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Post by elexa on Jul 6, 2010 18:43:50 GMT -8
Buffy looked up at him, her eyes searching for an answer. She didn't search silently for long. She had learned that it was better to just talk things out with him. He felt like she didn't trust him when she simply tried to read his thoughts---she learned that by reading them. So, finally, she spoke up. "Would you be okay if it did?" Part of her wanted him to stay a human. Things would be so much easier without the vampire aspect of the relationship. They could do things that they were barred from because it gave him the little bit of happiness that was needed to have him stripped of his soul and left a monster. Things that every other normal couple could do. Even the not-so-normal couples, like Spike and Drusilla, were able to do things that she and Angel could never do because he would lose his soul.
Even with those thoughts aside, human Angel would be better. Everything she ever worried about was suddenly gone. Angel couldn't get staked because he wouldn't turn to dust anymore. She didn't have to worry about the temptation to eat people, because she was sure that now, as a human, he would not want to eat blood. He was normal; he could go into any home without necessarily being invited. He could live a normal life and be with her. Buffy honestly didn't see a downside to that. Well, except for the mortality factor.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 6, 2010 19:01:32 GMT -8
At first, Angel was confused, but knowing that she could pick up on what he was thinking about, he shrugged his shoulders, eyes on the window. "If this is real, I want it to be," he admitted quietly. Angel wanted to be human. He wanted to have a heartbeat, to experience the sun, and to be with Buffy in the way that she deserved. He didn't want to be cold with that darkness rising up inside of him. It wasn't even there now, as if there wasn't enough room in the human for the demon to stay. Every dark impulse was gone, at least to the extent that Angelus ever had them. All humans had impulses that they'd rather not have. Angel didn't want to lose the humanity. There were so many good things about it and even mortality to him was worth it. He didn't care about immortality. He wanted to be rid of it. He had lived long enough, and he didn't even deserve to live that long. He should have been dead a long time ago and the idea that he might be able to live and die actually appealed to him.
"It's strange, Buffy. I've been dead a lot longer than I ever was alive. I'm actually normal..." And that was something that still didn't click completely. All the good things did though, the sun, the reflection and food... And he was still just as hungry as he had been before, but he tried to keep his stomach from growling, although it couldn't exactly be stopped. He worried about the future he had with Buffy before. He was a vampire and she was human... The two shouldn't click, but if he was a human without a curse with a happiness clause, then what would stop them?
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Post by elexa on Jul 6, 2010 19:20:16 GMT -8
Buffy watched him and slowly smiled. Without another word, she pulled the curtains open completely, letting the sun soak in from the outside. She looked back at Angel before slipping into his arms, hugging his waist and resting her head on his chest. "Now I'll have no reason to go to class at all," she joked endearingly. But she knew it would be hard for her to attend now that she could be with him during the day. She wanted to be with him all of the time. Buffy loved the feeling of being in his arms with rays of sun shining in on them. But the thought of him being hungry came back to mind and she looked up at him.
"Angel, you need to eat," she reminded him. She had told him to go eat but he had refused. They were alone in silence with the exception of his thoughts, and he needed to eat. She would be fine on her own. It wasn't like anything would be lurking inside the castle and even if it did, Buffy was the slayer; she could handle herself. Reaching up to kiss him, she smiled. "Go on, I'll still be here when you get back"
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 6, 2010 19:33:49 GMT -8
When she pulled the curtains back, Angel smiled at the glow of the sun. The reflex to leap back and hide from the sun was still there when the sudden rays surprised him, but he hid it well. He spent the last two centuries having to retract whenever the sun shone on him; there was a lot to get used to. He wrapped his arms around her, content with her figure in his arms and with the light outside. He could have stayed that way forever. The reminder that he needed food only served to remind his stomach at the same time that he was more than a little hungry. He couldn't have conceded when they were still outside, because Buffy worried him more than his stomach. Now that he was capable of going, however, he almost didn't want to. He just wanted to hold her in his arms. He kissed her back, however, giving in because he didn't know how much more of the abuse his stomach could take.
"I like this too much," he grinned, but pried himself back from her. "Do you want anything?" He asked, more than willing to bring more than enough back for the two of them. He didn't keep food in his mansion. If his fridge was opened, there would be the same pig's blood that was always there. He wasn't even sure what he wanted to eat, except for everything. It had been a long time since he ate, so knowing what he liked was a little difficult. For years, blood had been the one answer to that question.
