Chapter 4 - The Painful Process of Moving On
“So you were going to tell me when, exactly?” The three of them were standing in Angel’s office, Buffy had finally collected from the shock and now another strong emotion was shooting from her eyes - rage. Spike opened his mouth, trying to sooth the furious blonde that stood in front of him.
“Buffy -”
“Say never and I’ll rip out your jugular,” she threatened, “I can’t believe this! Of all the places you could have been resurrected to…you come here…” And not to me, she thought. “You didn’t even think I was important enough to come see me?”
“I was trapped here, dammit! Don’t you think you were the first person I wanted to see?”
“But you’re not trapped now, right” she cried, fury broken down into her true emotions which were simply disappointment and betrayal, “Yet you choose to stay here? If I hadn’t come here, I still…How could you?”
“Buffy”
“Buffy”
The two vampires spoke at the same time and glared at each other.
Buffy heaved a tired sigh and ran a hand through her honey-blonde locks. “You know what, don’t bother explaining. I’m sick of it, the constant need for explanations. I’m through. Nothing has changed and I will do what I came here to do and then go back.”
“But Buffy…” The familiar English accent shook her through the core, but she had to be strong in this. It didn’t matter how hard the blow was, Spike has made up his mind by staying at Angel’s side and not returning to her. She really didn’t blame him, their relationship had been weird from day one. David was waiting for her. Her new life.
“No buts!´” She looked up and Spike’s icy blues met her hazel ones, “Don’t make this any harder, Spike. You chose this yourself. If it makes you happy, I have no reason for argue. It’s kind of a thing with me, huh? People are better off leaving?”
Her statement made Angel wince and the muscles in his jaw twitched, sheer willpower was the only thing stopping him from returning her remarks in the same blunt manner.
Buffy started to dig in her blue suede bag, taking out a small, royal blue jewellery box and putting it on Angel’s desk.
“I’m getting married next month” she spoke, avoiding their eyes by looking at the shaded window behind them, “I think I can love him, but to do that I have to give you up. All these years I wasted wondering if there was still a chance for us…That box contains everything that binds me to you, Angel. No more dreams.”
With that said, she turned and almost ran to the door desperate to get out. As she reached the handle, something inside her stopped her from just walking out. She slowly turned back to face them, both looking rather stunned.
“I‘m sorry. Truly.” She caught the eye of the blonde vampire, “I meant what I said that day, Spike. Just thought you should know. You will always have a place in my heart, both of you. I just can‘t wait forever. Unlike some people I am getting older. Better make the most of what I have left, huh?” She bit her lip. Had she gone to far, again?
“I-I’m sorry.”
Buffy stumbled out of Angel’s office, her head spinning. That conversation had been harder for her than she had let on and when she finally escaped it she found herself gasping for air. Truth had hit her first when she’d stepped out the door. Spike was back. She wasn’t sure what to do, what she could do. He had made his choice. She simply had to live with that.
Dawn would be ecstatic if she found out that Spike was back, Buffy thought, but then she realised something. Spike hadn’t just chosen not to see her, but everyone including her sister.
A sudden pain rose in her stomach and interrupted her line of thought. It grew fast and Buffy found herself bent double, headache shooting through her head. She tried to sooth it by gently rubbing her fingers at her temple but nothing helped.
To keep from falling, she reached one of the pillars in the lobby and leaned against it for support. What the hell was happening to her?
After that, everything became a blur, the last thing she saw was a familiar figure closing in. Then everything went black.
“Buffy?” Lizzie had pacing back and forth in the lobby, eyeing passing demons with a vicious grin enjoying how it made them all jump. The blonde behind the secretary desk had tried to tell her over and over again that she was ruining business, but Lizzie really didn’t see the downside in that plan. So, ruining business for an evil law firm? Too bad.
But when she saw Buffy striding out of the office just to collapse after a few feet, scaring demons was the last thing on her mind.
She rushed to her friends aid, trying to wake her up.
“Buffy? Buffy, what did they do to you?!” Lizzie shook Buffy’s shoulders, “Summers, this is so not funny.”
Buffy wasn’t kidding. The color left Lizzie’s face. She grabbed Buffy’s wrist to feel for a pulse and could breathe again when she felt a low beat pulsing against her fingers. “Oh, thank God.”
She was still alive. The question remaining was what to do next. Lizzie was at loss, she’d never been in L.A before so she didn’t know the closest ER. Hopelessness, a feeling no slayer enjoyed, started to spread in her chest.
“Um…everything okay?” Lizzie turned and saw a black, attractive young man standing behind her. Lizzie wasn’t normally the person to ask for help, especially not from complete strangers working at evil law firms. Well, that was the usual rule.
But this time Lizzie had to trust her instincts and by looking at the man she didn’t get the feeling he was a demon. So…
“N-No. I mean, she stumbled out and just fell…and I don’t know where to go!” Lizzie Matthews was, for like the second time in her 27 years of life, speechless.
Gunn swore under his breath when he saw the lifeless young woman lying on the floor. “Let’s take her to the hospital wing, doc is working 24/7.”
After Angel took over the L.A branch, Wolfram and Hart had found themselves in a more urgent need for a doctor, the final drop had been when one of their champions had gotten his hands cut off. These were things they didn’t want to get to the tabloid, kinda bad for business so W&H had simply hired a doctor to work on location.
Piece a cake.
The man gently wrapped his arms around the woman’s tiny frame and lift her off the floor, careful not to move her to fast.
“Let’s go.”
“Um” Lizzie said, feeling more like her old self, “this doctor of yours doesn’t happen to have anthers or any other demonical feature, right? ‘Cause in that case,” Lizzie nodded her head in Buffy’s direction, “I’m screwed.”
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