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	Title: Switch In Identities Chapter Title: Olympic Star Author: Baby Blues E-mail: purely_blissful@hotmail.com Rated: R Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but the story is. Summary: Angel finds Buffy in a skating rink. They run into a few demons. Dedication: To Erin. The other crackhead. Excerpt: ~Angel: You’re a vampire . . . ~Buffy: So what? . . . What does that makes me? . . . An unfeeling dead corpse that’s just walking around killing and maiming the innocent? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~In The End~ Linkin Park //It starts with One thing/I don’t know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind/I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away It’s so unreal Didn’t look out below Watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on/But didn’t even know Wasted it all just to Watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried/It all fell apart What it meant to me/Will eventually/Be a memory/Of a time when// Angel moved slowly down the soft and tough blue padding as the chosen song drifted to his ears. It was a haunting medley of anguish and sorrow. It was something that shouldn‘t have twisted at his heart, but did . . . from what, he wasn’t entirely sure. He watched with keen brown eyes as the beautiful female form skated across the ice like she was born to be there. A ballerina floating just above it, looking as though she was skimming just above it. She was like a fairy enchanting the solid water with her grace. She was elegant and refined. Her body a limber vessel of beauty, confident enough to show both tenderness and strength within a dance. And he watched, mesmerized as she continued to skate with innocent abandon. Dressed casually in baby blue silk sweat pants, a white top, and a matching sweater with a hood dangling in the back. Her white skates melded within the bright white ice, making her look as though she was a part of it. Her golden hair was tied up in two pigtails, making her look child like and even more beautiful because of the purity it portrayed. She was magnificent. //I tried so hard And got so far In the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all In the end It doesn’t even matter// Too bad the music didn’t fit her beauty and outer appearance of absolute virtuousness. As the sad lyrics surrounded them both, and as she turned and twisted on the hard surface of the skating rink like a professional skater, there was no denying the sadness which she was suffering in. And Angel wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and make the pain go away. No woman, as wonderful and as gorgeous as she was, should endure in any heartbreak. She shouldn’t be drowning in grief. She should survive it and learn from it instead. He was so caught up in watching her that he didn’t even comprehend that she had seen him and was skating towards him, panting a bit . . . even if she didn’t actually need to breath. Angel’s face turned hard in remembrance, and his back stiffened when she finally approached him. She smiled warmly at him, not noticing the sharp edges of his aura. “How’d you find me?” “I have my sources,” he replied tersely. She quirked a perfect brow. “Anything I can help you with?” “You can start by explaining about your being a vampire,” he replied. //One thing/I don’t know why Doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind/I designed this rhyme To remind myself how I tried so hard In spite of the way you were mocking me Acting like I was part of your property Remembering all the times you fought with me/I’m surprised It got so [far] Things aren’t the way they were before You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore Not that you knew me back then But it all comes back to me In the end You kept everything inside and through I tried/It all fell apart What if meant to me/Will eventually/Be a memory/Of a time when I . . . // Buffy’s face stared at him in surprise as well as horror. How he had found out, she’ll probably know soon. But she actually didn’t want him to know. Especially about her being a vampire. “How . . . “ “I told you,” he said, gazing at her with cold eyes that used to look at her with such love and lust, “I have my sources.” “Obviously,” she answered softly. “You’re a vampire . . . “ “So what?” she asked calmly, fighting the tears and the hurt that was consuming her insides, “What does that makes me? . . . An unfeeling dead corpse that’s just walking around killing and maiming the innocent?” she countered, holding back the anger and the pain at being seen as the enemy . . . especially when it came from him. “Do you?” he snapped with a frown. She smiled bitterly. “You would like that wouldn’t you?” she asked him and then stared at his deep chocolate brown eyes. “I may be a vampire, Angel . . . “ she informed him. “But I have a soul of a human being,” she said, “Think of that the next time we have this conversation,” he told her before sadly skating away, the song the only thing he heard as he watched her leave. //I put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go And for all this There’s only one thing you should know . . . I put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go And for all this There’s only one thing you should know . . . I tried so hard And got so far In the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all In the end It doesn’t even matter// Continue to Chapter 8: Wicked Lovers Back to Chapter 6: Pain In the Ass