The Night That Calls To Us

Summary: The Story 'Words' was never real. It was Faiths dream and wish about what happened. Angel went back with Darla and is regretting it. If you haven't read the other stories I suggest you do. Songfic-October by Evanescence

A/N: This is my first songfic. Its about the song October by Evanescence. If you've never heard it, email me and I'll send you a link to a site where you can download it.

Prologue-Returning Home

I can't run anymore,
I fall before you,
Here I am,
I have nothing left.

Though I've tried to forget,
You're all that I am.

Angel ran through the streets, the sky darkened, rain poured down. Blood dripped from his face. He fell to the ground, he was exhausted he couldn't run anymore. He was too tired. He felt like he wanted to die. He felt weak. He could hear her footsteps. She was near.

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Faith awoke as the lightening lit up the room. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, more nightmares. She should have tried harder, she could've made him stay. But she let him go. She remembered everything, every word, every action she took…

"Get the hell away from him," the words echoed in her head.

"You've been rooming with the slayer? Should've known! You were always weak."

Faith attacked Darla, but she failed, Darla began to choke the life out of her. Angel shoved Darla off of Faith. He leans his head down to her neck.

"Play dead…I love you," he bit her.

She obeyed, she played dead. Angel left in order to save Faith. He knew she wouldn't be able to beat Darla.

Lightening cackled again, pulling Faith out of her thoughts. There was a knock on the door. She got up and walked over to the door. She didn't expect to see him again. Angel. He was drenched from the rain, he was bleeding, from cuts on his face, blood was pouring out of his mouth.

"Angel?" Faith said weakly. "Get in here," she said pulling him inside.

She looked at him, the sweater he was wearing had a blood stain on it. He had a large cut on is forehead, scratches along his face. Blood continued to drip from his mouth. He remained silent. Faith couldn't think of any words to say. She was shocked and scared and over joyed, and protective all at once.

She could tell he'd been through hell. It was obvious by the way he looked. She threw her arms around his neck and held him close. He didn't respond. He was broken, Darla broke him and this time she couldn't fix it.

"Angel, Angel look at me," he avoided eye contact. He couldn't bare it.

Faith dragged him into the kitchen, she took his shirt of, and she saw more cuts and wounds. He was bleeding from a large cut in his stomach. It looked like it was cause by an ice pick. Faith grabbed a towel and wiped the blood off of him. Angel flinched, it stung.

Darla had beat him more than a hundred times trying to break him, trying to make him kill. That cut was caused by a shovel. Thrust into his stomach.

Angel leaned forward and rested his head on Faiths neck. Faith moved her head so their foreheads were touching.

"What the hell happened to you?" she breathed. Unable to think of the right words to express how happy she was to have him back. She looked into Angels' eyes and saw nothing but grief. She looked away, and pulled him back into her embrace. Darla was his past, Faith was his future.

He looked into her eyes. He felt like he was going to break. He already had, he was broken He didn't know why he was back here. He left to protect her, and now he's back for a reason he doesn't know.

He gets up and tries to leave. But he is stopped, she won't let him go. She pulled him back. Back into her embrace. He doesn't respond. He won't respond to anything. Faith looked at him. More blood poured out of Angels' mouth. Faith led him back to the kitchen, Angel spit the blood into the sink as instructed. Faith continued to take care of him.

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Angel lay silent next to Faith. She held him in her arms, stroked his hair, and kissed his forehead every now and then.