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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 21, 2011 0:27:09 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Rome, Italy was somewhere she hadn’t expected to ever visit, let alone say that she was apart of the population who lived here on a daily basis. It was strange, how much her life had changed since she was 15. When she was 15, she had her life planned out to a T. She was going to graduate high school, go to college where she would get her degree in something easy that would make her a decent living. Get married to some rich guy who would go to work all day, someone like a doctor or a lawyer, while she would go to the club with her friends and blather on about nonsense…then when she and her husband were thirty, she’d have one to two children, and she would live happily ever after.
Obviously that didn’t come true.
However again, she was no longer in Rome, Italy. She was currently sitting in a small cemetery in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Someplace she had never really heard of before a few days ago. She had gotten a call from the seer that had a vision of a potential here in Mystic Falls…so here she was…sitting in a cemetery in a small town just like the old days. It was times like these that made her miss Sunnydale…though that thought was one she never thought she’d ever actually have.
As the blonde slayer walked down the aisles of headstones, her thoughts began to shift to her life thus far…a life that was incredibly long, but short at the same time. She felt a familiar feeling deep in her soul, but knew it was impossible to be thinking such things. She had been thinking about that particular cause of the tingle earlier and she figured that was what was causing it. Instead she ignored it, though would probably regret it later, and thought back to her life thus far.
One day, while she was 15, her life was changed forever…though at the time she had no idea how much. One day after school, she had been walking down the steps talking about a dance with her quarterback of the football team boyfriend Tyler, when an odd man came up to her and immediately talking about things that made her want to either scream and run away, or have the man committed. He started spouting off things such as 'It's your destiny to find them and hunt them, the vampires.'...she didn't want to believe him but was morbidly fascinated (one of her many flaws she would later come to realize) so she followed him into a cemetery (looking back on that she realized how dangerous it was even if there were no vampires)...and that's when she saw it...the first vampire she had ever seen...the first vampire she had ever staked...the first that would be...of many.
She hated her destiny at the time, because it caused her so many problems just in a short amount of time. Her parents were fighting more and more every day, and lot of those fights stemmed from her own problems. They had fought the night she killed her first vampire, and the lie she told (the first of many in the years to come) about being with Tyler hadn’t been a good enough excuse for either of her parents, though her mother had tried to defend her.
Things went downhill quickly after finding out she was indeed the slayer. 'In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness...she is the slayer'. While her nights used to be spent talking on the phone with her friends or her boyfriend, spent on prom committee, or some other school related function, was now spent sitting in grave yards hunting down undead beings and trying to not get killed in the process. Her home life wasn't going very well either. Her parents had been fighting for some time now but because Buffy's 'extracurricular' activities' had gotten her into trouble a few times, the fights were getting worse.
Everything came to a huge explosion (the first of many in her life) the night of the school dance at her high school, Hemry High. Vampires had decided the dance would be an all you can eat buffet and had attacked the dance. Buffy (with help from her new friend Pike who had started fighting with her because his friend was turned) evacuated the gymnasium where the dance was being held and then set the gym on fire, burning it down to the ground. Luckily the students were safe, but the school wasn't very gracious about the fact that she had burnt down the gym...she was expelled.
After being expelled she tried to ‘retire’ from slaying, but soon found out that was almost impossible…unless you were killed that is, though in her case that didn’t even give her the escape she truly craved all those years.
The slayer’s thoughts were broken when she heard a noise and sighed, thankful that she had remembered in time exactly where she was. She tended to zone out when she was patrolling by herself, especially since it was so rare these days, and luckily this hadn’t turned into a bad thing tonight. She walked over towards the noise and shook her head. “Don’t you people have anything better to do?” She quipped, grinning internally at the familiar rush of adrenaline that coasted through her body before she threw herself at the vampire in front of her, catching him off guard and staking him quickly.
The blonde stood up and dusted her hands off on her pants, rolling her eyes at how easy that was. She for a brief moment wished for an apocalypse only if for something to do, but then quickly dismissed the thought. She didn’t need an apocalypse at the moment, though if her night got any slower she may start her wishing again.
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Post by angel on Aug 21, 2011 0:32:38 GMT -6
--------------------------------------------Over his two hundred and forty seven years, Angel had done a lot of terrible things that he wished he could forget. He'd killed and maimed a lot of people and to some, done even worse. The vampire had been a true animal and for awhile, he was alright with that. In fact he'd even enjoyed it, loving the thrill of the kill. Darla had been his everything and he felt as if he owed her his life. Before he'd been turned he'd been a no one, a drunken stupid kid. Sleeping with bar maidens and drinking every night, causing humiliation and shame to his entire family and hurting his family name. His family was probably happy when he'd turned up dead, relieved most likely. They probably had the urge to dance on his grave and express their excitement. However, they would not be happy for long.
After he awoke in his grave, his desire to kill was extremely high. Everywhere he went he could feel the blood rushing through people's veins, he could even hear their heartbeat. Returning to his family home he killed his family with no regret. Upon meeting Darla soon after, they roamed the world together for years terrorizing towns and slaughtering masses of people. Soon Angel found a new obsession, Drusilla. This one was one of his most regrettable memories. Not only did he sire her but he first mentally tortured her, killing everyone that she held close. After turning her crazy he then made her into a monster and she had traveled with them ever since. Soon Spike joined their gang as well and they were a sort of team, taking over Europe one small town at a time. They became well known after awhile and they loved every minute of it. For Angel, or Angelus, it was all about the game; all about the chase.The kill was simply a bonus to the true enjoyment of slowly ruining someones soul.
This went on for decades before one night, when his life changed for ever. His family had traveled to a small town where he'd caught the eye of a traveling clan of gypsies. There was one gypsy that caught his eye, whom he couldn't seem to get out of his mind. That same night he arrived, he crept into her camp and drained her dry. Little did he know the gypsies had a way of punishing him, giving him a soul that very night. After it had happened it had been too much too handle. He fled away from his family and traveled to Los Angeles after awhile, trying to be by himself. He lived in alleys like a street bum and killed mice for food, not knowing how he could possibly live like this. Every terrible thing he'd done, every person he killed, was constantly running through his mind. He'd never known that anyone could be in so much pain and sometimes he'd wished that the gypsies had just killed him.
Then, a man named Whisker changed his life again. He took him to a local high school and showed him a teenage girl, the slayer. As soon as he seen her he knew that he would do everything possible to help her, even die if he had to. He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life and immediately he was smitten.
Since that day a lot had happened between the two, and they'd parted ways. Though in his heart he knew that really, they would never be apart. She still owned his heart and she always would, there was no one that could live up to her. She would always be his girl and she knew it too, they just simply couldn't be together yet. It was too soon, not long ago she'd told him that she needed time to "finish baking". He would wait, even if it took years and years. He wasn't getting any older, he had all the time in the world.
As he drove down the freeway, he was feeling a bit anxious about seeing her. After the fall of L.A. and Sunnydale, they hadn't spoken at all. He'd talked to the others to make sure she was okay, but there had never been any direct contact. He felt as if it was better that way, she had needed space and he would give it to her. However he had been hearing rumors about trouble in Virginia, and had decided he would offer his help. L.A. didn't need him anymore and he needed something to occupy his mind. He was a champion, and what was a champion without a fight?
Exiting to the small town he'd been told the scoobies occupied, he cruised around awhile before seeing a cemetery. He slowed down in front of the gate just in time to hear a familiar sound. A small ruffling noise, and then the sound of a vampire being staked. Well all be damned, his luck hadn't run out yet. Parking his car along the road he got out and went over to the gate. It was locked so he simply jumped over, as he expected Buffy probably had.
