Title: Hooker2 the chrysalis
Author: the mean kitten
Disclaimer: we own nothing, it's all Joss Whedon, UPN and mutant enemy; we just give the fans a dose of fan-fiction.
Notes: this is part four of four parts… (The end… and there'll be no more epilogues or sequels!)
the heart is always searching,
Can you ever find a home?
I've been looking for that someone;
I'll never make it on my own…"
August 24th, 2008
Salem Memorial Hospital
"Does it really hurt as much as it looks?" Angel asked as he held Buffy's hands through the process of dialysis. "I mean, the fustula-thing seems very painful."
"It's called a fistula, darling. And yes, it's painful, I can't move my arm because of it, and the whole dialysis process it's hard; my head is spinning, if I start looking too green, you should watch out for a bucket." Buffy joked, she had a bucket next to her, but she tried every possible mind control method to keep the food down.
"Is this really necessary? I mean, you do pee, wasn't that the whole point, to ease the kidneys for a while?" Angel suggested, since he had spoken with the nephrologists about it, but he had understood little of the medical language. "Maybe I understood things wrong."
"It is the point, but it's not something that can be achieved overnight, they made a few tests today, depending on what they see on them, they'll add or remove future dialysis sessions." Buffy whispered as she closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm crossing my fingers for fewer sessions."
"Well, so am I then, I don't look forward for these things. I feel terribly uncomfortable just sitting here, doing nothing, when I'm sure you aren't exactly in a picnic over there." He mentioned softly as he continued making little circles around Buffy's wrist and palm. "I wish there was something I could do, I should get tested; maybe I'm a good match for you?"
"Your blood type is different, that just to begin with, you are male, twice my size, I don't think that's ever going to work, but thank you so much for the offer." Buffy mentioned as she thought about all the possibilities, if she could find a good match, she'd be saved.
"Hi, my name is Jeff Sussman, I'm the obstetric in charge, and I was told you requested a consultation?" The doctor said as he addressed both Buffy and Angel.
"I didn't…" Buffy began but Angel didn't let her finish.
"I did. I thought we needed to see how Abby is doing in there."
"You know the sex already then? That's great, I'll wait until you are done with dialysis and then I'll perform an ultrasound, if that's alright with you?" Doctor Sussman asked directly to Buffy.
"Sure," Buffy whispered hesitantly, scared of what could come out under the microscope.
you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise."
"Ok, I've got the tests here. I've got good news and bad news, what should I begin with?" Doctor Sussman asked as he went through the results.
"I guess bad ones could go first?" Buffy asked timidly. Angel noticed how frightened she was, and he sat closer to her, holding her hand a little more firmly.
"Your sugar levels are too high, are you sure you are taking the right amount of insulin?"
"I'm not sure, I have a dosage based on weight, I guess since my weigh has been fluctuating, maybe it doesn't work anymore?" Buffy admitted, as she considered her 25 extra pounds. "And I haven't been following a meal plan, which maybe is causing the sugar unbalance?"
"Certainly, I'm sure the cravings and the morning sickness make you eat stuff you normally wouldn't. We'll get around a new meal plan, and maybe add some more vitamins, because you are still anemic, that's all the bad news. Now let me give you the good ones." Doctor Sussman said, creating anxious anticipation on the new parents.
"You don't need any more dialysis sessions, all your electrolytes and creatinine depuration is fine, you're off the hook, hopefully this infection won't come back. It seems like at least one kidney is working, so we have more time to spare here."
"That's excellent news doc! Have I told you that I love you?" Buffy responded as she effusively thanked doctor Sussman for such great news.
"Your welcome, Miss Miles; now go put on a robe, we are going to take a look at your baby."
"I can't—speak." Angel said as he stared at the small red screen, the 3-D ultrasound was the most realistic thing he had ever seen. "That's…Abby… so beautiful."
"Is she alright?" Buffy asked as she also stared at the screen.
"She's doing very well. The heart, the spine, the lungs, everything looks fine. I'd say we are looking at October's first week. She's tiny so it's hard to tell when exactly, but at least she's developing very well."
"Can you tell if she's been affected by my medication?" Buffy questioned as she tried to contain the ball of emotions bulging inside.
The doctor waited and reconsidered what he was about to say to a sensitive mother and a hovering, overwhelmed father. "I can't tell you now if she's deaf, but I can assure you she's doing well, she's healthy as far as we can tell by an ultrasound. You shouldn't worry about that now, just consider here a miracle on her own rights … try to stay calm; birth it's just a few weeks away, you don't need to get all anxious when there's nothing to do now … but wait."
"How is that going to be?" Angel asked, curious about Lamaze and other techniques he thought Buffy should get to know ASAP. "The birth I mean."
"Oh, well that's something we need to talk about. But I'd rather we waited a few more weeks and see the baby's position first; learning breathing techniques never hurts though." Doctor Sussman said as he continued measuring the baby and taking prints of the images.
"Now you should hear this, it's usually very comforting for first time parents," Doctor Sussman said as he raised the volume on the speaker so they could hear the baby's heart beat. "Does that sound great o what?"
"Amazing," Buffy's whispered as she wrapped her hand around Angel's. "That's the most amazing thing, I've ever…" Buffy couldn't finish, a knot of pure emotion had twisted around her throat, as she heard and saw just how beautiful, perfect and healthy her baby was.
"Hi Abby," Angel managed to say as he went to pieces, hugging Buffy and sharing the joyful tears.
"I'll let you two have a moment, I'll be outside." Doctor Sussman mentioned softly as he left Buffy and Angel alone. He could see just how emotional the couple was.
I am here still waiting,
Though I still have my doubts,
I am damaged at best,
Like you've already figured out…"
Old Tulsa, Ohio
"Give me your hand," Buffy said to Doyle as he stared at her round bump. "Can you feel that? She's moving around, I think she'll kick soon… oh there, I guess she found you." Buffy mentioned as Abby kicked right against Doyle's palm.
"That's so cool; you guys are going to have a baby! I want to be considered for godfather." Doyle asked as he felt the baby kicking again. "See? She agrees with me."
"Wasn't this all a little too fast, I mean moving in, and announcing the baby on the same week?" Cordelia asked as she stared at Buffy. "I didn't even know you guys were seeing each other before June."
"Ok, so I'm not the biological father! It doesn't matter to me, I love Sarah, and I love the baby." Angel replied with pride as well as pain, he would never be able to admit that Abby was his daughter in every way.
