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Dawn POV:
"You're alive?" he asked, stunned.
I raised an eye brow in wonder, "Uh…yeah. Why?" I asked.
"The pit…I never saw you leave it. You were trapped in the school. I…was at your house, but…" his voice broke as more tears poured down his face. I put my hand on his face so calm him, but he did the exact opposite.
He looked into my eyes, and for the first time I noticed his eyes were red and puffy. He must've been sobbing for days. I smoothed out his dark hair. His skin had gone pale. His face was trying to grasp the truth, but underneath it I saw a trace of pain.
"Dawn," he whispered my name before he sank to his knees. He sobbed into my shirt, hugging me tight. I sank too, so I could kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheek.
When I came to his mouth I whispered to him, "I'm sorry I made you go." I met his lips, but only momentarily. He parted them this time. His face turned to a scowl.
"They're coming," he said. He extended his rays from his fingertips.
"No," I told him calmly, "they're my family."
He looked at me for one moment, searching my face. Then, clearly unsatisfied, he retracted his wires. He stood by my side, resting his arms around my shoulders. He pressed his face into my hair momentarily. It took my breath away.
Willow was basically the only one who came. The rest of them were probably writhing in agony, changing.
"Oh and Logan," he switched his attention to my face, "please change everyone back when everything is settled, please?" I asked.
He just nodded, willing to do anything I asked him. Willow finally made it past the "cloud of dust" and her eyes widened in fear as she saw Logan touching me.
"Dawn, walk away from him slowly," she told me. Logan's face twisted a little into one of despair.
"Willow, no. I know who he is. His name is," I paused, looking at his beautiful features, "Logan."
Willow raised one eyebrow in surprise, "How do you know that?" she asked suspiciously.
"He, um, well…can we talk about this back at the bus?" I asked her.
She nodded, glaring at his arm lying on my shoulder. She led the way through the cloud.
"Logan?" I asked him. He looked to me for a moment, before extending his wires to change the dust back to air. Willow noticed and eyed him suspiciously.
"Will, just go," I told her. She turned to me for an instant before leading the way back to the bus. When I arrived, Buffy was writhing. I put my hand on her trembling palm.
She calmed a little. I helped her crawl to Angel. She touched him and they both calmed instantly. But Buffy still groaned.
I turned my attention to Logan. I stepped out of the way to give him some room. He walked up to Buffy first, guilt of turning her etched across his face. His hand glowed as he laid his palm on her forehead.
For a moment, she looked like she was raised by her head, like she was a magnet. A second later, her groans stopped. She breathed in deeply before opening her eyes to see Logan's beautiful amber ones.
She was ready to punch him, but I touched her shoulder.
"Buffy, don't touch him" I told her.
Buffy POV:
Don't touch him? Why? He was the guy who practically put me in hell after all.
"Dawn, what's going on?" I asked.
Dawn winced a little, probably thinking I was going to kill her, "Um…well…first thing's first, Logan can you?" she asked the boy, who was apparently named Logan.
Logan nodded. He went over to Angel and placed his glowing palm on Angel's furry chest.
"What? No. STOP!" I yelled. He was hurting my Angel. He had to stop. Why was he doing this? Dawn held me down whispering in my ear that it'll be all right.
Logan removed his hand from Angel's chest. Angel began to lash out.
"What did you do?!" I yelled to him.
"Buffy, Buffy! Angel's not human. The transformation back will be more painful," I told her.
"Back to what?" I asked her, hope for his humanity sparking in my chest.
"Back to a vampire," she answered. My heart sank. Ugh!
My Angel slowly morphed into his old self. His bare chest shone bright under the stars. He was lashing out a little bit. I ducked under is flying limbs and touched his shoulder.
He calmed instantly. His dark eyes slowly opening. When he searched the room, he came eye to eye with Logan. His face vamped out.
Logan backed away in response, "Angel," I whispered his name. He looked to me for a second, reading my face. He morphed back into his natural face.
I put my hand on his arm. He closed his eyes, relishing in my touch. I glanced at Logan. He turned to leave, but not before his arm was encircled by Dawn's. Willow walked behind them.
Angel POV:
They were green, her eyes. Where was I? All I could remember was her name, her face, her touch. "Buffy? Buffy what happened?" I asked her. She looked to me, as if it should be obvious.
"Well, let's see. That guy who just walked out of the bus," she pointed in the direction of the boy, "he turned you into a werewolf."
I raised one eyebrow in surprise. I didn't remember being furry. I shrugged it off, deciding to bask in her eyes.
"Buffy, what did he do to you?" I asked, concerned.
She sighed, "Angel, nothing deathly serious," she said to me. I looked to her as the fury sparked within me. My hands clenched into fists.
She noticed my anger and she put her hand on my face. I breathed in her scent deeply. I sighed, relaxing a little. "Don't hunt him down, okay? He seems really important to Dawn," she told me.
That surprised me. Dawn liked this guy. I shook my head in confusion. Buffy smiled a little at my response. I sat up slowly, still a little week from the transformation. Buffy stood so she was face to face with me.
"You know, personally, I like you better as a vampire," she told me.
I smiled playfully, "Well, I'll do my best to stay that way."
She smiled and chuckled a little, "Hopefully, not too long," she whispered in my ear. She leaned in and kissed my throat softly. I breathed in ecstasy.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She sighed again.
"Angel, I mean I like you as a vamp better than a werewolf. That doesn't mean I want you as a vampire forever," she told me.
My face slipped from entertained to sad.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Last year, Giles found the Shanshu Prophecy in one of his books. I was too depressed to tell…though apparently you knew," she explained.