But what if it wasn't Buffy at all? Since Sunnydale had been destroyed there had been hundreds of girls activated. Though he figured even if it was another slayer, he could at least find out where Buffy was through her. Deciding to at least investigate the sound he continued walking on. If he had a heartbeat, he knew it would be beating profusely right now. There weren't a lot of things that made him nervous, Buffy being about the only one he'd noticed. Walking to wards where he'd heard the sounds, he rounded a corner and saw just what he'd been looking for. The blond slayer stood up and brushed her pants off before turning around, revealing that it was indeed Buffy.
Even before she'd turned around he'd known it was her, he could smell her. A small smile appeared on his face when their eyes first met, his eyes melting into her own. "Hey." And as he said this, his smile disappeared. Not because he wasn't happy to see her but only because he was Angel, and Angel rarely smiled as it is. He wanted to walk up to her and kiss her, remembering how soft her lips were and how they seemed to electrify his cold body, but he didn't. He simply stood there and awaited her response, hoping that she wouldn't be upset to see him there. They'd had fights in the past about approaching the others territories, the whole 'this is my city' fight. Now that Angel had no city, he hoped that she would accept his offer to help.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 21, 2011 0:35:44 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Her eyes widened as she heard his voice. She wasn’t sure if she was hallucinating or not but there it was, the voice she had only dreamed about recently. It would be a lie to say that she hadn’t been hurting, because she had. She had gotten word a few weeks back that there had been a huge battle in Los Angeles, and that no one had come out alive. Giles had pulled her out of a meeting in order to tell her and she remembered falling down to the group, her knees locking as she sank into the plush carpet. She remembered Giles pulling her into his arms and hushing her as the sobs came out of her mouth at a volume that she was sure meant the entire school heard her. She remembered falling asleep against her watcher’s chest, only to be woken up the next morning in her own bed with her cross necklace gripped in her hand. She remembered the amount of times she got sympathetic glances from Willow and Xander, both knowing how hard it was for her to breathe without him in the world, knowing that he never realized how much she truly loved him.
Yet, here he was, standing right in front of her. She wasn’t sure how it was possible, but it was. If she really thought about it for a moment she would have realized that maybe it was word of mouth that got to her watcher wrong. It was like the game of telephone, the underworld was…what was real was never what had started at the beginning of the line. However that wasn’t the point any longer. The point was that he was real, standing right in front of her, and all she could do is stand there and stare at him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, and if it was unnerving him, he wasn’t saying anything. It seemed to her that he was watching her with the same intensity that she was watching him. She wanted to throw herself in his arms, to sob and cry and beg him not to leave her again…but on the other hand she wanted to scream at him and fight him, needing the release she would get from it since she wouldn’t be able to release any other way…especially with him.
Her mind drifted back to their past, though one part in particular. She knew him, she knew this man more than she cared to admit. Her and Angel had been happy, happier than most couples ever were in years of marriage, and yet they found it after only months of dating. Unfortunately things didn't stay that way. On her 17th birthday they ended up taking their relationship to the next level. It didn't end with him making breakfast the next morning and sending her off to school, No....it ended with the demon Angelus being freed and Angel having lost his soul.
Angelus teamed up with Spike and Drusilla to kill her. 'To kill this girl...you have to love her'. Angelus had all of Angel's memories and knew how to take her down, by breaking down her spirit. He stalked her for months, killed Jenny Calendar (her watchers true love) and it all came to a head when he decided awaken a demon named Acathla and end the world. Kendra, the slayer that had been called after she had been killed by the master, came to help, and was killed at the hand of Drusilla in order to kidnap Giles. Spike decided he had had enough of Angelus and decided to come to her aide and together they overcame Angelus. What Buffy didn’t know was that Willow was attempting to re-curse Angelus in order to restore Angel's soul. Spike left with Drusilla and Buffy and Angelus were battling it out. Angelus had pulled the sword out of Acathla but neither one are paying attention. Buffy had Angelus right in front of Acathla when an orange light went through his eyes and he looked up. Buffy quickly realized it was Angel but unfortunately she also saw behind him that the portal has opened and Angel's blood was the only way to close it. So she told him she loved him, then she kissed him, and then she killed him, sending the only man she had ever loved to the depths of hell.
It was that day, years ago, that had been the last time she had seen Angelus. She knew from conversations between Wesley and Willow that she herself would be the only one who could give Angel enough ‘happiness’ to break the curse so she was glad to know that the man standing in front of her wasn’t Angelus, but her Angel.
“Angel?” She asked, her voice almost like a caress…as it has always been when she said his name. It was obvious to those all around her that even when she was mad at him, how much she truly loved him. The way his name sounded leaving her lips had always been a breathless whisper, one that she would never replicate with any other name. The blonde slayer couldn’t help but allow the tear that was welling up in her eyes to finally release, though only one seemed to make it down her cheek. She barely noticed it, instead concentrating on the man that she loved standing in front of her. She wanted, no, needed to know how he was here. How the news that he was dead had made it to Rome when it was clearly obvious that he was not dead. Maybe she was dreaming, maybe she had fallen asleep, though a pinch to her arm informed her that she was not asleep…or maybe she was dead…
The last one she scoffed at internally, knowing damn well that she wasn’t dead. She remembered heaven, and as she looked at her surroundings, knew that heaven while yes, with Angel, was not in a graveyard. “Angel?” She stated again before her knees buckled, no longer able to hold up the strong woman. She needed for once to be able to give the weight she carried around on her shoulders to someone else. She was never able to let anyone else take care of the burden that she did, other than him. She needed him at that moment more than she had ever needed him before. Another tear made its way down her cheek, following the same path as the last one, as she gripped her cross that hung around her neck. She prayed that he was here to tell her he wasn’t leaving again, she prayed that he was not a figment of her imagination, and she prayed that he would be the one to comfort her in her time of need.
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Tag:: Angel/Angelus
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Note:: Wow, Buffy is breaking down folks…everyone watch out!
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Post by angel on Aug 21, 2011 0:44:11 GMT -6
--------------------------------------------No smile came across her face and he was beginning to think that maybe he shouldn't have come. His mind then drifted off to the day he left Sunnydale, vowing to stay out of her life in order to give her a normal life. Sure he knew if she needed help he would help her, but for the main part he had wanted to completely cut ties. That sure as hell hadn't worked, they'd ended up seeing each other quite a few times since then. It was almost as if no matter what they did fate pulled them together, destiny wanted them together.
If this was so, why hadn't the powers that be released him from his curse yet? He'd done everything they'd always asked of him, averted many apocalypses, basically; he'd been their bitch. So why couldn't they give him this one pleasure? Were they just cruel? After all, the prophecy he'd read said that one day he would have finally gone through enough redemption to have the curse lifted. So what was the deal? How much more could he do?
Maybe that's why he'd felt the need to travel here, to this small town in Virginia. The reason he'd felt that she needed help in the first place; maybe this was his last stop. The last thing he'd have to do to achieve his reward. Though knowing his luck he knew this probably wasn't true. He'd probably have to die a couple more times before they gave it to him, if they ever did. It might be some sick joke they'd conjured up just to get Angel to do their dirty work, to fight their battles. But he had dealt with the Oracles of the Powers that be before and they didn't seem like they would do that. After all, they were supposed to be the good guys weren't they?
As he stared at this girl, this woman actually, he felt all of his feelings come flooding back to his mind. Suddenly he felt the same way he'd felt since they'd first met, hopelessly in love. But wasn't that always how it was seeing her? No matter if he seen her or not he always loved her, but actually seeing her in the flesh intensified everything to a whole other level. It made everything so different and so real. As he noticed her tearing up, it reminded him of the night she killed him. He held no animosity over it, it had to be done. It just reminded him of it because right before she killed him, she started tearing up. Angel had no clue what was going on having been re-en-souled, and he was wondering why she was crying. He clutched onto her, scared and afraid, wondering what had happened and what he might have done. She told him that she loved him and kissed him and he felt safe, comfy. Then she killed him. He knew that she had felt terribly about it and would never forget it, he just wished she would.