"It doesn't matter, father is just the guy who gives sperm, dad is the man who sticks around and actually raises the kid." Buffy mentioned as she sat next Angel and grabbed his hand, placing it above her belly. "I'm sure you are a daddy."
"I'm the daddy, and that scumbag can kiss my ass—if he ever comes back in the first place—Abby is mine, and so is Sarah." Angel said with false bravado as he kissed Buffy on the temple.
"Cheers to the happy couple!" Doyle said as he raised his beer and proposed a toast.
Cordelia raised her beer as well, but she thought it was too good to be true; they were lying, so thoroughly that they had become suspicious. Cordy remembered what she had promised Doyle, but that kind of gossip was too good to let it go. She had to start her own conspiracy theory about the O'Quinn legacy…
you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?"
FBI Headquarters, Los Angeles
"Hey, you, Rosenberg, you have a visitor." Agent Donovan said to Willow.
"Me? Are you sure? Send him in." Willow said as she found her gun, and placed it on the halter on her hip. She was assigned to homicides now, and that kind of out of the blue visitors never meant good news.
"Is a she; she says her name is Faith O'Quinn. Does that ring a bell to you?" Agent Donovan continued as he made a sign to let Faith into the precinct.
"Really? That's very strange." Willow mentioned as she mentally checked what she knew about Angelus' baby sister.
Willow waited by the door until this mysterious Faith showed up. She could be Angelus' sister, that was a possibility, but how she found her, and why, that was an enigma.
"Hi, you don't know me, but I'm Faith O'Quinn." Faith mentioned as she shook hands with Willow.
"I'm very curious as to why you are here. I'm agent Rosenberg, as you probably know, I was Buffy Summers partner, is this related to her?"
"Yes, it is. Could we talk somewhere more private?" Faith asked since they were speaking in the hallway.
"Of course, follow me;" Willow said as she led Faith to a cross-examination room. "I'm going to have to record everything you say to me, as you know, these are federal matters."
"Or course, I'm sure you are as wary as I am, but we have a greater purpose here, and only you can help me." Faith said as she sat next to Willow and turned on the tape recorder.
"You've got my attention, Miss O'Quinn."
"My brother, as you know, was the head of the O'Quinn Cartel. And he recently disappeared after he dismantled the organization."
"I'm aware of that."
"I'm his only living relative, and well I'm sure he's pretty sad with what happened to Buffy and everything." Faith meant that her brother had to be devastated, if anything he had loved Buffy, and losing his organization had to be the shock of a lifetime.
"I'm sure he is."
"The thing is; that I have reason to believe she's alive." Faith paused to lower her voice. "I've been following every single clue I can find to get to Angel, and guess what?"
"I'm not a good guesser, Miss O'Quinn."
"I've found several blogs and email pages that state she's in the country… alive and pregnant. You must understand this is of major importance, this child would be my nephew, and well Angel needs to know about him. I'm sure he's so lost, so alone out there that he has begun using again."
"This isn't a clue that I would follow, Miss O'Quinn." Willow said with a face as straight as a statue, but she was petrified of the information leaking through the net.
"This is personal as well as federal, Buffy knows a lot of stuff about the operation; she can't be left wandering around lost, with a kid. And I promised my brother that I would meet him and Buffy in Zurich months ago, I've waited patiently but I can't wait anymore. I need to know he's ok." Faith admitted, she meant that she had lost her family once, and she wouldn't lose it again. "Would you please help me find him?"
Also, Faith needed to find Buffy because she alone had the key to the 20 millions left in a bank vault in Zurich, Faith had tried to get it but she couldn't only Buffy or Angel could get them.
"I don't know how you found me, or why. And I'm positive you are mistaken about Agent Summers. I'm going to try—I repeat try—to find your brother, but he's on Witness Protection Program, if we found him, so will his enemies. I want you to understand that crucial matter before you go out, and start telling people you are an O'Quinn."
"But will you help me?"
"I'm going to move some strings, see what I can find, but I can't promise you anything. And in your best interest, you should change your last name to something less conspicuous like Smith or Klein, or whatever you find suitable." Willow said as she rewind and erased the tape, she didn't want any sort of evidence about that conversation to remain behind.
"Thank you so much, Agent Willow. I'll be so inconspicuous that you'll have to hire a private detective just to find me!"
"Who gave you my name?" Willow had never said her name, she was positive; Agent Donovan hadn't said it either. Faith had to have classified information.
"Buffy, she said if we didn't meet in Zurich for any reason, especially if someone died or went to jail, that I should talk to you; that you were the only person I could trust."
"I suppose that's true." Willow admitted with doubts; Buffy was never sloppy or careless about that kind of information, she must have wanted Willow to find her for some other reason.
"We'll be in touch then?"
"Yes, we will."
It was a regular day, a little cold in fact, it was pouring rain outside and Buffy stared at the window, she had that distant look she got when she remembered the past.
"How's the painting going?" Angel asked as he stood behind Buffy, watching the empty canvas.
"It's not going; I seem to have lost my muse somewhere." Buffy mentioned as she leaned her back on Angel's chest, she was sitting on a stool by the window, trying to paint the rain.
"Don't worry, baby. You'll find it later. Do you want to go out somewhere, maybe a movie?" Angel suggested as he caressed Buffy's forehead, he had developed a habit of checking constantly if she had even the slightest temperature. Call it an overprotective, overbearing husband/new parent.
"No, let's just stay here. I was feeling like reading a book or something."
"Well, take your pick." Angel said as he implied that she was, after all, in a bookstore.
"She could be deaf, you know? The antibiotics I took could make her deaf, and she could be born with damaged kidneys, diabetic like me or even retarded. They're all small probabilities, but they are there." Buffy mentioned out of the blue, that was the thought that plagued her constantly, that's why her muse seemed gone and her mood so blue lately.
"We'll deal with it. Who could love her more than we do? And imagine she is deaf, I'll learn sign language and protect her more, and if she's sick, we'll still manage." Angel said as he embraced Buffy, making her feel his warmth and protection. "How could anybody in the world sacrifice more than we do for this baby? You are putting everything on the line; nobody else will do that for her."
