Log: Angel & Buffy Who: Angel and Buffy What: First meeting in Goodland When: Today (7/28), early evening Where: In the city Warnings: TBD
In the short amount of time Angel had been in Goodland, the had been plenty of excitement going on with so many residents being aged up or down, not remembering any about why or how they were in such a strange place, and missing memories about themselves and others. As someone who had lived multiple lifetimes, Angel was thankful to have been spared since God only knew what personality would surface if his mind was sent into the past or even into the future. Since he was so new, the only real effect he'd felt from the spell or whatever it had been was Bonnie not remembering him for a few days. Still, they barely knew one another anyway, outside of their first meeting, so it wasn't that big of a deal all things considered.
In the week he'd been in Goodland, Angel kept to apartment. He didn't trust himself yet around people, and he was thankful for the small miracle that he'd been place in an apartment by himself for now. He was growing stronger and practicing meditation, and he'd managed to locate a butcher shop that would sell him blood and without asking too many questions. The last thing he needed was to go without blood around a group of strangers and slip up because he couldn't control his hunger. The one person he had spoken to was going through her own issues with the spell gone wrong, and the one person Angel did know from home, he was avoiding. Mostly.
Seeing Buffy again had brought up a wide range of varying emotions for varying reasons. Relief, guilt, happiness, longing, disgust, anger. She'd seemed happy during the few times he'd watched her. With the ability to be more or less a normal teenage girl, Angel almost felt selfish for wanting to insert himself into her life all over again. But, at the same time, he knew Bonnie had been right. If Buffy ever found out, and she would find out, that he was here and didn't reveal himself to her, she'd be hurt and would probably kill him all over again.
The problem with waiting until the spell had calmed down was that now, Angel didn't know how to approach her. He couldn't simply knock on her door and announce that he was here. He didn't want to jump out at her in surprise. The longer he waited, the harder it was going to be, but he knew he needed to tell her he was her. He wanted to tell her, to be able to see her without skulking in the shadows, but he had no idea what her life had been like here. What she'd been doing... or who she may have met.
He'd been able to find out where she'd been working at a clothing store, and once the sun had set, he left the apartment and waited for when she got off her shift. It wasn't long before he saw the flash of blonde hair exit the store. Angel stepped out from where he was standing and stopped on the sidewalk a few paces back from her, calling her name.