| "Twice in a Lifetime" |
| Part 7 by Sineya |
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Disclaimer: They’re mine, mine, all mine! Summary: Buffy’s always been different, so when she was told she was the slayer she was relieved, it answered her question of,"What am I?." Now in a Roswell, NM, she finds her real destiny, and learns that true love can happen twice in a lifetime. Category: After Hours Rating: NC-17 Authors Note: For all intents and purposes of this story, I’d like those who read this story, to try and pretend that Michael and Angel look exactly the same, using Michael's image. No, I don't think they actually look alike, but for this story I'm gonna pretend. |
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| Buffy walked into the school, a sleepless night had driven her too come to the there early to paint. Painting had always helped
her get through tough times, and she was pretty good. She reached into her bag, pulled out her discman and headphones, and
popped Sarah Mclachlan’s Surfacing into it. She stood in front of the easel, and started painting, the first thing that came to mind
-a cave. She turned the C.D. to number 7, and started singing aloud with it, unknowing to her that there was another student walking down the hall, towards the art room, one who had a lot on his mind as well, who’d also had the same idea. Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay Buffy sang along with Sarah. Her voice was so beautiful, that the man walking in the hallway stopped to listen, recognizing the song from its played-outness, whoever was singing it, had such a beautiful voice. ~There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it’s hard at the end of the day~ He stopped in the doorway, stunned by the sight before him. ~I need some distraction Oh, beautiful release Memory seeps through my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight~ There stood the girl, Buffy, the girl he couldn’t get out of his mind. ~In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You’re in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here~ *She sounds so sad.* She had haunted his dreams all through the night. What was it about her that drew him? She seemed so different. He watched as she picked up some brown paint. ~So tired of the straight line And everywhere yo turn There’s vultures and thieves at your back And the storm keeps on twisting You keep building the lie That you make up for all that you lack~ Dabbing it onto the canvas, she started spreading it around, she put down her paintbrush down, and started using her hands, *Those are beautiful hands, what would they feel like on me?* He wondered. ~It don’t make no difference escaping one last time It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie~ She seemed to be making a shadow of a man. ~Your in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there Your in the arms of the angel May you find Some comfort here~ He watched as she stepped back from the painting, shaking her head, she didn’t seem to like it. Then all of a sudden she lifted her hand to the top of the painting, and waved it over that portion. And the paint disappeared. |
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