I don't own anything related to the show, except my stories and stuff. Don't sue cause all you'll get is my stereo, and a few notbooks. This was written last summer before the start of the third season, before we knew where Buffy went on that bus. Feedback please. Cause if you don't tell me if it sucks, I can't make it any better. Well on with the fic...
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Most people would have thought it a strange sight, one lone girl standing in the middle of a wheat field. Her blonde hair blowing around her, her once beautiful blue eyes have lost the sparkle of life they used to have and are cold and hard, and her ever expressive face shows no emotion at all, as she stares silently up at the moon. Her mind silently berating her, as it had been since she left Sunnydale, calling her weak and a coward for leaving her friends, calling her a traitor to her love, and worst of all a deserter for running from her duty. Buffy knew she was driving herself insane with all of the pain and guilt, and she welcomed it, at least that would be a kind of escape from a life that had spun completely out of control, and the responsibilities she couldn't handle anymore. Suddenly a thought struck her and she almost smiled, almost. What Angelus couldn't accomplish before she was doing herself now. Angel. What was that line from Romeo and Juliet "My only love, sprung from my only hate. To early seen unknown, and known too late." Now she did smile at that thought as she whispered to herself "Now that is definitely an accurate comparison. Star- crossed lovers, Vampire and slayer, how much more star-crossed could you possibly get." She knew she would have to go back soon, if for no other reason than to keep the vampires and other nasties in check. She already had her bus ticket in her pocket, it left in another six hours. Just six hours until she would head back to the place she had been running from for two and a half months. Deep down she knew it wasn't the place she had run from, it was the fear, the pain, the pitying looks she knew all to well from her friends and her watcher. But in the end it didn't really matter, she was the slayer and she had to go back. No matter what else happened she would always be the slayer, it was her destiny, it was also evidently her destiny to be alone. She guessed it would always be that way since he was gone. He had been her saving grace, her hope, her other half, her soul-mate if you will. And when she had been forced to chose duty over love it had killed a part of her soul. Buffy Summers had all but curled up and died that morning until she had pushed the pain down in her mind, it was still there and it hurt, allot, but it didn't threaten to overwhelm her every time she thought about it, and she had run. Now knowing that she was going back very soon she let it all come to the surface for just a few moments, and she screamed. The scream communicated all of the pain, anger, fear, and guilt she felt, and it was a truly terrifying sound that could be heard for miles around. It was the scream of someone who was drowning in her own personal Hell. For a full minute after it was over no birds sang, no wind blew, it was as if nature itself held its breath in fear of this small lonely lost little girl. Then she stopped and the pain was pushed back down and her eyes became cold, her face expressionless and she quietly turned and walked back to the bus station to wait for her bus.
Somewhere far away in a place that is terrible beyond imagination someone else heard her scream and watched the pain burn in her eyes, they made him watch her sometimes, though he didn't know it was real because they constantly showed him scenes of her death or of her losing her mind or with another man, anything they knew would cause him pain. And it did, never in his two-hundred-forty-odd years had Angel felt this much pain, not even when his soul had been restored the first time. But he wasn't the only one in this terrible place that was watching and listening. One severely fashion impaired demon, called Whistler, actually flinched as he watched. He shook his head and muttered "Poor kid, I guess fate really is as cruel as they say. Well either that or they just like to see what happens when you take away the one thing someone can't live without and then force them to destroy it." But there was nothing he, or anyone else could do to change it now and no way anyone could help either of them...yet anyway.
Meanwhile the Hell both were in continued. Buffy and Angel, slayer and vampire. The very definition of star-crossed, unable to have the one thing they want more than anything. Each other.
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