A/N: This is a small fluff-y Buffy (hey that rhymed!) fic that I did last
night. If it really stinks, please warn me before I post it anywhere else
I couldn't believe it when I'd heard he went to LA. I loved him and he went
there. The one place that even a vampire could feel wanted. And I hated
him for it. It made me wish I had staked him when I had the chance.
But then I remember the happiness, all the pain he endured for me. He
thought I didn't see the burn mark on his chest. I know it's from me, I
left it there from my cross necklace.
A stick cracks off in the woods somewhere and I look up lazily. What do the
Baddies matter? Only Angel...
I looked back at the grass in front of me, and twirled a little piece
between my fingers. My legs were crossed Indian style and a foot ahead, a
chunk of rock that somehow kept me coming back. Upon it were the words "She
saved the world a lot".
Right, I was a hero. So why couldn't I stop thinking about Angel? The
feeling of his lips on mine was just a memory now, but I strong clear one.
Willow told me once I was talking to him in my sleep; I suppose I was
dreaming of his kiss.
Even now, I could feel him right beside me, his strong shoulder leaning
against mine, his mouth whispering in my ear.
I was a fool
I was amazed that I could still hear him; still remember his soft smooth
voice. And it sent chills through my body. I shivered. In my mind a pair of
arms circled my body and kept me warm.
"What strong arms you have..." I muttered.
All the better to hold you with
His voice was clearer now, less of a memory. I closed my eyes and sighed.
Now I was safe, back in his arms. His chest rose and fell steadily and I
leaned my hand against where his heart should be.
For a second I opened my eyes to seek out his face, but there was no one
there. My body was braced against air. My Angel wasn't there.
I shifted my legs around after the shock passed and stood up. As I looked
down at my spot on the grass I swore I heard him again.
Just a damn fool