When she said his name his non-beating heart melted; he just wanted to hold her and comfort her and forget about everything else in the world. To take her in his arms again would mean the world to him, and he'd vow to never let her ago again. But, did she want that? She may say so, but they both knew that it wasn't a sensible relationship. It was unnatural, it shouldn't be. He couldn't give her everything that a human could, he couldn't keep her happy forever. Eventually she would want more and his heart broke to know that he wouldn't be able to give it to her. A couple years ago he'd come to see her only to have a run in with her boyfriend, Riley. Though he'd hated Riley and had been jealous, he had hoped that they would work out. It killed him inside to see her with someone else, but he wanted the best for her. Besides it wasn't half as bad as learning she was with Spike.
At least with Riley, he knew that Riley could give Buffy what Angel couldn't; a semi normal life. But with Spike, the only thing he could offer her that Angel couldn't was sex. To think of her being like that with someone else, and Spike specifically, had almost killed him inside. He'd been with people since he'd left Sunnydale, but nothing serious. She'd always been in the back of his mind and he knew that she would always stay there, in his heart forever. Since the first night they'd met she'd found a way into his heart and had been there ever since.
He wanted to walk over to her and take her in his arms but it was as if he was frozen, stuck in the moment, stuck in his thoughts. Plus he wasn't even sure if she would want him to, if she was happy to see him or not. As he seen her knees buck a bit he decided to take the chance. If she didn't want to see him, she'd make it known when he came over to her; she'd never been shy that was for sure. If she felt strongly about something you would learn of it sooner or later, for better or for worse. His brown eyes looked at her one more time, seeing the pain in her eyes and matching it with his own. With this, he decided he would at least attempt to comfort her, she was upset and he hated seeing her cry.
With no hesitation, he came right over to her and took her into his arms. He pulled her into him, his arms reaching around her back to hold her and her head on his shoulder. He pressed into her, trying to somewhat comfort her the best that he could at the moment. "Don't cry, it's okay, I'm here" he told her quietly, whispering it into her ear like a soft lullaby. After saying this he pulled away, though he did it slowly so not to seem insensitive. Their bodies still close, he wiped her tears with his hand, letting them run down her soft skin after wards before dropping his hand back to his side. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asked her softly, his brown eyes looking worried as he tried to find out why she was so upset. It couldn't be about him, he'd just gotten here and seen her. If someone hurt her, he'd kill them; soul or not. His brown eyes watching her closely, he waited to hear if she would say anything. Angel was also hoping she wouldn't cry anymore, it hurt him more than anyone would ever to know to see the love of his life cry like that.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 21, 2011 0:55:14 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She simply stared at him, not understanding what was happening. She could feel her knees lock as she fell to the ground, but never felt herself hit the ground. She felt herself being caught for the first time in years and the damn finally broke as she felt herself being pressed against his chest. She clung to his shirt as she tried desperately to quell the tears that were falling down her face. She heard him assure her that it was him and wanted so badly to tell him everything she could think of, but instead she just let her tears fall.
She was sobbing, but it wasn’t like usual sobs. Instead of being loud and gut wrenching, these were silent sobs that were all the more terrifying to any who witnessed it. To an outsider it would seem as if she was breaking apart at the seams, when in reality it seemed as if she was simply allowing herself to be held for the first time in as long as she can remember. She hated feeling weak, it was not something she was used to, but here, holding her, was the only man she had ever allowed to take some of her burden, so she simply let go…not caring about appearances for once.
She heard him whispering to her that it was him, and she still clung to him. She finally was able to push her tears back, pulling away slightly to wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. She felt embarrassed for half a second before realizing how ridiculous it was to be embarrassed. He had seen her at many of the low points in her life. He had held her during most of the low points in her life, even when things weren’t all right as rain for them as a couple. She remembered all of those times; they stood out in her head as a beacon for something to think about when things got rough. Even if he wasn’t there in body…he was always there in spirit. His heart belonged to her, whether or not they were together, it didn’t matter. She had never given her heart to anyone else, no matter who she was with at the time, because her heart wasn’t hers to give. He had always owned it as she did his. He was always standing by her side in a fight, and in life’s problems, no matter where he was.
She could easily remember the bad times and him comforting her. She remembered when she first found out she would die…she was 16 years old and had overheard Giles and him speaking. She remembered when she had come back after the summer with her father. How she had broken down after smashing up the Master’s Bones. She could still feel his arms around her, a phantom touch in the lonely evenings; always there to remind her that someone out there loved her. He held her and simply whispered in her ear. She could still remember the night they made love for the first time...really the only time if you want to get technical. The way he had tried to be a gentleman in the beginning, and then after she wore him down, the way he touched her. The way they had professed their love to each other. She remembered how he had gripped onto her after regaining his soul. How he felt as if they hadn't seen each other in months and yet the first thing he noticed was that she was hurt. How they had argued when he wanted to kill himself. How she begged him to stay with her, and yet he still argued. Yet in the end, he held her when the snow fell...holding her in order to show her that he was still there. She remembered how he had made sure she was okay before he walked away...and more importantly he had let her see that he was alright. No words were exchanged, but no words were needed. They simply were able to stare at each other once more before he turned and left. She remembered when he had come to her mother’s funeral. Holding her after the service once the sun had finally gone down. Letting her talk out her frustrations and fears…simply allowing her to be weak for a moment before going back to take care of those around her. She also remembered their final goodbye. No ‘I love you’s’ were exchanged, just possible hope for the future.
She could remember it all…yet…none of it mattered anymore. She was here, safe, in his arms. Clinging to him as hard as she could and not wanting to let him go. She felt him pull away slightly and she turned her face up to look into his. He looked older, though she knew it wasn’t possible since he was immortal. He looked tired, which she knew the look well. She could smell the scent of burning flesh, and for a moment thought she was needed as the slayer for that moment, before realizing what it was from. She wanted to slap herself for falling back into bad patterns. She had always forgotten not to wear a cross around Angel when she was younger and he lived in Sunnydale. Granted, this time it wasn’t her fault since he did technically show up out of nowhere, but she could have at least warned him.
She had never understood how where most vampires shy away from crosses, and if they even see one they hiss at it like a rabid cat, he simply allowed it to burn his flesh. She had asked him once, many moons ago, and he had simply smiled his little crooked smile and stated that when she was around all senses left him. She remembered thinking it was sweet, however now she had a feeling it was the truth. He didn’t seem to even notice the burn that was embedded in his chest in the shape of a cross. She did however and she hated herself for putting it there. She knew she had put many emotional scars upon his heart and his soul, but the physical one was visible, and it made it all the more painful to deal with.
The blonde slayer reached behind her, unclasping the chain and taking it off. It caught in her hair for a moment but she ignored it, re-clasping it and sliding it into her jacket pocket. She didn’t want to cause him any more pain than she already had, and knew that it was the little things that would help. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his face, trying to memorize it for when he left again. She wasn’t clueless; she knew that he wasn’t here to stay. She knew that he wasn’t here to inform her that he had finally realized that being together was easier than being apart and that he would never leave her again. She knew that he wasn’t here to confess his undying love for her and to beg her to let him come back home. No, he wasn’t here for any of those things. She was fairly certain that he was here to check up on her, to make sure she was alright, and to allow her to see that he was alright. It was their tradition. When something happened, they needed to know the other was alright, but it didn’t make a great load of difference in the end. They were still apart…and it was something she would have to live with for the rest of her life.
She hated that this was what their relationship had become…that the once Romeo and Juliet style love was now reduced to bi-yearly check ins it seemed. She wanted to scream and rant, wanted to slap him and tell him that things had changed…that they had changed. She wanted to beg him to stay with her, to tell him that they were different people now, stronger, and they could handle things that were thrown at them, as long as they were together. Apparently the look on her face showed her emotions because she barely heard him ask what was wrong.
