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Kiss the Rain (Part 6)
By Blu

Disclaimer: All rights reserved for Joss Whedon, the WB, Mutant Enemy, etc. I used the characters for my own personal enjoyment and that of others, not for profit. I have nothing, so don't expect much if you decide to sue.

The rights to the song "Kiss the Rain" belong to whoever owns them, and it's not me. I am using the song as my own personal derivation for this story, nothing else. I also only used the lyrics that fitted with my story, so some will be left out. Oh, and the song is inside these *** little things.

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Part 6

Giles removed the teens from the fight scene as quickly as he could. Buffy took Angel's arm and pulled him along with her as she walked home.

Buffy refused to release his arm. It was almost as if she thought he would disappear if she let go of him. She sighed gratefully.

"I am so glad you're here!" she murmured, lying her head on his shoulder.

Angel did not reply.

"Angel?" Buffy asked quietly. He pulled away slightly. Buffy looked up into his face. It was set as stone. Angel pulled his arm away from Buffy's grasp. She felt tears spring to her eyes. Maybe he just needs time to adjust. Buffy tried to think positively. Her heart cried out. Why is he so cold and distant?

Buffy didn't speak for the remainder of the walk home. When Angel paused at the edge of her front yard, Buffy turned to him.

"Thanks for walking me home," she said coolly. Then, taking him by surprise, Buffy took his face in her hands and kissed his mouth. She turned away to hide her tears. Let him take that home with him!

Angel stepped back into the shadows. He watched her strut up to the front door. She was actually home before her curfew tonight. Won't her mom be thrilled? Then Angel turned and walked into the darkness, his soul aching.

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Buffy watched him fade away into the night from her window. She sat on the edge of her bed and unconsciously began fiddling with her claddagh ring.

******As I walk this land of broken dreams
I have visions of many things
Happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion******

Her heart ached for the comfort of Angel's arms.

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Angel walked Sunnydale's streets (not that there were that many of them), thinking of nothing but her. She had taken an awful risk in facing Angelus. He hadn't been sure at all that he could overpower the demon in control of his body.

******I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows searching for light
Cold and alone, no comfort in sight******

He felt awed that Buffy could trust him so much, but that trust had put her in danger before. I'll just go away, and never come back. Angel nodded decisively to himself. But I love her. Angel frowned darkly. If I love her, I don't want her to be hurt again. Angel sighed.

******There's no hope for beginning
All that's left is an unhappy ending
I've been searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care******

******

Buffy nervously paced her bedroom floor. I'm going to go crazy without him, I've been without him for so long. Without reserve she climbed out her window and began prowling the streets, waiting to feel the funny tingle she always felt when Angel was near. It was different than the feelings she felt around other vamps, subtler, more warm than cold. Like Angel.

******And I miss you
Like the deserts miss the rain******

I miss my old, brooding Angel...(don't we all?)

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It began to mist lightly, and sprinkled rain off and on. Angel turned his face up to the sky and a groan was ripped from his throat. I have to get my mind off Buffy.

The sight of a tall, skinny vampire about to prey on a young girl spurred Angel into action. He knocked the vamp off its feet and dispatched it rather quickly. He turned to the girl, only to be surprised when she showed a vampire visage. Must have been a trap. Angel drew a stake from his coat pocket. Ya think! he thought with a laugh. After a brief struggle, the smaller female vampire was a bit of mud being washed down the street.

Angel roamed the streets. It was nearing dawn when he spotted a familiar figure. Buffy.

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The clammy night air pressed in on Buffy's lungs. I've been prowling for hours and I haven't seen hide nor hair of Angel. Buffy began to get desperate. What if he's already left Sunnydale. I know how Angel's mind works. He doesn't want me to be in danger. Buffy felt tears begin streaming down her face. She angrily wiped them away with the back of her hand.

All of a sudden a large male vampire tackled Buffy from behind. The breath whooshed from her lungs. She landed two good punches and rolled away as the vamp got up. Her eyes glittered dangerously, still filled with unshed tears. Two kicks, three punches and a single stab later the vamp was dust. Buffy brushed of her clothes. A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

"You could've picked a better night to mess with me," she said to the dust still falling in the misty air. A shiver ripped it's way down Buffy's spine. She spun and spotted a tall form in the shadows. A surprisingly gutteral growl issued form Buffy's lips and she took a flying leap at the shadow. It surprised the attacker so much that he ended up pinned beneath her boots, almost the same way he had been the very first time they met.

