Pt. 1: Road Rage
Buffy bit her bottom lip nervously, as she sped down the desert road like a maniac, swerving every so often. It was a good thing that she was alone on the road, or she would have already put several people in the hospital. She made a mental note to herself to ease up once she neared L.A. She had agreed to meet Angel at the beach on the outskirts of the city. She wondered why Angel picked there, of all places. It would take her quite a while to get there, as she had to drive all the way through Los Angeles. Plus the beach wasn't exactly an Angel-y place. At least, not the Angel she remembered.
"Maybe he wants to me to be so tired I won't yell at him," she mused aloud. "Will I yell at him? With us, there's always the yelling, even though I don't..." she trailed off, sighing heavily. Dealing with Angel was always complicated. Why was she even doing this? Why? She did not need the inevitable pain that seeing Angel would bring, not now, not on top of everything else.
"I'm guessing that expression isn't because they were all out of fresh OJ at the deli."
Buffy shook her head, as if trying to shake the images out, the sounds and sights that had plagued her mind since her resurrection. Her will was resolved. This was why she was going to meet Angel. She needed answers. She had to know. ...Maybe there would be yelling, after all...
Angel swore under his breath as he nearly hit a car while trying to make a sharp swerve.
"Hey, asshole," the guy called out. "If you can't drive, get off the damn road!" Angel resisted the impulse to retort, biting his bottom lip. Ever since he'd heard the news about Buffy, he'd been on edge. He was snappish and had lost countless hours of sleep.
"What's your deal?" Cordelia had asked him. "She's alive! You're supposed to be happy. ...Or at least what passes for 'happy' when it's you. Angel, what's going on?" To this, Angel had no reply.
"Why don't'cha see her?" Fred had suggested in her quiet Texan drawl. "I mean, I don't know the whole story between the two o' ya, but maybe y'should see her. Maybe y'need t'see her. Maybe she needs t'see you." Angel had thought that that was an incredibly kind thing of Fred to suggest, considering the fact that she had a crush on him, and all.
"Yeah, do us all a favour," Cordelia had muttered under her breath. "See her, yell some, kiss some, come back and brood. Then things can go back to normal..."
"Cordy? Vampire hearing." But he'd acted on Fred's advice, which was why he was now driving worse than even Buffy...No, he amended silently. His driving skills had not gotten that bad. He glanced at his watch and swore again. Buffy would already be there by now. He cursed himself for taking that nap.
"But y'really should," Fred had said. "Y'don't wanna be all cranky when y'see her." So he'd taken a nap. And now he was late. That catapulted him into an even worse mood. As he neared the beach, he noticed a shiny red sports car rocket past him, preventing him from moving into the next lane.
"Damn it!" He said aloud. At this rate, he was never going to reach the beach. He honked his horn impatiently at the red car, who continued to maintain just enough of a lead so that he couldn't move very far. He heard the driver call out something to him, but the words were lost in the wind.
As he neared the beach, the car still would not let him pass, and he beeped his horn impatiently. "If you can't drive, get off the damn road!" He yelled. The driver of the car braked suddenly and turned around, and he nearly crashed.
Buffy jetted past an old black car, intent on getting to Angel. She'd had to make a stop along the way, to stop some vamps from feeding off a frail old woman. Then she'd had to kick the old woman's ass after the old woman had tried to feed off her. "Demons should really wear some sort of ID tag or something," she muttered, as the car behind her honked its horn. "Hey, I'm driving here!...Asshole."
Buffy heard the car horn honk again, and she heard the driver yelling at her, his words lost in the wind. She suddenly braked her car and turned to get out. Right now, she was one very pissed-off and on-edge Slayer, and she sincerely hoped that whoever was driving the car was a vampire or a demon or something. "Irony sucks," she muttered, as her eyes met with Angel's.
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