~ :: CHAPTER ONE :: ~
Buffy knew it now;
Angel bad. She’d have to kill him, and, as much as she didn’t
believe herself, she knew she would.
She leaned back against one of the gravestones and looked up at the
The one guy she’d ever really trusted turned psycho-vamp
on her the second it got serious. She’d
heard of bad break-ups.
“Slayer,” growled a dark voice. She turned to look at the peroxide-blonde vampire who stood
in front of her, but other than that did not move; the stake was already
in her hand. “I need a
“Oh, okay then.” She
sighed, dragging herself up off the grassy floor.
“Let’s go, blondie.” She
dusted herself off and raised the stake, standing ready to fight.
He frowned and tilted her head, making her feel out of the
loop of some huge joke. “Look,
I’m not here to kill you.” She
“Like you could.”
He narrowed his eyes and glared at her.
She shrugged and lowered the stake, standing up straight.
“I think we can help each other out.”
He said. She folded
her arms and watched him.
“Exactly how do you think you can help me, or I would want
to help you?” She rolled
her eyes as he began to speak.
“Recently, Dru’s been--”
“What do I care for her?”
She asked, scowling, hands on hips.
“Now, can we get to the part where I kick your ass?”
“What about Angel?”
He growled back, vomiting internally at the name.
“You still love him, right?”
She shifted feet, uncomfortably. “Just for your information, no I don’t.”
His brow lifted momentarily before shooting them back down
at the look on her face. “Look,
the way I see it is this; you need Angel and I need Dru, right?
Even if it’s just to kill them.”
She didn’t respond. “We
can help each other out. I
don’t kill you, and you don’t kill me.”
He watched her. He
could almost see the cogs turning in her brain.
“So, what do you think, Slayer?”
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