopped her in her tracks, a wave of guilt hitting her so hard that she fought to breathe. Instead of arguing back she reached out and punched him in the face before turning on her heel and walking out of the room, knowing that there was a good chance she wouldn’t make it to the stairs.
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Post by angel on Dec 2, 2012 2:22:22 GMT -6
As a stinging sensation hit his cheek, he realized that she'd slapped him. Honestly he'd kind of seen that coming. The two of them seemed to resort to violence quite frequently. And seriously? He'd pretty much deserved it. Not just because of the Cordelia comment but also about her coming back to life all the time. It was true though, Buffy couldn't ever seem to stay dead. It was something he was glad for, considering the fact that he couldn't live without her. Nonetheless though he couldn't help but feel the steam coming from him as her cheek left his face red. The urge to hit her was overwhelming but he refused, refused to steep that low despite what she was currently doing.
Again he rolled his eyes as she told him to go find Cordelia. "If I wanted Cordelia, I would have had Cordelia, so cut it with the dramatics." His tone was slightly calmer than it had been but it was completely irritable, and that was easy to see. The fact that they were even discussing someone who was so very dead, and had been for all this time, well that was irritating. Her throwing it in his face? Even more irritating. As she droned on about not knowing she'd be brought back, he didn't yell back at her in response. No, that wouldn't do any good in this situation. Instead he did something that would just piss her off. Raising one of his hands, he opened and clamped it shut, simulating her yammering.
"No, I'm not. But I bet you wish I could be" he snapped right back at her when she said he was more like Angelus than he'd thought. "I have a soul. Just because I'm not pining over you, and bowing down like all of your other boyfriends, doesn't mean that I don't" he said loudly, speaking obviously of her past flings. Both Spike and Riley from what he'd heard had always been pretty whipped. Angel wasn't, and she couldn't stand that fact.
Another roll of his eyes. "Spike may be sleeping with Faith, but that doesn't mean that he's not thinking of you the entire time. You'd be stupid not to realize it" he said with a huff. "Then again, I wouldn't doubt it if you didn't" he said with a glare, knowing this would piss her off too. Buffy had always been vulnerable when it came to her intelligence. At the moment he wasn't quite sure why he was being so cruel, it was almost as if he wasn't himself at the moment.
As her fist connected with his cheek, he simply stood there as his anger began to bubble right out of him. When she walked away, he didn't go after her. Instead...he walked over to his bookshelf. Finding the largest book he could, he picked it up and hurtled it right towards the back of her head. That would teach her. Plus, it wasn't like he was actually hitting her.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Dec 2, 2012 2:40:56 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She wasn’t surprised that something hit her, though she was surprised that it wasn’t Angel’s fist. He had actually fucking thrown a damn book at her? What was he a fifties house wife? All he needed was a damn apron and a wooden spoon and he’d fit the damn bill perfectly. She honestly wasn’t sure why they were acting like this but she had a feeling that something was wrong. Unfortunately this had all bubbled up inside for so long that it was spewing out and while some of the things that had been said were harsher than they would realistically ever been with one another, that didn’t mean that most of them weren’t true.
She knew that he was still hurt over Angelus, she knew that she hadn’t gotten over the fact that he had gotten close with Cordelia and the fact that he had a son with someone other than her when it was impossible for them to conceive. She didn’t want to admit that it hurt like hell nor did she have any preconceived notions that those hurts would ever fully go away. She had betrayed him with Connor and she felt betrayed by Cordelia and Darla even though they hadn’t been together. She’d admit that Cordelia hurt her more because he had left her for a normal life and then fell into step with Cordelia. Darla she hated but could understand more since she was technically his sire.
His words about her wanting him to be Angelus finally registered to her and before she knew it she lunged at him, tackling him to the floor and throwing her knee up missing his groin by about a fraction of an inch and only because they were moving. “Can’t even be man enough to hit me yourself Angel? Have to resort to a damn book?” She asked with a sneer. “Or are you too afraid that I’ll kick your ass again just like I have in the past?” She threw at him, knowing it would piss him off. He had admitted more than once that she was stronger than him and really, no matter the fact that he was two hundred and fifty seven or whatever he was now, he was still a man and they rarely if ever wanted to be reminded that a girl was stronger than them.
“You must have thought about it.” She told him, kneeing him in the ribs while restating something she had said long ago. “You vampire, me the slayer. Come on Angel, kick my ass.” She whispered before punching him in the throat.