Her voice stuck in her throat, not sure how to answer him. She knew if she begged him, he would stay. She had always known that. From the first time he had come back after leaving, well, the first time SHE had known he was there, she knew that if she begged enough, he would stay. It was the exact reason she had never done it. She wanted him to come back on his own terms…not because he thought she was in need of saving. So how to answer him? It was a question she had asked herself many times over the last few years…ever since he had left. Did she lie to him? No, she couldn’t He always saw through her, always. Did she tell him the truth and then explain that she was just venting and that she knew he was needed elsewhere? No, she couldn’t say the words. She couldn’t tell him that he was needed elsewhere as she didn’t believe there was anywhere else that he was ever needed more than by her side. So she did what she always did, she told half truths…truths that were technically the truth but in reality veiled so much that it would take years to go through it all.
“Angel…I…Giles got word that you were dead…I tried to contact the agency, though it took me 5 hours to find Willow so she could give me the number. No one answered. I tried contacting a few…I use the term people loosely…in Los Angeles and they confirmed that you were dead! So how….how are you here?” She asked, the thought of the past weeks pain coming back to hit her fully fledged, and made her breath catch in her throat. She gripped him tightly, thanking goodness he wasn’t a mortal man or else her grip would have bruised him.
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Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfitNote:: Okay, after writing this thread, I am now feeling completely compelled to go and break out my seasons of Buffy and have a Buffy marathon. Lol. *Goes to do that*
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Post by angel on Aug 22, 2011 20:56:12 GMT -6
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Angel had known that seeing her again would be difficult but he hadn't thought it would be this bad. This was more difficult then their last goodbye, which surprisingly hadn't been too bad. It always hurt to leave her but the last time it hadn't been quite as bad. In fact, it'd left him with quite a bit of hope. Hope that maybe they could one day be together again. Hope that maybe he could finally be with his soul mate, the only girl he'd ever fully given his heart too. Honestly it was crazy to think about the two finally being able to just be together, to be in love and not worry about anything else. Of course they still had to be wary of the curse but she seemed more mature now, maybe they could work around it. At least until the prophecy was fulfilled, at that point it wouldn't matter anymore.
Right now she was breaking down, just letting everything out. He knew that she carried a lot of burden on her shoulders, even with all the new potentials. If anything she suspected that she was now even more stressed out, carrying around the weight of protecting them all and training all of them. Not only that, but everyone looked up to her to make all of the hard decisions. He'd dealt with that himself at Wolfram & Hart, but not quite on the same scale that she was dealing with. Her decisions would decide the fate of the world, who lived and who died. Angel believed in her and he knew that she could handle it. Though he also understood that dealing with it would still be quite difficult, and that was why he knew the importance of letting it all out. He suspected she'd been holding it all in for so long that it was now exploding, as it would do again if she didn't learn to let it out in intervals. If she ended up wanting him to stay here, maybe he would try to help her to learn to deal with it.
Feeling her pull away he wanted to grab her, to hold on to her and to never her let go. They'd been apart for years now and every single second he'd missed her, he'd still loved her. Before he went to sleep everyday he would think of her, wondering what she was doing. Wondering if anyone was laying next to her, even though it killed him to think about it. Leaving Sunnydale had been the hardest that he'd ever had to do. He only convinced himself by telling himself that it was better for her, that she'd be better off. Not wanting to be selfish, he left. Even if they weren't together he wanted her to be happy. Looking into her eyes he could help but notice their beauty, and wonder ever so slightly how beautiful their children would have been if he'd been human. If he ever became human again, which he knew wouldn't happen, he'd love for her to be the mother of his children. They'd be beautiful and he knew they would grow to greatness, seeing that they'd be a part of her. Knowing that this would never happen saddened him.
As she clung onto him once more he held her again, this time tighter. Again he was brightened by the thought of never letting her go again. In fact, he thought about that same thing every time he seen Buffy. Every time he seen her he wanted it to be the final time, the day where he could stay with her forever. After thinking that another thought popped into his mind, telling him that that couldn't happen. Angel hoped that she was done "baking", but he knew that she probably wasn't. After all it hadn't been that long since she'd given that hopeful speech, he figured that she would need much longer before she was done. Possibly, though he hoped not, even years longer. It would be extremely selfish of him to be with her again when the circumstances were the same but he didn't care, he'd been away from her long enough.
Interrupting his train of thought, a familiar burning sensation pierced his chest. She'd been wearing a cross and when he'd held her, he'd been burned. By how tight he was holding her now, it had to be pretty bad but he didn't care. Pain didn't mean anything to him when he was around her, nothing did. Only her. She was the only thing that could make him feel anything anymore. When he wasn't around her he felt numb, like nothing mattered. He watched her as she unclasped her cross and put it into her jacket. His face showed no pain, other than maybe a bit emotional pain. Pain from seeing his soul mate cry and from feeling her pain.
Listening to her every word, his eyes met hers and showed just how intently he was listening to her, following every word she said. He listened as he told him of how she'd thought he was dead and everything made sense. Now he knew why she seemed so pained to see him, why she'd been so upset, why she'd clung to him so hard. He knew from experience that when she'd died, he'd felt like dying himself. Everything else went away and nothing mattered anymore, the world seemed pointless. He had went to a monastery when he'd learned of her death, spending several months there. It had been the only thing to save him from ending his own life as he'd felt as if he couldn't live without her, didn't want to.
"After the battle in L.A., I was really wounded. If I'd been human, I would have been dead. It took a long time to heal, there were so many broken bones. A lot of people thought I'd died, and I let them think it, I wanted to stay off the radar. I never thought it would get back to you..." He explained, his voice drifting off at the end. It was the truth, he'd never thought that Giles would get wind of his 'death'. He'd only wanted time to be alone and heal, he'd never been that wounded in his life. She returned to holding him, her grip as tight as ever. If he weren't a vampire it may have hurt, but that didn't matter. "I'm so sorry Buffy. I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you, you know that. If I'd known you'd heard that, I would have been here a long time ago." That was definitely the truth, he'd die before he tried to hurt her. Hopefully she would understand why he'd let people think that way, and she'd know he never meant to hurt her. She had to know this, she felt the same way the last time he'd checked. Knowing that he'd caused her pain made him want to die, to cause himself pain in order to take it away from her.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 23, 2011 9:42:07 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She wasn’t used to this. Wasn’t used to breaking down this much. Sure she had broken down few times in the past, but nothing like this. Even when her mother died, she had kept it together until she was pushed to the absolute limit…and even then, she made sure that her sister was taken care of. Even when Sunnydale was blown up…she kept it together. She made it out alive. She made sure her family was safe. Now, it was different. Now, she had her rock back, standing near her in order to hold her up. She wasn’t sure where she would be now if It wasn’t for him to be honest. She loved him, with every fiber of her being. She had defended him even after things had gone badly with them. She had never lied about her feelings to anyone, other than him. She still remembered when she was with Riley…she had told Angel that it was different with him, because she trusted him. It was the only time she had ever truly lied to the love of her existence. Sure, she trusted Riley, but not like she trusted him.
She trusted Riley in the relationship sense. She trusted him not to cheat, not to stray, not to hurt her. However she didn’t trust him on the field. She couldn’t trust him to watch her back, not because he would intentionally hurt her but because he wasn’t strong enough to keep those demons and monsters away from her. He got too distracted while trying to fight that she was constantly having to save his ass. He had never been one to save her…and sometimes she really needed saving. Even then, her trust had been misguided. Riley betrayed her by leaving…though now she could it for what it really was. He couldn’t come second to Angel any longer, and that was what was happening. He could see it, where she couldn’t. She didn’t even really realize that’s what was happening…though her heart new. Her heart always knew that it’s real mate, it’s real other half, wasn’t in Riley…but in Angel. Angel defended her, both physically and emotionally…and even though the relationship didn’t end well…he never hurt her intentionally…he was always there for her…even if not in the physical sense.
