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While Angel chased after Buffy's attacker, Buffy
collapsed onto the ground. Unfortunately, the place on which
she fell had broken glass and she cut her back severly. Angel came
back to her. She tried to speak, but she did not have enough energy to
open her mouth, so she just looked up at him with her tear-stained face
and he nodded at her with understanding. He picked her up off the ground
and carried her away.
They ended up in Angel's apartment. Angel laid her
on the couch and went to get his first-aid kit. He took off her torn jacket
and looked at her with amusement in his face.
" In order for me to clean your scratches, you have to
take your shirt off, Buffy," he said.
Buffy, still unable to speak, partly from shock, yet
partly from the lack of energy, tugged fruitlessly at her shirt. She
simply did not have it in her to lift it over her head. Angel reached
down and lifted the material over her head. Buffy thanked her lucky
stars that she had worn her favorite bra tonight. It was a beautiful
light blue one that did not reveal too much, although Buffy was
pretty sure that Angel was enjoying the view. The way Angel was
discreetly sneaking glances towards her chest would have made her glow
in pleasure if she had not been in so much physical and emotional pain.
Angel rolled Buffy onto her back and began to massage peroxide
into her cuts. Some of them looked mighty deep and nasty. He
finished cleaning them and then bandaged her back. He went
over to his closet and got out a clean shirt. Angel went back to Buffy and
put the shirt on her. It was huge, but at least she wouldn't have to wear the bloodstained t-shirt anymore. He picked up the jacket he had given
her off the floor and noticed the rips in it. He threw it away and
got another jacket just like it from the dresser.
"Here," he said, placing the jacket over her. "I have
plenty of jackets like this and i want you to have it."
Buffy was starting to feel a little better. She smiled
up at him. She started to open her mouth and realized, thankfully,
that she could move it again.
"So it is Angel to the rescue again, huh? Maybe i should
hire you as my personal bodyguard. Then you could always keep me
in supply of black leather jackets. Thanks."
"For what?" he asked.
"For everything," Buffy said
Buffy got up and stumbled over to the door. Maybe
leaving now wasn't such a good idea. Then again, Buffy didn't want
to impose on Angel, He might feel obligated to offer her another jacket
and before long he would have a wardrobe of nothing. She giggled to
herself, thinking that the idea had promise.
"What is so funny?" Angel asked her as he helped her
over to his bed.
Buffy looked up at Angel and started to giggle harder.
Pretty soon she was in hysterics and Angel joined in. Buffy realized
she had never seen Angel laugh. It was refreshing, almost as refreshing
as him with no clothes on. Well, not quite. Angel placed Buffy on his bed,
and she was fast asleep.
With Buffy asleep, angel had time to think things over.
He knew nothing of the man that had attacked Buffy tonight. He had
no idea why she had no energy after he attacked her, or why
she couldn't fight him off in the first place. Angel couldn't think straight
with Buffy sleeping so near to him, so he gave up and lay down on the couch.
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Buffy awoke to the sound of Angel moving on the couch. She
sat up and rubbed her head. It still kind of hurt from the previous night.
Since Angel's apartment was sun-proofed, she could not see the sun,
but she knew it was morning.
" Angel, are you awake?"
" Yes i am sweetheart. Do you need anything?"
" No thanks."
Buffy got up and went over to the couch. She leaned over Angel
and kissed him on the mouth. He sat up, surprised, and said," What was
that for?"
"For being you. For saving my life, yet again. You know,
as the Slayer, im not supposed to need your to help. It gets kind
of frustrating to know that i do need it."
" Don't feel that way, Buffy. I want to help. As for kissing me,
you know that we can't let this happen. We have tried this once before,
and it did not work."
"Angel i don't care. I know what i feel, i know what you feel.
I need you. I...I want you."
He pulled her down for another kiss. She accepted his
kisses hungrily, almost as if they were the last supply of oxygen on the
earth.She pushed off his jacket and pulled off his shirt. He slipped her
shirt over her head. Angel hesitated for a moment.
"Buffy, are you sure you want to do this? This would be your
first time, right? You are only 16, maybe you want to wait."
" I know what i want. I don't have to wait. I don't need time to
think this over. I'm not your average 16 year old. So shutup and...well
you know."
Giles' paced back and forth across the library. School
had been out for 4 hours now. Buffy had missed it that day. The
darkness outside overwhelmed him. He listened to
Buffy and Angel's account of what had happened the night before. Both
of them seemed mildly stressed about the attack, but Giles observed
an idiotic grin on Buffy's face as Angel told his part of the story. What
was wrong with that girl?
"Buffy, how do you feel now? Do you feel as though you have
all your strength back?" Giles asked
" Sure Giles, i feel wonderful. I mean i feel strong."
"Well i am going into the stacks to see if i can find anyhting
about this new offender. I've never heard of anything quite like it before."
Buffy and Angel sat next to each other, staring into each
other's eyes. Angel took buffy's hand and mouthed the words I love you
to each other. A noise made Buffy jump, her Slayer senses becoming active.
"Ah, sweet Slayer. i have come to finish what i started."
Buffy turned around and was face to face with her assailent.
Dedication: to Nick, AngelWB11, who listened to me complain about my writers block untill 4 in the morning.
Buffy and Angel had been walking in the tunnel
for hours it seemed. A glance at her watch told her they
had been down there for an hour. And where was down
there anyways? Buffy stopped. She thought she heard something.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Angel asked
She waved her hand at him telling him to be quiet. Buffy
closed her eyes and listened. She could here water dripping from
odd places in the tunnel, but the sound that attracted her attention
was something else. It sounded kind of like banging. Sort of like
someone was hitting the wall with a pipe.
Buffy looked at Angel. He nodded at her. He could hear it
too. The tunnel was one long round pipe-like structure. One could
walk only forward or back. They headed back the way they came.
Xander felt lost. He knew that this was no ordinary dream. He could see Angel and Buffy walking in a dark place. It looked like they were in a sewer. No, that couldn't be right. Sewers in Sunnydale were small, almost crawl size. This place was big. Buffy stopped walking and soon Angel did the same. Time seemed to stop as Buffy stood there. Then she said something to Angel and they turned around are started in Xanders direction. Xander sensed the evil near him. The other two should not come this way. Xander wanted to warn them. Before he had the chance, his mom came into his room and woke him up.
Giles did not shake the hand that Kelson held out
to him. Instead, he picked up a board lying on the floor
near him and threatened the strange man with it. Kelson
was not fazed. He held out his hand and the board was no
longer in Giles hand. It was on the ceiling.
"Ah, poor technique old man," Kelson said, "You of
all people should know that it takes alot more than that to
stop me."
And then Giles remembered where he knew Kelson from.
And that thought made him shudder with horror.
Buffy and Angel hadn't walked for long
when they came to the entrance of the tunnel. There was a
big steel door, but it was locked. Because it was made
of heavy steel, Buffy nor Angel could kick it open.
They tried together to open it, but nothing they tried worked.
They sat down against the door, exhausted, and
thought of ways to get the door open. Each thing they thought
of involved the use of soemthing they didn't have, or something
that would have brought one or both of them death. they were at
the end of their ropes.
Buffy was remembering a dream she had a long time
ago. It seemed strange to her that she would remember a dream
that had not been to clear to her the night she had it. And then
it hit her. She knew where she was and how to get out of here.