I can feel blow after blow , rocking me to the core. His fist connect with my body sending me reeling backward onto the cold floor. At once he's on top of me, holding my hands painfully above my head. I breathe deep taking in his scent, burning it into my memory. As I stare up at him, his eyes flash with anger.

"You used to love me."

I think aloud whispering it to him like a prayer. He smiles down at me, and for just a moment I catch a glimse of the man he used to be... but only for a moment.

" I used to love you."

He chuckles as his hands sqeeze my wrists tighter and tighter until they snap. The pain can't even compair to the pain of loosing him. As his mouth lowers to my neck, I don't fight it... I can't. His fangs pierce my skin reminding me of long forgotten memories. The first night we met he smiled at me that way, full of caring and a little lust. The night we made love, the night he lost his soul, he spoke to me that way..full of hate and rage.

Is death this sudden? The cold just seeps into me, running up from my toes making its way over my body. My eyes falter, blinking away unshed tears. The blurred image of my friends is the last thing I see. Willows bright red hair shines out through the cloud covering my vision, Zander's favorited green sweater rushes toward me. Death is nothing like the movies. Its much faster, a slipping kind of feeling. 'Isn't my life suppose to flash before my eyes' I think to myself . But I realize that is what is occuring. My friends gather, running toward me. They are my life...and they are slipping away from me until black is all I see.

Is death this sudden?

Angels POV

Warm blood hits my tongue sending my senses flying. Never has it tasted this way before, so rich, so strong. I gulp it down like a dieing man. The warm vibrant blood rushes through my system warming me from the inside out. I can hear shouting, somewhere off in the distance of my mind. I feel someone tugging at me as I devour. I swat them away like flies. The blood is calling me and there is no way I'm waking up from this blissful dream. After a time my eyes creep open expecting the alarm clock to ring at any moment. But it doesn't...because this isn't home and this definately isn't a dream.

My hands move about, running down silk...arms with skin soft as silk. My eyes look down into the face in my dreams.

Buffy. Her pale skin seems transparent against the dark brown of her blouse. My eyes open wide as I stare at the blood soaking her left sholder, watching the way it seeps down the column of her throut and drips smoothly onto the floor

"You bastard!" The yells become clear, directed at my back.

"God, Angel what have you done?"

"No!"

They shout at me, tears running paths down their grief stricken faces.

"You killed her."

My eyes focus on the body under me. Buffy. I can almost hear the click , as the pieces fit together in my mind.

I remember the sounds, bones snapping, screams echoing through the night, pleading...'Angel please..stop.' Her perfect voice fills my brain , casting out the cobwebs.

I jerk away from her ridged body into the shadows. 'No...no..." I moan, as tears flood down my cool cheeks. I watch as her friends, Willow , Zander,and Giles check her vitals. Zander pumps angrily on her chest, breaths air into her lungs..then hangs his head in defeat.

"She's gone."

And with those words I lost my mind. Lost my heart. Lost my soul.