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Chapter 1- The news and the surprise

In Angels office, LA

"She's what? Are you sure?"

Angel asked in a whisper into the phone. "Okay. Thank you Willow. I- I-"He couldn't finish the sentence. He tried to restrain himself from crying. "Tell Dawn I'm sorry. And- And that we'll be there." He said and put the phone down.

"What was that about?" Angel looked up, and noticed five set of eyes looking curiously at him.

"That was Willow. She had bad news." He stopped and took a deep breath. "Well what is it? Is it Buffy? What?" An anxious Spike asked. Angel didn't answer. He just looked him in the eye. "Bloody hel!." Spike said looking straight at Angel. Tears threatening to fall.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" Wesley finally asked. "Buffy... Yesterday Buffy was killed. She is dead."

Angel looked at the ground. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry Angel. A-and Spike." Fred said.

"They're going to bury her next week. I said we'd come." Again Angel looked at the ground. "This is the third time she's dead. Tree times." Angel said to himself.

Spike got up and left the office. Minutes after he left you could hear thing been thrown and Spike yell "Why?"

"I'm sorry Angel. This must be so hard for you. I'm truly sorry." Fred said with sadness in her voice. "Just... Just leave me alone. I-I need to be alone right know." He said and walked over by the window. "Of cause if you need anything, just call." Wesley said. They all left the room.

Why? Haven't she suffered enough? She'd already died twice. He fell onto the ground and started to cry.

Same time somewhere in LA

"Heh. They'll never see me coming. And when I strike they'll feel it, hard." She said looking out the window. It was getting dark outside, and the sun was no longer shining.

"Can't wait until I see you again Angel. I can't wait to see your face when you see me." She said and smiled an evil smile. She walked over to her closet and started looking for an outfit. "Girl's gotta look good."

She walked over to the mirror, but with no avail. "I got to get used to that." She picked her hairbrush and brushed her fine blond hair. "God I hope I look good. It's kinda hard to see when you don't have a reflection."

She picked up her leatherjacket and walked out the door.

Later that evening, Angels room

He couldn't stop thinking about her. He thought back on the first time he saw her, or the first time he talked to her, their first kiss, everything they had been through. He missed her so much.

Suddenly he sensed something. Someone or something was there. It suddenly hit him, the sweet smell of her, but that wasn't possible. She was dead.

He got up from his bed and turned the light on. He looked around, but couldn't see anything. Suddenly something hit him hard in the back of the head. He fell to the ground. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Damn that hurt.

"Oh come on. You can handle more than that." A familiar voice said from behind him. This isn't possible, Angel thought to him. He quickly got up and looked over at his bed.

There she was. Sitting on the bed. She had on a small black dress, that showed of her long legs. She looked beautiful.

"Buffy."

This is my story revised. I realized as I was readying through it, that it was a little messy and full of spelling mistakes (yes I know there's still loads, but I clean up what I could). I hope you enjoy! Let me know you're thoughts!

Xx

Kithic