This is impossible... How... Why...

She was beyond horrified. How could her dream be so real? How many times had she dreamed Angel before? Yet, nothing like this ever happened.

She washed herself, took away every sign of the dream's vividness and dressed. She packed her bag and went out. She walked through the city until she stopped a taxi. And straight to the airport.

There was only one way she could solve this. Giles wasn't an option. He had already shown her where his loyalty stood. He didn't stand up for her when she needed him the most. She had been sent away from her home by the same people who claimed to love her. But still, after being killed twice, that wasn't enough. She had done everything in her power to protect them but after every sacrifice not even her sister could be loyal. She stopped the Master, she killed Angel, after the Mayor came Adam and then she saved her sister from Glory and died trying to close that damned portal. After being in Heaven she faced her own best friend and finally the First Evil itself. But she couldn't tell them anymore. Why couldn't they trust her without questioning her authority? It was true, at the beginning she didn't want to be the Slayer but apocalypse after apocalypse she earned her role and became what she was born to be. The only person who understood how it felt to be the Chosen One was somehow so far away from her world. Faith had been her enemy but she changed. Her story was painful but Buffy thought that she had found a sister, someone who felt the same emotions, who hurt as much as she did. Truth be told, she didn't know if her life would have been easier without her friends. Thanks to them she had her closest glimpse of what a normal life could really be.

I've given them everything I had... but still...

They weren't an option anymore. It wasn't about them trusting her. Quite the contrary. She couldn't trust them anymore if they, all of a sudden, could have left her without a second thought. That was the reason because she decided to go to LA. Angel might have go on with his life but she knew he would have always helped her. She had a 10-hour-long journey ahead and she fell asleep.

When they landed she woke up. Thank God no dreams this time! She took her case and went to the Hyperion. She could smell Angel, Cordelia and Wesley in the building. And other people she didn't know. But no one was there. On the desk a card saying they had moved to Wolfram and Hart. She totally forgot about it but it was still early and she decided to have a look around the massive building. She started to wander across the hall to the upper floor. Her feet moved on their own will till she reached a huge room. Yes, it was his. Even the walls screamed "Angel!". She laid on the bed. She could almost see him, she could sense him with every fiber of her being. She felt her feelings surfacing as well as her demon. Her mind was far away and her nose was filled with Angel's smell. She felt her body was growing hot. Angel was the spark and now she was starting to burn. Her hand went to her forehead, as if she had fever. She could see Angel, the depiction of beauty and what is good. Then, without notice, he could turn into one of the most vicious creatures who ever walked on Earth. And she wasn't scared. Both of them held too much power over her. Her skin was sweating, she was feverish. The control on her body was suddenly so feeble and her brain stopped questioning every move it was making.

Her hands started caressing her body, from her neck to her thighs and going beneath her clothes. She could see him, lost in pleasure and buried deep within her. A smirk never leaving his delicate face and his hands too busy with her body. Her hands started pinching her nipples while her eyes were on Angel's mouth biting and kissing every inch of her. It was liberating, the feeling of his cool skin on her was trying her patience. Oh Angel, it's too much... and with each thrust her finger went deeper in her, moving at the same rhythm. The crescendo was driving her crazy. Angel's words were making her so wet. Being in you... it's been so long... the way you feel around me... it's heaven... Her head was exploding with desire for the only one who could make her feel so alive.

And while her fingers were stroking her core, Angel was being deliberately slow, driving into her with as much self-control he could manage. His demon was rising but she was so close, so close to her peak. Her head was spinning and her eyes, filled with love and lust, were turning red. A fire was burning in her and she was hardly able to contain it. Visions of those hazel eyes making it so very difficult to concentrate. Angel please... make me come... and she gave in. She gave in to her desire to be possessed by the demon. She came hard feeling herself releasing all the fire from her body.

And the she saw him opening his eyes, looking into hers, seeing what was really in her.

And the fire stopped. Those eyes pierced through her leaving no space for anything else. Her breath heavy and recovering from her orgasm.

She stood up, refusing to believe that those eyes were real. How could they have been? Nobody was there, she would have sensed looked for any kind of danger around the room but there was none. She sighed, her hands on her hair. The bed was half burnt.

She took her stuff and straight to Wolfram and Hart. Skyscrapers were passing quickly beyond the window and Buffy never felt her life running so fast and so far from her. As a Slayer she knew she would have died young so she lived every moment thoroughly, savouring it, realising that she was alive and the oldest Slayer who had ever existed. But with this twist of events, her life was at a turning point and she wasn't sure it was for the best.

"I'm here to see Angel... I'm an old friend..."

After a quick call: "Please, 10th floor."

The atmosphere was far from comforting. She felt as if everybody was staring at her, knowing exactly who she was. Why this sudden terror? She knew the reason. She was nervous, she felt him. Her guts were telling her where her mate was and she wanted to feel less needy, but she was. In the lift her senses were screaming at her, the mark on her neck coming alive.

Her eyes wondered around the hall without seeing how this law firm could be so harmful.

"Excuse me, I'm here to see Angel... could you- Harmony!"

"Oh Buffy, hi! How are you? You look... well... horrible! My self-esteem is so better now!"

"Mhmhmh... Thanks... I say you look... dead."

"You mean beautiful and always young!"

"Harmony, I need to see Angel..."

"Of course, still... I thought you would have run here as soon as Spike came back..."

"Spike what? He did what? Where is he, Harmony?"

"Why? So you can have sex with him again?"

"Harmony... another word and I'll snap your-"

She smelled him, she turned, a faint smile on her lips. He looked the same dangerous, clever and kinky vampire. She hugged him, one of the two people who knew her darkest side.

"You're alive..."

"You're bloody right! Nothing is gonna kill me, pet."

Relief flood into her veins. He was there, standing and watching her with his cocky eyes. It felt as if a lifetime had passed since the last time she touched him. But he couldn't soothe her spirit anymore. His look, his gestures. She was happy he was alive but... nothing more. And she was devastated. Because of him she had found the strength to finish what she started with the First Evil. But now, she recognised him but the feeling simply wasn't there anymore. An now, more than ever, she felt wrong. Spike had been the only one to actually understand her for a long time and now she could only care for him and feel the loss. The loss of emotion in her. No love, nothing more than care.

She felt herself choking towards air, towards any kind of connection to her previous and safe life. All for nothing. Her eyes began to water and she took a step away from the vampire.

"Have you missed me, pet?"

"I-Spike... Yes..."

"And yet, I know you're here for that bloody poof..."

"I need to talk to him..."

"As in with lips and tongue?"

"Spike, please... It's serious... Stop being a moron."

"It's not my fault that you always prefer him, don't you?"

"Spike, I'll tell you everything after I speak with Angel... alone"

"Yeah, sure...once he leaves again Spike will heal the wounds..."

"I said I will tell you later!" Her eyes turning into all sorts of red. But it was soon over.

So she followed his smell towards his office door. Her heartbeat growing faster and faster as if her heart could jump out of her chest. When she met his eyes, she knew it was no dream. And so did he.


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