"Buffy, it's me!" Angel protested with an apologetic grin. Buffy removed her boot and he sat up.

"Angel!" Buffy purred in a sugary-sweet voice. She leaned down, pretending to help him off his backside. Instead, she punched him so hard his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped back onto the ground, unconscious. Buffy shook her hand gingerly.

"Ow," she muttered, rising from her crouch.

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Angel's brain kicked back in. The first thing it told him was "SHE HIT ME!" Angel rolled his head back and forth, confusion setting in. The fog clouding his brain rolled out to sea. Angel sat up swiftly, his backbone ramrod straight, ignoring the pain in his head. His eyes flashed open.

"You hit me!" He accused. Buffy was nowhere to be seen. And this wasn't a Sunnydale street, it was a bedroom. Buffy's bedroom. Angel's brow furrowed. Then he glanced at the window. Sunlight was peaking through the edges of the closed curtains.

Angel grimaced and pulled himself off the bed. He rubbed his face roughly, opened the door and slowly padded down the hall.

When he arrived in the kitchen doorway, Angel flinched. Bright sunlight streamed thought the kitchen window. Buffy paced across the small kitchen floor, oblivious to the sunshine that turned her hair a thousand shades of gold. She turned abruptly to Angel. Her eyes visibly brightened before she shuttered them.

"You're up," she said flatly, closing the shade immediately. Angel now stepped into the room.

"We need to talk," Angel leaned casually on the kitchen counter (the island part).

Buffy nodded, her face expressionless, and picked up a half-full coffee mug that was sitting in front of her. She sipped absently at it, her eyes glued to Angel. He shifted under her gaze.

"Buffy," Angel began quietly. "I tried to leave Sunnydale last night," he confessed, adjusting his jacket cuff nervously.

"I know." Buffy's voice emerged emotionless, but her insides were twisted in knots. "And I know why."

Angel's eyes took a full measure of Buffy. He smiled awkwardly. "I guess you do."

Buffy reached out and touched Angel's arm.

******Let me see you through, 'cause I've seen the dark side too
When the falls on you, you don't know what to do
Nothing you confess could make me love you less

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you******

"But I didn't . . ." Angel interrupted himself. "I couldn't leave Sunnydale." Angel looked down at her hand resting on his arm. "Couldn't leave you." his voice was low.

"How sweet," Buffy's voice was carefully controlled. Her heart was thudding, betraying her. She wondered if Angel could hear it. He could've told her that he could, but he didn't think she'd particularly care for that tidbit of information right now.

"You're mad," Angel stated, not really requiring an answer.

"No." Buffy swallowed with difficulty. "I..." Buffy set her coffee cup down abruptly, causing a loud clang. She removed her hands from Angel's arm and wrapped both of her arms around herself, and turned slightly away.

"Buffy, talk to me," Angel touched her back. She turned swiftly to him and threw her arms around his waist.

"I don't want you to leave me," Buffy murmured into his shirt.

********Angel eyes with your angel eyes
Will you always be there to hold me
Angel eyes I'm satisfied
I don't want to hear your story
'Cause I can see the things
I really want to see
I'm in love

I believe in what I'm feeling
I'd give everything up just for you
Love is devoted to those who see
that the last dance, you dance with the truth

Angel eyes with your angel eyes
Will you always be there to hold me
Angel eyes I'm satisfied
I don't want to hear your story
'Cause I can see the things I really want to see
In your eyes********

"Angel, I don't want to hear how you don't want me to get hurt, how you want to protect me. I already know all that stuff. I just want you to love me. That's all I ask of you. I just want your love. Nothing else."

*******Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine, I'm leaving my life in your hands
People say I'm crazy and that I am blind, risking it all in a glance
How you got me blind is still a mystery, I can't get you out of my head
Don't care what is written in your history, as long as you're with me

I don't care who you are, where you're from, what you did
As long as you love me
Who you are, where you're from, don't care what you did
As long as you love me

Every little thing that you have said and done, feels like it's deep within me
Doesn't really matter if you're on the run, it seems like we're meant to
be*******

Angel closed his eyes. How in the world can she love me the way I am?

Buffy took a hold of herself mentally and stepped back. Angel's arms felt empty without her in them. "So what do you say?" she asked softly, almost afraid to meet his eyes.

********Every heartbeat bears your name
loud and clear they stake my claim
my red blood runs true blue
and every heartbeat belongs to you.********

Angel grinned. "I still say you should've been a psychologist."

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