Chapter 9
What an adrenaline rush that had been. Angelus was on his way home now, a bit sore but the rush still had him on a high. He hadn’t known before that cats were this popular in Willow’s neighborhood. About an hour earlier, he had started his nightly walk. He often did that, and was usually left alone. But not tonight. First, he had started stalking Buffy. Then she had encountered another cat, a male one. The poor guy had started with puffing up his chest and back, making him seem bigger than he actually was, and then started on some freaky moves to get Buffy’s attention. He got it, alright, but not the kind he had wanted. Buffy had kept a straight face during the whole ordeal, but he had seen her toes curl, a sure sign that she thought it was hilarious. Then, after a while, she couldn’t take any more of the highly comical for of torture the cat had subjected her to. Buffy had started laughing so hard, she had lost her balance when the cat tried to sing for her.
That was when it started to get out of line. The cat had been stupid enough to see that she was mocking him, and taken it as a good sign. He started to get up all close and personal, and then… Buffy had bitchslapped him! Or as near as a bitchslap can be when you’re a cat. But with claws and the whole package. Oh, yeah, Angelus had been very amused at that one. Buffy really was funny.
Not that he knew anything about it.
Nope, not a thing. She had managed to walk in the same direction as some mouse he had been lurking at. Yep.
Absolutely.
AND the show the cat put up for her was impossible NOT to watch. And the cat got a beating from him later on, simply because he annoyed him. Not because he wouldn’t stop following Buffy around.
So now, about an hour later, Angelus was turning his nose in the direction of Willow and Tara’s house, hoping to get some affection, preferably in hugs, cuddles and lots of sweets for his injuries. He had ended up in a alley with all male cats. It seemed like some sort of secret society or something, hormonal cats only. They had thought they meant something. AND they were talking of Buffy, wondering about the suddenly new neighbor. They had avoided talking to him as well. But the talk of Buffy had already been enough. He, Angelus, wanted to show them who was the boss around here. It had taken a while, but Angelus was now feared by every male cat in the neighborhood.
Angelus had walked inside with bloodied fur, and Buffy half-expected him to have his fangs out, bragging about a new kill. He hadn’t. Willow and Tara looked like they knew what was going on. They had showered him with hugs, chocolate and band-aids, even if those would sting to remove. He looked proud, like a cat who had just eaten one of the oh so cute goldfishes..
Buffy lay in her bed thinking about it. Why had he gotten himself in a fight? And with other cats? They were just no fun! Buffy had met this really weird one that evening. And singing? Oh, yeah, she’d had a blast just watching and listening to the cat. Poor thing didn’t know he made a fool of himself. And then he had gotten cheeky. So she had slapped him! And then the now stalkerish cat had started following her around. It was beginning to get creepy, but in a flash, he hadn’t been there anymore. ‘Oh well, he’d maybe had something better to do..’
Next morning:
Buffy’s POV
Angelus wouldn’t stop staring at me! When I, as usual, walked down to breakfast, his eyes were literally glued to me! I wonder why?
Anyway, we got that crappy cat food again, and I really must find another adjective to describe it, this one’s getting old..
But getting off topic here!
Angelus seemed obsessed with me. Why? I also felt a bit different. Kind of peachy, but in a good way, you know.. Oh.. you probably don’t.
So after breakfast I lied down by the fireplace, even though it was way too early for lighting a fire in it. What can I say? It’s my favorite spot! And Angelus came sauntering over to me, and just lay down beside me! That was completely out of behavior for him. He’s normally this cool guy. Normal Angelus wouldn’t show an ounce of affection against anybody as I know him.
Or maybe I don’t.
Willow had noticed this, and had taken me out in the gardens to talk to me. She too had found it freaky, but not after a couple of “awww’s” later, rewarded with my best icy stare. And Willow thought she’d found out the solution. To Angelus’ weirdness that was. It seems, after I got turned into this oh so lovely creature ‘insert sarcasm here’ she’d read up on cats an their main behaviors. Can you guessed what she said?
So right now, I’m in what was originally Angelus’ room. I cleverly locked myself inside with just a teensy bit of Willows help. I also brought along the automatic tin can opener that makes funny sounds every time you open a can. I also brought along some tin cans with (ugh..) cat food and (yay!) my private stash of mini marshmallows! I brought enough food to last a while. I also have a full bucket of water and a cat’s litter tray. Willow was even so kind she brought in Mr. Gordo. He’ll be able to keep me company.
It amusingly easy to get the automatic tin box opener to work, you just put your pawn, hand or tentacle, whatever on a button, then it starts! Me and Mr. Tin box opener is going to have a great deal of fun. (That’s the spirit! Keep the enthusiasm high there Buffy… Oh, what the heck..)
So I’m planning to stay here for a while. I can’t go outside either, because there’s loads of other male cats. You get the picture? So, here I am, opening tin cans. I’ve already eaten up my marshmallows, which is sad… plain sad..
End Buffys POV
There was that buzzing sound again. It was coming from the guestroom, which had belonged to Angelus until about half an hour ago. Now, Buffy was residing inside it. Willow had told him what was going on. Angelus didn’t know what to think. On one side, he didn’t want to get in THAT situation with Buffy, but then again, he also wanted it badly. Maybe it was the cat’s instinct in him. Separating the cat’s feeling from his was not always that easy.
‘bzzzzzz…’ came the sound again. How much tin can cat food could Buffy eat?
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