"I just don't want her to be orphaned, you and me; we'll always be in danger…"
"You walk across the street and you could be hit by a bus. I don't mind danger, I mind you." Angel leaned down to whisper on Buffy's ear and to kiss her temple. "You and Abby are the only family I have. That nightmare you told me about? It means I'm the same for you, we are a family. How could we not stay together? We are the only ones who could keep her safe by any means. No adoptive parent can love her like that… you know that better than I do, because you carry her inside you, you breath and eat just to keep her alive. And you were adopted too, did they love you like this?" Angel continued whispering as he twined his fingers with Buffy's above her belly, circling the round bump.
"I'll think about it." Buffy admitted dully as she understood what he meant all too well.
"Think real hard about that, meanwhile I got you something." Angel mentioned as he pulled away form Buffy and went to one of the shelves.
"You think I forgot, but I didn't. I know it's your birthday, so I got you this…" Angel said as he went behind one of the shelves and pull out a gift bag.
"You didn't have to." Buffy said as she opened the present; it was a music box, with a carrousel above it.
"It's beautiful, thank you." Buffy said as she hugged him and kissed him. "Do you like how it sounds, Abby?" Buffy asked the baby, as she opened the box, and played the tune.
"Is it the same as the one your grandfather gave you?" Angel asked filled with hope.
"No, but it's still beautiful."
"It's not? I thought these things were generic. Grab your coat."
"I'm going to take you to the store; I'm determined to find that particular music box."
"You don't have to do that."
"I'm destined, baby. I've found a Mr. Gordo in that antique place, now I'll find that music box. Please, come with me."
Angel heard about her nightmare and been so linear he decided to do exactly as the dream suggested; he would find a Mr. Gordo and her carrousel music box and become her home for good, God willing.
'bout the way your hair falls in your face,
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase,
You tell me where to go and,
Though I might leave to find it,
I'll never let your head hit the bed,
Without my hand behind it…"
He knew as soon as they entered the store that he had scored major points with his love. She had teary eyes as soon as she saw it on a counter. The store had been there for near fifty-seven years, it began as a toy store and lately it had become an antique, and souvenirs store, the owner specialized on music boxes, he had hundreds of them.
"Have you found the one?" Angel asked as he caressed her back and kissed her temple. "Are you ok? We don't have to do this if you are feeling upset."
"I have… can I see that one?" Buffy said as she pointed to an old one, it had been made in Vienna in the 80s.
"Sure, it's pretty old; it has been here for about ten years. It's on sale, you know? It's just ten bucks." The salesperson said as he handed Buffy the music box. She grabbed it with great care; it was so similar that it made her heart somersault.
Buffy turned the screw on the bottom several times and then she opened the box very slowly. There it was; the melody she remembered by heart.
"You said I could trade it back if she didn't like it?" Angel asked the salesperson as he noticed that Buffy had found the one mystical music box.
"I did, but I don't refund money. Can I interest you in something else?"
"How much is the difference?"
"It's forty dollars below. Would you like a jewel box? I have beautiful pieces…"
"Darling, are you alright?" Angel asked with concern, he noticed Buffy was absorbed looking at the wall, like she wasn't there, sighing, transfixed in a memory buried twenty two years in the back.
"My grandfather told me something on my seventh birthday, when he coincidentally gave me a music box just like this:
'My Darling Buffy-Anne, one day you'll turn into a wise and beautiful woman, you'll fall in love with a handsome man, you'll get married, and you'll have beautiful children just like you are right now.
You must remember this carrousel song, because I rocked you to sleep with it, since you were a tiny baby, and I hope you'll rock your child to it as well, many, many years from now.
And then maybe, you'll remember that I love you very much, that I gave you this music box with all my heart, and when you play this song, you'll know that I'm missing you anywhere you are.'
"The song, is Brahms lullaby, it's so common that any jewel box, or baby toy had it back in the eighties." The sales person mentioned as he understood what Giles had meant.
"He knew we wouldn't see each other ever again. He was so right, wasn't he? Life is so short, and yet it goes on so fast." Buffy asked Angel with unstoppable tears that ran as far as her collarbone. "I've grown up, and I am having a baby with the man I love. He was so prophetical. It's so odd to find this now; I could never repay you, A—David. You don't know how much this means to me."
Angel just stared at her; she was clutching the object to her belly, remembering her grandfather with unabashed emotion.
"We'll take both, here's the money." Buffy said as she handed the man a ten dollar bill. Angel was a little too emotionally shaken to snap out of it.
"Thank you! You are welcome to come back anytime, we have lots of stuff." The salesperson said as he received the money.
Angel walked silently behind Buffy towards the car, staring at the faithful Herbie and feeling like his world was about to crash and burn again…
"No wonder you wanted to find that music box." Angel mentioned as he sat next to Buffy and wrapped his hands around the wheel, a poor substitute of Buffy. He didn't want to touch her, scared of her true feelings; promises made to Rupert Giles would always scare him.
"I've made a decision." Buffy announced solemnly.
"Have you? God I prey you don't mean…" He thought Buffy would send him away for good.
"We are going to keep her, you and me… we are a family. It's just like you said. Who could love her more than I do?" Buffy asked as she wiped the tears away. "I'm going to honor a promise I made a long time ago, since I love making transcendental decisions like that."
Buffy continued speaking as the tears kept falling. "Abby will have us. We'll have to make some adjustments, safety will be hard to obtain, but we will make it through. We can make this! I've survived death and hell; why wouldn't I manage this small challenge?"
"Oh my god, have you—are you serious? Don't play with me like that; I'm barely hanging here as it is."
"I have—what?—50 years of life ahead. If I give my daughter away now; I'll regret every day of it, God only knows if I can have another. You'll never forgive me or forget her…" Buffy paused to wipe her running nose and sob painstakingly.
"She was sent to us, not to some other couple, but to us. How could we not keep her?" Buffy asked out loud, she wanted to deny her primal right, but she couldn't; it was bigger than anything else she had ever done before.
"You are not the only one who loves her." Angel mentioned just to fill in. She had said us; that most obviously included him. "And it goes beyond that, Buffy. It's not just her, I love you. I want to be with you. There's something I've noticed these days that we've spent together lately …"
"That I love you more. I loved you before, but every day we stay together… it's like you wrap your fingers around my heart a little tighter. I know you are not perfect, but neither am I. If you can forgive me and give me another chance to be with you, I'll try to keep you both safe… I don't only deserve Abby—forgive my presumption in saying this—but I deserve you. Haven't I suffer enough to get to this point? I love you both so much…I just thought you should consider that in that oath you are making."
"I have the biggest blame here, I brought this on you. I shouldn't have gone undercover just to get even. But I guess God works in the most mysterious ways. He must have had us on the plan all along."