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Post by elexa on Jul 6, 2010 19:48:32 GMT -8
Buffy hadn't had breakfast, So when asked if she wanted anything, she nodded. "You choose, I'll eat what you eat now that I know it won't be blood," she joked as she looked around. Now that she was away from all of the noises, her spirits were lifted. She knew everything would be okay. Giles would find a cure to fix her, and meanwhile, she and Angel would enjoy his humanity. She was definitely going to be patrolling with a chipper mood that night.
She took a deep breathe, her eyes gazing around at the room. She ought to liven it up while he was gone, no pun intended. She knew there were flowers outside. She was going to see how livable she could make it while he was off getting food. After all, he hadn't been a human in over two hundred years. He needed her help. Buffy smiled at the idea of it, as she let her mind wander. She would let the gang in on what was going on. Especially Willow. She was sure her best friend would have alot to say (and think) about the matter.,
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 6, 2010 21:17:19 GMT -8
"All right," He easily obliged. Angel didn't even know which foods he was going to like. It had been so long since he actually picked out food for himself, but he could use his best judgement and he didn't mind bringing something back for her, even if he didn't know what exactly she wanted. He leaned down and kissed her again, unable to get enough of her lips. Though, that roused the question of whether or not he had ever been able to to begin with. Even before now, it was hard for him to ever want to stop kissing her. He could kiss her forever and never stop. "I can do that," he assured her. Or, I could just stay here and eat you, instead. Angel thought to himself, before remembering that she could hear his thoughts. Embarrassed at the highly suggestive way he was thinking, he quickly stepped back. "I'll be right back." Angel promised as if he hadn't thought anything at all and slipped out as quickly as he ever did. Even as a human he was still talented at that.
Twenty minutes.
It took him twenty minutes to return from the store, juggling a ridiculously large paper bag and a box in his arms. He retreated back to his room, and set them down on the bed, of all places. "I didn't know what to get," and he really had gotten a rather huge selection of food, and the box had the doughnuts that they planned on having earlier. He barely even looked around before he dug into the bag and grabbed an apple, immediately taking a bite. "Oh my god," he said, his mouth full. It tasted amazing; even something as simple as an apple. It had taken him a lot of energy not to eat while he was actually in the store or on the way back and now the hunger was getting the best of him.
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Post by elexa on Jul 6, 2010 22:24:27 GMT -8
The shock was shown very clearly on her face. "But you-"you're not a vampire anymore! She didn't finish that sentence, though, because the sudden realization of what he meant came to her and she tugged her jacket and folded her arms. She had only had two experiences; Angel and Owen. And thus far, the suggestion of eating her had not been made. Still, she did know what it meant. She had heard guys say it often enough. It simply took her a few seconds to realize what he meant.
After he left, she searched the house and found an old, rusted pot. It wasn't exactly the vase of flowery happiness that she was hoping for, but since the mansion's most recent occupants were vampires, then she really wasn't all that surprised. Buffy went outside and picked a few flowers, setting it in the pot. She found a small stream of water from when it had rained the other day and set the pot on its side to allow some of the water to seep in. It would have to do until Buffy wasn't hearing quite everything and could go shopping for the ex-vampire. Of course, that was assuming he stayed a human. Once that was done, she set the flowers in the room and roamed the mansion, and every curtain or anything that was blocking the sun that she found, she took it all down. The mansion was well-lit, and sunny.
Buffy checked her watch. Angel had been gone for or ten minutes. Buffy bit her lip and sat down with a sigh. Looking around, she knew that there was so much more that she could do for this place. She bent her knee and rested her foot on the bed eyeing the bottom of her jeans. They were getting worn. Biting her lip, she reached down and tore the very ends off of both legs. The scraps of denim were small, and not nearly big enough for the entire mansion. But it would handle the bedroom. The rest of the home would have to be done later. Buffy stood up and walked slowly around the room, dusting off the furniture. When she was done, she crumbled up the cloth in her hand and shoved it in her jacket pocket. She would throw it away when she got home.
She checked her watch again. Just five minutes had passed since the last time she checked it. Buffy sighed and went over to the window, looking out of it. In the corner of her eye, a slightly open drawer caught her attention. Buffy looked at the door and back at the drawer. At first, she ignored it, but the longer she stood there, the more it bugged her. The thing practically called out her name. Finally, she went to it and opened it, pulling out some pictures. At first, they had Angelus and Spike, Spike and Drusilla, Angelus and Darla. Curiously, Buffy flipped through them. When her eyes fell on some provocative pictures with Angelus and Darla, she scoffed, feeling a twinge of jealousy, and started to put them back in the drawer. It was then that she saw one that stood out. Buffy reached in and slowly picked it up. It was a cardboard photo in black-and-white, of a very young, very colonial-looking Angel. Buffy smiled as she ran her finger along the picture. He looked like he belonged in her history textbook. Which, technically, he did.