It was different with Spike…he watched her back in battle, but she never really trusted him in the relationship sense. He was more a best friend, than a lover. Sure they had sex, and she wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t good, because it was…in a way. The intimacy that she shared with Spike was exactly what she needed at that moment. She needed something, anything, to cling on to…to make her feel alive. She needed to feel something…to prove to herself that she really was there…and not just in a dream state. Even if the feelings that were being invoked in her were guilt, anger, and loneliness…they were still feelings. She knew that Spike felt more for her than she would ever feel for him, and she knew it was wrong to use him the way that she did…she had always known that…yet she didn’t seem to care at that point in her life. After being ripped away from heaven, she needed something, or more accurately someone, who could shoulder some of the weight. Spike just happened to be there. It was almost a blessing that Angel hadn’t been around. With Spike, he could take her shit…without getting offended. She almost needed someone evil around at that time to deal with the ups and downs that she had going on.
But nothing and no one could ever compare to Angel. Everyone had always known that. Riley had said it to her at one point. The words weren’t always the same but it had been said more than once. It always came back to Angel.
She had never had to lie to Angel. She never had to pretend to be something she wasn’t. She trusted him, in all senses. She could trust him in their relationship…which was odd seeing as look how it ended. Even though they had broken up and gotten back together more than once, she still never felt like he betrayed her…at least in the relationship senses. Sure, when she had caught him hugging Faith, after she had stolen her body, she felt betrayed…and she wouldn’t say that she didn’t. However, even then, she still never felt betrayed by him as a whole, only betrayed by his actions…until after he explained them. Even though they had their ups and downs, she still always knew, deep in her heart, that his was calling out to hers. His heart screamed for hers, and her heart screamed for his. They were soul-mates, in the truest form. She knew it deep in her soul because of the way they were together. It wasn’t just love either…it was respect.
They respected each other’s opinions in their relationship (when he decided to share his that is) as well as on the field. She would trust him to make a split decision call on the field more than anyone else she knew. She trusted his decisions when it came to battles, to fights, to anything that you could think of…except for a hand full of times. She trusted his opinions, though didn’t agree with them. She knew he always had her best interest at heart…even when he was wrong.
She remembered when he had begged her to let him go so he could save her. She couldn’t let him do it…even though he was trying to do it for her.
She remembered, vividly, when he had left her for her own good.
She remembered how long it took her before she understood Angel’s parting words. She remembered thinking for years that he meant he didn’t want his life to be with her, but that wasn’t what he was saying. He was saying that he didn’t want HER life to be with HIM. It took her a long time before she realized that, and for some reason it made the coping without him, that much easier. She finally was able to accept, a long while after he left, that he really did love her, and he left her, because of that love. You know the saying. You love someone, you gotta let them go…that’s exactly what he did. She also remembered something she shouldn’t really remember at all. A day that never was, and a day that she hated the higher beings, the Powers that Be, for taking away from her. She lived for two years without the memories of a day that after she came back from heaven, kept her going. It made it more difficult in the beginning, knowing what she had and what she had lost, but in the end, she cherished the memories that she was not technically supposed to have.
She had never told Angel that she had the memories of their day…though she had thought about it when they met up after she had returned from heaven. For a moment, there standing in their special spot, she had thought about telling him. However she knew more than anyone how hurt he would be, to know that she remembered that in which he had sworn she wouldn’t…that she carried around the pain of knowing what they could have had…and what was taken away by his own hand…she couldn’t do that to him. So she had kept it silent…and wondered many nights, while lying alone, if he even thought about their lost day any longer.
Her thoughts were broken into by his voice. She barely heard him as he explained to her why he had not been in contact, though for the life of her didn’t understood why it almost sounded as if he was apologizing. “I wish I would have known…I would have been there, fighting with you. You should have called me.” She chastised him. She knew that he wouldn’t have brought her into danger but she still felt the need to let him know that she would have been there for him if she was needed.
She couldn’t help it…she needed to know that he was real. She knew it would mean nothing, well, it always meant something, but nothing more than just a kiss shared by two star crossed lovers that could never truly be together, but she needed it desperately in that moment. She leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to his perfect lips. She barely let them stay for a fraction of a second, rather wanting to pull away than to be pushed away.
She finally felt her legs again and could stand up on her own, to which she did. She held out her hand, hoping he would take it. She knew he would leave. He always did. She usually would be mad at him for it, but now she was simply resigned to it. She knew that he had work to do, where that was she didn’t know. She looked at him sadly, knowing that if she begged him to stay he would. But she couldn’t do that to him. He was his own person now…and she was her own person. She loved him more than her very life…but she would respect his decisions.
No matter how much it killed her in the process.
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Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfitNote:: Okay, after writing this thread, I am now feeling completely compelled to go and break out my seasons of Buffy and have a Buffy marathon. Lol. *Goes to do that*
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Post by angel on Aug 23, 2011 10:53:00 GMT -6
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The vampire felt relieved as he noticed that she wasn't crying anymore, her crying was one of his greatest weaknesses. Actually her in general was pretty much his greatest weakness, and most people around him knew this. Darla had known this when she'd gone after Buffy, trying to get Angel back. In that moment he hadn't cared about his own pain, only the fact that Darla had been shooting at Buffy. His Buffy. Even though he had a lot of history with Darla and hadn't wanted to kill her, he did. Not only to save his love's life but also to prove to her that he loved her, that he would do anything for her. In that moment he felt like everything else hadn't mattered, that she now knew how he felt. He may have felt a bit guilty for killing Darla with his own hands but it didn't last very long, not after he realized what it had done for him with Buffy. How much more she now believed in him, and felt for him. It had been worth it and he was glad to be rid of Darla.
Well, for that moment anyway. Eventually the Senior Partner's of Wolfram & Hart brought her back in a way to distract Angel. They were growing tired of his constant good doing and thought maybe she could take his mind off of things like that. It worked in a way as Darla was not used to being human and he spent most of his time taking care of her. However, when Drusilla sired her he felt guilty for letting her die again. It wasn't because he loved her, but because he'd wanted to protect her. Then she came back again as a vampire, trying to get him to lose his soul. They slept together and it hadn't worked. The only person in this world that could make him that happy was Buffy, and Darla had been extremely angry. Leaving, she came back months later pregnant with Angel's son. It was just then that he remembered that Buffy didn't know of Connor and his heart sank.
How was he supposed to tell the love of his life that he had a son with someone else? A son that actually, wasn't much younger than Buffy herself. Only by five years or so, though only because of him being raised in another dimension. He began to think about it from her view, how she would feel and he couldn't do it. She'd be heartbroken, betrayed even. Honestly Angel knew that he couldn't blame her for feeling like that but he wished he didn't have to tell her himself. Though, better from him than someone else he supposed. Still he couldn't possibly tell her right now, not when she was already breaking down like this. It would simply be like adding fuel to the fire, the sad, breaking down fire and he couldn't do that to her. He would tell her eventually, he knew that he would have to. There was no way going around it, though he knew it would be one of the most difficult conversations he'd ever have.
Now that he thought about it, there had been one more conversation that had been worse. He remembered it now, standing in the Sunnydale High School library with Giles. Buffy had been listening the whole time, but they hadn't known that she was there. Angel hadn't become completely accustomed to sensing her yet, it was still early in their relationship.
Angel: "Well, there's gotta be some way around it."
Giles: "Listen. Some prophecies are, are a bit dodgy. They're, they're mutable. Buffy herself has, has thwarted them time and time again, but this is the Codex. There is nothing in it that does not come to pass."
Angel: "Then you're reading it wrong."
Giles: "I wish to God I were! But it's very plain! Tomorrow night Buffy will face the Master, and she will die."
Buffy: "They say how he's gonna kill me? Do you think it'll hurt? Don't touch me! Were you even gonna tell me?"
Giles: "I was hoping that I wouldn't have to. That there was... some way around it. I..."