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Post by angel on Dec 2, 2012 15:34:07 GMT -6
Perhaps he shouldn't have thrown the book at her, perhaps it was childish. Though at the same time perhaps she shouldn't have slapped him or punched him in the face. In his book, it seemed that he still owed her one but he wasn't going to hit her unless he was forced to. No he'd gone that route before. She'd hit him in Los Angeles when she'd shown up and seen Faith there. Once he'd punched her back, she'd looked at him like he hadn't ever loved her at all. As if he hadn't been justified when really it had. They were pretty close to each other strength wise. She might have a little on him there but he had her in age and with vampires, that meant a lot. Plus..he honestly couldn't say that he'd ever really tried to go all out on her. Hell even Angelus hadn't, even Angelus had loved her too much. It'd crossed his mind before, who would win in a battle. While he knew she was confident in herself...he was also confident in himself.
Before he'd fully braced himself he watched as she hurtled through the air, lunging at him and effectively taking him to the ground. A small gasp escaped his lips as her knee just barely missed his groin. Making no notion to move, he simply lied limp underneath her. He would strike when he had the opportunity. For now, he wanted to seem as if he couldn't move, though he knew he could if he really wanted to. Angel rolled his eyes dramatically. "I've always let you kick my ass" he told her simply, his voice showing he was clearly not amused but also not afraid either.
"Not to mention you're kind of rusty, Buffy. Now that you've got your little army you haven't been out there as much as you used to. Sure you're still up to it?" he sneered right back at her, knowing full well this was going to annoy her to no end. It would probably land him a knee to his groin. Instead the knee came to his ribs and though it hurt, it wasn't anything that wouldn't heal. He laughed, shaking his head as she told him something she'd once told him before. As she punched him, his head snapped back for a moment. When his head tipped forward again to look her in the eyes, it was his game face at this point. Fully vamped out he growled.
"No" he snarled, not wanting to have to fight her. Instead of hitting her, he pushed back with all of his strength in his legs and pushed out into her midsection. The blow sent her flying off of him and slamming into the hard wall, making a Buffy-sized indentation. As she slid to the ground he quickly jumped to his feet, though he didn't advance towards her. "Leave" Angel growled, not wanting this fight to go any further than it already had. He knew that if she stayed, it would only get worse. Even as he looked at her he already knew she wasn't going to leave, which annoyed him even further. The girl just never gave up.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Dec 2, 2012 18:34:58 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She knew he wasn’t trying to take her and that angered her even more. She wasn’t sure why she felt so out of control at the moment but something was clearly wrong. She didn’t understand why she was so angry and why she couldn’t seem to control herself. Realistically she should have walked away a long time ago in order to give them both some space to cool down, however she hadn’t. She had stayed and fought…and fought dirty at that. She had said things that she would have never considered and he had done it right back. What the hell was the matter with them?
As soon as she thought about it the thoughts exited her mind, almost as if they were being pushed out. She felt savage for some reason, completely out of character for her. She heard the gasp leave his lips as she missed his groin by very little and she thought briefly about moving over a tiny bit to hit him exactly where she had originally intended to do so. She had done it before, well, not to him but to Angelus, and she could still remember the look of pain on the vampires’ face. Something stopped her though and she wasn’t sure what it was. Something inside her was screaming to stop this madness but for once it was easy to ignore.
“You never let me Angel. I’ve kicked your ass more times than you can count.” She stated with a glare. “The only one who has ever even come close to beating me was Angelus and that was because I was running a high grace fever with the flu.” She sneered, before she was quite literally thrown off of him and into the wall, feeling the plaster behind her bending to her specific shape. Yeah, that would leave a bruise.
“You know damn well I’m not rusty.” She stated, not liking the fact that he was even daring to call her so. “In case you’ve forgotten I was the one who beat the first back. You ran back to Los Angeles like a good little puppy. Sure I may have told you to do so but really…did you do it because I asked you too…or were you too afraid?” She asked with mock sincerity. “I mean really, if you don’t care about me then why would you bother listening to my request for you to go back to LA?”
“You going to order me out of your room like you ordered me out of your town?” She asked, her glare harsh. “In case you’ve forgotten, this is my house and this is my town. So if your unhappy here, you be the one to leave.” She told him. “Besides, why you aren’t throwing punches I’m not sure. You’ve never thought twice about hitting me before.”
