A slayers wish
Chapter one
A night in Rome
It was a beautiful night in the city of Rome Italy. Buffy summers said in the chair in the living room of her apartment looking up at the beautiful night sky through her opened window. The twinkling stars that she saw above her mesmerized the young slayer. Buffy found that she had been doing this a lot lately. When- ever she looked up at those bright stars, she would start to think about Angel and what might have been. She had wanted to call him over a million times, but would talk herself out of it before she finished dialing the number.
The young slayer was more than aware of the fact that her ex-boyfriend was now working at an evil law firm, but she missed him all the same. What I wouldn't give to have you back with me again, Buffy thought sadly. She remembered how she felt when he held her in his arms. Buffy longed to feel the soft gentleness of his touch upon her skin once again. "You're just kidding yourself, Buffy. You know that it's never gonna happen." Buffy told herself aloud. "Watch out world. I think our Buffy has re-discovered what it feels like to be hopelessly in love." A familiar voice remarked good- humouredly.
Buffy turned around and found Andrew standing at her front door with an amused look on his face. The slayer sat down on her chair and replied dejectedly "Yeah. I guess hopeless would be a great word to use. You could even look that word up in the dictionary and the definition would read see Buffy." Andrew walked over to her and replied warmly as he knelt down beside her chair. "I really think that you should call him." Buffy leaned back in her chair and said in mild surprise, "I don't know what I'd say to him. Oh, hello Angel. How are you? I'm fine. Listen, I'm just wondering how that pact you made with the devil's going. You see what I mean, Andrew? I'll probably end up getting Angel upset. I don't want that to happen." "Buffy, hearing from you could pull Angel from the brink." Andrew suggested seriously.
Buffy nodded and then replied mournfully, "It could also send him right over the edge. If that happened, I'd never forgive myself. I don't want to be the cause of his destruction. Why is getting over him so hard?" Andrew shook his head and remarked wisely. "I don't think you were ever meant to, Buffy. The way I figure it, you and Angel were destined to be together. You can't fight destiny no matter how hard you try." "You know what, Andrew? If I ever met up with a Genii, and he granted me one wish, I would wish for Angel to turn into a human. That would be my one and only wish. I want Angel to be human so that we could be together."
Andrew smiled and said casually, "Who knows, Buffy. You may just get your wish one day." Buffy nodded and replied longingly, "I really do hope so, Andrew." At that moment, Andrew got up off his knees and announced with a yawn. "Well, it's been a pretty long day, so I think I'll go to bed now. Good night, Buffy. I'll see you in the morning." Buffy smiled and replied with a sigh. "All right, Andrew. Sleep tight." The young slayer watched her roommate walk into his bedroom and close the door behind him.
Buffy stretched and yawned. After a while, she too decided to call it a night. Buffy got to her feet, turned off the living room light and went to bed unaware that a young and powerful witch who lived across town had over heard the conversation and was at that very moment very moment casting a very powerful wishing spell to bring the young slayer what she longed for.
The young long black haired witch knelt down before her altar and said as she poured hot wax from a lit red candle on a picture Angel and Buffy together that she had stolen from the slayers' apartment. "By power of the Goddess. By the Power of the element of fire. May Buffy Summers receive her hearts' deepest desire. In the names of Hecate and Pan, May the Vampire known as Angel now become a normal man." After a few moments of concentration, she burned picture and said forcefully. "So Mote It Be!"