First off, sorry for the long wait between updates. I got really into writing two of my other stories, and this one had to take a back-seat for awhile. But now its back! Again, this fic won't be following the source movie to the letter, but it'll still follow the same general idea.

So, as always, enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Angel. They belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.


Chapter 7

As the sun peeked through the closed curtains, Buffy groaned as a stray ray of light shined directly onto her eyes, momentarily blinding her. She had suffered through another night of gaining hardly any sleep, and as the day loomed ahead of her, she was thankful that she had the day off. Going to work and trusting her with sharp instruments when she was hardly awake was obviously not a good idea. Rolling over onto her side, she desperately tried one last time to find sleep amongst her tired mind. Opening her eye slightly, she found a pair of light green ones staring back at her.

"Bad kitty. Let Buffy sleep." She said, shutting her eyes again before she felt the unmistakable sensation of the cat's fur rubbing against her face.

"Come on, please, I'll feed you later." Again, her cat rubbed its face against her own, the sound of the animal's purring starting to float up to Buffy's ears.

"I'm begging you, just let me sleep for five more minutes." Still, her cat refused to lift its assault again her body, its purring growing even louder than it had been only mere moments before.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up. Jeez, you really know how to show someone that you want fed, don't you, Alanis?" Looking up at her owner with her green eyes, Alanis meowed once and leapt off of the bed, heading for the kitchen. Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, Buffy could feel her head erupting into a slight headache, most likely due to the lack of sleep that she had been suffering from. Making her way into the kitchen, Buffy could already see Alanis sitting in front of her food dish, her green eyes looking up at her owner.

"I'm here, I'm here. Keep your paws on." Grabbing the dish, the young woman poured some of the food into it, before setting it back down onto the floor, much to the delight of the cat.

"There, happy?" The cat didn't respond, causing Buffy to roll her eyes. "No, don't mind me. I'm going back to bed."


Looking out the slightly dirty window, Angelus could see a few citizens below making their way towards wherever they thought they had to go. Smiling slightly, the angel would have laughed at the entire situation, had he been a human. His mind was still filled with the thoughts of experiencing these human emotions that he had been obsessed with for centuries now. Giles had been right, however, and he could feel something that could be described with only one word. Love.

He loved this girl that he had known for almost two weeks now. Her heart and spirit spoke to him, filled his head with thoughts that he couldn't dislodge from his immediate subconscious. She covered every inch of his heart with her human emotions, feelings that he could sense even when he wasn't trying. As he looked across the city, he longed for her touch, and for her love. It was the only thing he wanted in this entire world.

The sun was just beginning to set in the distance, the day starting to end and give way to its sister, the night. As he watched the yellow glow disappear in the horizon, Angelus thought of what Buffy might think of the way the sunset always looked when it was viewed from the right height. In truth, it had been written about by many of the poets across the ages, the way the colors overtook the sky and cast its influence across the entire world, but it was an entirely different thing to view it in person. Even written words could not contain the beauty that the sun created.

Buffy and the sun. The two things seemed to fit perfectly into the same sentence.


"You look tired today." Looking up from her food, Buffy fought back the urge to chuckle.

"And that's such a nice thing to say to a woman. Really, whoever taught you to talk?" She replied, using her sarcasm to her advantage. "No, really, it's fine. I just don't sleep very well."

"Why not?" Angelus asked, his own food hardly touched. "Too much on your mind?"

"I really don't know. I've been to a couple different people, and they've all told me different things. Some say it's a disorder, some say it's because of stress."

"And what do you believe? I mean, you're in the medical field yourself."

"I don't know what to believe. I'd like to think that it's because I live alone."

"Why do you feel like that?" He asked, taking a bite of the food as he finished his sentence.

"Just do." Buffy shrugged, continuing to play with her own food. "Loneliness, I guess. I've never been really successful at having relationships."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Really nice discussion topic, isn't it? Let's discuss my almost none-existent love life." She joked, rolling her eyes in the process. "I'm just not good at holding interest in people. They tend to get bored with me."