"Can I kiss you?" Buffy didn't respond to the question, she kissed him.
"We have to make a vow now." Buffy mentioned abruptly as she pulled Angel away from her.
"Again? I though I just made one!" Angel said lightheartedly, and Buffy smiled to his comment.
"Not like that, we vow that we'll never say each other's name, we'll never discuss the past again, and we'll never contact anybody that could identify us. It's the only way to achieve true safety."
"Ok… Sarah, I vow that I'll do all that."
"Ok, Davie." Buffy turned the car key on the ignition, and turned the car on; Angel thought she obviously wanted to go home.
"Wait there, Sarah," Angel said as he tested the feeling of her new name on his tongue.
"We have to work a few issues before we go in public again. For example, are Sarah and David going to get married? Abby is going to be what…Moore, Miles, or Miles-Moore? We are man and wife, right? No more of this silly charade, right?" Angel said, meaning he would be with Buffy all the way; she had been avoiding him, keeping him physically and emotionally distant from the moment he begrudgingly moved into her home, and camped perpetually next to her bed.
"We could get engaged now, and married in like a year or two? I think Abby could be Moore, I'd like to be Sarah Miles, if that's ok?" Buffy paused to sigh and collect her thoughts. "I—I don't want us to be… intimate, until after Abby is born, I just don't feel comfortable with my body right now."
"Ok, I mean—I mean I understand that, I'm sure you think that… the penis can, I don't know, hurt her or something? I agree with you, it's just a few weeks away. We don't need to go there. But it doesn't mean we aren't together either." Angel said, unsure of where he stood regarding Buffy.
"Thank you, I think is a good idea; sex just makes things too complicated." Buffy admitted with a tinge of regret. Sex was the thing that had gotten them together in the first place.
Angel noticed her implication and he could not bear it. "Let me just get one thing straight since we are on the subject," Angel began as he took Buffy's hand and held it firmly. "Do you feel like you don't want to have sex now? Or do you feel like you don't want to have sex with me ever again? Because that would be…"
Buffy was caught dear on the headlights for a second. "I do want to… it's just that I'm worried about how I… look. I don't feel—I mean now, I just don't want to have sex now. It's me, David; it's not about your penis, or the baby, it's about how I feel."
"Why do you feel like that?" Angel said remembering how shrinks tried to make patients see the truth with their own eyes, instead of just saying it. "What do you find un-pretty?"
"Everything, I mean the scars, the healing bruises from dialysis, the overweight, isn't it all too far from the gorgeous, blonde hookeryou fell in love with?"
There laid the truth of all, once a hooker always a hooker, that's what Buffy thought and felt, she had bargained her body more than once, now sex was just that, a transaction, and she was scared of been incapable of feeling and making love again.
"I don't know if you have realized this, but I have to go ahead and say it." Angel stopped and stared at Buffy with puzzlement for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"It wasn't you; it was just a character you chose you play, the real Buffy is sitting right here beside me, and she's beyond beautiful. She's fragile, different, and she's perfect in her own particular way. And I love her, not the slayer she played."
Buffy stared at Angel unsure of what to say, he was smirking at her. She just stayed there, watching his chocolate orbs stare at her with a mixture of puzzle and joy that was very hard to conceal.
It was like a spell; the more she stared at him the more she wanted to touch him, to feel him close to her. She repeated his words over and over inside her head. I'm not the slayer, I'm not the hooker. I'm just Buffy. I'm fragile, I'm different, and I'm perfect in my own way.
"That's the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me." Buffy admitted as she felt tears gathering again.
"It's the truth." Angel replied as he leaned closer to Buffy and started kissing her.
Buffy didn't pull back this time; she remained locked inside the embrace, and responding to the kiss, aware of what a fine kisser he was, and how much he really loved her.
September 10th, 2008
Old Tulsa Ohio
"The big fucker is never alone," The agent told Quentin Travers over the phone.
"Who is he with? Can't you find him somewhere alone?" Quentin asked, meaning who was Angelus with all the time.
"Some pregnant chic, his Irish friend, a brunette girlfriend, you name it he's got them. The man is never 100 percent alone. This is going to get very difficult. Are you sure you can't handle one tiny witness?"
"No, I'm positive. You just keep watching him, I'll find out who are all these people. Mean while, don't leave evidence behind, intelligence from CIA are on top of us. We must be very careful." Quentin said cautiously; he knew CIA could start and investigation and discover so much dirt that he would never work for the FBI again.
won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours…
open up your mind, and see like me,
Open up your plans, and damn you're free,
Look into your heart, and you'll find love, love, love, love…
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved …"
Old Tulsa Ohio
"I still think you shouldn't have sold the trailer!" Buffy shouted as both she and Angel entered the bookstore. They were soaked through because it was pouring rain outside and they had walked several blocks from David's garage under the drizzle.
"We need the money to get ready for the baby, and we also need to save for medical expenses." Angel had sold the trailer for 15,000 dollars which was a nice sum considering how expensive it could get. "Don't worry about it. You are not the only one sacrificing here."
Buffy took off the wet clothes and went under the coverlet, desperate for warm. It took her several minutes to achieve a decent temperature again.
By then, she noticed that Angel was every bit as muscular as she remembered him to be; once he took off his shirt and remained on the wet and white wife-beater; He started rummaging through the kitchen, and Buffy couldn't help to notice he looked extremely sexy with the wet near transparent garment clinging to his six-pack abs, bearing his broad shoulders; perfect pectorals and chiselled arms in a very enticing way.
"Maybe we could sell more things, I was thinking about the first grand sale, maybe 30 percent discount on every item." Buffy suggested as she tried not to look at his near naked body parading in front of her as he stood over the counter pouring hot chocolate on two cups.
"That sounds like a good idea." Angel mentioned as picked stuff out of the fridge, he meant to make her a Swiss omelette and French toast as well.
"We could put my new paintings on sale too."
Angel stopped for a second and stared at Buffy; she was sitting pretty by the useless fireplace, only her naked ankles peeked under the tartan blankets, but that small feminine ankle was enough to seduce him.
Angel swallowed hard and breathed deeply; he had promised to reign over his sex drive, and he had been managing fairly well… until he saw Buffy… wet from head to toe, and looking at him in that 'I want to have sex now' way she was looking at him right there and then.
