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[01 - 27 - 09] [Buffy the Vampire Slayer] Dust
Title: Dust.
Series: Buffy the vampire Slayer.
Characters: Buffy. Angel.
Warnings: Occurs sometime after the season three finale of Buffy. Spoilers: Season two, three, and four of Buffy. Angel the series.
Rating: PG-13.
Buffy stared blankly a head, memories playing on the wall.
She had been upset at first, a cold calm washing through her as he had walked away. She had holed herself up in her room, alternately crying and beating the shit out of anything non-human. Thoughts of UC Sunnydale and leaving home had been put on the back burner. Her friends had allowed her the solitude, for which she would be eternally grateful for.
On the day she had finally decided to get out of the house, Willow had stopped by to drop of news that Angel had settled in Los Angeles. At that point she had been desperate to reclaim some sort of balance. It was time to get out of the house, to try to begin again.
She had found herself at the mansion wandering it's halls with slowly steps and a wistfully bitter half smile. She studiously ignored the garden and the main room, where Acathla had been stationed.
Eventually she had she found herself upstairs in a random room on a random couch.
She actually vaguely recalled the room, having used it once or twice for sparring or the meditative moves Angel had like to perform at least daily. Occasionally, she had joined in.
Phantom words swirled around the room, stimulating her memory. Love's thorny vines twisted around her heart, it's roots entangled deep.
She had come here to find a beginning, instead all she had found was an ending.
Series: Buffy the vampire Slayer.
Characters: Buffy. Angel.
Warnings: Occurs sometime after the season three finale of Buffy. Spoilers: Season two, three, and four of Buffy. Angel the series.
Rating: PG-13.
Buffy stared blankly a head, memories playing on the wall.
She had been upset at first, a cold calm washing through her as he had walked away. She had holed herself up in her room, alternately crying and beating the shit out of anything non-human. Thoughts of UC Sunnydale and leaving home had been put on the back burner. Her friends had allowed her the solitude, for which she would be eternally grateful for.
On the day she had finally decided to get out of the house, Willow had stopped by to drop of news that Angel had settled in Los Angeles. At that point she had been desperate to reclaim some sort of balance. It was time to get out of the house, to try to begin again.
She had found herself at the mansion wandering it's halls with slowly steps and a wistfully bitter half smile. She studiously ignored the garden and the main room, where Acathla had been stationed.
Eventually she had she found herself upstairs in a random room on a random couch.
She actually vaguely recalled the room, having used it once or twice for sparring or the meditative moves Angel had like to perform at least daily. Occasionally, she had joined in.
Phantom words swirled around the room, stimulating her memory. Love's thorny vines twisted around her heart, it's roots entangled deep.
She had come here to find a beginning, instead all she had found was an ending.