Chapter 1

-POV of Buffy-

The streets were dark. I suppose they would be, at 3 in the morning. Slightly damp too, it must have rained while I was at his.

The streets of Sunnydale were quiet, for a hellmouth. Well, I suppose with the Mayor's ascension impending, most of the little lurkers were preparing. Something I should be doing, instead of just numbly walking around, stalking like some predator. Only I was the prey this time, and Angel was my predator.

How could he have done this to me? The words echoed off the empty street; they rebounded like a bullet against my face. Maybe if I were different Angel would stay. Maybe if I were prettier; more interesting Angel would still love me.

How could he hurt me like this? I'd do anything for him, anything at all. I even killed him, and yet I still love him. How can he forget me like this? Does he not live for me anymore; does he not still love me like he did a week ago?

In my despair, I had failed to realize where I was walking. It was getting lighter; it must have been getting on for 5am. I had been walking about 2 hours; 2 hours of which I had no recollection of what I had just done. I was so very tired, I needed sleep, somewhere where Angel couldn't reach me.

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It was dark. My eyes seemed to only catch glimpses of what was in front of me. I started to wonder whether I was meant to see really what was there. I seemed to be standing in a graveyard; where two figures were embracing in front of me. The man was tall, dark and shockingly handsome. He was young, only in his twenties. The female, in contrast to the male, was ageing; far too old for him. I stepped forward, in hope to see more, to figure out this strange couple, when I stepped on a twig. It snapped, a harsh sound flashed across the plane. The woman looked up and stared at me.

She had green eyes, the exact match of mine. A look of horror flashed across her face, one which I presume matched the look on mine. A look of horror, when I realized that woman was me. It wasn't a random couple; it was me- with Angel.

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I woke up, covered in beads of sweat. The place where I thought Angel couldn't touch me was the place he hurt me most.