AN- PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE REVIEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I only got one last chapter!

Disclaimer- belongs to Joss Whedon and JK Rowling not me some lines are from becoming part 2

Rating-T, but this chapter is a lot closer to a M

Chapter 2

I groggily open my eyes and groan in pain. Lifting my hand to my head, I feel a bump and groan some more. Landing on hard rock sucks, especially when your head gets the worst of the blow. Groaning for a third time I take in my surroundings before groaning again.

All around me is brimstone and fire, all that was missing was the welcome to Hell sign. On three sides of me is solid stone and the fourth side is stone, except for a small door with a miniscule window.

I look outside and see armies of demons everywhere, including guarding my cage, well guess I am so not going to be escaping anytime soon. I stand up and look down before scowling, Angelus is next to me.

He screams before opening his eyes and looks at me straight in the face. His brown orbs staring into my green ones with a look I have not seen in months, compassion.

"Buffy," he whimpers "what's going on? Where are we?"

I feel tears begin to run down my face, "Angel?"

"You're crying," he whispers and wipes off my tears causing me to smile and I hug him. "Oh Buffy, God! I...I feel like I haven't seen you in months. Oh God, everything's so muddled, I."

His eyes start to tear as the memories come back to him. This time I wipe his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you," he assures her.

He tries to continue, but I put my fingers to his lips, "Close your eyes." Angel does as I say and I lean down to kiss him with a passion I have not felt in months. He quickly pulls me closer and joins in. Soon our tongues are intertwined.

Before things get out of hand the door opens and in walks a demon.

"You scum," he shouts. "We are forced to keep you together, but get lovey like that again and your torture will begin this second, before the rooms for the two of you are ready," he hisses before walking out.

The two of us gulp as the door shuts and I sit in Angel's lap, basking in the fact that somehow he is here.

"Did I really do all of that?" he asks.

"The truth?" He nods and I sigh. "No. It was your body but not you Angel. It was the demon who wears your face."

"I can't believe that Buffy. I killed everyone you care about and more, innocent lives taken! I deserve to rot in Hell!"

"Don't you dare speak like that Angel," I scream. "Angelus deserves to be here for eternity, not you, the innocent man I love!"

"How can you still love me after everything I did?"

"Again it was Angelus and second of all it wasn't you!" God I want to stake him right now! Why can he not get this concept through his sexy big forehead?

"It's my fault you're in hell," he cries.

"If this is your fault then it's mine too."

He looks at me confused, "How?"

Now I start to cry again, "Because if I didn't make love to you Angelus would have never been a thought. Every kill Angelus made was my fault!"

"Buffy my love, you can't think like that. Making love to you was the best experience of my life. I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"I thought I was bad?"

He chuckles at this, "If that was true then why would I have lost my soul?"

I think about this, "I guess you're right. Now do we have any plans to get out of here?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. There are demons surrounding all sides. I don't think we can get out."

Angel starts to brood, I missed his brooding face. And all I can do is hug him and brood too. However soon I start laughing, I guess Angel's brooding skills have rubbed off on me these past few months.

We sit there in silence for what feels like eternity, the eternity that has just begun. The silence and isolation is torture enough, but not all we are going to receive. I have no clue what types of torture demons down here know. I'm guessing they know some that even Angelus would be impressed by.

Angel seems to sense my aggravation and squeezes me even tighter. I wiggle out of his grip and stand up, walk to the wall, and begin punching it and screaming.

He walks over and tries to calm me down before we both get in trouble. Trouble down here can mean torture, pain, and death.

Time passes. Sometimes we are visited by demons who take us out of here. They take us to dangerous places with dangerous beings. In the last few thousand years (if it has been that long, I wouldn't know because I am not aging) I have had things done to me that I can't even repeat. Everywhere is black and blue, and every day it gets worse.

He's the same way. Sometimes they tell us to hurt one another, that's the worst. Down here we don't need to eat, but that doesn't make hunger go away. Hunger is something that is even worse for Angel. He tries his hardest to keep in control, and he does. But it gets harder for him all the time.

The only plus side is that Angel is here again, with his soul. We still don't know how he got it, but it's there. We never touch each other, there's no chance we are ever letting Angelus take the reins again.

One day we sit in our prison and stare at each other when a faint pop radiates through the entire cage. The two of us grab on to each other for protection. In all these years we forgot how to talk, but we still show our appreciation and love for one another.

Looking around, I cannot see anyone. With another pop someone, rather human looking, appears and I cry.

In front of me stands someone I have never seen. New demons are bad; they hurt me in mew ways. I look at my love and he growls at the creature.

"Nice to see you again Angel," it says. It waves its hands and suddenly I can feel that my voice has returned.

