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Bodyguard
by Scribs

Buffy set the envelope down on the table and sighed in frustration. "Another one?" Alex, her limo driver asked. She nodded. "Yep." Alex had known about the letters since the first one, for he had been the one to discover it. "10 days." She read aloud. "Ten days till what?" She thought. She wished she was back in Sunnydale. Giles would know what to do. But if she went back to Sunnydale, she would be interfering with the training of the new slayer. And Giles, she knew, wouldn't permit that.

Sighing again, she picked up the phone and hit speed dial. "Hello?" Piped a cheery voice. "Wil? I got another one." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know. And that scares me." "Maybe you should call..." "No. Absolutely not." Willow suddenly grew serious. "Both of you need to get over that. It's over, it's done with. He told you that he would be there for you if you needed help. You need help. Call him." "But.." "Call him." Buffy finally gave in.

"All right. I'll call him."

"Yes is this Sarah Summers. Is Mr. O'Conner home?" "Just a minute." The maid put Buffy on hold and thought for a minute. "What would Sarah Summers want with Mr. O'Conner?" Shaking her head, she pressed the intercom button. "Mr. O'Conner?" Angel picked it up in the library. "Yes?" He answered. "Sarah Summers is on the phone. Should I put her through?" Angel froze. What did Buffy want after a year of staying away from him? "Mr. O'Conner?" The maid asked again. Angel swallowed. "Put her through."

Angel sat in silence for a moment, pondering what she wanted. The phone ringing made him physically jump out of his chair. Hand shaking, he reached for the phone. "Hello?" "Angel? It's Buffy. I need your help." "What's wrong?" "Could you just come to my house?" "Of course. I'll be there in a few minutes." "Thank you." Came the whispered reply. The hollow click sounded in his ear, signaling that she had hung up. He hung up the phone slowly. What was bothering Buffy so much that she contacted him out of the blue after a year? He sighed and picked up his jacket. He would find out soon enough. Buffy's heart pounded as she watched the black corvette come up the drive. After a year, she was going to see Angel again. She watched as the car pulled up the front of the house and come to a stop. She walked away to the window to stand in front of the fireplace and stare into the fire. Then she turned her head towards the coffee table which held all of the letters she had received. Would he think that she was playing a joke on him? If he did, would he become angry with her? She let out a shaky breath as she waited for the butler to show Angel to the library where she waited.

As the butler opened the door for him, Angel could see that the only light in the large room came from a fireplace. The firelight danced off the rows and rows of books lined on the walls. That's when he noticed her. If he had breath, it would have caught in his throat. She was standing in front of the fireplace, wearing a black and peach kimono. The silk accented her curves to perfection. Her hair was flowing down her back to end just at her waist. As the firelight highlighted her hair and face, he swore he was looking at an angel. Inside, his heart ached for her to be his angel again. For him to be able to hold her tiny body close to his as they slept between satin sheets. To be able to steal long, passionate kisses as they patrolled together. To wrap his arms around her waist as she gently rocked their child to sleep in her arms.

He was shaken out of his daydream as she turned to him. "Hey." She whispered. His heart clenched. "Hey." He whispered back. They stood in silence, for a few seconds before he spoke up. "What's wrong?" She looked over at the coffee table where the letters remained and walked over to them. "I've been receiving these for a while. And they're starting to kinda scare me." Angel walked over to where she stood and picked up one of the letters. It was the latest one. He read it quickly and turned back to her. "Which number did it start at?" "One hundred." "And this is the latest one?" She nodded. "What measures have you taken?" "Tighter security, bodyguards...you name it I've done it." That's when she started to shiver and tears started to roll gently down her face. "I'm just so scared Angel. I'm just so scared." She whispered brokenly.