"Wow..." she breathed out as he came in. Quickly, she set it back in the drawer, but she didn't get a chance to put the others that she had set on top of the dresser before he looked at her. Instead, she stood in front of the dresser, facing him with as innocent of a smile as she could manage. "Wow. That is alot of food," she commented as she reached behind her back and shoved the pictures back inside and closed the drawer, not noticing that one of the pictures was sticking out and had gotten caught. Walking over to him, she smiled as he tasted an apple. "Good? Wait until you taste pizza. Tastes way better than I do." she said, trying to play it cool. "I, uhm, I got you some flowers," she pointed out.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 6, 2010 22:43:20 GMT -8
He knew it was a large amount, but he was hungry. And more than hungry, he wanted to try the food. Busy with the apple, he only managed to take a couple of bites before he was digging into the bag again, pulling out a chocolate bar with his free hand and ripping the paper off of it in order to take a bite when he was barely finished with the bite of apple. He heard her, and while chewing nodded, "We should have pizza," he told her, and maybe not right then with the amount of food he had, but he wanted to try things. They didn't have foods like pizza when he was human. And he couldn't really appreciate it as a vampire. It was the latter part of her statement that had him nearly choking on the bite of food. He swallowed hard, and looked at her, embarrassed. Oh, he remembered what he thought and he heard her start to reply to him before he left. It was something that he was hoping that wasn't brought up, only because he didn't want her to think he had such a tainted thought process. He didn't... It was just... It was Buffy. "I don't think so," he added, as if she would indeed taste better than pizza.
It was when he looked to see the flowers that he noticed the partially open drawer with a picture caught in it. The flowers were a nice touch, even if he wasn't used to having flowers around. Drusilla loved flowers, but they tended to die if they weren't taken care of in the garden. Jasmine. That was her favourite. "They're nice," he complimented, "It's a lot sunnier in here too." He noticed that most of the curtains were now open, which, he liked. He wanted to let the sun in, as long as he wasn't burning in it. He walked from his bag, however and over to the dresser and opened the drawer to slip the picture back where it went. "Were you in this?" He asked, it didn't upset him, although he wondered why she might be snooping through his things. It worried him, however. He knew what was in there.
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Post by elexa on Jul 6, 2010 23:04:28 GMT -8
Buffy pulled out an old fashioned donut and bit into it with a bit of a blush when he responded to her comment about his thought. She had not minded the thought, it had just surprised her. "I thought you'd like it," she said when he said it was sunnier. She looked over at him and saw the drawer just seconds before he fixed it. uhoh. Her eyes widened as she watched him.
When he questioned her, she had a guilty look on her face that answered his question before she did. "I-I...I uhm..." she stammered for an explanation when really there was none. She had simply been nosy. "I'm sorry, Angel." How many times had she apologized now? It seemed to Buffy that she was going for the world record.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 6, 2010 23:35:03 GMT -8
"No, it's fine..." Was it? Angel wasn't angry, and he didn't think he had anything to hide. Although, there were a few particular pictures that he thought she would be less happy to see. They weren't supposed to be pictures of pride for him. They were just old pictures, very old ones, back when the idea of photographing was very new. He was more fearful of what she was going to think of them. "It's just some of those pictures—they're old." He didn't know how else to describe them. He didn't know whether he should feel guilty for having them or not. He wasn't going to make the argument that they were taken when he didn't have a soul. He had kept them for a long time and he didn't plan to part with them. "I don't want you to think—" bad of me. Nor did he want her to be jealous. He walked from the drawer and back to the bed, wrapping the chocolate back up and setting the half-eaten apple down to reach for something else.
Ripping open a box, and then the packaging inside the box, he bit into a pop tart with blue filling, only to make a face when he started to chew it. It was sweet and dry and not surprising in the good way that the other foods had been. He expected there were going to be some things he didn't like, but swallowed hard with a cringe and put the wrapper and the rest of the pop tart back down. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. So, in order to right the wrong, he reached down and grabbed a jelly filled doughnut and took a bite out of it, more satisfied with the taste of that.
