Okay so I kind of lied on my profile about not posting any stories, I had to. Even though this idea is pretty common I had to do it in my own light like many of my other ideas, except Taylor the half-blood of course. How many people have a singing half-demon help Buffy and Angel get together?

Summary: little scene that takes place after G2

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The pain wasn't too bad. I mean that it was still there but at the time I was the slayer. The slayer that shows no emotions whatsoever, if she showed emotions her opponent would get the upper hand. Or would laugh at her for being weak when he was leaving because she wasn't good enough for him.

That was the funny thing about our relationship. We both think that we don't deserve the other.

"No high school." Oz replied to whatever question Cordy had just asked.

"So Buffy, what do you want to do now?" willow questioned me.

"Dying that's what I feel like doing. He's gone Will. He's really gone. And most of my soul went with him. But I know that I can't take the easy way out because I'm the slayer, the strong emotionless one. The one that can't take a day off from slaying just to cry over a picture with a tub of ice cream." Willow started to tear up.

"Shit, did I just say that out loud?" I asked in remorse. Every one merely nodded their heads.

"Um well, I have to go call my mom, tell her that it's all over." I said wanting anything to get out of the public eye as soon as possible. I was breaking down fast. Willow started to ask if I was okay but at that point I was twenty feet away.

The walk home was a blur. Being that I was tearing up and couldn't see too well. I climbed through my bedroom window because I forgot my key when leaving for graduation. I should have stayed home. But then of course who would save the world?

"Angel" I breathed. He was in my room. But just as fast as I was shocked I put on the hard core emotionless slayer face. "What do you want?" I harshly asked.

"Are you okay?" he sweetly replied, moving closer to me until he was cradling me in his arms.

"Don't. I couldn't handle it if we did this, if you're leaving me then just leave. Don't put me through hell again." At that point I was as close to face to face as we could get, and just as soon his lips came crashing down on mine.

He was the first to break the kiss obviously not for air but to stare at my new scar on my neck. "Did it hurt?" he asked in a lusty whisper.

"It was like having several orgasms at one time." I said watching his cock spring to life.

"One of us has to let go, we can't have your birthday happen all over again beloved." He was still whispering. "And I have to leave soon. I have an apartment booked."

"Where will you be?" I asked hoping the sorrow in my eyes would convince him to stay where he belongs with me.

"Los Angeles. But I-" "Shh just kiss me." And we were overtaken by passion.

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I wake up in my bed naked thankful for my mother's late stay at her hotel in New York City. Then last night's actions came to my mind.

"Angel?"

TBA let me know if you want more. Please review.