Author's Note: This takes place from Angel's point of view which is a nice change for me cause I was getting bored of writing as Buffy, (no offense to Buffy or anything, but sometimes you just need a change!)This is my first time writing as Angel so be nice! So, as for the Storyteller's outfit . . . what can I say? I've been watching too much anime and I think it's something she would actually wear since she's very dramatic. Also, thanks for sticking with me all the way to chapter 10! I hope you continue to enjoy this story for a long time!

Buffy was gone.

One moment she was holding me and then the next . . . she vanished into thin air. I took a shaky breath in and looked around the room. Xander looked furious—not that I blamed him, I was furious as well—Willow was practically in tears since she had just lost her friend in the course of ten seconds and Giles—well, he looked like a man who had just lost his own child.

And I . . . I had lost my lover, my life. Buffy was everything to me, my reason to keep fighting and now that she was gone I wasn't sure how I was going to stay calm. I met Giles's gaze.

"Explain." I ordered. The Watcher adjusted his glasses as Willow burst into tears. Xander quietly shushed her, but I could see that she was still in huge pain.

"Well, A-Angel, do you have any recollection about what's going on here?" I surveyed the room, which wasn't the library. How did I end up here?

"No." I answered simply. "You better tell me."

"No, let me." A voice came from behind. I turned around and saw a strange blond haired woman who was wearing a Japanese school girl outfit. Her hair had been pulled up into a pony tail and she was sucking on a red lollipop.

"Nice outfit change," Xander remarked sarcastically.

"You like it?" The woman asked. "What can say? It's not Shakespeare, but I've been dying to cosplay for quite some time now. Besides, it's not like I'm in the show." She took a step towards me. "How are you doing Romeo now that your Juliet has been taken away?"

The reference didn't make me any happier.

"Who are you?" I snarled. "And what did you do with Buffy?" She smirked and wrapped an arm around my neck which I promptly removed.

"Feisty, aren't we?" She took a few steps towards a door. "And as for Juliet," She replied. "Go see for yourself." She went through the door and left. I turned back to Giles.

"What the heck is going on here?" I growled.

"Basically, Buffy got her, the Storyteller Demon, mad at her and now as punishment we're all being forced to do a production of Romeo and Juliet."

The whole thing didn't seem that bad to me.

"And the problem is . . . ?" I asked.

"You know that people die in this show?" Xander asked; I nodded. "Well, we all die too."

"And there's the little fact that when you go onstage you become your character completely and forget about you." Willow added, wiping tears away. "So, if you don't die in the play, your brain will get fried."

"I was Romeo?" I questioned, though I knew the answer.

"Yes." Giles replied. "And you forgot who you were and now Buffy has become Juliet." Anger overwhelmed me and I punched a wall, putting a huge hole in it.

"Any ways out?"

"Afraid not," Giles answered. "At least, not any right now."

And then a loop-hole occurred to me. I was immortal. Romeo was not. So, there was no way I could die. And if Romeo couldn't die, then the story couldn't possibly go forward.

The spell would break.

"Does the Storyteller know what I am?"

"Why should it matter if you're a—?" Willow quickly shut Xander's mouth.

"Walls have ears, you idiot!" She yelled. Giles thought for a second and then caught on to my idea.

"A loop-hole," He whispered. "It might just work!"

Everyone smiled.

"Keep working on it," I commanded. "I'm going to see what's going on with Buffy."

"Angel!" Willow called. "Buffy isn't Buffy. She won't know who you are just like you didn't know who she was. It might be hard to watch."

I smiled my thanks.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Giles nodded, clearly grateful that I had come up with at least some hope.

Now, I would have to deal with Buffy. I pushed through the doors into a theatre.

Buffy, not Juliet.

I was going to kill that Storyteller at the end of this.

Author's Note: Okay, next chapter is more of the play and maybe an appearance of Spike backstage! (Maybe, I'm not sure if I want him wreaking havoc right now or not.) So review and let me know what you think.