460 - Jurassic - Proposal - Dragon's Phoenix - BtVS

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Title: Proposal (1st scene)
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 460 - Jurassic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 506
Note: Second response to this prompt. I'm writing a birthday story so may as well.

“Gee, patrolling Jurassic Park. What fun.” The branch, hanging across her path, was heavy with lush dark leaves. As she pushed it up and out of her way, Buffy wished she hadn't been drawn to Angel's mansion. It wasn't like a bunch of demons would be skulking in its gardens. Okay, Spike, Drusilla, and Angel. Angelus that is. Angelus had set up home in the mansion but … But nothing. There was nothing here for her anymore and the sooner she figured that out, the better it'd be. She didn't need to be here. She should stick to the cemeteries.

Leaves rustled off to her left. There was a flash of movement, something pale, something big, here one moment and gone the next. Something seemed to crawl up her spine as she remembered that scene from the movie where the hunter, watching one dinosaur, called her a pretty girl and then another rushed him from the other side.

She tightened her grip on her stake and ran forward, racing around the bend as, bam, something crashed into her and knocked her to the ground. When she looked up, she saw Angel, not the Angel that she'd known but it wasn't Angelus either. His lips were wet with blood. He seemed more animal than man. He took a step toward her but then something changed. He turn and ran.

He was fast but not thinking and Buffy knew these trails. She cut him off and kicked out his leg as he ran fast, sending him sprawling to the ground. A couple of kicks and a punch to the face kept him down. Great, now what?

He was heavy, so heavy that she'd never have lugged him up without Slayer strength. It was a lot like carting off a dead demon, but no, he wasn't dead, or he was but not completely. Or something. She managed to get him chained up while he was still knocked out although she'd scraped his knees against the ground getting him back to the mansion.

He'd killed. She didn't know what – human, demon, animal – but his lips were bloody, had been bloody even when she'd found him. She should kill him. If he was Angelus, she had to kill him, but she couldn't, not until she knew which he was.

When he came to a spasm ran through his body and his gaze darted around like that of a wild animal in a trap. When he saw her, he jerked away, as far away as the chains would let him, and cowered against the wall. When she said his name, he looked up and, oh God, he was afraid, he was so afraid of her. She backed away, moved around the corner where he couldn't see her but he didn't calm down. No, he wouldn't, because, vamp senses, he could smell her. It was probably worse, smelling her but not seeing where she was. Buffy ran into the night, leaving Angel, Angelus, whoever he was, behind. What had they done to him?