AN: Yah, I know, been awhile. But infuriatingly life sucks. For awhile, the story was giving me problems and when I finally decided the direction I wanted to go, first one of my grandfathers died, then a year later after beings sick for a long while, my other grandfather died. Kind of killed the mood for writing. But anyway I'm back and ready to continue writing.
Oh, also, I own nothing.
Her eyes closed in bliss as a chocolate covered strawberry was placed within her mouth. A sigh escaped as lips kissed away lingering traces of the treat from her own.
“Dance with me.”
Her heart fluttered as she placed a glove covered hand upon his and allowed him to help her stand, then lead her away from the small table cover with champagne and decadent deserts.
Her long gown swirled around her legs, the silk like a lover’s caress. Her heart’s fluttering became a rapid pounding as she gazed into chocolate eyes.
“I have loved you from the first moment I saw you.” Without his arms surrounding her, she would have clasped.
“My heart has always belonged to you,” she replied.
She was in heaven! Her heart’s desire had finally come true.
“Where are you?” Her eyebrows drew down into a frown.
“I’m right here,” she answered, confused.
“Willow, where are you?” he asked again.
“Xander, I’m right here, within your arms!” She answered again, not understanding why he was asking something he should be able to see.
“Damn it Willow, where you at! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!”
Willow sat upright quickly, an easy feat since that only required her moving a few inches. She looked around confused in an attempt to figure out where she was.
‘Drat!’ she thought, ‘it was just a dream.’
If she had not been sitting on the floor, she would have soon found herself there as the previous night’s events flood into her mind.
Xander looked around Willow’s room. Her bed was already made, meaning that she had finished her morning routine, but where was she? She had promised that she would go with him to the convention at the mall today. Usually, she would have met him at the door, but today she wasn’t there.
The first thought was something had happened and she was gone, but he quickly shook that though off. If he lost Willow, the last friend he had, he would willingly offer his neck to the first vampire he found. After the lost of the others, Willow was the only reason that he pushed to hang on.
Just as he was about the leave her room, he heard a noise come from the closet.
Inching his way closer, (it never hurt to be cautious, it was the hellmouth after all), he slowly reached out a hand towards the door handle.
Just before he made contact, the door sprang open.
There was female screamed.
“Xander!” and suddenly he found himself on his back, his arms full with a sobbing redheaded friend.
It took him just a moment before he realized that he held an upset Willow in his arms. Before that moment had passed, he had set up, secured her across his lap, and was rocking her as he whispered comforting words.
“Shh, it’s alright, I got, I got, it’s alright, your safe now,” he repeated over and over trying to calm her down.
Soon, her sobs quieted down to hiccups and she was searching for a tissue to blow her nose.
“What happened?” he asked concerned, but relived that she was physically unharmed.
“Oh Xander, it’s awful, Angel has lost his soul.”
“Wha…” Xander’s mind went blank, the news was something he was having trouble wrapping his mind around. Of all that he had imagined to be wrong, this had not even had a chance of even crossing his thoughts.
“That’s not the worst of it.” A very pronounce Irish accent drift across the room, causing both teens to jump in freight.
“Who, the hell, are you?” Xander shouted while pushing Willow, behind him.
“Apologies, me name, is Doyle, I work, well, worked for Angel in LA.”
“Oh, oh,” Willow hopped up and down, “You’re the one with visions!”
Doyle chuckled, “Aye, that be me.” Xander pushed Willow behind him again, for her excited hopping had moved almost to his side.
“How do we know that your telling the truth?” Xander asked, refusing to trust anyone with Angel, soul or no soul.
“Let me explain what’s happening and you can decide from there….”
Buffy sat on the grass tossing rocks into the lake. Summer was halfway over and she was making progress with the lessons. The friends of her cousin were coming in at separate times to help.
Fred and George Weasley spent three weeks helping her with potions. Those two were always making her laugh leaving little time to dwell on past events. But even with their actions helping with her grief, she knew that she would never return to that naivety that she had even as a slayer was forever gone. Evil dwelled in the hearts of man just as well as the demons. And hoo boy if that didn’t give her some nightmares. But the twins help immensely, even going as far as making potions fun and leaving her eager to learn more.
Uhn, Buffy, learning and excited going together, a sign of an apocalypse if she ever saw one.
Lee had stayed for three days before he had to go home, plans had done been made.
Neville was here now. He still reminded her of Willow. He was helping with herbology and wizardry history. Buffy knew that she was projecting, smirking when that word popped in her head along with knowing the meaning, her feelings of Xander and Willow onto him, but she could not help herself.
Her mind skipped over to Sebastian, until he left, he hovered over her, becoming glued to her when his friend died in that game thingy. He didn’t want to leave but their was no way that her aunt and uncle would allow him to stay the whole summer without a really good reason and it was just to dangerous to let them know about Buffy. After many promises that she would be here, he agreed to go home and would return three weeks before school to help her with transfiguring.
Hearing a soft curse, she looked at Neville sitting beside her. She could feel the slayer inside rising up closer to the surface. There was something about him beyond the fact of making her think of Willow. It was like an itch just out of reach or static electricity running up her spine. She didn’t know what it was, but she did know that he was important. Important for what, she knew not, only she had to protect him at all cost. She guessed it was a good thing that he was staying for the rest of summer, she would hate to see what would happen if he had decided to go home.