This is a proluge to my new fic, Slayer. This one-shot takes place during Becoming, P2. Slayers will take place during Season 3 of the series.A word of warning, this one-shot has very definite themes of Bangel. Bangel will play a role in Slayers, because of how it impacts Buffy.
IMPORTANT: HOWEVER, I AM NOT WRITING A FIC ABOUT SHIPPING. Relationships will definitely be involved, as they play important parts in the characters lives, but the story I am writing isn't for the purpose of putting any two characters in a relationship. And if it was, it probably wouldn't be about Angel.
Originally, she thought that she was imagining it. After all, he was known as being a notoriously talented actor. Buffy knew that she knew only the barest of details on Angel's history, but she did know that he wouldn't have been able to survive all these years without being a good actor. He'd demonstrated that ability for her to see only too well.
Looking at him now though, she saw him. For the first time in months, she saw him. The true him. The man she'd fallen in love with.
"Angel?" Buffy gasped.
The vampire's eyes widened. "B-Buffy" he stuttered as his body began to droop to the ground, exhausted. "Buffy, I feel like I haven't seen you in months".
Angel sank onto Buffy, his love, his Slayer, and her eyes filled with tears as her arms became filled with the souled vampire.
"What's going on?" he asked softly.
Buffy's eyes widened fuller and she choked down a sob as Acathla's portal to hell began to open. Turning her gaze to her lover, she inwardly sobbed, knowing that this time there would be no return trip for Angel. No way for the vampire to escape hell. No way for her to escape the permanent torment her life would become without even the slightest chance of ever seeing him again.
"Close your eyes" the Slayer whispered and the man she loved, the man who trusted her, closed his eyes as she pressed her lips to his for the final time.
"I love you" Buffy said softly, her voice souding being tears, as using the sword of Acathla she dug a hole in Angel's chest.
The vampire's eyes opened and his pupils contracted. He stared at his love, surprise evident in his gaze, as Acathla sucked him into hell.
Buffy Summers, the Slayer, dropped to the ground and cried for Angel. For the loss of her love. She cried for the loss of her innocence, for the loss of Jenny Calendar. She shed tears on behalf of her Watcher and for her mother. She sobbed for the damage done to her friendships with Willow and Xander and Oz and even a little for Cordelia. She bemoaned the death of Kendra and swore to honor her sister Slayer for the rest of her days.
And when she was done crying, when she was done mourning her past, Buffy Summers decided that she would never allow anyone to make her feel this horribly ever again. That she would never love anyone as much as she had loved Angel. Never allow anyone to make her feel this way again.
The vampire had been her other half. He was able to understand her on a level that no other person had been or ever would be able too. He had loved her in a way that was forever and in turn, she had murdered him for the sake of the planet.
Buffy Summers had murdered Angel, the man she loved. The man she loved. The man she would always love. And she would never love another.
Dramatic, I know, but it's Buffy and Angel. Everything between them is equivalent to the end of the world. If the end of the world was a big deal in Sunnydale.
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