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Post by elexa on Jul 6, 2010 23:52:24 GMT -8
Buffy finished her donut and slid beside him, getting on her knees and moving behind him. She hugged his neck and looked down into his eyes. "I don't. Actually, there's one in there I loved. You look adorable," she said, but didn't tell him which one it was. Instead, she slipped off the bed and opened the drawer back up and pulled out the pre-vampire one, holding it up. "How old were you?" she asked; it was obvious that he hadn't died yet.
Seeing all of the pictures made Buffy think about them. She had taken pictures with Willow and Xander, but never with Angel. And he was her boyfriend! "Maybe...once Giles fixes me....maybe we could go to LA or something. You know, together? We could do stuff...take pictures." She looked down as she made the suggestion. She would probably have to lie to her mom and tell her she was going to see her dad. But she was willing to do it.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 7, 2010 0:09:56 GMT -8
Angel looked up into her eyes and smiled. When she said there was one that made him look adorable, he gave her a quizzical look. He knew the majority of photographs that had him in it were from the later 1800's and Angelus, he thought, was anything but adorable. He finished off his doughnut when she brought the picture over. Already his stomach felt like it was starting to protest the fast rate he was consuming different foods, so he made a point not to go for any more yet. He saw the picture and smiled a little; he should have known it was that one. "Twenty, I think," he replied, he remembered taking it from the house after he killed his family. Darla thought that they should keep it and so he had. She had kept it longer than he had, although he wasn't going to mention that. After he was cursed, Angel didn't take anything with him, he was thrown out so fast and each time he wouldn't have had a chance to take anything. And living on the streets made it hard for him to so much as take any of it with him. But, they'd been sent to him in a package three years ago. The pictures from those era had been kept the whole time by a now dusted vampire.
Her idea of going to LA made him smile. "I'd like that," he said. And he would; it felt like something normal couples would do. Angel liked Los Angeles. It had been his choice of places to live during different eras in the last century. It was where he'd been when Whistler approached him. He had gone all over the states early on, from Montana in the depression to New York, but Los Angeles was something he was accustomed to. "Pictures outside, in the daytime."
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 0:31:50 GMT -8
Buffy set the picture on the dresser after he gave her his age. "You should frame it." She gazed at it lovingly before returning to his side. She smiled when he specified what kind of pictures he wanted. "Sounds great." She said, watching him eat. "Slow down...you're gonna make yourself sick." She said, biting her lip before adding "and then you won't have any room for what you really want to eat."
The suggestion in her voice was surprisingly easy to do. Buffy didn't usually go around talking like that. She hadn't even implied anything since the night she wanted to make Angel jealous and so she danced with Xander. But, with the comment that Angel thought earlier, Buffy decided to make the implication. Although, now that he was a human, making little Angels was actually possible. "though, you might need to go back to the store," she whispered that one as she leaned in and kissed his neck. After all, she didn't carry condoms on her.
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Post by Andre Simpson on Jul 7, 2010 0:42:22 GMT -8
That one little thought had caused Angel a lot of embarrassment, though when she repeated it suggestively to him, he couldn't help but smirk. "I'll always have room for that," he told her, having been afraid before that she was going to look down on the way his brain jumped to that subject. Though, he was realizing very quickly what being human meant. It meant that his soul was permanent. It couldn't be lost, and that meant they could be together. Really be together. He never heard Buffy talk that way, although he wasn't at all against it. It only made him want her more. Angel always wanted Buffy; that much was true. But, he couldn't have her... Not until now.
As she kissed his neck, he made a soft, pleasured sound letting his head tilt into it. Though, it straightened as he looked at her, curious about the statement. "Did I forget something?" He asked, since the last time he made the store run for food, it was really the only thing he considered he needed from there. Right now, leaving was the last thing that he wanted to do.
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Post by elexa on Jul 7, 2010 0:55:46 GMT -8
Buffy chuckled at his question. Poor guy probably had never even heard of condoms. She eyed him, thinking of how best to approach it. "Yeah...see, alot has changed since the last time you were a human. Turns out, doing that can get a girl pregnant or make people sick unless you wear a condom. And since condoms aren't food, I don't think it's in your bag."
Looking in his eyes, though, made her want to say forget it. But she knew that wouldn't be safe. She might have fallen asleep during the sex ed talk, but her mom went down the list of the do's and don'ts when it came to doing it, and the biggest don't of all was don't have unprotected sex. It was tempting, though. Angel probably had no idea how tempting it was. He was hot!
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