463 - Snake's eye view - Obsession - Dragon's Phoenix - BtVS

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Title: Obsession (scene from second chapter)

Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 463 - snake's eye view
Rating: PG
Word Count: 822

She swung back and patrolled through Restfield cemetery a second time. Never could be too careful with those wacky vampires. There hadn't been any risings earlier but maybe they were just sleeping in. They weren't sleeping in. The place was as dead as, well, as a grave. Time to move on. There was no action here and besides, if she didn't get a move on the butcher would have closed.

Buffy checked her watch. Oh. The butcher would have closed as in forty-five minutes ago. Damn. She still had to pick up blood for Angel. He could go without for a night, right? Vampires couldn't find victims every night. They must be able to fast at least for a night or two. Except Angel was wounded, sick, and it was her fault for sending him to hell and all. She owed him and, anyway, a wounded vampire probably needed more blood, not less.

Even Willy's was empty, emptyish she added as something skittered out of a dark corner and vanished out the back exit. Well of course it was empty. It was Sunday and that was a holy-ish day. Did demons do church? She was pretty sure they didn't. Maybe they all had to get up early for work. “And what can I do for the Slayer?”

At least Willy never changed. “Blood. I need blood.” Willy blinked at her. Oh, great, what was he making from this? “You got a problem with that?”

“No. No, the Slayer wants blood, who am I to question it? It just seems sort of odd, that's all. You want virgin?”

“As in the blood of a virgin? Wait, no, don't tell me, I don't want to know. Just give me plain, ordinary blood and I won't torch the place.”

He came back with a bag, one about the same weight as what she got from the butcher. Oh, he knew what she wanted it for alright. Buffy grabbed him by the collar. “I find out you've been asking around as to why I might want this, you'll be wishing I'd only torched your place.” He gave in easily, but that was Willy for you. She got out before she did decide to torch the place. At least that'd keep her busy a little while longer.

Buffy's heart was maybe at a cat's eye view as she approached Angel's mansion. Yeah, he'd been sort of wary of her for the last few days, ever since he'd come back really, but he'd been in hell or some kind of a hell dimension so of course he'd be freaked. Probably almost anyone would set him off except that of course Willow hadn't. He'd been all “Willow?” when he saw her as if she didn't scare him at all.

She stopped just outside the door and thought about banging her head against the heavy wooden doors. Of course he wasn't afraid of Willow. Who'd kissed him and told him to close his eyes before stabbing a sword through his chest and sending him to hell? Not Willow. Granted Willow had been all soul-giving backey but that was all off stage. He wouldn't have associated her with all the torment of hell. No, when he thought of that it was Buffy blamed, or at least associated with it. Damn, she was such an idiot. She could at least give Angel some time before freaking out because he wasn't the guy he used to be. Right. Time. She could do that. Time heals all wounds so she'd just give Angel all the time he needed and he'd get better.

Her heart didn't feel any better. It was still cat's eye viewish but that was okay. She could work on maybe getting it up to more of a large dog's eye view for the next visit. She ran a hand over her hair. Oh, no, her hair was probably messed up from that fighting and maybe she should go home and fix it up before going through that door and seeing Angel because with the wacky hair and all she'd probably look ever more scary. Buffy stopped and took a deep breath. She could do this. She could.

She pushed through the door. “Angel?”

He'd been standing, by the fireplace, and reading. He flinched as she called out his name and his book fell to the floor. He didn't even try to pick it up. He fled to the far side of the room and stared at her, stared as if he were sure she was about to attack him, as if he knew she'd hurt him again. Her heart sank even lower. Maybe it was as low as a snake's eye view. A snake, that's he thought she was. A viper that struck without warning, without reason even.

Buffy took two steps forward and left the blood on the coffee table. “I.” She didn't know how to finish that sentence. “Sorry.”