Buffy wasn't really patrolling the halls. There wasn't much need to, so she didn't have her scythe with her, nor was she carrying a stake. In fact, she looked positively harmless in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, on her way to the gym to work on the punching bag.
She had her earbuds in, her ipod tucked into the hidden pocket in her yoga pants and she was be-bopping along to some One Direction sssshhhh when she was confronted by a ghost from her past.
Quite literally.
Well, maybe not the ghost part. At least she hoped it wasn't the ghost part.
She ground to a halt, mouth gaping. First Faith and now Angel. Hotel? I could use a little break here between blasts from the past.
What came out was:
"Angel?"
Duh of course it was Angel and if she had any doubt there was that ever present tingle-tangle, static at the back of her neck, pulling at that ever so familiar bite on her neck and at the pit of her stomach. There was no mistaking who it was.
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She had her earbuds in, her ipod tucked into the hidden pocket in her yoga pants and she was be-bopping along to some One Direction
sssshhhhwhen she was confronted by a ghost from her past.Quite literally.
Well, maybe not the ghost part. At least she hoped it wasn't the ghost part.
She ground to a halt, mouth gaping. First Faith and now Angel. Hotel? I could use a little break here between blasts from the past.
What came out was:
"Angel?"
Duh of course it was Angel and if she had any doubt there was that ever present tingle-tangle, static at the back of her neck, pulling at that ever so familiar bite on her neck and at the pit of her stomach. There was no mistaking who it was.