Life
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,162
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Life
Title: Life
Author : VampireLover
Authors Notes : This is my first fanfiction, i hope you like it for somebody unexperienced. It is a sequel, as she has a couple of years.
Legal Info: No characters are mine only the great Joss owns them
The night was cold, frost appearing on the surface of cars and windows, light snow falling from the sky settling on anything in it’s way from reaching the ground.
Buffy trailed down the street towards her house, after the first they had moved to L.A, they couldn’t exactly live in Sunnydale anymore as it is a massive hole in the ground. In her right hand she turned her staked over her manicured fingers.
The other hand playing with her jet-black coloured hair, she needed to be different, not look the same, as it reminded her too much of her past life. She had dyed in and was going to change it back after a week if she didn’t like it.
Releasing a small yawn her gaze drifted to the black sky then suddenly to an approaching figure. The grasp tightened around the pointy piece of wood, holding it beside her head ready to attack.
The moon hit the figure and it was only an approaching ‘Angel’.
“Hey Buffy” Angel simply said, not aware that he got her prepared.
“Angel?” She quirked a brow, not bothering to stop, she carried on down the street.
“Wait! Buffy” He followed close behind on her heels, back the way that he had just come.
“What?” Buffy snapped turning quickly to look back to him, a frown on her face.
“You can’t keep doing this…”
“…I can do whatever I like—I love him Angel. I loved him more than you and Riley—No Offence,” She complained.
He did look offended; taking a step back a frown appeared upon his features. “If that’s the case then I will see you later” With that he turned on his heel and strode down the street.
She lifted her hand and gave a pathetic wave, “Eh—Bye?” She turned and carried on the direction she was going, her speed quickening till she reached her house. Making her way up the porch she took a seat on the steps.
Looking in the direction of the bushes at the front of the garden, they were moving very slightly, but she could see something in them.
She stood and walked over, prodding the leaves with her foot. She jumped as a large tabby jumped from the plant. She rolled her eyes at her stupidity and turned to go back up to the house.
The cat transformed into a human/demon. It looked like Riley but had a mixture of Angel and Spike, maybe a bit of Parker to. It was silent, ever so silent. Buffy didn’t notice.
She reached the door, but suddenly stopped as the demon shoved a poisoned dagger into her underarm, his hand moving over her mouth as he muffled a scream. She grew weak in his arms; once he was certain she was gone he dropped her, onto the hard surface of the concrete, lying limp. Florescent red coloured blood appearing at her wound.
The man turned and made his way down the street towards an abandoned house, knocking several times on the door he then entered.
[First one, Reviews Please, TBC]
Author : VampireLover
Authors Notes : This is my first fanfiction, i hope you like it for somebody unexperienced. It is a sequel, as she has a couple of years.
Legal Info: No characters are mine only the great Joss owns them
The night was cold, frost appearing on the surface of cars and windows, light snow falling from the sky settling on anything in it’s way from reaching the ground.
Buffy trailed down the street towards her house, after the first they had moved to L.A, they couldn’t exactly live in Sunnydale anymore as it is a massive hole in the ground. In her right hand she turned her staked over her manicured fingers.
The other hand playing with her jet-black coloured hair, she needed to be different, not look the same, as it reminded her too much of her past life. She had dyed in and was going to change it back after a week if she didn’t like it.
Releasing a small yawn her gaze drifted to the black sky then suddenly to an approaching figure. The grasp tightened around the pointy piece of wood, holding it beside her head ready to attack.
The moon hit the figure and it was only an approaching ‘Angel’.
“Hey Buffy” Angel simply said, not aware that he got her prepared.
“Angel?” She quirked a brow, not bothering to stop, she carried on down the street.
“Wait! Buffy” He followed close behind on her heels, back the way that he had just come.
“What?” Buffy snapped turning quickly to look back to him, a frown on her face.
“You can’t keep doing this…”
“…I can do whatever I like—I love him Angel. I loved him more than you and Riley—No Offence,” She complained.
He did look offended; taking a step back a frown appeared upon his features. “If that’s the case then I will see you later” With that he turned on his heel and strode down the street.
She lifted her hand and gave a pathetic wave, “Eh—Bye?” She turned and carried on the direction she was going, her speed quickening till she reached her house. Making her way up the porch she took a seat on the steps.
Looking in the direction of the bushes at the front of the garden, they were moving very slightly, but she could see something in them.
She stood and walked over, prodding the leaves with her foot. She jumped as a large tabby jumped from the plant. She rolled her eyes at her stupidity and turned to go back up to the house.
The cat transformed into a human/demon. It looked like Riley but had a mixture of Angel and Spike, maybe a bit of Parker to. It was silent, ever so silent. Buffy didn’t notice.
She reached the door, but suddenly stopped as the demon shoved a poisoned dagger into her underarm, his hand moving over her mouth as he muffled a scream. She grew weak in his arms; once he was certain she was gone he dropped her, onto the hard surface of the concrete, lying limp. Florescent red coloured blood appearing at her wound.
The man turned and made his way down the street towards an abandoned house, knocking several times on the door he then entered.
[First one, Reviews Please, TBC]