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My eyes opened and I sat quickly up in bed. The room was dark and quiet.. too quiet. I listened carefully for voices, but didn't hear any right now. Pulling back the covers, I stood up and stretched my limbs. For some reason, my arms and legs seemed to ache, probably from being so tense for a while now. I had good reason to be tense. With the way I left L.A. and then came here to Sunnydale to find out about Angel and Buffy? I couldn't take much more of this.
If it weren't for helping Angelus get reensouled, I'd hitail my way back to Texas in a heartbeat. In a way, I felt as if I didn't belong here anymore. This wasn't my town, I didn't know half of the people here, and I just wasn't sure of my place anymore. On the other hand, there was Cordy and Wesley. They were two of my best friends and I didn't want to leave them here like this. Angel.. Angelus was back and now there was Buffy to deal with.
There was always the chance to go back to L.A., but I didn't have a place there anymore either. Hell, I blew up the hotel when I tried to get rid of the demons, and it wasn't like Angel was heading back there anytime soon to get Angel Investigations up and running again. Then there was Charles.. Even after what he did to me.. I still think I loved him. It wasn't like it was before, but there was still something there. I think a part of me would always love him.
I stood infront of the mirror and looked at myself. The place where he had hit me was almost completely healed now. I doubt that our relationship would ever heal though. Even with the feelings I think I still felt for him, I didn't want to see him at all. Charles was the one person who I thought would never hurt me that way.. but he did. Shaking my head at the person in the mirror, I turned and went to walk out of the room.
Opening the door slowly and quietly, I peeked my head out of the door, but didn't see anyone. I was actually glad that I didn't see anyone right now. All I would probably be able to do would be smile and walk on by. I partly closed the door behind me and started down the hallway. Now, I could hear a couple voices downstairs, but I wasn't exactly sure who the voices belonged to so I decided against heading downstairs. It was strange. As much as I thought I wanted to be alone right now, I seemed to long for familiar company.
As I walked down the hallway, I saw that the room Wesley had been staying in was cracked just a little bit. He was probably asleep or if not just wanted to be alone, but I stopped at his door. Tapping lightly on the door, I peeked my head in to see if he was awake or even there at all. When I saw him, he was on the bed but his back to the door. I stood there for a second watching him, and tried to decide if I should go in or not.
[Open for Wesley]
If it weren't for helping Angelus get reensouled, I'd hitail my way back to Texas in a heartbeat. In a way, I felt as if I didn't belong here anymore. This wasn't my town, I didn't know half of the people here, and I just wasn't sure of my place anymore. On the other hand, there was Cordy and Wesley. They were two of my best friends and I didn't want to leave them here like this. Angel.. Angelus was back and now there was Buffy to deal with.
There was always the chance to go back to L.A., but I didn't have a place there anymore either. Hell, I blew up the hotel when I tried to get rid of the demons, and it wasn't like Angel was heading back there anytime soon to get Angel Investigations up and running again. Then there was Charles.. Even after what he did to me.. I still think I loved him. It wasn't like it was before, but there was still something there. I think a part of me would always love him.
I stood infront of the mirror and looked at myself. The place where he had hit me was almost completely healed now. I doubt that our relationship would ever heal though. Even with the feelings I think I still felt for him, I didn't want to see him at all. Charles was the one person who I thought would never hurt me that way.. but he did. Shaking my head at the person in the mirror, I turned and went to walk out of the room.
Opening the door slowly and quietly, I peeked my head out of the door, but didn't see anyone. I was actually glad that I didn't see anyone right now. All I would probably be able to do would be smile and walk on by. I partly closed the door behind me and started down the hallway. Now, I could hear a couple voices downstairs, but I wasn't exactly sure who the voices belonged to so I decided against heading downstairs. It was strange. As much as I thought I wanted to be alone right now, I seemed to long for familiar company.
As I walked down the hallway, I saw that the room Wesley had been staying in was cracked just a little bit. He was probably asleep or if not just wanted to be alone, but I stopped at his door. Tapping lightly on the door, I peeked my head in to see if he was awake or even there at all. When I saw him, he was on the bed but his back to the door. I stood there for a second watching him, and tried to decide if I should go in or not.
[Open for Wesley]