I wish he'd call. Write. Drop me a note, tell Giles or Willow or anyone that he was okay. The Judge could of had him.
"I don't know Will, I've never not talked to him for this long."
"I know, Buffy, but you know he's okay. He's Angel, he can take care of himself," my friend responded over the phone.
My weapon bag was on my bag, open since I was packing it with weapons. I was going out on patrol, see if I could find anything out about the Judge. Mostly...I was hoping I'd see Angel.
But, boyfriend problems couldn't get in the way of saving the world.
"Y'know, I'll call you later, Will. Slayage time --- Yes, I'm sure I can do it by myself, I don't want you getting hurt."
I hung up the phone, sitting down on my bed with a sigh. I didn't leave quite yet, I was too worried.
I was glancing to the window. Why did it feel like he was watching me from there? I guess it was just my imagination.
Slaying would get my mind of things. I stood up, grabbing my bag and pulling it toward me. Zipping it up, it was slung over my shoulder as I made my way to the window. Tossing it out, it hit the ground with a thud, and I was on my way down after it.
Why was I "sneaking out"? Mom wasn't even home. Habit I guess. As my booted feet hit the ground, I crouched a bit before standing up again. Grabbing my bag, I was off.
Something was wrong, and I needed to talk to Angel.
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"I don't know Will, I've never not talked to him for this long."
"I know, Buffy, but you know he's okay. He's Angel, he can take care of himself," my friend responded over the phone.
My weapon bag was on my bag, open since I was packing it with weapons. I was going out on patrol, see if I could find anything out about the Judge. Mostly...I was hoping I'd see Angel.
But, boyfriend problems couldn't get in the way of saving the world.
"Y'know, I'll call you later, Will. Slayage time --- Yes, I'm sure I can do it by myself, I don't want you getting hurt."
I hung up the phone, sitting down on my bed with a sigh. I didn't leave quite yet, I was too worried.
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Buffy...
But, I had to stay away...I had to make sure she would be alright.. I had to make sure she would be safe.
With other matters at hand, I made plans to track Angelus.
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Slaying would get my mind of things. I stood up, grabbing my bag and pulling it toward me. Zipping it up, it was slung over my shoulder as I made my way to the window. Tossing it out, it hit the ground with a thud, and I was on my way down after it.
Why was I "sneaking out"? Mom wasn't even home. Habit I guess. As my booted feet hit the ground, I crouched a bit before standing up again. Grabbing my bag, I was off.
Something was wrong, and I needed to talk to Angel.
Hopefully I'd see him tonight.
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