"Those are very personal; I'd rather you didn't sell them. We've got my money, and we'll make ends meet with that. Save the paintings, they could be worth millions in a few years." Angel mentioned as he tried to concentrate on mixings eggs in a bowl.
He was so enthralled that he didn't noticed Buffy standing up and walking towards him. "I'd love to paint you." Buffy whispered as she wrapped Angel under the blanket, and hugged her torso to his back, enveloping him on her delicious warmth.
"I'm hardly worth it." Angel mentioned softly as he felt Buffy's hard, naked nipples touch his cold skin.
"You are beautiful; I can't imagine anybody with more perfect features than you." Buffy said as she started caressing his abdominals. "You are the ideal subject."
Feeling her obvious intentions, Angel's body started responding of its own volition, the blood was gathering at his crotch and his every nerve ending was sensitized to her hesitant caresses.
She moaned, licking his ear, sending shock waves of pleasure rippling through him.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Angel asked as he turned around and let the blanket drop. "I said I wouldn't push anything, but I'm not made of stone, you've got me reeled-up here. All I need is a yes to go mad."
Buffy dropped her sight but her hand remained anchored on his hips. "All I know is that you make me feel alive… when you make love to me." Buffy said, and noticing he wasn't even blinking she leaned closer to him, plastering her body to his, she felt his body drew closer to her as he put his arms around her, cherishing the smell of her hair and silkiness of her naked skin.
When she raised her eyes again, his eyes had become a fine slit, a promise of unrestrained passion, he looked at her as a hunter does to a doe, his fingers touched her hesitantly across her spine, and his lips seemed to be drawn inexorably to hers.
When he kissed her it was like a he was sucking her soul away, he caressed her lips, and sucked her tongue so perfectly that Buffy started feeling how heat, and wetness gathered at her nether parts.
"I don't think I can make it to the bedroom…" Angel whispered as he weighted her marvellous breasts on the palm of his hands, feeling the nipples go taut and press hard for attention.
"It's ok, sex on a bed is overrated…I was thinking about the couch over there." Buffy mentioned as she continued caressing Angel's torso, he was so hard he stood against his belly and ready to burst any second.
"Forget it… I owe you this." Angel swore as he picked Buffy on his arms, carried her upstairs and dropped her on her bed. "And it's not sex… its love."
Angelus hovered above her, admiring the beauty that lay underneath him. He couldn't believe she was beneath him like this willingly.
She stared at him with huge eyes of a curious yellow tinge, they were saffron that day, he had never seen them like that, save on the day the met. So it probably meant she was in peculiar mood, maybe she just had a surge of hormones.
"Is something wrong? You are looking at me funny." Buffy whispered as she felt the tension between them build up and rise to a palpable level.
"Nothing is wrong, Baby. I just want to admire how beautiful you are."
"I'd rather you just kissed me…" Buffy said as she pulled Angel on top of her; he was careful, keeping his weight on his elbows, making sure he wasn't directly against her bump, and then he started kissing her honeyed lips, forgetting everything and everyone on the face of the earth.
Dominantly so, he pushed her legs apart as he stood over her, and kneeled in front of her vulnerable intimate parts, taking off her panties, the only garment still on. "I'm going to take my time doing this, so don't start hurrying me up, ok?" Angel asked as he lowered his head and tasted her.
"Take your time…" Buffy whispered as she caressed his head.
The first wet lick made Buffy shudder from head to bottom, and then following ones made her grab fist of the sheets as she started to turn hot red as an ember.
Suddenly the heat got tight and unbearably wet and as delicious as it was, Buffy begged him to stop. "I wan to come around you! Please…" Buffy begged as she pulled Angel closer to her.
"And how do you propose we do that?" Angel asked, thinking about positions.
"You need to ask?" Buffy mentioned breathlessly as she slowly turned around on all fours.
"I suppose that means doggy." Angel said hesitantly as he stood over behind Buffy.
"You never needed that much guidance is something wrong? Don't you want to do this?"
Before Buffy could lose that radiant nearly there sensation before the orgasm, in pointless talking, Angel shoved forward, burring himself to the hilt. He nearly came undone with the unbearable tightness but he breathed deeply and held on to her round hips for leverage.
Buffy gasped as she felt him completely inside her, even though he remained motionless, she could feel him fighting for control, she was sure he died to ram inside her over and over again.
"Touch me… talk to me…" Buffy whispered as she took Angel's hand and drew it to her breast, he tried to keep the weight off her but it was hard to achieve with only one hand free.
"I've got an idea…" It took every neuron Angel had to think when he was buried inside his love, and at the verge of coming.
"Tell me about it."
"Tell me about … what you are feeling now." Angel started trusting inside, slow, and shallow, but insistently hard enough to feel Buffy getting tighter and hotter around him.
"Well… you, I'm feeling you. God you are so big,"
"Not like that, I mean emotionally…" Hell had officially frozen over, Angelus O'Quinn wanted to know how she felt during sex… emotionally speaking.
Buffy was taken by surprise with that question, so much that it tore her out of balance; she slipped to her side and turned around to see him eye to eye.
The loss of warmth was like a physical blow to Angel.
"I'm—I feel silly, I feel like I'm forcing you to have sex with me?" Buffy whispered.
"How could you? You are half my size and you can hardly keep yourself in one piece let alone force me into anything. I am the one imposing on you. And God helps me I won't stop now!" Angel mentioned as he raised her leg, placed it on his shoulder and rammed himself back home.
Buffy moaned as he entered her and started moving in and out fast. "I like it, I like knowing you want me. I like it when… I make you come to me. I love the feeling of your big cock inside me… I love how you fill me…" Buffy mentioned huskily as she started trembling, her orgasm right about there.
Angel pushed inside harder and faster, bumping her clit each time he came in, suddenly it started getting wetter and hotter, and before he knew he felt those tell tale contractions, and the rush of moans and sighs that followed it.
It took very little effort for Angel to just push harder a few more times, and in seconds he was done.
Angel sighed several times, composing before he could continue the conversation. "I mean—besides the size—don't you feel worshipped? Like anything is possible, like there are no boundaries? Don't you feel like we were meant for each other?"
Buffy turned around and wrapped her arms around Angel's torso. "I do, I feel like the centre of the universe… when you make love to me."
"That's exactly what I want." Angel said as he kissed Buffy on the lips, slow, languorously, seductively. He intended to stoke the fire again, once just wasn't enough; he needed to feel her around him again.
