Evil Angelus 95
Total Dork
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy
The stake griped in her hand felt strange, as if she had no right to be holding it, as though it had chosen another Slayer. In any other situation, she would have felt like an outcast. Instead, she focused on the task before her.
Ducking underneath an oncoming fist, she kicked out with her leg, aiming for the vampire's knee. He instantly fell, and as he fell onto his back he never saw the stake coming down on his chest. Not bothering to watch him explode into dust, Buffy jumped as one of the other vampires swung a large branch at her. She dodged it, although her cold was still affecting anything that she did.
"Come on, you can do it. After all, you're only trying to hurt the poor defenseless Slayer!" She said, as the vampire swung the branch again. He missed the first time, but quickly brought the branch back around and finally made contact with her back.
Lying on the ground, she could see him smiling as he stood above her. The branch was raised above his head, his mind completely prepared to end her life. Closing her eyes, she waited for the feeling of the branch breaking her bones…
"Buffy!" She heard a familiar voice say, with the sound of someone being tackled to the ground. Quickly opening her eyes, and returning to her feet, Buffy raised her eyes long enough to see the vampire being hurled across an ancient tombstone by Angel. Grabbing the stake that had been thrown to the ground, she ran back into the action.
In front of her, Angel and the other vampire were locked in an almost one-sided fist fight. As Angel delivered another punch to his opponent's face, Buffy made her move and as the other vampire fell to the ground, she stabbed the stake directly into the demon's undead heart.
"Well, that worked out well." Angel said, burying his hands back into the pockets of his trench coat in a typical gesture.
"You could say that." Buffy replied, traversing the small distance that lay between the two of them. It had been only a few weeks since she had found him, in an almost animalistic state, and then, once he had saved her, he had fallen to his feet and clutched her as if she would be gone forever. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he had suffered through in Hell.
"You know, you really shouldn't be out. You still don't have all of your strength back."
"You're one to talk. Tell me, do you really think you can hide that cold from anyone?"
"I'm not hiding it from anyone. Just go back to the mansion and rest." Buffy retorted, turning on her heel and walking in between a pair of recently placed tombstones. She didn't stop to read the names engraved on them, guessing that she would recognize the names from somewhere.
She imagined him running after her, grabbing her, refusing to let her go any further without talking to him. She imagined that he had found a way to be completely human, a way to be with her.
And that moment never came. And the night was pitch black, the moon was rapidly fading, and the leaves crunched beneath her feet.
The stake griped in her hand felt strange, as if she had no right to be holding it, as though it had chosen another Slayer. In any other situation, she would have felt like an outcast. Instead, she focused on the task before her.
Ducking underneath an oncoming fist, she kicked out with her leg, aiming for the vampire's knee. He instantly fell, and as he fell onto his back he never saw the stake coming down on his chest. Not bothering to watch him explode into dust, Buffy jumped as one of the other vampires swung a large branch at her. She dodged it, although her cold was still affecting anything that she did.
"Come on, you can do it. After all, you're only trying to hurt the poor defenseless Slayer!" She said, as the vampire swung the branch again. He missed the first time, but quickly brought the branch back around and finally made contact with her back.
Lying on the ground, she could see him smiling as he stood above her. The branch was raised above his head, his mind completely prepared to end her life. Closing her eyes, she waited for the feeling of the branch breaking her bones…
"Buffy!" She heard a familiar voice say, with the sound of someone being tackled to the ground. Quickly opening her eyes, and returning to her feet, Buffy raised her eyes long enough to see the vampire being hurled across an ancient tombstone by Angel. Grabbing the stake that had been thrown to the ground, she ran back into the action.
In front of her, Angel and the other vampire were locked in an almost one-sided fist fight. As Angel delivered another punch to his opponent's face, Buffy made her move and as the other vampire fell to the ground, she stabbed the stake directly into the demon's undead heart.
"Well, that worked out well." Angel said, burying his hands back into the pockets of his trench coat in a typical gesture.
"You could say that." Buffy replied, traversing the small distance that lay between the two of them. It had been only a few weeks since she had found him, in an almost animalistic state, and then, once he had saved her, he had fallen to his feet and clutched her as if she would be gone forever. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he had suffered through in Hell.
"You know, you really shouldn't be out. You still don't have all of your strength back."
"You're one to talk. Tell me, do you really think you can hide that cold from anyone?"
"I'm not hiding it from anyone. Just go back to the mansion and rest." Buffy retorted, turning on her heel and walking in between a pair of recently placed tombstones. She didn't stop to read the names engraved on them, guessing that she would recognize the names from somewhere.
She imagined him running after her, grabbing her, refusing to let her go any further without talking to him. She imagined that he had found a way to be completely human, a way to be with her.
And that moment never came. And the night was pitch black, the moon was rapidly fading, and the leaves crunched beneath her feet.