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Title: Not The Only One 36/100 TtH Prompt: #28 Curse Summary: Buffy has a helper on her search for Angelus. Not The Only One “You didn’t have to come with me,” Buffy said as she briskly walked down a back street of Colorado Springs the following night. “I was curious,” Daniel said with a shrug, easily keeping pace. She stopped and turned to look at him. “No offense, Daniel, but I don’t have time for curious. Angel…Angelus has been loose for two days. Two days too long. I have to stop him and I don’t need you there analyzing everything.” “I won’t. I’m just curious about this curse you and Willow mentioned. I knew you wouldn’t discuss it with Mitchell around so…” “Argh,” Buffy said in frustration and started walking again. “He fed off the wrong girl a hundred years ago and her gypsy clan cursed him with a soul. Hello. Goodbye.” “Yeah, but there’s more. How did you learn about it? How do you know the difference between Angel and Angelus?” “It’s all in the past,” she said, with only a slightly hitch in her step. “But it’s coloring your present,” he argued. “Yeah? Well, that’s to be expected,” she snapped. “That’s a bunch of painful memories that I really don’t want to dredge up at the moment.” “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m trying to understand all of this,” Daniel said with a little frown. Buffy stopped again and she placed her fists on her hips. “Fine, you want to know? I’ll tell you. You guys seem so keen on knowing everything. I. Loved. Him. A lot. First love, it’s not something you get over easily. He was wonderful, handsome, and strong enough to fight next to me. Then we made love on my seventeenth birthday, and guess what?” Daniel shifted uncomfortably. “Umm, what?” “He turned evil. Literally. There was some loophole in the curse about perfect happiness. My love turned him evil. I had to watch evil wearing the face of the man I loved terrorizing my town, my friends, and my family. I couldn’t stop him because all I could see was the man I loved. The one man I shouldn’t have! How’s that for details? Do you understand now?” She yelled, angrily wiping the tears off of her cheeks. He softly cleared his throat. “I do and I empathize.” “Oh, you do, do you?” She sneered. “Maybe you haven’t read all the reports, but my wife of only a year was taken as a host. She was trapped in her body and forced to watch the Goa’uld commit atrocities through her. Teal’c killed her in front of me. So yes, I do,” he said sharply, surprised at the vehemence in his own voice. His blue eyes were filled with an old pain and he closed them slowly. When he opened them back up, the pain was gone and compassion filled them instead. Buffy blinked several times before saying, “Oh. I read, but I guess I didn’t… I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. For the first time she felt like there was someone who understood what she had gone through. It felt good and the pain that she had been harboring over the years lessened some. “Me, too,” he said with a sad smile. Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
