Author: Chrissy
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so if it sucks..I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately none of these characters belong to me, well I *have* dreamed of Angel telling me that he was mine, but I am sure that doesn't count.
Summary: After S3..Angel has been suffering from amnesia for the past 4 years but has been cured. He comes back to Sunnydale and disguises himself as someone else to find out if Buffy still loves him like she use to.
Feedback: Yes, please.
"..and just like that everything came back to me. It feels great to remember who I am now, but God...four years of..."
Steward cut me off by handing me a glass of warm blood. It tasted good going down, and it was even better now knowing why I craved it so much.
"So, uhm..Angel.."
"Yes, that is my name."
"Wow, so you remember everything in your..uhh..unlife?"
"Yea, funny. Anyways, yes I remember. I remember how I became a vampire, how I got my soul, and then lost it, and..."
Her face flooded my head. My heart began to ache; four years ago I turned and walked out of her life to start my own, where I couldn't hurt her. I wondered what she had been thinking about since I left. I never meant to not make any contact with her, I wanted to talk to her even if it was every once in a while. And now all I could think of is what did *she* think about. Did she think I had just forgotten about her? Did she know what happened to me?
"..and? David..uhm..Angel, whatever.....and what? You in there?" Steward jogged me out of my daydream by waving his hand in my face.
"Buffy."
"Buffy?"
"It wasn't supposed to go like this Steward, I was supposed to come to LA and make a life for myself, have some kind of friendly contact with her...and now for these past few years it is as if I have dropped off the face of the Earth. I have to see her."
"Yea, Angel, I don't know who this girl is but don't you think she has moved on? I mean you can't just walk back into her life and expect her to pick up where you guys left off."
Steward was a doctor/scientist/male witch. He found me wandering the LA streets one night, reverting back to my pre-Whistler days of drinking from rats and other alley animals I could find. Only this time I was almost crazed from the fact that I had no idea why I needed the blood so much, and furthermore why I wanted it so bad. He took me in and told me of vampires, helped me get blood to live, and he also named me David. He began working on spells and medicines that would bring my memory back, and yesterday he did it....he came up with the perfect combination and brought *me* back. He had been a great friend and had become almost like a brother to me.
"There has to be a way. Steward, you don't understand. I feel like it was just yesterday that I left Sunnydale. Technically it was yesterday, because until yesterday I was living as a different person." I paced back and forth, my mind trying to conjure up ideas.
"Well, I can try to do a glamour spell." He began looking through his books while talking. He reminded me of a younger Giles, and it made me miss Buffy more.
"What's a glamour spell?"
"Well, traditionally it is used to change an aspect of one's outer appearance. Like say turn blonde hair brown or green eyes blue. But there is a longer term spell that can disguise a whole person." Steward stood up and began gathering different ingredients.
"For how long?" My heart skipped a couple beats at his idea, and instantly I wanted to know more.
"One month. You cannot let her know who you are. If either you slip about who you are or she does not fall in love with you, then she will forget that you *ever* existed." The seriousness in his eyes told me that this was not to be toyed with.
"The sun? Wouldn't she think I am a weird 'normal' person if I couldn't walk in the sun?"
"Yes, you will be able to walk in the sunlight. And if she falls in love with you, not only will your true identity be revealed...you will be able to stay in the sun."
I don't think I had ever been so nervous, but I knew I could do it. So I accepted, and I was changed. Steward gave me a nice suitcase filled with blood packets and I was on my way back, back to Sunnydale, back to her.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so if it sucks..I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately none of these characters belong to me, well I *have* dreamed of Angel telling me that he was mine, but I am sure that doesn't count.
Summary: After S3..Angel has been suffering from amnesia for the past 4 years but has been cured. He comes back to Sunnydale and disguises himself as someone else to find out if Buffy still loves him like she use to.
Feedback: Yes, please.
"..and just like that everything came back to me. It feels great to remember who I am now, but God...four years of..."
Steward cut me off by handing me a glass of warm blood. It tasted good going down, and it was even better now knowing why I craved it so much.
"So, uhm..Angel.."
"Yes, that is my name."
"Wow, so you remember everything in your..uhh..unlife?"
"Yea, funny. Anyways, yes I remember. I remember how I became a vampire, how I got my soul, and then lost it, and..."
Her face flooded my head. My heart began to ache; four years ago I turned and walked out of her life to start my own, where I couldn't hurt her. I wondered what she had been thinking about since I left. I never meant to not make any contact with her, I wanted to talk to her even if it was every once in a while. And now all I could think of is what did *she* think about. Did she think I had just forgotten about her? Did she know what happened to me?
"..and? David..uhm..Angel, whatever.....and what? You in there?" Steward jogged me out of my daydream by waving his hand in my face.
"Buffy."
"Buffy?"
"It wasn't supposed to go like this Steward, I was supposed to come to LA and make a life for myself, have some kind of friendly contact with her...and now for these past few years it is as if I have dropped off the face of the Earth. I have to see her."
"Yea, Angel, I don't know who this girl is but don't you think she has moved on? I mean you can't just walk back into her life and expect her to pick up where you guys left off."
Steward was a doctor/scientist/male witch. He found me wandering the LA streets one night, reverting back to my pre-Whistler days of drinking from rats and other alley animals I could find. Only this time I was almost crazed from the fact that I had no idea why I needed the blood so much, and furthermore why I wanted it so bad. He took me in and told me of vampires, helped me get blood to live, and he also named me David. He began working on spells and medicines that would bring my memory back, and yesterday he did it....he came up with the perfect combination and brought *me* back. He had been a great friend and had become almost like a brother to me.
"There has to be a way. Steward, you don't understand. I feel like it was just yesterday that I left Sunnydale. Technically it was yesterday, because until yesterday I was living as a different person." I paced back and forth, my mind trying to conjure up ideas.
"Well, I can try to do a glamour spell." He began looking through his books while talking. He reminded me of a younger Giles, and it made me miss Buffy more.
"What's a glamour spell?"
"Well, traditionally it is used to change an aspect of one's outer appearance. Like say turn blonde hair brown or green eyes blue. But there is a longer term spell that can disguise a whole person." Steward stood up and began gathering different ingredients.
"For how long?" My heart skipped a couple beats at his idea, and instantly I wanted to know more.
"One month. You cannot let her know who you are. If either you slip about who you are or she does not fall in love with you, then she will forget that you *ever* existed." The seriousness in his eyes told me that this was not to be toyed with.
"The sun? Wouldn't she think I am a weird 'normal' person if I couldn't walk in the sun?"
"Yes, you will be able to walk in the sunlight. And if she falls in love with you, not only will your true identity be revealed...you will be able to stay in the sun."
I don't think I had ever been so nervous, but I knew I could do it. So I accepted, and I was changed. Steward gave me a nice suitcase filled with blood packets and I was on my way back, back to Sunnydale, back to her.