A.N.: I had previously posted this story but I decided to try a different
way to tell it. Enjoy. Jenna, I know you will correct the Latin.I used an
online dictionary and pieced it together myself.so if it sucks o well.
Disclaimer: I own no one. No Buffy or Angel characters anyway.
"Angel, listen to me. I can save you. You aren't going to die," Buffy said fiercely to the only man she had ever loved as she stared down at him. His brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat from the harsh fever that invaded his body. She knew he would protest to her plan, but he was no match for her in this state.
"No, it's okay. I'm ready," he responded, believing that all his suffering was at an end. At least, he wanted her to think that he believed it. His dark brown eyes showed her his present suffering. They also hinted at the suffering he thought he was doomed to repeat for eternity, even after his body lacked animation and his soul was free. He knew he was going to Hell, but he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want her to suffer. He just wanted her to be free. Free of slaying, free of him. If he knew that was about to become a reality, he would change that thought, for he knew that it could never be without the world ending or her death.
"No, sit up. Listen to me. I am not going to let you die," the petite blonde reiterated, pulling him up so he was halfway sitting. She ran her hand through his hair, as if it would be the last time. She looked into his eyes and could see the suffering there that she knew she had the power to take away. Could she really do it, though?
"How?" He looked right back into her eyes, seeing that she was torn about something. He also saw the tears flooding her eyes, yet he knew that they weren't caused by him or his imminent demise. He wondered what she was about to say and do.
"I made a deal. If the things running this show, Powers that Be or whatever, give you your life back I forget everything," Buffy responded slowly. Even as she said it out loud, she didn't realize how selfish this really was. She was not only condemning the vampire she loved to an eternity of remembering a love affair that she could not, she was leaving her destiny behind. She was leaving the world behind. She didn't think of it, because she really didn't care. Never really had. Her first thought had always been for Angel and herself, and the rest came later.
"What do you mean by everything?" Angel asked softly. As he said it, he knew. She was giving up her destiny, the world. She was doing this for him. Could he make her see reason? They couldn't even mess with this. It was wrong. Where did she even get this idea?
"You," Buffy responded. "My destiny. I go back to being a normal teenage girl. No vampires, no nothing." As she said it, Buffy realized what it meant. She realized that, to her, it would be like Angel had never existed. She would be destiny-free as she told Merrick she was the first day she met him. She would never know Angel, never remember him. She realized she would never really know true love. Still, the thought of the world and the peril this would cause was not realized.
"No, I won't let you. You can't do this, Buffy. Think of all the innocent people who will die because of this decision." Angel tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He had to stop her. He knew he had to. She couldn't do this. Not to save him. Did she even realize what she was doing? He wasn't sure. He knew he couldn't convince her and it struck him as odd that she always got through to him, but he never got through to her.
"I'm not going to lose you again. I can't," Buffy sobbed. She held him on his bed, preventing him from sitting up any further to stop her. It killed her to see him in so much pain and know that she could take it away. She also knew that if she did, she would lose him anyway. He seemed about to echo this thought when she pulled the powder given to her by the Oracles out and throwing it on herself, she uttered, "Aufero meus animus!" Then she was gone.
Just like that she was gone. Angel was left by himself. He slowly realized that he knew. He had the memories of Buffy and their love still within his mind. She was the only one who forgot. "She saved me, but she killed me, all in the same gesture," he thought to himself, getting up from the place he was resting in the dank alley to which he had been thrown.
Looking around, he realized he knew this place, this scene. These were the allies he had haunted in his search for rodents to kill to satisfy his bloodlust. It was here he had met Whistler and heard about Buffy and found his destiny. But why was he here now?
Disclaimer: I own no one. No Buffy or Angel characters anyway.
"Angel, listen to me. I can save you. You aren't going to die," Buffy said fiercely to the only man she had ever loved as she stared down at him. His brown hair was matted to his forehead with sweat from the harsh fever that invaded his body. She knew he would protest to her plan, but he was no match for her in this state.
"No, it's okay. I'm ready," he responded, believing that all his suffering was at an end. At least, he wanted her to think that he believed it. His dark brown eyes showed her his present suffering. They also hinted at the suffering he thought he was doomed to repeat for eternity, even after his body lacked animation and his soul was free. He knew he was going to Hell, but he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want her to suffer. He just wanted her to be free. Free of slaying, free of him. If he knew that was about to become a reality, he would change that thought, for he knew that it could never be without the world ending or her death.
"No, sit up. Listen to me. I am not going to let you die," the petite blonde reiterated, pulling him up so he was halfway sitting. She ran her hand through his hair, as if it would be the last time. She looked into his eyes and could see the suffering there that she knew she had the power to take away. Could she really do it, though?
"How?" He looked right back into her eyes, seeing that she was torn about something. He also saw the tears flooding her eyes, yet he knew that they weren't caused by him or his imminent demise. He wondered what she was about to say and do.
"I made a deal. If the things running this show, Powers that Be or whatever, give you your life back I forget everything," Buffy responded slowly. Even as she said it out loud, she didn't realize how selfish this really was. She was not only condemning the vampire she loved to an eternity of remembering a love affair that she could not, she was leaving her destiny behind. She was leaving the world behind. She didn't think of it, because she really didn't care. Never really had. Her first thought had always been for Angel and herself, and the rest came later.
"What do you mean by everything?" Angel asked softly. As he said it, he knew. She was giving up her destiny, the world. She was doing this for him. Could he make her see reason? They couldn't even mess with this. It was wrong. Where did she even get this idea?
"You," Buffy responded. "My destiny. I go back to being a normal teenage girl. No vampires, no nothing." As she said it, Buffy realized what it meant. She realized that, to her, it would be like Angel had never existed. She would be destiny-free as she told Merrick she was the first day she met him. She would never know Angel, never remember him. She realized she would never really know true love. Still, the thought of the world and the peril this would cause was not realized.
"No, I won't let you. You can't do this, Buffy. Think of all the innocent people who will die because of this decision." Angel tried to sit up, but he couldn't. He had to stop her. He knew he had to. She couldn't do this. Not to save him. Did she even realize what she was doing? He wasn't sure. He knew he couldn't convince her and it struck him as odd that she always got through to him, but he never got through to her.
"I'm not going to lose you again. I can't," Buffy sobbed. She held him on his bed, preventing him from sitting up any further to stop her. It killed her to see him in so much pain and know that she could take it away. She also knew that if she did, she would lose him anyway. He seemed about to echo this thought when she pulled the powder given to her by the Oracles out and throwing it on herself, she uttered, "Aufero meus animus!" Then she was gone.
Just like that she was gone. Angel was left by himself. He slowly realized that he knew. He had the memories of Buffy and their love still within his mind. She was the only one who forgot. "She saved me, but she killed me, all in the same gesture," he thought to himself, getting up from the place he was resting in the dank alley to which he had been thrown.
Looking around, he realized he knew this place, this scene. These were the allies he had haunted in his search for rodents to kill to satisfy his bloodlust. It was here he had met Whistler and heard about Buffy and found his destiny. But why was he here now?