"I don't see how that's possible." He answered, offering her a smile.

"Thanks." Smiling back, Buffy took a bite of her food and quickly swallowed it as she looked at the man sitting across from her. "Really though, I've been told that I can bore people."

"Again, I don't think so."

"Guess you're the only one."

"What makes you say that?" He asked, continuing to ignore the food in front of him.

"Just have the experience to back it up. Really, I'd rather not talk about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure." Buffy nervously chuckled. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're the one who brought it up."

"Guess I did, didn't I?" She chuckled again, letting her gaze drop to the plate in front of her. "Alright, do you really want to hear this?"

"Not if you don't want to tell me." She smiled at the remark.

"Thanks, its fine. Basically, I had a boyfriend in High School, and I got burned. Bad. He basically left me right before Prom and then I basically gave up on getting a relationship."

"Why did he leave you?"

"That's the worst part. I never got any reason. He was just there one day, and then poof, gone." Shoving another bite of food into her mouth, Buffy set her fork down onto the plate before reaching for her glass.

"So, that's my love-life. How about yours? Any bad feelings left after a lost lover?" She asked, brushing a few stray strands of her hair out of her eyes.

"None that I can think of. Never really had a relationship at all."

"Really? Wow, that's…that's hard to believe."

"Why do you say that?"

"No-offense, but the way you handle yourself, it's like you could care less about how something or someone makes you feel. It's rather refreshing to be honest."

"Thanks. I…I try my best." Angelus answered, resting his chin on his folded fingers.

"I'm serious, I've really never seen a person who can take emotions and make them seem like nothing. It's interesting." Looking up at the clock, Buffy pushed her chair away from the table.

"It's getting kind of late. Guess you'd better get home. I've only got one bed here and that…doesn't work." She said, grabbing her plate before taking Angelus' as well.

"Right. How have you been sleeping recently? Any better?"

"Fine. If you count getting only about two or three hours a good thing." She said, depositing the dishes into the sink and leaning against the counter.

"Did you find out what's causing it?"

"Not yet. The last doctor I went to said he'd call me in a couple days when he got some results. No call yet." Turning towards the sink once again, Buffy started the water and let the dishes sit for a few seconds. "Well, good night."

"Night." She heard him say, and then all fell silent within the house. Twisting her head, she looked to see if he had opened the door, but it remained closed, nothing out of place from where it had been over an hour ago.

"Sure is silent, isn't he?" She asked, looking over at where Alanis was perched on the countertop. Looking back at her owner, the cat simply meowed in response.


Tossing and turning, Buffy groaned as she once again found sleep to be an elusive thing. The pills she had been prescribed had yet to kick in, leaving her wasting the night away as she tried to fall into even the lightest sleep. In the darkness that surrounded her, the alarm clock only a feet away glowed with a faint green light, the numbers eight-oh-five staring back at her.

"Damn it." Pushing her head deeper into the pillow, she closed her eyes, her mind begging her for rest. She was at least thankful that she had agreed to take a few days off from work, considering that she was running on only two or three hours of sleep now. Every night, things had been gradually getting worse as the amount of sleep she had been getting continued to shrink.

Outside her room, the world continued to pass by.


As she pushed the door to the roof-access open, Buffy could already hear the sound of Riley using the basketball hoop that someone had installed on one of the lower areas of the roof. Picking up the ball, it was obvious that he hadn't heard the door shutting behind her. Taking a few steps out onto the roof, she could hear the sound of the passing cars down below, only adding to her desire not to look down.

"Riley!" She shouted, hoping that he would hear her over the combination of both the cars and the ball hitting the hoop itself. Stopping for a moment, she could see Riley look back at her, as he let the ball come back to him before he began to walk over to her. The sun was nearing the end of its reign in the sky, and it showed in the way the colors skipped across the normal blue color of everything that surrounded it.

"Hey." He answered, his voice lacking any tone or emotion.

"Hey." She replied, repeating the word with the same deadpan sound. Looking back at her, he frowned for a moment as he realized what she was doing.