Buffy: "I've got a way around it. I quit!"
Angel: "It's not that simple."
Buffy: "I'm making it that simple! I quit! I resign, I-I'm fired, you can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over!"
Giles: "I'm not sure that anyone else can. All the... the signs indicate..."
Buffy: "The signs? READ ME THE SIGNS! TELL ME MY FORTUNE! YOU'RE SO USEFUL SITTING HERE WITH ALL YOUR BOOKS! YOU'RE REALLY A LOTTA HELP!"
Giles: "No, I don't suppose I am."
Angel: "I know this is hard."
Buffy: "What do you know about this? You're never gonna die!"
Angel: "You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it? We just gotta figure out a way..."
Buffy: "I already did. I quit, remember? Pay attention!"
Giles: "Buffy, if the Master rises..."
Buffy: "I don't care! I don't care. Giles, I'm sixteen years old. I don't wanna die."
That, had been the hardest conversation he'd ever had. Knowing that she was going to die killed him inside. He wanted so badly to help her, to do something, anything. Angel had felt completely out of control, helpless, and he'd hated every minute of it. Knowing that the most important person who has ever come into your life was going to die soon made him want to die himself. But even knowing she would die, she had gone to fight the master anyways. Deep down she knew that she had to, to at least try and save the world she'd spent this time protecting, and she did. Part of him loved her even more for this, though he'd still loved her if she hadn't gone at all. Seeing her body in the water like that once again he wanted to die himself, watching Xander help her when he couldn't. It made him a bit jealous that he couldn't help her himself, but he'd at least been happy to have him help at all. As soon as she came back, everything was right again.
It brought him to another moment of weakness she'd allowed him to see, after she'd crushed the master's bones. It had been oddly similar to this, she crying and Angel holding her and trying to do his best to comfort her. Once again he comforted her when her mother died, his heart ached to see his lover like this so many times. He couldn't blame her for breaking down after all she'd been through and knew that she still had to go through. She was the strongest woman he'd ever known but everyone had a breaking point, he was just glad to be the one to be there for her. There weren't many times when he was able to just hold her and comfort her, and he cherished what times he did have. In his mind and in his heart and soul, he wished that he would never have to leave her again.
Though he also knew that eventually, he would.
Hearing her responded he noticed her voice coming in a bit stronger, she must be calming down now. "You were living your life in Rome, I didn't want to bother you. And I didn't really need you." He knew that she wouldn't be offended by this. She'd taken on the first evil, the biggest battle of her life and hadn't needed him. Though she'd had a good point when she told him she needed him to stay in L.A. in case anything got through Sunnydale. That had bothered him as well, that Spike had been able to help and he was forced to sit back. In the back of his mind he always wondered if she truly loved Spike or not, though he knew that it was impossible. How could she love someone else when he owned her heart, and she owned his? It couldn't have been love, at least on her end. Spike had truly seemed to love her and he couldn't blame him, she was the most amazing woman he'd ever known and would ever know.
Watching her he was surprised that she'd leaned in to kiss him, he honestly hadn't seen it coming. He kissed her back and even though she pulled back after only a second, in that moment, their lips had melted together and they'd become one. She pulled away and offered her hand to him, which he took with no hesitation. The look on her face was sad, but he knew it wasn't because she didn't love him or want him. No, it was because she knew that he would be leaving again soon. But then he began to think, what if he didn't? What if he stayed with her here, forever? Or Rome, where ever she decided to go. Could he do that? Would she even want him to? Could they work past the curse? So many questions were flooding his mind right now, he hadn't been this confused in a long time. His eyes looked into hers sadly, as he too was sad he would be leaving again.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 25, 2011 11:08:28 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She hated this! She hated that the Powers that Be could have so much power over them! When the hell had she ever let anyone have power over her? NEVER! She had quit slaying when she left Los Angeles…granted it was only for a brief amount of time before she realized that she couldn’t quit it because it was who she was…but still! She had never let Giles really ‘boss’ her around. She took suggestions from him and they talked about what they should do…but in reality she had never really took orders from him. She had told Quentin once in a round about way that she didn’t like him and wouldn’t take orders from him.
She had told Wesley to go straight to hell, numerous times.
And she had told Quentin again, along with the entire Watcher’s Council, that it was HER that was the powerful one, not them.
So why, after defeating so many evils, and telling so many that she was the one with the power, why did the overall powers have so much effect with it came to what she believed? She didn’t even need to ask that question, it was because they had power over Angel. There hadn’t been a way for his soul to be bound…and unfortunately her lover…well…former lover…was too noble to put anyone in danger because of his evil half ever again. She didn’t blame him…because she had met his monster. She couldn’t kill him, because he wore her love’s face…and in a way she loved him because he was a part of Angel…but she did know how sadistic he was. She didn’t blame Angel for not wanting him to be released onto the world again, but she still hated the price that they paid to keep everyone safe.
She had paid more than anyone would ever have too, to keep this world safe. She had died by the hand of the master, she had died at the hand of Glory, she had a sister thrust upon her when she was vulnerable, she had lost friends, mentors, and yet it wasn’t enough in the eyes of the powers. She didn’t want, or need, anything else in the world, other to be with Angel…and yet for some reason, the Powers that Be still thought that they were unworthy. She hated it…and if it was a demon she would fight it, and kill it. But it wasn’t a demon…It wasn’t a vampire…it was her own conscience. She hated it, but there was absolutely nothing she could do other than to grin and bear it.
She didn’t hear him for a moment, nor did she see him as her eyes were shifted towards the ground, and she was scared he wouldn’t respond to her confession that she loved him forever. The thought made her heart break and she wanted to sink into oblivion. The only reason she had made it this far was because of the knowledge that he loved her. And yet now, it killed her to think that he didn’t.
She knew she had to stop obsessing over it. She couldn’t take it anymore and she knew if she continued to think about what could or should be and what wouldn’t or couldn’t be that she would go crazy, or she would end up picking a fight with him simply for someone to scream her frustrations out on. It wasn’t a personality trait that she was proud of but she tended to do it either way…and at least with Angel when the screaming stopped they could easily resort to violence just to get the tension out. She knew he would never hurt her and he knew she would never hurt him…but that didn’t mean that they held back when they fought. Giles may have been her watcher in Sunnydale and taught her what she knew, but Angel had taught her how to survive. He had taught her the strengths and weaknesses of an opponent because at one time he would have been her opponent.
And then one time he had been.
“I’m here to retrieve a potential. I’ve heard there has been a lot of activity though which is the reason I came versus one of the other watchers or just Willow and Andrew.” She told him, trying to make conversation that wasn’t about them. She wanted him, of course she did. However she knew Angel and she knew the way he was. He’d make excuses and if she didn’t have the right answers she’d lose him before she even had the chance to finish a sentence.
The blonde slayer looked around the cemetery she was currently standing in. She had a feeling that her sobs most likely scared off all the vampires within the area and from her senses the only vampire she could sense was around was him…meaning that she was right in at least one respect.
She sighed and pushed her palms into her eyes. She needed to get back to the house. “Where are you staying tonight?” She asked, though knew he had probably already gotten a hotel, she figured she would ask. “We have a ridiculously large house and one of the bedrooms is in the basement so if you want to stay with us tonight we can call the rental place that we used tomorrow in order to find you something else. Either that or you can just stay with us…either way it doesn’t matter.” She told him, smiling a bit again. She knew he would refuse…she knew that he didn’t want to risk anything, but she had to ask. She loved him, and didn’t want him to be cooped up somewhere without being able to be comfortable. So she waited, and hoped for an answer that she knew wouldn’t be given.
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Note:: Sorry this took me a couple of days. Being sick plus being bogged down with research papers suck. Again, sorry for my lateness.
