Pulling the plug: Prologue
by Lea
Prologue:
The city was a dark empty space, nothing like it was. New buildings and homes were being built. After three years everything was almost back to normal.
Her heart ached at the memory of him. After Angel and his friends saved the world, everything had changed.
They all decided to meet in Spain on Christmas Eve. Buffy smiled at the flashback. She had opened up that night to him, telling him all her secrets. What she had been doing. Angel had been supportive as she explained her life to him; he too, had told her everything that had happened in the five years they were apart. They had enjoyed each other’s company all week, staying inside talking about their journey’s, their new life together.
Sighing loudly Buffy slammed on the breaks, the car screeching to a halt at the red light.
*Then it happened*, she shivered, on New Years Eve of 2004 Spike turned human. She of course was happy for him, that he was able to lead a normal life, a human life, but the look in Angel’s eyes had cut her deeply. She couldn’t remember how long they stared at each other, but when she called his name he ran off, leaving her and his friends behind.
She searched for him, everyone searched for him, but he made sure he was scarce, not letting anyone find him. It was now, three years later.
The slayer frowned and looked in the mirror checking her face and hair, her cell phone rang in the background, and “Hello,” She greeted turning the car down 4th street.
“Hey Buffy,”
“Hey,” a smile formed her lips. “I am on my way, see you in a few minutes,” she chirped and hung up the phone grinning as she pulled up to the huge log house.
After gathering up her belonging’s she headed up the cement walkway. There were two flower beds on either side of the walkway with two angel statues at the end of the stairs; water pouring out of their hands. The slayer smiled at them and went up the stairs to the main door.
Buffy peered inside; only two candles flickered in the hallway, Buffy entered and took off her shoes.
“Do you like?”
Buffy turned sharply a half smile formed her lips, “They’re beautiful.” She whispered her hazel eyes gleaming with joy she opened the two grocery bags pulling out two flower pots she had bought that morning and placed them around the room. A usual feeling overcame her and she stiffened, her eyes locking with Spike’s.
“He’s here?’
Buffy watched Spike as he reached in his pocket pulling out a cigarette. He didn’t answer just nodded slightly and sat down on the leather couch.
“He’s up there, been up there all morning, he called me this morning asking me to bring him here,” he answered taking a large drag of his cigarette.
“Why?” She asked.
Spike shrugged his shoulders, “Not sure, he looks badly beaten though.”
Buffy grew angry and moved into the kitchen. Spike followed her laying his hand on her shoulder.
*****
Angel headed down the stairs, Buffy felt him instantly stiffening in Spike’s grasp. Buffy ignored Spike’s grumble and shifted her head to the side, her eyes meeting Angel’s dark orbs.
Angel’s eyes shifted to Spike’s grasp around her waist. Buffy sensed his jealousy not moving from her spot.
“Buffy.”
*****
There it was, her name, he always said her name so softly making her body tingle. “Angel,” She breathed. * God she hated how he made her feel.* “What are you doing here?” She asked harshly pulling out of Spike’s hold.
Spike knew it was his time to leave and leaned down kissing her on the head, “I need to pick up Faith. I’ll call you later.” He picked up his jacket and headed to the door glancing towards Angel.
“Call me when you need a lift mate,” he said opening the screen door.
“Thank you William,” Angel replied softly, Spike smiled and shut the door.
Angel stared intensely at Buffy as she unpacked her groceries. Buffy blushed at the way he was looking at her, taking a huge breath she sat down, her eyes finally meeting his gaze again.
*……..*Angel****
She is still as beautiful as I remember, even after two hundred and fifty years; I have never seen so much beauty. The way she looks at me now rips at my soul, will I ever be able to taste her again, feel her again. Will she ever forgive me for leaving her again? I can feel her pain, more than I want too.
*******
“What are you doing here?”
Angel cleared his throat and took a step toward her, she flinched and backed away,
“I…I…I heard you were getting married and I am here to stop it.”
Tbc…
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