Buffy gasped as he once more smoothly and efficiently entered her completely in one thrust, spreading her wide open, vulnerable on his continued assaults on her sensitive clit. She was amazed how easily her body accommodated his large size even when she was so tiny and so far advanced on her pregnancy.
Angelus had never been a religious man, but he thought that heaven had to feel like that. Her tight wet sheath stretched perfectly around him, holding him inside of her barnacle-like, anchored both inside her channel and in more intimate way inside her uterus. It felt so damn good that he felt his cock lengthen fully and grow inside of her more, a clear indication that it was a lot more than just sex.
He worried about the baby, but he had read enough to know the baby was in no particular risk, that in fact semen helped to speed up birth and usually eased natural contraptions. Though, he didn't want to start preterm labour either so he was careful not to bump too hard or go too deep.
His pace was slow and relaxed the second time around. Buffy sighed sheepishly; she knew he would be patient, take his time, wait until her orgasm arrived, before he could pursue his own.
Her sighs turned into gasps and moans as he leaned down and took an aching nipple in his mouth sucking on it hungrily. The position was slightly uncomfortable, sex sideways was new to both of them but Angel managed it with a pillow on her right side, where her leg rested and gave him enough space to be on top, and not press the belly at the same time. And Buffy could still see him, feel him and hear him right next to her.
It came slowly like a tidal wave that grows and take over the body, she shuddered with uncontrollable spasms, feeling like her body would snap in two in any second, and Angel followed her, Buffy was always amazed on how easy he would match her time, as soon as she came he would come right after her.
What she didn't know is that he just hanged onto her for dear life, he controlled his mind and body to hold the orgasm until she was done, because it was usually harder and far more intense when he came feeling her pulsing heat around him, sort of like he waged a war to win the prize of coming to her wet hot, pulsing heaven, to deserve more pleasure just because he could wait.
After a while Buffy remembered Angel's original question, and finally found the real answer.
"I feel like I can be me, laugh or cry, be silly and it would still be alright. I feel safe when I'm in your arms. To know that you love me inside out makes me feel safe; it makes me trust you in every way." Buffy mentioned as she caressed Angel's head. He was resting his head down on the crest of her belly, right between Buffy's breasts and above her belly button. He could feel her heart beating, her chest raising and falling for air and the baby moving around slowly.
"I love you." Angel whispered as he spawned the small bump and felt the baby kicking to his touch. He wanted to become one with her, fuse his body to her side, and never let go, but he couldn't, so he would have to settle for this moments of perfect completion and intimacy.
"I love you." Buffy responded as she kissed Angel's head. He was so big he engulfed her with his long arms and broad shoulders, but that made her feel completely protected, like there was no other place in the world better than that, like nobody could hurt her there.
And it truth, there wasn't.
up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
where the hell are you
when I need you…"
Old Tulsa, Ohio
"We didn't plan this, but when David told us you were nearly due, we figure we had to throw you a baby shower." Cordelia said as both Angel and Buffy entered the book store, they had decorated it with pink and purple balloons, teddy bears and stork images.
There was a huge sign that said, 'we are having a girl!' and someone had painted a graffiti that said: 'we can't wait for Abby' judging by the hand writing, it must have been Cordelia.
"You guys didn't have to do this! Thank you!" Buffy whispered as she hugged Cordelia. It was a surprise baby shower, and Cordelia had invited everybody in the town, and they were all there.
Buffy started saying hello to everyone, receiving presents and before she knew it she felt like she actually belong there, people were wishing them the best, and they all wanted to be godparents, apparently no kids had been born in Old Tulsa in over ten years.
"Abigail Amanda is a beautiful name, very sound, and very dignified. You've made a great choice." Mrs. Emily Morton said; she was the owner of the Independence Inn, the first person who had welcomed Buffy on Old Tulsa.
"It's a family name," Buffy said.
"It's my grandmother's name," Angel complemented as she stood next to Buffy and offered her a piece of cake.
"That's even sweeter, honoring tradition is always right. I was told you'll get married next year? Could I hope for an invitation?" Emily mentioned joking; Cordelia had spread the word quicker than the New York Post, David Moore and Sarah Miles would get married come next April fools day 2009 on the Secret Heart church in Salem. No pun intended about the date.
"Of course, the whole town is invited, though I must warn you that there may be pranks!" Buffy admitted as she thought that even if it was unlikely to marry that day, she felt as though she liked the idea of been foolishly and completely in love. And Angel approved of the date based on his idea of making a very peculiar celebration.
"I'll be prepared!" Emily said as she walked away from Buffy following a tray of Doritos and garlic dip.
"Sarah, there's a guy snooping around, he's not from around. What should I do?" Doyle asked Sarah as they both noticed who was the guy snooping.
"I'll talk to him." Buffy said as she swallowed hard, the man in question was Daniel Holtz, he was following after Angel, Buffy noticed as she saw Angel taking to Cordelia, and Holtz catching fleeting glances to the pair.
Buffy though about how to get Angel's attention and as she did, she started walking by the shelves hiding from Holtz and trying to get to Angel.
As she walked through the people, Buffy stole a glance outside the store, a suspicious black BMW was parked outside, and a familiar face was talking over a cell phone, it was Quentin Travers.
Buffy didn't wait, she went behind the counter, opened the safety box and pulled out a glock 19, 9 mm automatic; she installed the sound suppressor and placed the gun inside the back of her maternity pants. Nobody noticed, most people were attacking the Doritos and the dips.
But Angel noticed Buffy's sudden disappearance, and he went looking for her. Instead he found himself face to face with Daniel Holtz.
"Hello, old friend, long time no see." Daniel said as he noticed Angel's frantic countenanced and how he seemed to look everywhere for somebody. "What's wrong, son? Did you lose your girlfriend again?"
Angel breathed hard and deep several times, time had frozen over as they both stood eye to eye, people kept walking around them as if nothing was happening but they were wary of each other, ready to pull out a gun and shot, almost in the style of western movies.
"Hello, Daniel. It's a pleasure to see you again." Angel mentioned as sarcastically as he could.
"Ouch, that actually hurts, I am happy to see you." Daniel said as he looked around the place, he noticed the theme and sighed. "So it's a kiddy party, that's no big deal—I won't tell anybody—and by the way your new girlfriend is smoking hot. I never though you'd cross over to the brunette wagon." Daniel thought Cordelia was Angel's new girlfriend.
"What's your business here?" Angel asked cutting to the chase.
Daniel thought about it twice, his business was perfectly clear; he wanted to kill Angelus O'Quinn with his own bare hands.
