"How can you ruin boots if they are already dead?" he laughed. Buffy gave him a strange look.
"Was that your attempt at a joke?" she asked, a horrified look plastered on her face.
"It was funny wasn’t it?"
"Maybe if you’ve been dead for almost three hundred years! Man, your comical taste has been dormant so long that it is painfully un-funny!"
Angel frowned. "Ouch. If my heart was beating that would have stopped it. Man, Buffy that hurts. Telling jokes gets my blood pumping." He started to laugh again. Buffy closed her eyes, and shook her head in shame.
"Dear lord, please make him stop. I want to live a long time. But if he keeps telling these jokes I may have to commit suicide."
Angel’s smile disappeared. "It’s dark outside. Why don’t we just crawl out of the sewers, and walk outside?" She nodded.
"Sounds like a plan, Joke-Boy," she quipped as she climbed up out of the sewer. Angel rolled his eyes as he followed suit.
"It’s a nice night out," he observed. Buffy nodded. She loved this park. A nice-looking man walked towards them.
"Can I just say you are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen up close."
Buffy smiled. "Thank you," she said politely. Angel’s hand clenched into a fist. After the man had walked away, Buffy gave Angel a big grin. "Wasn’t he just the nicest guy?" she continued walking.
Angel stayed a couple feet behind. "Yeah, real nice," he jealously mumbled.
Chapter 4
"Well, here is our returning champion," Xander mocked. Angel gave Xander a hateful glare and Buffy smirked.
"You do get called that a lot, Mr. Champion-guy," Buffy confirmed. "I thought it used to be the vampire with a soul."
Angel cast his eyes down.
"Yeah, well now it’s champion of justice."
"What am I? The Slayer of justice? Why can’t you just be called what you are? I miss that. You seem so different. Like you are trying to be someone you’re not."
Angel shrugged and left the room. Cordelia wandered in and slightly smiled at Buffy.
"So you’re a higher power now?" Buffy questioned.
Cordelia smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I guess they were right when they said good things happen to good people." Buffy’s lip slightly quivered. Where were her rewards? She was good. But ever since she had gotten into the saving lives business, she had experienced nothing but defeat.
"They made you into a higher power for not being corrupted by your powers?"
Cordelia nodded. "Yeah."
"And exactly how long have you had them?"
"You’re just jealous that I have everything I’ve ever wanted and you have nothing." Cordelia screamed. Buffy moved closer to Cordelia. Her breath hot on Cordelia’s face. Cordelia nervously backed away.
"No. I’m just upset that you have everything that I deserve, and I have nothing."
"I don’t feel sorry for you Buffy. You have had it easier than a lot of us. I mean Doyle died, our office blew up. Angel fired us, and went all crazy. " A tear slowly ran down Buffy’s cheek. Her face began to angrily flush.
"Easier?" she exclaimed. "If easier is watching the love of your life walk away from you and tell you he doesn’t want you, or finding out your sister is fake. And that she is just a key that a fucking hell god wants to use to destroy the world! Or dying and coming back from Heaven! Or holding your dead mother in your arms and knowing nothing was ever going to be the same. If easier is all those things, then please give me the prize for having the most easy fucking life! I’ve earned it." She began to do exactly what she didn’t want to do. She began to cry.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t know," Cordelia softly said. Buffy ran out of the hotel and towards her car. Spike called her name.
"What’s the matter, luv?"
Buffy turned a tear stained face back to look at Spike. "I let Saint Cordelia make me feel like less than a human being." Spike threw his cigarette down.
"She’s an evil bitch, isn’t she? Make a great vampire. I wouldn’t worry too much, luv. She’s just jealous of you."
"Why would she ever be jealous of me? She’s Saint Cordelia, with the perfect life, and Angel." She spread her arms wide and gestured to herself. "Look at me! I have nothing."
"You have what she’ll never have." Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"What?" She asked, interested in what would make her desirable in anyway.
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