|Buffy Anne Summers (theslaybelle) wrote in hellascenes,|
Buffy was determined not to let Angelus get to her. It wasn't really him. He'd be going back in his cage once they could figure all of this out. He didn't have perfect happiness, there was no way. Buffy had to believe that whatever was affecting Angel was directly related to what was affecting all of them. It wasn't real, and that meant that Angelus wouldn't be out to play for long. She was willing to bet that he knew that too. And then it'd be back into his box.
She stood up, still staying where she was at the moment, but now she was facing him. She wanted to make sure he wasn't going to try anything, but she didn't plan on getting closer unless she had to. This was not the worst thing that could happen. She could handle Angelus, or whatever version of him this was. Angel had been afraid he would get out, this had to be what it was. They would not be ruled by their fears. They couldn't be. Buffy knew they had to fight. Angel knew that too, deep down, she was sure.
She crossed her arms, and studied him with a glare. She decided to ignore his comment about Willow. Willow had been here, but Buffy didn't know where she was now. And she didn't know how to find her. They just had to try and wait this out or something. They could do that, couldn't they? She was at least willing to try.
"Angel didn't misplace his soul, he's still there." Buffy told him, with confidence. "And what are you even talking about?" Something from the future, probably. And he could have easily been lying. Angelus did like to twist words around. She was all too familiar with that. But she was hardly the seventeen year old girl she'd once seen, when he'd come out the first time. There was no point in re-ensouling Angel now, because he hadn't really lost it.