"We'll if you have to ask, I'm here to kill you." Holtz admitted unabashed. "And if you don't want bloodshed you'll come with me now, quietly so, I don't want to upset anybody here."
Meanwhile, Buffy walked around the block, avoiding the frontal sight of her former boss; she sneaked behind him, and crawled, when she reached the door of she passenger seat; she slowly opened the handle and slipped inside the car behind Quentin.
Buffy pulled the gun and aimed it at Quentin's head. She was satisfied to know she still got it. "Hello, old friend," Buffy said.
"You are about as silent and inconspicuous as a purple hippo… in a ballet. But you at least are alive." Quentin said jokingly. "I'm going to give you a small piece of advice. Go away now."
"Whatever makes you think I'll go just because you say so?"
"Holtz has your husband on a net, one word and he dies, I don't want to see that happening to you too, so I'm giving you a chance to leave now, when there's still time."
"Well, dear Boss, I have something called loyalty, I know you've never heard of this, much less exercise it, but I won't go away," Buffy said as she aimed the gun and released the safety lock, ready to shot if he dared breathe too loud. "And I have a very strong impulse to kill you on the spot, call it raging pregnancy hormones."
"Daniel doesn't know you are here, alive and with him, and if he did he would love to kill you too."
"Look at me shaking," Buffy taunted as she felt a very strong contraption take over her. She begged to god it wasn't labor, but something like a small pop made her tremble, and then she felt a huge urge to urinate and the squishy feeling of her water breaking.
"I gave you an opportunity, now he's stepping out with Angel…"
"Turn the car on and pick them up," Buffy ordered Quentin. She was now determined to end it there and then.
Travers didn't want to enter the circus, but it was too late, he pulled over and thinking that everything was alright, Holtz opened the door and shoved Angel inside; he went in and saw Buffy scooted to the far end, signaling him to be quiet.
When Holtz came into the car, Buffy changed the aim of the gun to his head.
"Well, what the fuck is going on here?" Daniel asked furious with Quentin. "I though you said she was dead!"
"I lied." Quentin said as he drove forward.
"Turn left here, and go into the old road, we need to talk long and hard." Buffy said as she gave Angel the gun. He felt the wetness on the seat and his heart started pounding.
"Pull over, Buffy is going to get down here," Angel said.
The moment of distraction was enough for Daniel to pull out his gun and aim back at Angel, making things even.
"No, she isn't. She's coming with us. Aren't you, Mrs. O'Quinn?" Daniel asked wickedly.
"I am, you are not alone Angel, we stick together, no matter what."
"How sweet! The whore fell in love with her pimp! You make me want to cry." Holtz mentioned cynically. "Dear Agent Summers, it seems like you've crossed over to the dark side, that's not a problem, I've got a bullet with your name too."
"If you shot, nobody will come out of this car alive." Buffy suggested as she pulled the gun away from her face. "And I'm sure you don't want to die today. Don't you, Daniel?"
"Oh, we are on first name basis now? How odd, I thought whores didn't call their customers by their names."
Angel raised the gun again and noticing that Buffy was every bit as angry as he was, he pulled her to the side and plastered to gun to Daniel's temple. "I'm going to end this now."
"No! Angel don't!" Buffy screamed as she pulled Angel's arm, he shot none the less, but he got sidetracked and he end up hitting Quentin Travers on the shoulder.
When Daniel heard the gun shot he raised the gun as well, but Angel was quicker, he used the gun to slap Daniel on the face as he took Daniel's gun away with the left hand, it was all so quick, and in such a small place that the second shot wasn't even heard.
Buffy had been applying pressure to Quentin's wound, so she was leaned over the seat to check his vitals, when she suddenly felt the unbearable burning of been shot.
"Fuck not again!" Buffy screamed as she touched her collarbone, her hand came dripping blood, Daniel Holtz had shot her.
"You fucking shot her!" Angel screamed as he pulled Daniel from behind, using his arm like and band to suffocate Daniel from behind.
Noticing the horrible bloodshed going on, Quentin turned around, horrified with the situation he panicked and pressed the gas pedal on un-avertedly, closing his eyes and dropping his hands away from the wheel; he lost control of the vehicle and crashed up against a car coming from the other direction.
The collision was so strong, and on such a high velocity that the BMW revolved and turned ending up above the other car for several second and then fell to the side. The whole front compacted and the front mirror exploded into a million pieces.
No one of them was wearing the safety belt.
Mercy Hospital Cleveland, Ohio
"I need to see Buffy." Angel repeated mindlessly, the doctors were trying to tend to his wounds but he was the only one conscious, and he fought tooth and nail to get to his wife. They had taken all of the wounded to Mercy Hospital at Cleveland including Buffy.
"You need to calm down, you have a very serious compound fracture on your right arm, you'll need surgery and I'm going to give you x-rays to check for any further broken bones." The intern said as he tried to put Angel on a gurney for the eleventh time.
"He's in shock. We should give him some sort of tranquilizer." One of residents said, as he loaded a syringe with Ativan.
"No! Just tell me where's my wife, she's pregnant, she was in the accident. I need to see her."
"He means Sarah Miles, the woman in surgery." The intern told the resident. "I thought it was somebody else because he kept saying Buffy, maybe that's her pet name."
"Probably," The Resident still gave Angel the shot, and then when they got him on a gurney and started trying to take him to x-ray labs, they explained what had happened to him. "Your wife is in surgery, I don't know how she is doing, but at least she wasn't critical, your kidnapers on the other hand, they are both dead, one got expelled out of the car and the other broke his neck on the tumbling. You and your wife are safe here."
The police had turned the story into a frustrated kidnapping.
"Can I see her?" Angel asked softly.
"As soon as you are out of surgery yourself,"
into my eyes - you will see Look into your heart - you will find
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more …
There's nothing' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all - I would sacrifice …"
Look into your heart - you will find
Old Tulsa Ohio
Buffy came inside the bookstore and closed the door behind her; Angel had Abby on one hand and his cast in the other. Surgery had been successful for both of them.
Buffy had had the bullet removed, and an emergency c-section. Angel had needed near two hours of surgery to repair his terrible arm fracture, and he now had a band of steel holding all the pieces together, but he was otherwise unhurt.
Both Holtz and Quentin had died, for some strange reason the air bag hadn't work fast enough, by the time it opened Quentin had been expelled and Angel had broken Daniel's neck, and his arm, on the process.
