BUFFY SUMMERS
Beloved Daughter and
Great Friend
THE CHOSEN ONE
1981-1998
It felt odd standing by her own grave. Starring down, knowing that she was dead for the second time, but not the last.
"Where've you been?" Angel came out of the shadows.
"Around. Went for a walk, something to eat."
"See anything good?"
"Couple. Had a taste of one. Didn't really like it."
"Don't worry. You'll be able to pick some really good ones soon."
Buffy looked at him, "Could you do me a favour?"
"Whatever it is, I'll do it," he replied.
"Really?" she looked at him with her coy smile.
"You know I would." He pulled her into his arms, "I love you Buffy."
"I love you too." He gave her a long passionate kiss and then they couldn't stop.
"We should go somewhere more private." Buffy said between kisses.
"Yeah," and they ran towards his apartment.
* * *
Buffy woke up beside him. It was almost dark. She got up and walked towards the windows. She wanted to know.
She opened the blinds a little and noticed the sun shone right on her and she didn't burn. Another difference.
It was like she was still human, but she couldn't live without blood and can go vamp when she felt like it.
She heard Angel moving and quickly walked away from the window.
"You're up early," he said.
"Guess I'm not used to the time difference yet."
"So what would you like to do today?" He pulled her into his arms and started to kiss her neck.
"I'd like to go shopping."
"Shopping? Why?"
She felt his hands roaming all over her body, "I need more clothes. I can't just wear the same thing everyday forever. I'd go insane."
"Shopping it is. I'll go with you to help you choose."
"No, it's okay. I'll go by myself. You'd probably get bored anyway."
"Okay then. Here's some cash. I'll meet you back here in three hours."
He had given her a stack of one hundred-dollar bills.
She put on her dress, his leather jacket and left. She was going to shop like she's never shopped before.
* * *
She came back with a lot of bags. She had spent over two thousand dollars.
When Angel saw all the bags, his mouth dropped opened.
"Hey, a girl needs clothes and accessories. I'm going to change into something other than this."
She came back in black pants with a black tank top. She wore a white jacket on top. That's when he noticed.
"Buffy, how did you manage to know what you look like with these clothes on without a mirror?"
"I have very good taste and a keen eye for sizes and what looks good on me. Even without a mirror, I could still see."
"Do you not notice what is around your neck?" Angel asked.
Buffy looked down, "What?" Then she saw it. Her cross.
"How can you wear that and not burn?" He grabbed her and pulled the necklace off by the chain. He threw it on the floor.
"I don't know. You're the bookish one in this relationship. You tell me." She had yelled at him.
"It seems as if you're hiding something from me. How will I get that information from you? Torture is always nice." He grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall, lifting her off the ground.
He then felt her pulse. It was beating. Faster and faster.
"I'm not like you, Angel. I don't fear crosses or sunlight. I even have a reflection. I don't know why though."
He let her down, "Don't worry. I'll find out." Angel wanted to know how this was possible. He kissed her once on the forehead and then left to get dressed.
When he came back, he grabbed her hand, "Come on. We're going to go visit a friend."
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