"Look, I'm sorry if I've been avoiding you recently. Just figured you weren't interested in even talking to me after what I asked."

"Why's that?" She replied, keeping her emotions hidden from him as the words left her lips.

"Come on, Buff, it's pretty obvious that you weren't even really interested in talking to me that day, so I figured something was up with you, and decided to give you some space."

"Fair enough. Trust me, I wasn't looking forward to having that conversation."

"Because you're not interested in me." He answered, his voice again lacking any emotion, although his eyes betrayed the sadness that erupted in his heart.

"No." Stopping for a moment, Buffy took a deep breath before she continued. "I'm not interested in you like that."

"That's all I needed to know." He turned back towards the basketball hoop, bouncing the ball back and forth against the ground as he walked.

"I'm sorry." She answered, watching him for only a moment more before she turned and headed for the door. Behind her, the sun continued to set, casting a reddish-orange color across the sky.


The sun had almost completely set as she continued to walk through the park, with only a few people passing her by as she made her way along. It looked warm enough outside, but the slight chill in the air somewhat betrayed the way the entire world had been perceived. Looking around, Buffy momentarily stood and looked at the sunset, the colors that spread across the sky mesmerizing her. It was said that Los Angeles was one of the best places to witness a sunset, and as she watched the yellow ball of light disappear on the horizon, she agreed with every inch of her heart.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Turning, she wasn't surprised to find Angelus walking towards her, his usual attire of all black standing out against every color around him.

"Yeah. Suppose you know a lot about them." She replied, smiling as he came to stand beside her, his eyes focused on the setting sun.

"Oh, yes." He answered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I've heard a lot about them. They sing a beautiful song for those with the ears to hear them."

"That a bit of poetry you read somewhere?"

"No, it's true." He replied, looking down at her with a small smile adorning his face. "All you have to do is know what to listen for. It's the most beautiful sound in the world."

"I'm sure." The air grew silent between them for a moment, their attention focused solely on the setting sun.

"So, I imagine there's a reason you always have a way of finding me." She finally said, cutting the air with the sound of her words. "And I imagine that it not simply coincidence."

"They say that fate shows paths to many different people."

"You're very poetic today, huh?"

"You could say that. Poetry is one of the oldest ways of expressing opinions or emotions."

"Thanks for the history lesson." She replied, throwing a hint of sarcasm into her voice. "In all reality, why are you so interested in me? Not that I hate the attention, I just find it a little…odd. I mean, we just met each other two or three weeks ago, and I feel like I've known you all my life."

"I don't think I've ever been so interested in someone before. It's like…I've waited for you all my life, and now that I've found you, I feel at peace."

"I…I don't know what to say." Buffy answered, turning away for a moment as the two of them fell into a slow step, simply walking along the path with no particular destination in mind. There was almost no-one around now, with some of the more paranoid people wanting to get indoors before the night overtook the city. Normally, the young intern would do the same, but as Angelus kept walking beside her, his stance never once changing from its pleasant feeling, she felt safer than she had ever felt at night in the city.

"You don't have to say anything."

"Why don't you ever look at me the same way you look at other girls?" She asked, stopping in her tracks.

"What?"

"You look at me like I'm some sort of jewel, like I'm something rare and meant to be handled with care. Anyone else that you look at doesn't mean anything. What's so different about me?"

"You're the one." He said, the words leaving his lips just as he smiled at her, the gesture melting something within her.

"I'm the what?" She said, a small chuckle making its way past her smile.

"You're the one." This time he said it with more conviction that he had before, his tone showing that he had never been more sure of something in his entire life.

"Prove it." She said, waiting for his response. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers, the action being returned by Buffy as she felt her heart skip a few beats in her chest. Around them, the night continued to grow older, with each passing second watching the two of them. Finally, the two of them pulled themselves apart from one another. Looking up at the man in front of her, Buffy smiled with genuine emotion.

"Ok, I believe you." She said, smiling as he looked down at her. He smiled back at her before leaning down and kissing her once again, the minutes again slipping away.