"What are you," I whisper.

"Ask your boy toy over there."

"Angel?"

"Meet Whistler, he's a messenger demon for the Powers that Be, he's the one that led me to you."

This Whistler guy, who I still think looks a bit shady, looks at me and smiles, "That's me kid, and I'm here to save the both of you lovebirds here."

"What do you mean?"

"This wasn't supposed to happen," he sighs. "The powers never saw the two of you falling in love or that his soul had a curse. Stupid gypsies hid that fact, not that the curse matters anymore."

"What are you talking about," Angel asks.

"Your girl here gave Angelus a gift, not a curse. Your soul is a gift Angel, no more chance of going all grr, as a friend of yours was going to call it in the future."

"Wait, so none of this was supposed to happen then? What is the future supposed to be? How long have we even been here," I ramble.

"In order, none of this was foreseen or wanted. You two were meant to help one another, Angel would have gone to Los Angeles and helped the helpless. He would have eventually earned his redemption and become human. Slayer, you were going to save the world in good old Sunnydale, close the Hellmouth, and change the world. Oh and you've been here for a good three centuries, hell time. It has only been a few months in your dimension.

Angel looks at him, "I'm going to be human?"

"Well you were going to be, but the prophecy saying that can no longer be in effect."

"Can you at least get us out of here," I plead.

He gives us an odd look. "Well I can't exactly get you out of here; the PTB's don't have that power. You two can never return to your world, but there is another option. See my bosses seem to see potential in the two of you and need you to be champions. There is another world they can send you to that will one day need your help. The slayer here knows what I mean.

I give him a quizzical look, and then I remember. A detail, just one dream A dream that I dreamt centuries ago of a world the two of us would embrace. "You can't be serious! That stuff doesn't exist!"

"Neither do either of you. I am not allowed to give any more information until the both you day yes."

I nod as does Angel. We both need out of here, and if we are together nothing matters. Angel doesn't even understand at all what Whistler is saying.

The demon smiles, "I thought that might be your answer. Grab onto my hand and the two of you will be transported to the place I speak of.

Angel touches his hand and reluctantly I follow, I sense a catch to all of this. There is no way Angel and I can get forever ever after so easily.

With a pop the world turns dark and the three of us are standing in a back alley, luckily the shadows are covering us. I look over at my love and gasp, "What the hell did you do to him!"

Angel looks at me and frowns, "What the hell happened to her!"

Whistler laughs at both of our reactions, "Did I not mention this, guess it slipped my mind. For this to work the two of you would have to become 11 again."

The two of us look at the messenger and frown. We look at each other and smile. This is kind of funny.

"So my boyfriend's soul is bound and we can't even do anything because we are kids! Is this some kind of cosmic joke!"

"Where are we," Angel asks. "And now am I going to be 11 forever.

"You are in Diagon Alley, the wizarding village in London. There were some very popular books in your world written about it. Ask your girl here."

I sigh, "Sadly he's right. I had a dream about this before that day. I'll give you more details once we figure things out. Whistler does this mean we are magical and are going to Hogwarts?"

He smiles, "Got it sweetheart. Buffy you are a half-blood, Angel that means one of your parents is magical. Your parents died and you live with your uncle." He looks over at Angel, "Angel you are a muggle-born. A muggle is a non-magical person and a muggle-born is a witch or wizard who is muggle born. The derogatory term is mudblood. Your parents also died, and you live with your childhood friend, Buffy's, uncle. That uncle is me, I'm a wizard and my name is Vincent. Make up everything else, but don't forget your story. Okay? Oh and no talk about your real past."

"Wait, a I still a slayer?"

"That would be giving too much away."

"Am I going to be 11 forever?" Angel growls. I have to say he looks really cute growling when he's 11. His voice hasn't even changed yet. He notices this two and glares at Whistler.

Whistler points to the busy street and nods at us to go into it. I walk out as does Whistler. With an apprehensive look on his face, Angel walks into the sunlight.

I close my eyes, not being able to see him turn to dust as I feel arms grab my waist. I look up to see Angel holding my waist and kissing the top of my head. I lean my chest against his and feel something different.

"He's human," I whisper, afraid that if I say it louder he will disappear.

Whistler laughs at us again, "The bosses have a bit of a soft spot for you two. Enjoy. Angel say something."

Angel is still standing there wide eyed, "I'm alive!" Suddenly he runs up to a window and looks at his reflection. "And the first time in centuries I can see my reflection and I'm a little boy again."

"Well look at it this way, you get the chance to redo your life and make it work this time, the two of you together."

"But,"

"But it isn't all going to be sunshine and daisies. Now come on you two, time to go get your wands."