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Post by angel on Aug 26, 2011 23:01:13 GMT -6
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Even though they hadn't seen each other in awhile and hadn't been together for years, it still felt extremely intimate to be around her and so close to her. When ever they touched he felt sparks ignite in his undead body, he felt his heart dying to beat underneath his toned chest. It wanted to be warm and alive, to beat with the same rhythm that hers did. Angel knew that it could never be, but he couldn't help but think about how it already had happened once before. Though she didn't remember their day together, he would always hold it dear in his heart.
It had been the only day in all of their history that they'd been able to be together. Demon blood had made him become man again and he'd been able to be with her again, in more ways than one. They'd spent the entire day in bed talking and...doing other things, finishing up their day with ice cream. After facing a demon as a human, Angel realized that he could not continue to be a champion if he were to stay human. His powers were gone and he was now no stronger than any other mortal, though his physical strength was above average it was no match for a demon. He sadly was forced to take back their day together in order to become a vampire again, her having no recollection of that day. In some ways Angel wished that he didn't remember it either. It isn't a good feeling to finally get what you've always wanted and then to lose it again. On the other hand, it was the best day of his life.
One day he hoped that he could have a day like that again. In fact, he hoped that one day he would be granted the reward of having everyday be like that. If only he could be with her like he was that day, he would be the happiest man that had ever lived. Well if he were to be human. Otherwise, he'd be the happiest vampire that had ever lived. Or rather, living dead that is. Anyhow he hoped that if he continued to fight the good fight one day the Powers That Be would reward him, give him what he has always wanted. It was the only thing that kept him going sometimes. When he was down and felt like he couldn't possibly win another battle, he tried to think about their one day together. Him holding her in his arms as they laid in bed together, in love and finally able to be together without any restrictions. It gave him courage, it gave him hope. It drove him to keep helping people and keep beating back the evils that came before him. He didn't know how she felt these days but he suspected she felt similarly.
Her speaking of a lot of activity in this town didn't really surprise him. There had to have been a reason why she'd been here in the first place, he had suspected as much. Though he was surprised to hear that the reason she'd come here first was for a potential. All of the new girls that she was responsible for taking care of, training, and teaching the slayer ways, it was probably really hard on her. Throughout her life as the slayer she'd been forced to carry a lot of burden on her shoulders, now more than ever. As the amount of slayers had increased, the evil had been increasing as well to try and catch up. There had to be a balance in the world, there always had been. Most likely, there were more towns suffering from high demon activity. Everywhere was heating up, preparing for something. The new rise of slayers had caused a hiccup in the balance and in order to re-balance itself, the evil was erupting like a volcano. Popping up where ever it could, siring when ever possible.
Sometimes he wished he could make it easier on her, take over for her, but he knew it wasn't possible. She was the slayer and they needed to learn from the best. "Have you found her yet?" He then asked, wondering if she'd be leaving soon. In a way he hoped that she wouldn't leave right away, as he'd just gotten here. It was a bad idea though and he knew it, spending time with her that is. They needed to stay away from each other but he just couldn't help himself. He'd felt compelled to come here and see her, he'd felt compelled every time he came to see her. They were drawn together ever since the very first time they'd met in Sunnydale, in the alley on her way to the Bronze. He'd given her the cross that she still wore today.
Where was he staying? That was a good question, though Angel didn't even know the answer himself. He'd only just arrived minutes ago and hadn't even thought of where he might sleep. It was almost dawn now, he'd have to figure it out pretty soon. As she suggested that he stay with her his heart dropped. He wanted so badly to stay with her, even to sleep in the same house as her and knew that he couldn't. If they were to sleep in the same house what was supposed to keep him from sneaking up to her room and kissing her, telling her that he missed her and never wanted to leave her side again. Nothing would be able to stop him and he knew that she wouldn't stop him either. Him staying with her would be a bad idea and they both knew it, though they both still wanted it to happen.
He looked down to wards the ground, not wanting to see the hurt in her eyes when he gave her his answer. "I'll be okay, I should be able to find something." There had to be a motel some where in this small town, it probably wouldn't take him too long to find it, he'd be in by dawn. Even though he didn't want to, he looked up back to her eyes. His eyes saddened a bit as they met with hers, his heart aching that he had told her no.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Aug 29, 2011 19:06:55 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She hated that they knew each other so well that they could press buttons that none other would dare too. She knew that they were the only two in existence who would dare to hurt the other as they both tended to do. Willow, Xander, Giles, Andrew, Dawn, none of them would say have the stuff that Angel got away with. It may all be true, but they knew better. They knew that she would erupt all over them and it would take days, weeks, months, maybe even years to repair the damage. Angel however, he could give it because she would give it right back. Fights with them could easily turn into first fights and neither of them would care. It wouldn’t be the first time she slugged him and she had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. Granted, he never hit her back unless they were sparring bar one time, but it was still the principle of the matter. He was the one person she could unleash on and not kill them. She knew that while yes, Xander and Willow had both gotten increasingly better in fighting since they had started, if she really ever truly let loose on either one, they would be killed. Angel however, she could let loose, both physically and emotionally and he would take it, either silently or giving it back to her. One way or another, he would throw it back at her. She wasn’t even sure why these thoughts were going on inside her head but they couldn’t be stopped…no matter how much she wanted them too.
She hated that they could hurt each other so much, but that was just the way it went with them. They were so deeply in love, whether or not they were together, and they knew each other, body, mind and soul, that it was impossible to not know the way to hurt the other…even though they did love each other. Unfortunately with him pushing her back, she would push him twice as hard. She knew some of the things that were spewing out of her mouth and would continue to do so were hurtful. She knew that when she laid down for bed that night she would regret some of the things she said. She knew they were hurtful and knew that she was being unfair in some of her judgments…but she couldn’t help it. She loved him and had always been willing to try and be together in any possible way, but he was the noble one…the one who wouldn’t put anyone in danger by allowing the tiniest bit of happiness….and that hurt her. Because what he never seemed to realize is by restricting his own happiness…he was taking away hers as well.
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and bringing herself back to reality. “No, well, sort of. Ugh, it’s hard to explain.” She stated before laughing a bit, though her tone was anything but humorous. “There are apparently a number of potentials in this small town being that there is so much supernatural crap going on here. Apparently it has to do with the proximity to evil or something along those lines. Anyway, we’ve found one potential who is actually staying with us at the moment which is something I don’t think I’ll ever get used too. After I train her a bit here I’ll send her to Rome to complete her formal training. Once she’s finished with that she’ll be assigned a city of her choosing in a way and will be given that city to protect.” She told him, telling him a bit of the way that the slayer school worked.
She took a deep breath, begging her legs to keep her standing for just a bit longer. She heard him decline her offer to stay with them as she knew he would, but that didn’t make the rejection sting any less. “Willow would probably be glad to see you actually. Dawn would too. It would also give me someone to demonstrate a real fight to our newest potential. The two vampires she’s seen me kill have been newbies and not at all hard kills. Come on Angel, at least for tonight…please?” She asked, not wanting to sound desperate but allowing a bit of desperation shine through.
“I…” She started before taking a deep breath, her eyes falling to the floor. “I need you with me tonight Angel. I’ve spent the last two months thinking that you were dead. Can you just give me this one night? I’m not asking for much Angel…just stay with us for the night. If it’s uncomfortable for you at all you’re more than welcome to go find your own place tomorrow though you’re welcome to stay at ours longer. But for tonight…please stay?” She asked, her tone level but at the same time her words were almost begging.
Word Count:: 884
Tag:: Liam ‘Angel’ O’Connor
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Sorry this is shorter. Posts will probably be shorter for the time being as its taking me twice as long to post because of my wrist. I’m going to the doctor tomorrow (again) and hopefully they can do something for me as it’s getting worse. Anyway, sorry again for the lateness and the shortness.
