"Male Slayer"
After a few moments her teacher Mr. Abingdon came by and handed her a test. He looked at her with disappointment in his eyes. "You where doing so well Buffy. I hope you can still prove to me that you have changed for the better." He said whispering to her in a hushed voice so none of the other students could hear. Buffy looked down at her test and said nothing, but began working out the problems. She quickly became enriched in her test and finished it fairly fast. She was confident she had done well on it too. Still half the class were scratching there heads trying to figure everything else out. Now she could just sit, relax, and think.
Perfect. Her following class was her English Lit. class. She could sleep quite exquisitely and without any disturbance in there. Then she'd have a free period. She could eat, even maybe stop in on the library to see how everyone was doing.
Thinking about her school, her grades and her SAT's reminded her of how few weeks she had left of school left. Then she'd be out of this hell hole for good. She felt sadness when she realized she wouldn't ever be here everyday to practice...
She had wanted to go away to University, but she knew it would never do, the Hellmouth needed her here to keep it under control. So here she would have to stay.
Oh well, at least Willow and Oz would be there with her at the U of Sunnydale. And at least it would soon be summer vacation. She wouldn't have to worry about the Buffy who had to be in class on time, or the Buffy who had to do all her homework before she went to bed at night, or even the Buffy who had to study while Slaying. She could talk about normal things with her friends when they came Slaying with her. What ever normal things meant anymore. She had changed a lot since she had lived in L.A. Why had she been such a snobbish bitch? Two entire months of bliss, relaxation, and hearty fun.
Her mind wandered over the past few months. Back to her own little dream land. Angel coming back from hell. That had scared her so much. He had looked like the savage beast he had once been before he yet again regained his soul. It was only because of all the pain and torture he had to go through though. She never had had the guts to ask him how bad it was down there... Maybe it was time she should.
Her mind went to the time when she had seen a different type of Hell. She had went there to save Lily. She had, but it had been a place of no hope, time went faster there, one day on earth was equivalent to 100 years in Hell. Then you'd get dumped back out, thinking you where a nobody. She knew that all that she had been through, all she had fought in Hell where only a tiny minuscule portion of how bad the real Hell was. She went over it again and again trying to save the image, feel how Angel must have felt, but she just couldn't.
When he had came back, she had had to sustain him by chaining him up in the mansion. She couldn't even touch him without him becoming all Vampiric. He'd start snarling and pulling at the chains. If he hadn't been sustained, he would have for sure killed her on the spot. Later on, Buffy had been at the school, fighting one of Scott's friends, he had been loony, made himself the best man he could be. It had made him evil in the proses. She remembered how she'd been fighting him. He was chocking her, and she had been in a lot of trouble.
She would have died, but for some reason, Angel had showed up. Chains still around his wrists. He had some how gotten out of the mansion, out of being barricaded up in the same spot for so many days, and he had killed him. He strangled him with the chains. Put an abrupt end to his life, after Scott's friend had murdered his girlfriend out of jealousy and rage.
Angel had then looked at Buffy, his Vampiric looks changed some, and then he looked human altogether again. He saw her. She had been frozen on the spot. Fear and Longing all mixed into one, it inflamed into her vision. His chains dragged behind him as he drew nearer to her. In all of the time he had been back from Hell, he had never been able to speak, he had forgotten how. He looked at her, dropped to his knees in front of her, and put his face into her T-shirt, rapped his arms around her to hug her and whispered her name.
It has taken him many tries to get it out, he had to learn how to form his words all over again. Buffy had been terrified at that point. She had stood there like a stick, to scared to move. What had just happened?
Slowly her hand rested upon his shoulder, and somehow, she got him back to the mansion before the sun came up. She had lain him down, and got him to go so sleep. He had shaken so much, she'd stayed there the night, watching over him. He was so frightened, and you could tell he was having nightmares in his sleep. He had looked so lost and far far away then.
She woke up in a cold sweat as the bell rung loudly in her ears. It took her a few seconds to fully awaken and recover. When she had gotten up, everyone else had already left the class. A voice startled her out of silence.
"You know Buffy, you really should get more sleep at home. You seem to always be quite tired in my Bio. class. You can be grateful you now do your homework one daily basis, or you would still be failing this class."
"I-I'm sorry, I won't let it happen again. I've had... a difficult time here at Sunnydale to say the least. It's difficult to have any time to myself, let alone to actually sleep." She was so stunned she didn't even know what she was saying anything. She thought simply like a robot as she left the class. She didn't bother looking at the teacher when she reached the door of the class, just slung her book bag over her shoulder and casually headed back to the library.
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