*Beating me down, down into the ground. Falling away from me!
Beating me down, down into the ground.*
KoRn, "Falling Away from Me"
Angel had fallen asleep in his chair, a book draped over his lap. He tossed fitfully, troubled by nightmarish images. Buffy's lovely face twisted into something demonic as blood dripped from her gleaming fangs. Buffy smiling at him as she taunted him into attacking her. Buffy smiling shyly at him as she lightly brushed her lips against his.
He smiled. The dream was so realistic that he could feel her lips against his. He leaned forward and let her deepen the kiss, giving her the temporary control that she wanted. Then he opened his eyes to find Buffy really there. She stopped kissing him, but she didn't back away.
He leapt out of his chair and furiously wiped his mouth off. She laughed and said, "Well, it never seemed to bother you before when we kissed."
He sneered, "Well things were different."
She said, "Like you have any room to talk."
"I'm different from you, I have a soul," he spat, telling himself these things over and over. It might look like Buffy, but it wasn't. The thing was that his body wouldn't listen to his mind.
She approached him, lightly caressing his chest. He backed away, right into the wall. She said, "Come on Angel, don't deny what you are, who you are. Don't run from me."
"I don't run from anyone," he hissed.
She shrugged and replied, "Looks like you're running from me."
He glared at her, letting his anger rise. Don't think of her as Buffy, he told himself. This was the thing that sent him to Hell, that had ripped out his heart when he was vulnerable and open three times in a row, who had not explained her actions when he had. The evil in Buffy, not Buffy. He said, "I will kill you."
"You couldn't last time," she replied sweetly. She was right, he had her pinned, could have staked her but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he flung Holy water in her face.
He replied, "Well, I recover quickly."
She looked around his basement dwelling, at all the weapons that he had stored, and at the kitchen. She said, "No, you don't Cryptic Guy."
The title was so familiar that Angel, for one moment, had forgotten who they were. Not vampire and vampire, and not Slayer and vampire, just Buffy and Angel, two people who loved each other so much that it was beyond sweetness and beyond pain. He blocked away the memories and fiercely reminded himself that Buffy was dead, and what was standing before him was a demon.
She smiled and said, "You don't know what to think, I *am* Buffy. Look at me." He looked away from her and to his library. He felt and heard her move closer to him. Her strong fingers took hold of his face and forcefully turned his face to her. The thing was, that vampires didn't feel cold to each other, it accualy felt like Buffy caressing his cheek.
She whispered, "Feel me. I am Buffy, just improved."
"No . . ." he managed as she moved even closer to him. They were almost touching, and Angel was losing control. She stood on her tip toes, almost on level with his mouth. She was such a little thing, her head only barely coming up to his shoulders. She was so delicate looking.
He moved his head down toward hers. Then she kissed him. He held her up so that he wasn't so hunched over and that she wasn't straining up anymore. She held him tightly, and so did he. Just clinging to each other and kissing. Then he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders, stinging and drawing blood. She dug deeper with her nails as she continued to kiss him.
Angel suddenly remembered who he was, and *what* she was. He pushed her away. She smiled up at him and showed him her bloody finger tips. She said, "Quit being a baby, I won't hurt you." Then her smile became wicked as she amended, "Not much, but I promise that you'll like it."
"Stay away from me!" he growled, launching at her. He wrapped his hand around her neck and slammed her into the wall. She looked absolutely helpless in that moment, her green eyes widened even more, her mouth was in a silent cry of panic.
For a moment, it was Buffy. He dropped her and gently touched where he had almost crushed her windpipe. "Oh, god, Buffy . . ." he murmured, not knowing how to apologize to her.
She wrapped her slender arms around him and pressed herself close. She said, "It's okay Angel, it's not your fault."
he thought. But, somehow, he couldn't. He laid his head to rest on top of hers, inhaling her scent. He froze when he smelled fresh blood on her. He started to pull away, but, using her inhuman strength, and catching him off guard, she slammed him down to the floor.
She strattled him, holding his arms to the ground with surprising strength. She was stronger now, when she was human, she couldn't be pulled this off. He laid there still, seeing what she would do.
She said, "Angel, tell me what you want. Anything." With that, she bent closer, lightly kissing his face. She whispered in his ear, "Anything my love."
"Go to hell," he spat as he shoved her off of him. He still didn't get up, and neither did she. They sat on the wooden floor and stared each other in the eyes. It was a lot like when he had reverted, except, he didn't bring on her transformation. The thing was, he was still attracted to her. Very much so.
She gracefully rose up and said, "Well, that's all for now. But, I'll be back." Then she sauntered out of the apartment.
Angel slumped to the ground and frowned. He sensed Doyle come in and opened his eyes to see the halfling standing above him. Doyle swallowed and nervously said, "Buffy was here."
Angel nodded, purposely banging his head on the wooden floor. He covered his eyes with his hands and replied, "Yeah, she was."
"Um, did you two get umm, *fleshy* by any chance did you?" Doyle nervously asked.
Angel glared up at him from where he was lying down on the floor. He snarled, "No, I didn't. If we did, you would be dead where you stand." he thought.
He gracefully rose up. Doyle asked, "So what happened?"
Angel stared at an axe hung on the wall and answered, "She tried, I refused."
Doyle said, "And, she didn't like that."
Angel nodded and replied, "Right. She also told me that she will be back, so watch yourself, and tell Cordy to do the same."
Doyle nodded and said, "I always do."
Angel studied the ax absently as he replied, "I know, and you're not combat ready."
Doyle cracked a grin and replied, "And I don't think I'll ever be."
Angel turned to him and looked at him, not knowing what to say.
Angel waited for Buffy to come the next night. And just as he knew she would, she entered his apartment like she owned it. Angel looked up at her and said, "Hi."
She smiled and said, "Good greeting. I've heard about you, this avenging Angel protecting the mortals, causing a stir for everybody else."
Angel said, "That's me. Just a big monkey wrench in the underworld of Los Angeles. If you see a representative from Wolfram and Hart, tell them I said ‘Hello'."
Buffy laughed, "When did you get a sense of humor?"
He shrugged. He had recently called himself the pope to Kate. He answered, "I'm not sure."
She chuckled again as she moved closer to him. He asked, "So, what's the torment tonight?"
She smiled and asked, "Who said anything about torment?"
She glided up to him. He smiled, letting her think that she had won. She asked, "So, you're just giving up easily then?"
He smiled again and grabbed her, slamming her into the ground. She rose up on her elbow and eyed him. She snarled, "Willow and Xander are still in Sunnydale. Who knows what they're doing right now."
Angel froze, he stared down at her. He backed away and mumered, "You wouldn't . . ."
"I would too," she replied as she ran out the apartment.
Angel sank down in his chair and took a wooden steak in his hands. He twirled it in his palms, thinking about her. What was he going to do?
Doyle entered the apartment. He asked, "What do we do know, boil?"
Angel looked up at him and answered, "We go back to Sunnydale."
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