The driver on the other car had survived—thank God—and he at least, was happy to have frustrated a kidnapping.
Abby was born with a healthy six pounds weight and no diseases whatsoever, nor deaf, nor mentally ill, she was not underdeveloped in any way.
All good news… news that Cordelia had spread through the web; and Willow had read; realizing that it was too much coincidence; Willow decided to travel there and see her with her own eyes.
"My god! She's gorgeous!" Faith said as she saw Angel holding the baby. "She's got my looks." Faith said as she noticed that Abby had dark brown hair, amber eyes and the most precious round, cherubic face with a pouty mouth, and a tiny little nose that Faith had ever seen.
Neither Buffy nor Angel were capable of speaking.
"I'm sorry we came like this, but one could hardly call to announce an intervention, right?" Faith asked noticing their faces.
"We just wanted to know if it was you." Willow admitted timidly.
"You could have sent me an email." Buffy muttered as she dropped her luggage and hugged Willow. "How are you? It's been eons since the last time I saw you."
"That's an understatement. Listen, I've got someone who's dying to see you." Willow said as she opened the back door. Outside were Tara and Rescuer. "I had my hopes that I would find you here."
"Oh my God! Come here boy, you must not remember me, do you?" Buffy said as she got down and started hugging the dog. But the dog remembered her perfectly; he started jumping and bouncing, moving the tale to and fro and just expressing how happy he was to see his owner again.
"Oh, the devil is back." Angel mentioned as he noticed the dog licking Buffy. "You be careful, darling. You are still convalescent."
"I'm overwhelmed. I mean, we've got a kid, and now it seems like we've got friends, and family all together again. I just wasn't expecting this!" Buffy mentioned as she stared at all the people around her. "I guess Abby is not going to be so lonely after all?"
"You bet, lets go inside, you shouldn't be bouncing just yet." Angel mentioned as he handed Buffy the baby. "And I think your daughter is hungry." Abby had been sucking her thumb insistently, and then she was starting to whine.
"It's like it's almost too perfect to be true." Buffy said as she went upstairs to her room.
With all the rush Angel hadn't had the time to show her the baby room. He had redecorated, added stuff like a rocking chair, a drawer, a bunch of stuffed animals, a swing and even painted the walls with the Disney princesses theme.
"Oh, that's…" Buffy didn't get to finish, she felt like hot tears were choking her. "Thank you," She whispered as she kissed Angel on the lips.
"Don't mention it, I did it with pleasure."
"Abigail Amanda, that's grandma's name, whoa, that's very, well that's amazing." Faith said as she also felt emotion constraining her throat. "Now I'm sorry I came here for the money!" Faith admitted as she wiped tears.
"You didn't give her a key?" Buffy asked to Angel. He said no with the head, and made a hopeless gesture. "Your brother is helpless, darling. He couldn't remember anything if his life depended on it."
"How did you manage all this time then?" Angel asked seriously.
"I had money left from the time I went to Aspen, and I worked in Switzerland, I became an English teacher, believe it or not." Faith admitted with a tinge of pride, she had managed to make a clean break from the organization after all.
"That's great; I guess you are looking for a job again? Do you plan to move back to the states?" Angel asked with hope as well as pride.
"I've been here since you guys dismantled the cartel, you are extremely difficult to find, you know? If it wasn't for Cordelia and Willow I would have never find you."
"Stay here with us then, Old Tulsa may be small but it's never boring." Buffy suggested as she fed Abby. "Beside you are an auntie now, you have duties."
"Are you kidding? Of course I'll stay." Faith said as she hugged Angel. "Way to go, bro. they are amazing. I knew you could do it. I'm proud of you."
As Faith and Angel shared a moment, Willow stood over Buffy and just stared at the baby.
"Do you think Angel would like to donate us some sperm, 'cause he makes beautiful babies." Willow joked as she and Tara watched the baby with moony eyes.
"I don't know, I honestly don't—I mean I don't own his sperm. You'd have to ask him. Though I have no problems… and he does make beautiful babies." Buffy said as she caressed Abby's fuzzy dark brown hair.
"I'll do it if I can do it the old fashion way." Angel joked, since he had heard the awkward proposition. "I'm kidding. I'm sorry, I can't. I only want to have kids with Buffy. She might appear to be a modern accommodating female, but I know her, she's a jealous little minx, and I really think we are going to have a few more of these little cherubs in the future, so I'm saving my little fishers for family projects."
Buffy didn't just laugh she snorted. "Ok, we'll think about it in a couple of years."
"Great! Who wants pizza, I'm starving!" Angel said as he went downstairs with the rest of crowd, leaving Buffy and Abby on the nursery.
"I guess that's just you and me now, Abby. I should tell you that you have an amazing dad, a bunch of crazy aunties and a dog too. Welcome home, sweetheart, this is where you'll grow old, and as your daddy just suggested you'll not be alone for long, we'll give you siblings soon, but you'll always be special. Ok?" the baby stared at Buffy with her big round amber eyes, a lighter shade of Angel's chocolate but still she took after him. "And just so you know I love you very much."
Angel had installed the baby monitor and he had tested it on the kitchen, so he was hearing what she said to the baby.
"She is a great mom, Abby is so lucky." Tara mentioned, she had never spoken to Angel before but she instantly liked him.
"And I'm the luckiest man in the world." Angel said as he smiled, he opened a bottle of champagne and offered it to the crazy aunties, for Buffy and him he chose apple cider, he had committed to his vows, all of them.
He had committed to remain sober, to be faithful to Buffy, to always tell the truth to Buffy no matter what, to protect his family and above all things to cherish what he had, because he had suffered and hungered for it more than anybody else in the world and finally, he had been rewarded with his dream.
Hooker is over, and I've been racking my brain to find a song that fits, I couldn't find a perfect one, so I just choose one of my all time favorites, I hope you enjoy it, because it helped me end it!
Thank you all for the feedback, and now I beg you to review me!
The mean kitten.
Song used on this chapter:
When you look me in the eyes by Jonas Brothers
Broken by Lifehouse
When you are gone by Avril Lavigne
Your body is a wonderland by John Mayer
yours by Jason Mraz
Wake up by Three Days Grace
I do I do it for you by Brian Adams
Basket case by Green Day
you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am of those
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my live's a bore
And quit no whining cause it's bringing her down
I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
Yeah, yeah yeah
So you better hold on
I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
Yeah, yeah yeah