Harmony is sick of being evil, sick of living in darkness, sick of being a vampire, so she seeks help in the one person she's sure won't help...

Angel catches a ride back to Sunnydale with Harmony, searching for answers on why he's been too heartache-y to get out of bed.

Heaven is having complications and spits Tara back out into Sunnydale. Her first instinct is to find Willow, but it's been at least four years – surely she's moved on.

Willow is more than happy with Oz back for good, but the image of Tara has been haunting her more now than ever...

Meanwhile, all the Scoobies are preparing for a new big bad; something that has never even crossed their minds before. They must come together if they wish to survive.

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This is set three years after 'Chosen'. The Scoobies had saved Sunnydale from being destroyed, and after a year-long break, they have returned to put evil in its place once again. If you are confused about any of this, feel free to message me your questions!

Rating: T just in case I get creative!

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters, except Trevor.

Pairings: Xander/Anya, Willow/Oz, Dawn/Trevor. Eventually Buffy/Angel, Willow/Tara. And of course some new character pairings that will be sure to surprise you!

Author's Note: Hi everyone. I know the prologue is super short, but I assure you that Chapter 1 is much longer. This story started off as a Harmony only fic, and then turned into this huge thing. I hope you enjoy reading 'I Just Wanna Feel' as much as I enjoyed writing it!
-- HarvardBaby xo.

Prologue

Dull moonlight washed over the pavement, silence embracing the lonely road. From in the shadows of the trees that towered over the highway, Angel crouched, waiting, his chocolate-coloured eyes gleaming in the light of the streetlamp. He was unmoving – like a wax museum statue on display. If there had been any cars passing through, they would have never seen him sitting there due to the long, black leather coat he wore, black shirt and black pants. His chestnut-brown hair was spiked effortlessly as usual, while his naturally dark complexion showed multiple scars – old and new – and a bruise under his right cheekbone. Angel closed his eyes, letting peace engulf him, when suddenly; the roaring of a distant engine mixed with a loud, obnoxious radio tune cracked the sky, making birds in trees scatter.

Harmony pulled up in front of the ragged vampire, bobbing her head to the bubble gum pop mix blasting from the speakers. Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, flying in multiple directions. Angel pushed himself to his feet, impressed with the girl's wheels.

A black Cadillac hummed in his presence, shiny coat giving him winks. He had always been interested in cars, and felt respect grow quickly for Harmony.

He slipped into the car without a word, and Harmony remained silent also, still head-dancing to the beat. In moments, the two were moving down the deserted road.

This was the longest night he had ever experienced, Angel decided after an hour of listening to Harmony drone on about her top 101 reasons to not be a vampire. But he had kept his cool by going over a mental list he had made on his own: 101 reasons to return to the person you love. He also reminded himself that even though he and Harmony were galaxies apart personality-wise, they both had one thing in common...

Their destination: Sunnydale, California.

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The sky was darker than usual, Tara decided, much, much darker. Indigo-coloured clouds rolled in from a distance at a speed she thought was almost impossible for mere clouds. And they didn't stop; as if they were trying to accomplish something.

She felt restless. Normally, every day here was tweaked to her own perfection: peaceful. But she couldn't figure out what to do with herself, what was a day here without sunshine?

Tara recruited herself towards her mirror, where she gently ran a brush through her soft, blonde hair. Over time, it had grown even longer, almost touching her hips, but she adored it and couldn't bring herself to cut even an inch off of it, nor did she colour it like she always had. 

The blonde went well with her delicate porcelain skin and bright eyes. Tara almost considered herself pretty at times.

Though, today was different. Not only did she consider cutting her hair so it brushed only her shoulders, she loathed her eyes, face-structure and skin tone. She also felt extremely revolting, and couldn't explain it. Deep inside of her, her stomach was churning uncomfortably, almost as if she was hungry, but Tara felt no desire to eat, only a desire to...

She couldn't explain this either. Lately, she had been sensing a strange kind of emotion, not like anything she could remember feeling. Sort of like she was missing something, something she couldn't pinpoint...

Suggestions to her new feeling were scattered everywhere: swords, orange hair, a tall, old-style house, ancient books, friends...

Suddenly, Tara was shaking uncontrollably. An unseen force raised her from her seated position on her chair and into the air. Then, without a sound or explanation, her room was empty, and she was hurtling down into a dark pit of nothingness, unable to find an end to it. Tara let out a scream, but knew that she was alone and no one would hear her where ever she was.

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Willow awoke to a start, sides heaving with breathless gasps. Her eyes were wet and her throat hurt as if she had been shouting. She felt tiny beads of sweat at her brow and suddenly, fear engulfed her. What had she been dreaming about that had shaken her up to much?

She closed her eyes, still sitting up, trying hard to remember her nightmare, but all that came to mind was one name.

Tara.

Willow felt panic tighten in her chest. She hadn't dreamt of her deceased lover in months and months, why now? Angst made more tears well up in her eyes; oh, her dearest Tara...

She looked beside her where Oz slept soundless, the burgundy duvet rising as he inhaled. He looked so peaceful lying there, and Willow felt overwhelmed with comfort, knowing he was there...

She lay back down, nudging Oz's arm so she could fit between it and his muscled body. This gesture awoke him, and he smiled down at her sleepily, wrapping his arm around her before closing his eyes again.

Willow closed her eyes too, taking in shaky breaths, trying to stop her soft weeping, but the tears still came cascading down on Oz's naked chest. She felt his hand at the back of her head, where he began stroking her orange hair, lulling her into a half-awake half-asleep daze. Willow was so overjoyed that Oz was back with her for good because he was the only one who could really stop her tears.

"I love you," he whispered suddenly, his breath tickling her earlobe.

Willow snuggled closer to him, forgetting completely now about her dream. "I love you too, Oz." And in a matter of seconds, sleep had taken her over completely.