Title: Going Back Changes Everything

Feedback: Please

Author: N170017

Note: I re-posted this story because I hated the POV. So yeah that's basically what I did. I have a bunch more chapters ready for this story too. Thank you for the reviews the first time this was posted. This chapter is really short because it's just the prologue.

POV: Buffy

Flash Back:

I walk into Angel's office. Lorne, Spike, Angel, Gunn and Wesley are standing there talking. I know it's about their plans for the senior partners' takedown. They all turn towards me at my sudden appearance. I look at them all as Spike stands up. Sadness and anger creep into my face. How could he not tell me he was back? Spike takes a step forward and opens his mouth to say something but changes his mind as he goes in for a hug instead. The other people in the room watch us, all silent.

Voice Over (Only from a few minuets away):

"Are you sure you're up for this. I know you're strong but this will kill you. No one will make it out of this battle. The senior partners are strong. We can't really stop them," Angel tells me obviously not sure what to say or what has just happened.

I understand this fully though there's no need for him to try to reason it to me, "I know Angel. I know, but I can help and I-I am not just going to leave you alone in this battle. I don't think that I could do that. I've lost too many people." My tone is mundane as I take my time to think about what should be said. Today will be very difficult.

End of flashback now to the present day (just two days later):

I run up the stairs closely followed by the new liaison, Hamilton. Blood is dramatically swirled on my hands. I fumble on the doorknob of Angel's office door while breathing harshly. I give up and just go for the standard kick it open strategy. The wooden dark splinters and I run inside. Hamilton enters the door not more than 30 seconds later carrying an axe and looking savage.

I look around knowing there is no where else for me to go. I can just stand there waiting for the end. I face the window by the desk and turn around only to see that Illyria is lying on the ground on the verge of death. A tear falls down my face. I'd only know her for two days. I had fought by her side, I guess you can say it brings you closer. The liaison comes up from my side and places the axe down silently on the desk. I turn to him looking right into his murderous eyes. I know it is useless so I just stop fighting.

The room is in horrible disrepair. Why did I agree to do this again? He grabs me by the throat suffocating me while pushing me back onto the desk while I stare at the once magnificent Illyria. Illyria looks into my eyes. Knowing that I'm searching hers helplessly as her own go blank. She is dead; I know it, just gone. Where had she gone? She wasn't the worst demon ever had she gone to somewhere better? No, my decision is made, she couldn't have. All the destruction she had caused in her many lives. There was no way she was at peace... now.

Illyria's body suddenly starts to twitch. She is trying to hold on although that isn't possible; it's too late for her. A luminous blue light escapes her leather outfit as the room revolves and transforms. What's happening?

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