A/N- I do not own any of the characters that I am about to use within this fan-fic. This will only be a short tale. This is from Buffy's point of view.

Looking at the ceiling I knew I had done the wrong thing. Time and time again I came back, looking for the love I once had, only to find the cruelty and coldness of the demon within him. Angelus, arms raised and hands behind his head, laughed at his accomplishment. He said I would always come back and back. I have not yet failed this comment. I knew I would never get my Angel back. He was gone, never to return. Every night I try to find comfort but I know I can never find him.
I stand and dress, ashamed of myself yet again. I feel his eyes watching me. I know he's smiling; he always does. Angelus is a hard, cruel man who cannot love. He says I am addicted to him because he is the closest thing to Angel. He is wrong.
I walk to the door, not wanting to look back. He laughs, the sound filling the room. It envelopes me making me shudder. Once again I torture myself that I have come back to him. I know he is not Angel for he has been with so many other women yet somehow it does not stop me.
"You'll be back" he says. I know he's right. I will be back. For the rest of my days.