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Part 3
Buffy and Angel were on their way back to his place. The walk was silent, yet their movements said everything. Angel's hand was gripped tightly in hers, pulling Buffy as close as possible, after the little confrontation with Kincaid, all Angel wanted to do was keep her in his arms and never let go. Kincaid wants Buffy and that meant taking her away from him, Angel knew the pain Kincaid must have been unbearable when his love was taken from him, so he assumed, but the pain Angel would feel would be excruciating if Buffy was taken away from him. She had become his strength and desires wrapped in one, she was, no, is the reason he fights. He fights to have another night, another night he could hold her in his arms, even though Angel maybe damned to hell, one moment in her arms is all the heaven he needed. And whatever reasons Kincaid has, didn't mean jack to him.
They arrived at his apartment in record time, Angel pulled out the key to open the door, until he noticed the door was slightly open. "Wait here" he told Buffy, and walked in, anger coursed throughout his body. The entire apartment was trashed. The wall had holes punched through, furniture was ripped, tables broken. Everything had been destroyed. You would have thought it was the random vampire getting revenge for Angel betraying his kind, but he knew who did it, just by looking at the note wrapped a red rose in the middle of the floor. He went to pick it up, and read what he recognized as Kincaid's handwriting:
You can run, but you can't keep her from me. Enjoy you night together, it'll be your last. Hope you like the remodeling, where are you going to take her now?
"Oh, God" Buffy whispered coming into the room. Angel looked up from the note at her, his face was hard as stone.
"Angel, I'm so sorry" She said, she saw the rose in his hand and knew exactly who did this.
"What are you sorry for?" Looking at her with gentle eyes "This isn't your fault"
"But..."
"No." He cut her off "I won't let you blame your yourself. He did this to piss me off, and it worked, he's doing this so we'll do something stupid, and he'll have us where he wants.
"Where are you going to stay?"
Giving her a slight grin "Buffy, I have plenty of places to stay, besides I told you I wanted to move anyway."
Buffy smiled just alittle, knowing what he said was true but she still felt bad about Angel having to adjust unexpectantly because some sicko wants her to be his love toy.
"Come on, let's get what's left and go" Angel said picking up some of his books, Buffy helped. After getting most of his and her stuff that was left into a box, they left.
Angel led Buffy across town, to Crawford Street. They approached a mansion, Buffy never knew existed. They walked through a well kept garden, that had a fountain in the center. Even though her mind was on Kincaid and what he might do next, it was blanked out as Buffy's breath caught at the sight, it was the most beautiful thing she seen, Angel looked down at her and smiled, he knew she would like the place that would be his new home. The anger had calmed down about the other apartment, besides this place was bigger and better.
"I've had it since I came to Sunnydale, in case of an emergency." Angel explained, as her eyes wandered, he led her into the main room with a fireplace. "Do you like it?"
"I love it, can..." She stopped herself, she really wanted to ask could she look around, but she still felt a little guilty about the other apartment. She didn't want to seem shallow.
Angel caught on to the vibe, he knew what she wanted to ask, and he knew why she didn't. Their vibe was so strong at times that their minds and feelings were open books to one another. "Go ahead."
Buffy smiled at him, then took off into the other room to look around. Angel set the box down and began to unpack his stuff, he took his clothes into the bedroom down the long hall. When that was finished, he came back into the main room and sat down on the couch, and went through his books. He had nothing else to do but relax, and keep guard at the sametime, Buffy was safe here, Kincaid wouldn't be able to find her here. Even though it puzzled him how Kincaid knew where he lived, and how he knew Buffy went there. Dismissing the thought for the time being, Angel pulled out the book he had been currently reading, it was one of Giles' old volumes, called "Philosphers of the Occult." It was quite interesting and all of sudden he had an impulse to read it, Angel started turning to the page he had left off at, until some loose pages had fallen out of the book. Cursing under his breath, he set the book down, while gathering up the pages, Angel came to a picture of Buffy or someone who looked like Buffy in old-fashioned clothes. He looked on the back of it, and it read:
"Delila Kincaid, age 22, date: 1903
At that point, Buffy had walked back into the room, she saw Angel staring intensely at a picture, and like other times wished she knew what he was thinking. "What's that?" She asked sitting down beside Angel, he glanced at her and motioned for her to look at the picture. When she looked, she couldn't believe her what she saw, it was her, Buffy took the picture and read what was on the back, it all made sense now, that's why Kincaid thought she was his wife. "Where did you get this?" Her voice demanding for answers, Angel flipped to the page where the picture was, and it gave a full explanation, Buffy scooted closer to see while Angel read:
"Delila Corrigan, a school teacher from London, England. Married to Jonathan Kincaid, a philosopher of demons and the occult, known to be deep into the arts of white and black magic. They were happily married for 5 years, she taught children and he used his knowledge to help people. Into the 3rd year of their marriage Delila Corrigan began an illicit affair with an Irish merchant, after being neglected by Kincaid. She remained married to Kincaid out of love and respect to him, she continued the affair and he let it continue. After the 5th year, she ran off with her lover, leaving Kincaid in the state of insanity, he began delving more into the black arts, to search for her. The record stopped after that."
When Angel finished, Buffy sat their trying to process all this info. "I think she left him in little bit more than the state of insanity, how about in the state of psychotic stalker." She said sarcastically
Angel stared at her wondering how she can make jokes, "Buffy, this is serious, he truly believes your his wife. He's used magic to keep himself young to look for her. And he's going to do whatever is necessary to get you, even if he has to kill."
Breathing a sigh, "I know. So what do you do when your being stalked by a guy who wants you as his honey? I mean I can't hide forever, and I don't really wanted to get to the point where I have to get violent. He maybe dangerous, but I don't think I can kill someone whose looking for there lost love."
Angel couldn't answer that, that was the one problem that couldn't be solved without retorting to violence. "You might have to"
"It's not that simple Angel, put yourself in his shoes."
Angel didn't want to put himself in Kincaid's shoes. He couldn't, the pain he
must have gone through. Angel didn't want to imagine what would happen if
Buffy left him to be with another, Angel felt only pity for Kincaid at the
moment, but it wouldn't justify that he was trying to take Buffy against her
will, those were his only motives. But she was right, it's not that simple.