Eternal - A Buffy And Angel Story

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Author's Note; I do not own any of these characters. The belong to the Evil Joss Whedon. I thought I'd put a twist on my favourite couple ever - Bangel. Please vote and comment, don't be too harsh.

Chapter One

Buffy sat on her bed, crying. Angel was back from Hell. But he hated her. He HATED her. She buried her face in her knees. She hadn't meant to hurt him. Angelus had gone. Back into his little cage. She continued to cry.

I shoulda just killed him, she thought to herself.

But she loved him too much for that. She grabbed her pillow and curled up, crying herself to sleep.

Angel stood outside Buffy's window, on a tree branch. This was a habit of his, watching her sleep. He had heard her cry and all he wanted to do was go in and comfort her, tell her it was all okay. That he forgave her. But he stayed on the branch, remembering what Hell had been like. He still had wounds. He put a hand on his abdomen, wincing at the pain. He had several large cuts and bruises. He kept watching her. Suddenly, she started tossing and turning.

"Nooo! Angel!! Hurt!!" She cried out in her nightmare.

She was alone. Her mom had gone to L.A. for a few days.

Oh God, Angel thought. I have to help her...

He jumped off the branch, landing on the windowsill. Then, he opened the window and jumped in, thanking God he was re-invited. Next, he ran up to her, shaking her.

"Buffy, wake up. Damn it!" he yelled.

Suddenly, she jolted up, and he embraced her. She shook violentely and cried into his shoulder.

"It was just a nightmare, Buffy. You're okay. Shh" He said, rubbing her back.

She pulled back.

"A-Angel?" she said, green eyes welling up more.

"I'm here... Don't cry" He whispered, caressing her face and hair gently.

"I thought you HATED me?" She said, her voice a harsh sob.

"I could never hate you, Buffy" Angel whispered truthfully.

She cried more intensely.

"That's not w-what you said a few days ago" She sobbed, her lips quivering.

"Shh, you're gonna make yourself sick" Angel held her closer.

"What do you care? You hate me, remember?!?" She yelled.

(Flashback)

Angel got to his feet and met the green eyes of his lover.

"Oh my God, Angel!" She was about to touch him when he pulled away.

"Don't" His voice was full of venomous fury.

"Angel? Are you... Angel?" She said, gasping.

"Leave me alone. I hate you! You sent me to Hell! Hell hurts. Like... Hell" He yelled at her.

"Angel I-"

"Don't try to find me, Slayer!" he vamped out and pushed a table down.

Then he walked away, leaving the blonde Slayer awestruck and angry at herself.

"I invite you in..." She whispered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes.

(End Of Flashback)

"I-I don't hate you. I was confused, Buffy" he said, his dark eyes filling up with tears.

"Confused?" She glared at him.

"I was scared... And thirsty... And hurt" He said, a tear running down his face "Please forgive me..."

Buffy wiped the tear away.

"For what?" She whispered, wrapping her arms around him.

"Everything I did to you. And killing Jenny. And what I did to the others" He buried his face in the nape of her neck.

"I already do" she whispered.

He lifted his head and their lips were inches away from each other. Angel gulped in an airful of her scent, then pulled away.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, tears now travelling freely down his face.

"Don't be" Buffy trailed two fingers down his jaw.

He turned around and their lips met in a passionate kiss. She ghosted her fingers up his face until they reached his hair where she ran her hands through. His hand was splayed across her back, the other one at her jaw. Buffy pressed herself closer, but suddenly stopped when he groaned in pain. She pulled back.

"Angel?" she ran her fingers up her vampire lover's arms.

"It's-I'm fine" He said, grabbing his stomach.

"Let me see?" Buffy then rested her hand on his.

He shook his head stubbornly. Buffy pouted.

"Please?" she said gently.

He sighed, then took off his leather duster. Her hands unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed it off, revealing a bloody and bruised torso.

"T-They haven't healed?" she looked down at his wounds.

"I need to feed... Properly" He said, looking down.

"On a human?" She grimaced slightly.

He nodded slightly.

"Take me, then. How much do you need?"

He gasped, jumping up.

"None from you" his voice became angry.

"Angel... Do it. Please?" She whispered.

"Fine! God, you're stubborn!" He said, shyly changing face.

He lowered his head to her shoulder, gently kissing it. Then he bit, making her gasp in the exquisite pain. The taste of her blood made him moan in euphoria and ecstasy. Her hand trailed up and down his back, supporting him. He continued to gulp, continually lapping at it with his tongue. Suddenly the door opened. Angel pulled back and looked around to see an extremely shocked Xander. With a stake and a cross.