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Post by angel on Aug 29, 2011 21:26:19 GMT -6
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Looking into her eyes he couldn't help but remember all of their good times together, and their bad. The day they had gone ice skating together had been beautiful, until the assassin had shown up that is. He remembered back when she was a senior in high school and they'd tried their relationship again, trying to be as normal of a couple as they possibly could be. It didn't really work but it was fun while it lasted, and they'd been happy. He remembered the movie they'd gone to see and how awkward it was when they got in and realized just what kind of movie it was...When he'd been being terrorized by the first, to the point where he'd wanted to kill himself. Up on deadman's bluff, the snow started to fall and the sun wasn't anywhere in sight. It had been almost like a sign, sent to tell him to stay with her. So they'd walked for awhile in the snow, holding hands. How they'd gotten there was bad, but the end of the night had turned out to be wonderful.
As she spoke up he listened attentively, trying to resist the urge to stare at her lips. Ever since she had kissed him only a few moments ago, his heart had been urging him to kiss her again. A part of him had wanted to never let her go, though his mind told him to let her go. The back of his mind told him to tell her goodbye, to leave her alone and never see her again. A part of him told him that it would be better for her. That it would be easier for them both to move on if they didn't see each other, that they would both be happier. His heart knew the truth though. His heart knew that he could never be without her, her never without him. Ever since they met they had been connected, in love, and would always be. Some love never faded.
The slayer began to explain vaguely how things work with the potentials, which he thought was interesting. He'd been wondering how she would handle so many of them. "I see...so, eventually, you'll be going back to Rome then?" As he said this he couldn't help but let a bit of sadness come through, his voice becoming a bit more high pitched as he finished his sentence. It was still deep, just not as deep as usual. She would probably know what it meant, that he didn't want her to leave. Neither of them wanted to be apart but they knew that they had to. It was safer in the sense that they wouldn't get carried away and release Angelus again.
Sometimes he wondered if being apart was what kept them so in love. He wondered that if they ever could really just be together, if she would grow bored of him. Honestly he didn't think he could ever lose interest in her. He'd loved her even before she'd known that he existed, so he doubted that he would ever fall out of love with her. But would she lose her lust for him? He didn't know, but part of him wanted to find out. Out of his own selfishness part of him wanted to finally be with her again, for as long as she would stay with him for.
Now that he thought about it, he would like to see Willow again. They'd been through rough times after he'd turned, but since then they'd actually been pretty good friends. She'd helped him out a number of times with spells and such and he was grateful she still thought of him as a friend. It might be nice to see everyone, to see Dawn so grown up. They hadn't spent very much time together if any, but a part of him wanted to spend more. To really get to know her and protect her. When she said please his heart sank, she seemed to really want him there. He supposed that maybe, just maybe, he could stay with them tonight. After all the sun was about to come up anyways and he'd need to find shelter pretty soon.
'I need you with me tonight Angel.' Now he was slightly confused. Earlier she had told him of a room in the basement but now as he was speaking, he couldn't tell if that was still the case. The way she spoke it was almost as if she wanted him there with her, literally. It was a bad idea and he knew that it couldn't happen, but a part of him didn't care. He'd said it before and he'd say it again, it wasn't the demon in him that needed killing it was the man. The man in him wanted to hold he while she fell asleep, to wake up next to her. In some ways the man was more dangerous than the demon in him.
It was a bad idea and he knew he shouldn't give in but he couldn't help it. He had never really been able to tell her no, not with most things anyway. They both knew that when she begged, she'd get her way. In a way he was glad that she had begged, it gave him an excuse to say yes.
"It would be nice to see the gang again..." As he said this, he watched her closely to see her reaction. "I'll stay, for as long as you need me to." Letting his voice drift off he outstretched his hand, waiting for her to take it so he could drive them back to where ever this house was. He wasn't trying anything with her, he just wanted to hold her hand so that for a second, he could feel like she was his girl again.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Sept 1, 2011 21:31:15 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She knew that she needed to take a deep breath before she fell over and died…that would be ironic. The mighty slayer…the one who had defeated who knows how many vampires, and how many demons, dying because her ex lover was giving her a look that made her want to run in a whole and die. She felt horrible, and she knew to would only get worse once she was out of his presence again. She needed to learn how to cherish the times they spent together, versus constantly rehashing old things that would never change. She hated it, but it was the way things went. She loved him, more than she cared to admit sometimes, because it just made it harder…yet there were times that she wondered if he really knew how much she cared about him. How much she wished that they could be together in the way that they wanted to be. How much she stayed up at night thinking about him, hoping that he was okay. How when she found out that he had ‘died’ she had momentarily thought about allowing herself to not come back from her next fight. No one, not even Willow knew that. She also wasn’t stupid; she knew if Angel ever found out he would literally kick her ass.
She sighed, trying to make herself think clearly. She knew how to do this. She had done this all her life. She pushed her emotions back…she made herself…hard…cold…distant. Ever since he had left, she was a different person. It started when he turned evil…though she didn’t see at the time. She remembered immediately feeling the change in herself after Angelus had shown up at the school.
She remembered that day...it was burned into her brain forever. She remembered Xander and Willow asking if she was okay...and her just staring at the door. She remembered going home and curling up on her bed, her claddagh ring in her hand. It seemed like years before the sobbing would stop...and after that the dreams set in...The dreams telling her that it was her fault that her lover was gone...and in place was the monster that wore his fast. Angelus, 'the one with the Angelic face'...no truer words had ever been spoken. Unfortunately she had people counting on her, and in that respect she had to pull it together. So she did. She pushed away her pain, only letting it out in the dark night in her room, curled up on her bed, holding Mr. Gordo, the pig he had touched once months before hand. Wishing she had pictures of them together, so she could prove that he really was good at one time…to prove that he was real at all.
It got progressively worse, until after she sent him to hell, she ran away. She came back of course, but the damage was done. None of them would ever have the same relationship again. In some ways her relationship with her friends had grown stronger, knowing that they could come through anything…but in other ways, the innocence was gone…they were different people…and that was her fault.
She had changed overnight when he left. She still hung out with her friends, she still patrolled, and still killed the demons, but heart wasn’t in it. She didn’t really become passionate about anything until Glory came…and that was because she was threatening not only to end the world, but in order to do that she had to kill her sister. Even if Dawn wasn’t technically supposed to exist…she still did. She often wondered if Angel had memories of Dawn…she knew that those in her life did, but she still wondered.
Her distance was the worst right after she came back from heaven…though that was obvious. She no longer hid it, she no longer cared. Her friends had ripped her away from the place that she had been happy in…for the first time since Angel left, she had been happy. The memories of their forgotten day were a big part of that happiness. She saw that her friends were safe, that her sister was safe, and that Angel was safe. She wasn’t even sure how he found out that she was dead, though she assumed Willow was the one to tell him. She couldn’t imagine Xander making that phone call.
She knew she could do it…she had perfected it. She had perfected the way to keep people out…though she had never really tried it with Angel. She had always let him see her for who she really was…because she didn’t want to lie to him. She didn’t want to have to keep barriers up around him too…because if she did…it would destroy that in which was left of her. She loved him…she had always loved him…and would always love him…and she needed to make sure that love stayed with her…because without love…she would be truly dead.
Her thoughts were broken by his hand in hers. She smiled as she took in the words he stated before answering his question quickly. ‘Yes, eventually I’ll be going back to Rome.” She stated with a small sigh, not really wanting to but knowing at the moment that was where she was needed. “As for the gang, let’s go.” She told him, before taking his hand in hers and squeezing it, walking towards the front of the cemetery. There was a mile or so of cemetery before they came to the cars, but she would enjoy the walk…she would enjoy whatever time she had with him…because she never knew what tomorrow would bring.
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Tag:: Angel/Angelus
Outfit::Click to see Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Yeah I ended it here only because that way I can start the next thread which Ash wants it to have Buffy/Angel/Willow in it. So I’ll start that one immediately after I end this one.
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Post by ADMIN BRITT on Sept 4, 2011 21:30:33 GMT -6
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. I <3 B/A!!!
