Part Two
"You look a little hungry. How about I buy you dinner someplace."
She stood there considering momentarily. Then her brow furrowed and she stepped up to him. Looking up into his eyes she smiled.
"You'd like that wouldn't you. You'd like me to seem helpless and weak. Well you know what? I don't need you. I don't need you and I don't need anybody else either. All I need is me." She said angrily.
Then she turned and ran out of the graveyard to her apartment.
Racing up the stairs she flung open her door and threw herself on the bed. The rational part of her mind started screaming at her that she was stupid to give up a free meal. 'You haven't eaten in three days, all the fruit and soup expired weeks ago.' She said to herself.
"But I don't think I can talk to him anymore."
Two days passed and she ran out of food totally. The hunger pains were getting worse and she had no money whatsoever. Weak and disoriented she went to hunt in the graveyard. The world spun dizzyingly as she searched for any sign of a vampire. Not that in her state of confusion she would know if one walked in front of her.
Another step and her world turned upside down. One more and there was darkness.
"Willow?" A voice called.
She didn't want to open her eyes. Her stomach hurt and she felt to weak to move. The voice called again. She smiled as she thought of who must be calling her.
"Oz." She asked.
"No, it's Angel." The voice said.
Her eyes flew open then shut as the light hit them.
"Angel?"
"Yes. How do you feel?"
"What the Hell do you want?"
"I found you half dead in the middle of the graveyard."
"You should have let me die." She said half to herself.
"What?"
"Nothing." She said slowly opening her eyes.
"What happened out there?"
"I fainted. Now I wish I had died." She said frowning.
"Why?"
"I have nothing to live for. Why don't you just go away and leave me alone?" She cried suddenly raking her nails across his cheek leaving three long scratches.
He jerked back and stood up holding his cheek.
"I would, but I live here." He told her.
Willow rolled over on the couch and pressed her face against the back of it.
"Are you hungry?"
She just sniffed.
"I'm going to go out and get you something to eat. Stay here. If I come back and you're not here I'll find you and bring you back." He said.
She heard him shut the door and looked up. She was in his old apartment. 'I guess he kept it and didn't sell it' She thought looking around. Curious she threw the covers off and rolled off the couch. Her head spun, but after a moment things calmed. Carefully she climbed to her feet and started to explore. Everything seemed as it had been before when she had been in here. She had only come here once, with Buffy.
Slowly she made her way to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. 'Blood bags.' Head spinning she went back to the couch and lay down again. She wished she knew what he wanted. No one else cared for her why should he. These were her last thoughts as she slipped into blessed darkness.
Angel came back to his apartment and found Willow asleep. 'Poor girl' He thought kneeling beside her with the fast food he'd picked up beside her. Not the most healthy stuff but all he could get at that time of night. She moved as he touched her forehead and her eyes opened.
"Angel." She said accusingly.
"Yeah it's me." He said.
Her silence hurt him. What could have happened to do this to her?
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
She didn't respond.
"I'm tired and am going to bed. If you want to eat do."
When he was gone and had shut the door to his bedroom she looked at the bag beside her. Burger King. How quaint. She thought for a moment. Then tore open the bag and pulled out a cheeseburger. Nearly stuffing the entire thing in her mouth she ate. In the morning Angel found shreds of the bag and wrapper lying all over the place.
Willow stayed with Angel for two days. She rarely spoke to him and never made eye contact. Every night she did the same thing, watched TV and slept and ate. Angel would watch fascinated as she entire bags of chips and still have room for more.
One night he went out for some more food and came back to find her on the kitchen floor in a pool of her own blood. Her wrists were slit and she looked dead.
Quickly he bandaged her wrists and lifted her into his arms. She moaned and struggled faintly, but gave up after a moment. Gently he lay her on his bed and inspected her wounds. The cuts weren't very deep and would probably not have killed her. There really wasn't to much blood. His anger grew as she regained consciousness.
"Am I dead?" She asked weakly.
"No, but you could have been." He growled.
"I wanted to die." She cried as loud as she could without screaming.
"Why? Why are you so intent on killing yourself?"
"Because I have no friends and no family. No one cares for me or ever will care for me. I have nothing to live for." She shouted.
"That's not true . . ."
"Oh isn't it though. Everyone I love is either dead or across the country."
"There is someone who cares about you."
"Who? Name one person."
"Me."
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