She wasn’t sure where the hell any of this was coming from but the words spilling out from her mouth were slowly driving an invisible knife in her chest. She didn’t want to say them and yet she couldn’t stop them from flowing. Not that everything either of them had said wasn’t true (well, not all of it, but some of it) but the way that they were being talked to by the other was killing her. She needed this to end, but had no idea how to get it to stop.
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Post by angel on Dec 9, 2012 18:39:56 GMT -6
Even though he knew that he would never truly say these things, he couldn't seem to zip his damned lips tonight. Something was forcing the both of them to act this way, something had to be. Otherwise it wouldn't make any sense to him. They never spoke to each other this way, nor would they ever hurt each other like this. Yet even as he thought rationally about it he couldn't help but feel extremely angry towards her. Something was making him feel...feral, and he hated that. He hated feeling as if he could rip her head off right now, and that was exactly how he felt. Had someone put a spell on them, or was this the works or Glory? He couldn't be sure but whatever it was, this wasn't going to end well. That he could tell.
Game face still on, he snarled at her words, at her calling him a puppy. "No, Buffy. I wasn't afraid" he said, pausing for dramatics. More and more by the second he felt himself...changing. Almost as if he was becoming more and more like Angelus? And yet even though he realized it he couldn't force himself to stop, it was an awful feeling. "I had more important...things to attend to in L.A." he stated casually, using the word things loosely. She would know exactly what he was referring to. It was one of the things that he knew would hurt her the most out of everything and that was exactly why he'd chosen it. Again he had a hard time believing that this was all really happening, but pressed on anyways.
Angel wanted her to leave so that he couldn't hurt her anymore. It was as if he couldn't stop himself and he knew that her leaving would be the only way to end it. However she was far too fucking stubborn, and it didn't appear to be working. The vampire shook his head at her, a small smirk approaching his features. Next he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going to hit you, Buffy" he said slowly, though that didn't mean he couldn't throw her. Reaching out within seconds he grabbed her by the front of her sweatshirt and held onto her. "Doesn't mean I can't throw you out" and with this, he spun on his heels and did just that.
Tossing her across the room he found himself satisfied when she landed about halfway up the stairs to the upper floor. Halfway there was better than nothing, at this point. A part of him felt horrible that he'd even touched her like that...and yet he knew that if she got back up and came at him, he was going to hit her. Even though he didn't want to, he knew he would, he knew he'd hit her until one of them stopped it all. It forced him to feel sick to his stomach...A lump growing in his throat.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Dec 12, 2012 21:04:33 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She bit back the flinch that she felt coming when he said that there were more important things to attend to in Los Angeles. What the hell was going on with them? Some of the things that they were saying were true but some of them were just completely over to the top and asinine. She had no idea what they were doing and why they were saying the things that they were but clearly something wasn’t right. She knew this, knew it with every fiber of her being and yet for some reason she couldn’t stop herself from forming even more hurtful words nor could she seem to control her body when she continued to attack him. “Don’t worry, you had more important things to do in LA…I was making the world safe. Bet you feel like a big man now don’t you?” She asked, having originally thought about saying something else but by sheer force of will she bit her original thoughts down.
After attacking him again she heard his words that he wasn't going to hit her. For some reason she felt like these words hurt worse than if he would have simply back handed her. Because in her mind she didn't hear 'I'm not going to hit you Buffy' she heard 'You're not worth my time or energy to bother hitting you'. She wasn't sure again why her brain was interpreting this like she was but for some reason she couldn't seem to make anything good come out of this. There was just too much going on. “You’re right you’re not going to hit me…” She stated before punching him in the gut once more.
“Because you won’t get a hit in.”
She couldn't believe that he quite literally threw her halfway up the stairs. Had it been anyone else she would have either made a really ridiculous pun or she would have made a crack about how that was going to leave a mark. However because it was Angel she did neither. She did note that she would be in all sorts of pain the next day since she was sure she had step sized bruises on her back however she couldn't concentrate on that at the moment. So instead she did what she did best it seemed that day.
She stood up and quite literally dove on top of him, for some reason even in all her anger she noticed how well she fit with him, however anger kept her abated and she once again hit him, though this time it was a full on bitch slap right across the face. She said nothing, not because she didn't have anything to say, but because she was fighting with her conscious to try and keep her mouth shut. Though for how long that would last she had no idea.
