I started this spell. I can stop it.
Hi, the name's Willow Rosenberg. And yes, I programmed this layout all by myself. No, I will not do your physics homework. I used to be a professor at Yale, but now I fight the dark forces of Hell. So you know. No big deal or anything.
I started this spell. I can stop it.
This is what I’m talking about.
I don’t want to lose you.
Is this another one of those “inner guilt Buffy sacrifices herself for the world” type thing? Well, its not gonna fly this time.
Xander, I’m sorry. I have to.
Since when? When did we decide that? When did you figure out that was the best thing to do?
WHY IS EVERYONE SUDDENLY TALKING IN CAPS LOCK? GOD!
No. No no no.
You’re really stupid.
Gee, no one’s ever told me that one before.
I feel special being the first!
Willow’s shoulder brushing against his caused shivers to zap down his undead spine. Trying to be suave, as he always tried to be, he played it off and went to open the car door for her. Chivalry, quite contrary to most people’s beliefs, was not dead. He wanted to prove that to her, to make it known that he was all about protection and putting her first. He didn’t want to come off as some douche-bag with a nice car. Okay, maybe he was a little douchey with the hair-gel and the confidence. But, in his defense he didn’t have a mirror and it was easier to put product in his hair and know that it looked good, than not and have millions of fly-aways and look like he had unkempt dog hair. That would not be a good look.
Closing the door and rounding back around the car to the driver’s seat he was excited. Willow had agreed to go with him. Slipping into the seat, he closed the door. There was a momentary silence that he was fumbling to try to fill… But then she was striking up a conversation and he relaxed.
“Starbucks is a little too public for what I want to talk about with you.” His voice gently emitting in response and he turned to face her before he drove off. His eyes meeting hers, “But we can go there another time if you’d like.” Then Angel turned back to put his eyes on the road. Putting the key in the ignition and turning it, a sigh burst through the silence. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Willow had crossed her legs. Had the key thing turned her on? Angel tried not to react to it. He didn’t want her to know that he had noticed or to embarrass her. Now, however he knew that she liked him for sure. Or at least she fantasized about him.
Once the car had roared to life he pulled out of his parking space against the curb. Driving down the lonely streets of Cleveland he easily navigated them back to his building downtown. Getting out of the car he went to open her door.
“Here we are.” He said with a smile. Once she was standing on the curb he closed her car door and held out his hand. Maybe this was pushing it a little too far, but he hoped that she would take it. That they could both confirm that this.. whatever this was between them was something. Hopefully something that was considered love.
Heading inside of the building he nodded Winston the building concierge and then went for the elevator. Pushing the penthouse level button, the doors swooshed closed and they were off. He looked over to Willow as they ascended in the tiny car, “Hi.”
A conversation not fit for Starbucks? Willow mentally let out an excited scream. That meant that it wasn’t meant to be heard by others. Either Angel was going to tell her he was pregnant or…
When he opened the door, Willow felt like a princess. A wide, dopey smile spread across her cheeks. “Thanks,” she murmured, swallowing nervously, as she slipped her hand into Angel’s to help herself out of the car. However, Angel didn’t instantly let go of her hand like she’d thought he would’ve. Their fingers stayed intertwined. The Wicca’s heart doubled over and wheezed.
She hadn’t felt this magical in a long time. She leaned into him slightly as they walked. Willow had to fight the temptation to swing their arms. They didn’t know each other like this well enough yet. But in months, Willow imagined, they would be able to lovingly swing each other everywhere. Willow looked over at the tall, beautiful hunk of man and had to keep herself from singing. Which was a good thing. Willow had the voice of a drunk seagull.
The hotel wowed her. It was nicer than a lot of the places Willow had been in. Definitely better than the sofa in Buffy’s house. She looked at Angel in the elevator. “Hi,” she said back, breathlessly. The elevator pinged and they walked out together. Willow had no idea what level they were on, but she wouldn’t be surprised if Angel took the penthouse suite. That was the type of man Angel was. Grade A, classy.
“This is really, really cool,” she said happily as she whipped her head around in a vain attempt to look at everything possible.
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Anya Jenkins | Vengeance Demon | Scooby
There was a reason D’Hoffryn had opted to kill Halfrek only a year ago, despite Anyanka’s ultimate betrayal. Well, a reason aside from the whole living-with-suffering thing (which was moot now that she was dead, anyways). He wanted to keep her around; knew that it would only be a matter of time before his Anyanka returned to her calling card. She would not be able to bare growing old, growing weak. Vengeance was what she was made for, and given the rest of her little human life, she’d eventually decide to come back— to beg him for her job.
The apocalypse, though failed, had been a cog in the machine. He certainly hadn’t expected Anyanka to give her life for humanity, but that was what happened.
He felt her loss more than the Scoobies had seemed to. Luckily, unlike them, he had the ability to give life back. Not human life, per se, but he could bring her back as the glorious demon she was always meant to be. Should have stayed as.
Anya was confused when she first came back, having just materialized in the crater of what used to be Sunnydale. D’Hoffryn provided her with answers; showed her how her old friends had moved on. How Xander no longer spent all of his time in mourning, how Buffy and the others hardly even spared her a thought. How natural things felt without her there.
He got his Anyanka back, and she had her sights set on Cleveland.