| Unspoken, Spoken |
[01 Jan 2008|06:40pm] |
He watched impassively as Spike finished off the demon, lit a cigarette, and strolled out of the alley as though he hadn’t a care in the world. Even though he was certain he had not been seen, Angel was careful not to let his feelings show.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the familiar presence until it was right behind him. Startled by the unexpected arrival, at a loss for words, he froze.
“Hurt him and you’re dust.”
The trust in the harshly spoken words broke his paralysis.
“Buff-“
But he knew it was already too late, she was gone.
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