Betrayal BY the Heart
Willow was running, running away from the things that she had just
seen. Oz lying on top of another woman. In what was an obviously
intimate way? How could he have done this to me, oh my god, what am I
going to do? Why is he doing this to me? What did I do wrong? Who is
that other girl? I think I've seen her around. Oh god, how could I
have not known. How long has this been going on? Where can I run? I
can't go home he'll probably drop by to visit… Buffy's out
patrolling…
I can't take Xander and Cordilia right now… Giles will be of no
help…. Where can I go? Willow ran to the only person left, and
prayed
he be in a good mood.
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Angel sat in a large chair reading Les Misarbles, the French version,
his muscular form poured into tight black clothing. I wonder what
Buffy's up to. Something that doesn't envolve you. That's good we
shouldn't tempt fate. Oh shut up…you so want to jump her bones.
It doesn't matter if I want to, as long as I don't. I give you two
weeks. Shut up. Angel frowned down at his book. Are you crazy if you
talk to yourself? NO only if you get a reply. There was a knock at
the door and angel rose to get it, happy for a distraction from his
thoughts.
Standing in his doorway was Willow. Her clothes were soaked from
rain, her hair plastered to her face. Tears mingled with rainwater. "
Willow? What's wrong?" What had happened to the girl? Why was she
here? Don't girls always go to their best friends when there is a
problem? Why wasn't she crying on Buffy or Xander's doorstep? OH wait
I'm staring. " Come in Willow. Can I get you something? Let's see if
I can't find something for you to put on", Angel rambled. Willow
nodded," Thank you Angel. I uh came over to…" Willow realized
that
she didn't know why she had come. Angel was most definitely not the
most comforting person she knew. In fact she was very much afraid of
him. " It's cool Willow. I mean I guess I kinda owe you this. You
rescuing me from Hell and all," angel said. Willow was shocked, her
saving Angel had never been a big thing to her, and sure it was a
test of the Wiccan abilities. Saving Angel had been the thing to do,
like one time when she had been climbing trees with Xander. She had
heard a sound as the branches bellow them and had screamed for Xander
to move to another branch. A friend had been in trouble and she had
had to do something that was all it was. By the time Willow had
pulled herself from her thoughts Angel was gone. Probably upstairs to
one of the many bedrooms in this gigantic house.
Willow shivered it was cold, she remembered Buffy saying something
about Angel keeping a fire going in the den. All she had to do was
find it before she froze to death. Well behind her was the door,
forward was the stair well, to the right was another hallway and to
the left a wall. Right it is. Her shoulders hunched, arms wrapped
around her, Willow set off. The next room was dark and obviously not
used, but there was a doorway on the other side, Forward march. The
next room was indeed den, fireplace and all. Willow walked up to the
large hearth stretching towards the warmth; she glanced over at the
armchair sitting not far off. There was a book in the seat; maybe
Angel was reading it. No duh he's the only one here Willow. Curiosity
overcame Willow and she inched herself over to the chair. Willow was
bending down to examine when she heard someone clearing their throat.
She spun around, "Angel! Hi, I was trying to get warm a little."
"Okay."
In his hand Angel held a large T-shirt, "Um I couldn't find any
pants."
" Ok. Um is they're somewhere I can change."
" Oh yeah," Angel led her back to the staircases and up a flight of
stairs, down along hallway, until came to a large oak door. Angel
gestured to Willow that this was the room and turned away. Willow
went inside. This wasn't Angel's room, she could tell from Buffy's
description. This room was dark, the walls bare, the large canopy bed
in front of her was made up with black sheets. Willow hurried getting
dressed this room frightened her.
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Out in the hall Angel wondered again why Willow had appeared at his
door. There was something wrong, he had seen tear trails down her
cheeks. It must have been something if she had come here instead of
Buffy's. What am I going to do, the last teenager I dealt with was
Buffy and even then I didn't do to well. Willow is a lot more fragile
than Buffy, what if I say something and she starts crying again. Well
you can't turn her away after all she's done for you. He heard the
door creak open and turned to face, the troubled teen.