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I groaned softly as Cordelia and Wesley walked into his office. How awkward was that? He couldn't even look at me. Nice. And we're supposed to work together and he can't even stand the sight of me. Great, just great. I felt like absolute shit. I'd thought what I was doing, going to England, being with him, had been the right thing. I really thought that deep down, the old Fred was still alive and it was a true love I was feeling. But, I was wrong. I was just..having residual feelings from the memories Illyria gave me.
I glanced at the office and sighed. They must have had that one big true love thing going on. Because for his Fred to be dead and me to only have her memories, but still feel that kind of love for him, even a little...meant it was powerful and should have lasted forever. But it didn't and I had to remind myself that it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame. I have to move on and start something new, something fresh, and find out who I was.
I looked over at Spike who was lighting a cigarette and studied him for a minute. He was cocky and strong and funny and pretty much the only person that I trusted right now. And I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. He was a vampire! Sure, a vampire with a soul, but...still...blood sucker! But there was something about him that made me trust him and I decided to trust my instincts, even as few as they were.
I pulled my feet up on the couch and saw Spike looking at me, "What?" I shifted uncomfortably, but before he had a chance to answer me men, armed with guns, crossbows, and stakes burst through the doors. I yelped in surprise and almost fell off the couch. Spike was in a fighting stance, his cigarette crushed on the floor. I turned and saw Wesley and Cordelia at the door, weapons in their hands. I reached back and groped for the knife I'd had earlier and waited.
Wesley stepped forward and glared at them, "What is the meaning of this?"
I glanced at the office and sighed. They must have had that one big true love thing going on. Because for his Fred to be dead and me to only have her memories, but still feel that kind of love for him, even a little...meant it was powerful and should have lasted forever. But it didn't and I had to remind myself that it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame. I have to move on and start something new, something fresh, and find out who I was.
I looked over at Spike who was lighting a cigarette and studied him for a minute. He was cocky and strong and funny and pretty much the only person that I trusted right now. And I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea. He was a vampire! Sure, a vampire with a soul, but...still...blood sucker! But there was something about him that made me trust him and I decided to trust my instincts, even as few as they were.
I pulled my feet up on the couch and saw Spike looking at me, "What?" I shifted uncomfortably, but before he had a chance to answer me men, armed with guns, crossbows, and stakes burst through the doors. I yelped in surprise and almost fell off the couch. Spike was in a fighting stance, his cigarette crushed on the floor. I turned and saw Wesley and Cordelia at the door, weapons in their hands. I reached back and groped for the knife I'd had earlier and waited.
Wesley stepped forward and glared at them, "What is the meaning of this?"