She needed to get out of here, they needed to be apart until they could figure out why they were doing and saying the things they were, and yet for some reason she just kept pushing, something wouldn’t let her break free.
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Post by angel on Dec 15, 2012 23:05:39 GMT -6
Unluckily enough for himself he hadn’t managed to throw her all the way to the top of the stairs. Only about halfway though it’d still be quite far considering they’d been just by his bedroom door. Considering there was an open room between the stairs and his bedroom that had been a pretty far throw. Not far enough, unfortunately…Things had escalated to a point between him that he wasn’t sure if they could be fixed at this point. Both of them had been hurtful, saying things that normally neither one of them would have said. It felt…unnatural and it felt wrong. It was almost as if he was floating above his body simply watching all of this. The situation seemed like a terrible out of body experience, or nightmare, that he simply couldn’t get out of. The second he saw her starting to rise he felt the anger fueled within him again despite not knowing why it was there in the first place.
When she dove on top of him he collapsed to the floor, taking her with him, though that had been her plan all along. Yellow, feral eyes widened as she slapped him across the face. For a moment he simply stared at her with his demonic eyes. They looked at each other for awhile, until a low growl started to emit from deep in his chest. Now he was irritated and pissed off, not to mention he was clearly not liking being on the bottom. With another growl, only louder this time, he flipped her over so that he was on top. Both of his hands reached out and grabbed her tiny wrists easily pinning her to the floor. Both of his legs were on the outside of hers so that she couldn’t hit him, either. Unless of course she brought her knee up to his groin. However he had a feeling that with his body smashing down so closely against hers, she wouldn’t be able to move a leg if she tried.
Again he simply looked at her for a moment. The grip on her wrists wasn’t too hard, but it was definitely strong enough so she couldn’t wriggle away. His head tilted to the side as he looked at her. Yellow eyes stared down at her as if she was some prey she was studying. Only Angelus had ever looked at her like that and he hated that he was doing it, but he couldn’t stop himself. In this moment she was so…vulnerable. Defenseless. Helpless. And a part of him felt thrilled at that. Something was definitely wrong with the two of them. They had to have been under a spell of sorts or something, someone had to of done this to them. Otherwise, well, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to face her again. Leaning his face down closer to hers it seemed for a moment that he actually might bite her. However just at the last second…his lips came down onto hers. If he hadn’t kissed her, he knew he would have done something else he would have forever regretted.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Dec 16, 2012 13:24:03 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -As she tackled the vampire she briefly wondered if this what was what he felt like when Angelus had control. Which of course led her to ask if this is what Angelus felt like when Angel was in control though she pushed that question out of her mind as soon as it popped up, not wanting to even consider Angelus at the moment. She did wonder though if this was what Angel felt like when Angelus was in control…knowing what you were doing but have no idea how to stop it or even knowing the reasoning behind it. It didn’t make sense.
Feeling herself being flipped over and then forced to stay there she shot him a glare, though she wasn't sure why. Any other time she would make a funny joke, she knew that, yet nothing that came out of her mouth was in anyway funny. She couldn’t even imagine what would come out now which was the reason she did everything in her power to keep her mouth firmly locked, refusing to say anything else that could be harmful or hurtful. She hated this, but somehow she couldn’t stop it. Her thoughts were becoming clearer but that didn’t mean she had any control over her body or her words.
Seeing his yellow eyes looking down upon her should have made her afraid, but it didn't...it never really had. Even as Angelus she had never truly feared him, only feared for what he would do and what she would be forced to do. Neither of them had ever truly felt fear from the other one because they both were aware of how much they loved one another. However at the moment she couldn't voice that because she didn't know how. It was as if all of the love that she usually could show him was wiped out of her memory bank, though she still felt it inside.
Watching as his head bent down towards her she wondered briefly if he was going to bite her, if he would drink her dry as Angelus had mentioned several times. However at the last moment his lips pressed against hers and it felt like for the moment anyway that the spell...or curse as she had thought of it...had been broken. Her lips pressed up against his, refusing to let go to this brief moment of relief whether she would need to breathe or not. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, to pull him closer to her, but she couldn't for he still had her pinned to the ground.
She wasn’t sure what was going on, but at the moment she didn’t care.
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Post by ADMIN BRITT on Dec 17, 2012 22:39:30 GMT -6
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