Combined Creativity!!!!: Chapter 1 - By Racoon
by Racoon
Combined Creativity

The music was deafening as she stumbled out from the bathroom of the Bronze. She found it hard to walk properly as she made her way to the bar for yet another drink. The man she had been talking to before she had rushed to the bathroom was still sat there – waiting for her. She rolled her eyes, and then fell onto the stool beside him. He greeted her with another shot glass full of some concoction. She took it and downed it in one go. He watched as she recoiled at the taste of it, and gave a smile.

“So, what did you say your name was again?” he questioned.

She wondered if she should be worried that he had practically been stalking her all night, then stopped because her head hurt. “Buffy”, she replied in a slurred voice.

“Well…Buffy.” He put his arm around her and she fell into his grip. “What do you say to getting out of here to a more…private place?”

She looked at him disgusted and drunkenly pushed herself out of his grip. “No offence but I really don’t think so, I mean you’re just not my type.” Then she felt herself being hauled up off her stool. She spun round flailing her arms to beat off whoever had disturbed the not-so-great conversation she had been having.

When she saw it was a not-so-impressed Angel she grinned cheekily and gave a feeble push. “Hey, what brings you to this side of the Bronze?” She chuckled to herself as the alcohol hit her head.

“Actually I was looking for you.” He grabbed her arm and headed towards the exit with her. The man she had been talking to quickly paid for their drinks and headed after them shouting drunken abuse at Angel. She tried to free her grip, but failed miserably. He let her go when they stepped out into the alley.

“Do you mind?” She said as she stumbled with the release of his grip. “I was actually having fun in there in case you hadn’t noticed!”

“I hardly call that fun – throwing yourself all over a guy you hardly know!”

“I do know him…or I know his name…” She wracked her brain trying to think of the name, putting her head in her hand. She leant against the alley wall to steady herself, realising that lowering her head had been a bad idea.

He closed in on her. “What are you doing here anyway?” She was about to answer when the man came out flailing himself at Angel. Angel blocked his weak punches and suggested that he found some other girl to take advantage of. The man walked away, shaking his head whilst mumbling something about Angel. Angel chose not to retaliate.

He turned back to Buffy, who was finding it hard to focus on his gaze. She pouted, hoping it would win him over but she had no luck.

“Why can’t I be here? I’m the Slayer, I can handle myself!” She said frustrated that he was treating her like a child. She went to push passed him and headed down the alley.

“Where are you going?” He sighed, rolling his eyes.

She stopped in her step and cocked her head answering, “Home, to hopefully get some sleep.” She continued slowly down the alley, wandering from left to right as her gaze wandered around the ground.

He only had to walk to catch her up. She tried walking faster but it only caused her to trip over. He caught her and propped her up against the wall. She slumped a little, feeling helpless, letting her head loll forwards.

“You can’t go back like this.” He told her.

She brought her head up to glare at him. “And why not?” She asked tiredly.

“Well…” he began. “I don’t think your mom would appreciate her daughter walking back in drunk.” He flung her arm around his neck and held her waist, leading her down the alley. “And quite frankly I don’t fancy facing the wrath of your mom when she sees me dropping you off at your doorstep in the state you’re in.” He continued.

She gave a smile, knowing he was right. The thought of having her mom wailing on Angel was quite amusing though. She gave in to Angel’s grasp and flopped her head onto his shoulder. He took in the sweet smell of her hair as it whipped his face in the cool breeze. Both were silent as they walked to Angel’s mansion.


When they had made it down the steps to the mansion angel sat Buffy down next to the fire. She was too numb to shiver but Angel had noticed that her skin was cold. She flopped down and leant her throbbing head against the wall, letting the heat from the fire warm her. He disappeared into the back room and brought her a glass of water.

“Thanks.” She said taking a slow sip from the glass.

He lowered himself to sit against the wall next to her. She chose not to look at him, and stared at the floor instead. He looked at her troubled expression and broke the silence.

“What’s wrong, Buffy?”

She met his gaze with and put on a smile. “Why would anything be wrong? It’s just an average day in Buffy world.”

“Right, ‘cause getting drunk alone is something you do every night.”

She raised her eyebrows cockily and replied. “Actually, the past couple of days I have found myself…” Angel cut her off.

“What are you hiding?” He looked at her confused.
She took a deep breath, putting her glass down on the floor. She knelt up saying sarcastically “What would a girl like me be hiding?” She moved onto his lap putting her arms around his neck. She came close to him and whispered, “You tell me.” He removed her arms from around his neck, and looked at her with a serious gaze.

She sighed, leaning back slightly. “Honestly, nothing is wrong! I just got a little carried away at the bar.” She looked up at him devilishly, and slid closer to him. “In fact…” She moved her hand under his shirt and felt his cool skin. “Things couldn’t be more right.”

He found it hard to resist her warm touch, but it didn’t feel right. He held her at arms length and said. “And you couldn’t be more drunk.” She pouted, removing herself from him.

“Ok Mr. I’m-to-broody-to-have-fun.” He looked offended at her comment and chose not to look at her. She rolled her head in frustration, “Look, I told you before, I can handle myself okay!” And with that he grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. She gave a small shriek of shock.

“You call this handling yourself?” He held her still.

She looked up to the ceiling, and answered, “Yeah”, in a small voice.

“I’m serious Buffy. I mean what if I was someone trying to kill you right now?”

She looked directly at him and said; “Go ahead” in a serious tone. He looked at her confused. “Go on, kill me. I’m asking you to.” He didn’t speak. “Come on, give it your best.” She prompted cockily. Then she looked away. “Everyone seems to want to see me dead anyway. I guess that’s what you get for being the slayer though, right? So go ahead, kill me.” She turned her gaze back to him, and waited for him to give some response.

He shook his head and let her go. “No.” He got up to walk away.

“Oh right! I forgot you were so damn perfect.” She mocked as she came to stand tall.

With that he whirled on his heel and brought himself so he was face to face with her. “I’m not perfect, Buffy, and never will be! Why are you acting like this?”

She opened her mouth to give him a cocky answer but found that she couldn’t answer his question……..

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