This day was completely insane. First off, Willow and I had a nice little date with Riley at the coffee shop. That was fun, except for the factthat I walked right into a couple traps on the way. Like that line of fire that told everyone on earth that I was a slayer. I really needed to come up with some new excuses. I mean, I was even trying to throw some facts that I played paintball in the mix. Sooner or later, ocnsidering Riley is a Psych major as it is, he's going to find out. And that's totally not cool. I liked Riley, and I didn't want to see him killed because he hung around during patrolling.
So one would say that that was probably the oddest thing happening, the whole fact that Riley caught me patrolling on campus, like a little girl who didn't know how to protect herself. I had said some things, and he had said some things, and we were both lying, but we could't exactly call each other on it because of the fact that we were lying ourselves. If that made any type of sense at all. I learned one thing about Riley tonight: that he's incredibly stubborn. He refused to go home because he was worried about me...when in fact I was more worried about him. And let's not forget that that man was obviously really curious as to what the hell I was really doing out here.
But no worries, because the night wasn't half over. Riley and I were sitting on the bench, him refusing to move, and me trying to get rid of him while refusing to move, when none other than Angel shows up. Angel. The vampire, Angel.
That took a few blinks, because it's hard to picture him actually back in Sunnydale. He had left, and I hadn't even seen him once or heard from him since he had left to live the LA life. Then poof. Angel, walking toward me, while I was trying to be alone. Riley left, and that made me guilty enough. Because it was like I wasn't even paying attention to him after I saw Angel. Okay, it wasn't like, I really didn't. I think I might have forgotten he was there, trying to convince me that everyman that lurks in the dark is evil.
After he walked up to me, everything was a blur. I think there was some yelling, and maybe some sulking, and definitely brooding. I still couldn't get past the whole 'in the flesh' deal. But it all started making sense when Angel said that there was danger coming my way. Of course the reason he came here was to be the bringer of bad news.
The scourge, some man demon with visions, and my untimely death. All sounded like the life of me.
We talked some more, about him coming on Thanksgiving, the ring that I gave him, and then the whole commando thing that was still up in the air.
There wasn't really much that could be done tonight about anything, but both Angel and weren't going to tell each other that as we walked down the dark path through the woods. We were making excuses again. And we both knew that it could never happen again. Yet, it was weird how we both still were trying to convince ourselfs that it could.
And that's what brings us to this place, looking for something that we could kill together, like old times. It was less stressful than talking, and it was kind of like bonding time, but not really. This was Angel and me. This was us, and it wasn't new.
But it sure as hell felt like it. I hadn't seen him for so long, and just now, as we were walking in silence, did I realize how much I had needed our little 'looking after one another' ritual. Even though this wasn't the time to be smiling, I was.
Things weren't all that bad.
((Open to Angel))