Angel wanted to comfort her in his embrace, but he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure of it. Buffy had been the one to walk away from him. He wouldn't do anything unless she wanted him to. By this time, she had turned away from him and was busily drying her eyes. "Well," She sniffed. "looks like I've made a complete fool of myself." Angel knew she needed time alone. He had to get out of there. As quick as possible. "I should get going." He said quickly. But he gave her a look that begged her to tell him not to leave. But all she did was nod. "All right. It was good seeing you again." "And you too." He turned, left the library, and let himself out of the house. As he climbed into his corvette, he wondered. "That man I stopped the night of the Grammies. He must be the one behind it. But who is he?" The black 'vette roared to life as he turned the key and it rumbled down her driveway and into the dark night. The man watched as Angel drove away from Buffy's house. "There's no way you can protect her." The man thought. "She will be mine. No matter what you try to do, she will be mine." With hard eyes staring after Angel, the man turned his attention back to Buffy's house. Particularly, the library window.

Five days later, Angel was getting no where in finding out the identity of the man he had fought at the Grammies. He had called Kate at the LA police department, gave her a description of the man, but she had come back empty handed, saying that there was no one on record that matched the description. Doyle had called in practically every single favor demons and low life's owed him and he had come up empty handed as well. What was he going to do? The letters reached zero in four days and he had no way to stop it.

Though he wasn't with her anymore, Angel felt more protective toward Buffy than what he ever did when they were a couple. He pinched the bridge of his nose and thought a minute. What if it wasn't someone from the outside. What if it was someone close to her? But if that was true, who was it? She had few people close to her, so that made it easy. But still, what if he went to Buffy with his suspicions and he turned out to be wrong? She wouldn't want to see or talk to him ever again. He sighed. Sometimes, having two jobs got the best of him. And this was one of those times.

The next morning, Buffy woke up shivering. She looked toward the window and saw that it was open. "I didn't leave that open." She thought. She looked towards the night stand and saw an envelope laying on it. She froze when she saw her name in bold strokes on it. She looked around her before slowly sitting up and reaching out to open it. When she opened it, she noticed that there was more on it than what they usually held. It read, "He can't protect you. He can't keep you safe from me. Nothing will stand in my way. 9 days."

"Oh my god. He knows I told Angel." She thought.

Meanwhile, Angel was down in his apartment. All the lights were off save for a few candles in the living room where Angel was doing Thi Chi Meditations. His mind was cleared of everything. Nothing entered his mind that made him worry. He was solely concentrated on the movements he made. Until the phone rang. Frustrated, he went over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" No one answered him. "Hello?" He asked again. "You can't protect her." Came the raspy voice. "In nine days, she will be mine." "Who are you!? What do you want with her!?" Angel shouted into the phone. But all he received in response was a hollow click, signaling that the person on the other end of the line had hung up. He hung up the phone, sat down on the couch, and hung his head in his hands. What was he going to do? All he knew was that he couldn't let Buffy now that this man had contacted him and said that. It would only worry her more. And that was the last thing he needed.

Buffy didn't feel safe in her house anymore. The numbers had reached 1 that morning. Ever since she had woken up and found her bedroom window open, she had been uneasy as to if she truly was safe. She hadn't heard back from Angel yet and she was getting nervous. What if something had happened to him? What if he was dead? What would she do without him? She shook her head clear of the thoughts. "No." She thought. "He's fine. He can take care of himself." She stood up from her sitting position on her bed and walked into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror for a few minutes wondering, "What have I become? I'm the former Slayer. I've handled worse than this. But I'm starting to become just a fradey cat." She then smiled at herself, and looked down at her hands. That's when the rag soaked in chloroform was shoved over her mouth and nose. She instantly brought her hands up to the rag to try to pry it off of mouth so she could breathe, but her vision was swimming in and out of focus. With a groan, she gave up the fight and fell to the floor in an untidy heap.

Angel had just stepped into the shower when the news came on the radio. "There's a 20 car pile up coming off the mousetrap so if you're headed that way, expect to wait to get through. And in other news, singing sensation Sarah Summers was reported missing from her home this morning..." The water started to run cold as Angel's brain shut down. "Buffy's missing?! That's just not possible!" That was then his memory kicked in and he groaned. Today the letters she had been recieving reached one. "Oh no," He moaned as his body sagged against the shower wall. "Buffy." He sobbed.

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