"It was in English," she added. My face turned confused.
"You're joking. I found that prophecy four years ago. Even Wes had a hard time translating it. So, does it actually say that I'm going to turn…?" I trailed off.
"Yes," she smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief.
She lightly pushed me so my back was parallel with the seat rest. She climbed onto the seat, her knees bending outwards. She rested herself on my lap, her blond hair dancing in beautiful curls down her back.
My shirt was still off as she traced my chest. Her palm rested on the place where my heart would be beating.
"I hope," I looked up, attentive; "I hope this beats someday soon. Maybe before I turn thirty," her voice was full of hope and…fears. Her eyes were sad, her face cold. She obviously was trying to keep herself from breaking down.
I could barely stand to see her like this. I held her head in my iron grasp. She looked up to me, a single tear rolling down her cheek. I bushed it away. I searched her eyes for any hint of happiness left. There was none at the moment.
I leaned in, my breath touching her face.
She breathed in my scent as I traced her lips with my fingertip. She leaned in as well, meeting my lips with hers. Again, involuntarily, I tangled my hands in her golden hair. She gripped my head tighter to hers, my eyes closed as my body curved with hers.
More tears spilled out of her eyes as she started to realize that we were crossing our limits. Still, I kept on going. I moved from her hair to her forehead, tracing her jaw line. I never stopped kissing her. She broke free of me, to breath.
I moved to her throat, failing in my attempt to fight off my old desire. Her gentle, warm skin morphed into goose bumps among the trail I left with my lips. Her breathing became erratic as I moved to her collar bone.
That was when Willow walked into the room.
"Buffy?" she asked. Buffy whirled her head around, making kissing her that much harder. My perspective changed as I realized we had to stop.
Buffy looked into my eyes for one long moment. Then she removed herself from her spot and sat next to me. She laid her head up against the seat and closed her eyes, breathing softly.
"Buffy, Dawn had some things she wants to tell you," she said. A growl developed deep in my throat. I knew it was stupid, but I desperately wanted Buffy. As she walked out of the bus, she glanced back at me.
As soon as she round the corner, I took the same position as hers. I closed my eyes, remembering her all those years ago. Just after she saved me from the first…
She guided me to my mansion. Her hand was covered in sweat from holding mine for hours. She smiled up to me, her eyes soft. She opened my door and I sat on the couch. She sat there with me, lying on my chest.
I ran my fingers through her hair. My mind wandered to much happier times, before we knew about my soul—how I could lose it. It was a time where I could love her freely, without any limits. Now…I knew I had to suffer.
But still, the feel of her hair, the sound of her heart. It was…beautiful. I heard her soft breathing. I looked down to see her eyes closed her face at peace. For the first time since I hugged her, I kissed her forehead.
I kissed her temple, her nose, the top of her head. The feelings—that had been dulled in the hell dimension—came full force. A tear ran down my cheek at the thought that she was the one who had sent me there
But…I didn't care. She had done it because the world would've ended otherwise. And even if it wasn't, I still would've forgiven her…
My eyes opened, and sadness bordering on depression came on me to the fact that she wasn't there.
Dawn POV:
I tried to swallow, but I was little…nervous. Not even under Logan's touch could I calm. But it did take the edge off. Buffy walked over to me, her mind somewhere else. Willow shot me a warning glance, to not go overboard with my story.
Buffy came in speaking distance of me. "Dawn? What the hell is going on?" she asked, annoyed.
I breathed deeply. "Well…um…Buffy first of all this is Logan. Logan, Buffy" I introduced them.
"Nice to meet you," his beautiful, deep voice rang in my ears.
Buffy just nodded and shot her eyes back to me, "Dawn continue," she said.
I gulped, "Well…Buffy…Logan is my…boyfriend" for lack of a better word.
Buffy's eyes narrowed in disappointment. "He," she pointed to him as if he was a wild animal, "him, of all the people you could've chosen you chose him?" she asked, disgusted.
"Yes, him" I answered her, my temper flaring.
"Why?" she asked me, confused.
"For the same reason you love Angel. For the same reason that Willow loves Kennedy. Because he's mine, I met him just before you came back. He helped me through that time," I told her, controlling my anger.
"When you weren't there, and Spike was…he was there. He helped through a lot," I continued, "he was only using his powers because he thought I was dead."
"That doesn't excuse it Dawn. It doesn't make it right to hurt people just because your lover is dead," she told me. My eyes flickered to Willow.
Her face had saddened at Buffy's words. My mind flashed back to when she almost attacked me at Rack's old place. She was scary, all veiny and everything. Buffy's eyes widened when she realized she had hurt Willow.
"Aw, Will…"she walked up to her best friend. Will faced her, tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Will," she told her. She took the red head into a hug. Willow whispered something in her ear, and Buffy smiled.
"Thanks," she said. Buffy turned back to me.
"Dawn, I don't trust him. But if you can keep him under control and reverse everybody then he can stay. If he is unprotected and someone else wants to hurt him, I'll do my best to protect him," she told me.
She turned her gaze to Logan, "If you ever hurt her, ever, then my fist will be the last thing you'll ever see," she told him. His expression, knowing he would never hurt me, was smooth as he nodded.
Buffy walked back to the bus. Willow trailed after her. I took Logan to the edge of the pit, passing the morphing bodies. Remorse was clear on his face.
I took his hand in mine, "Don't let her get to you. She's just trying to look out for me."
He shook his head, "I'm not scared. I know you'd do the same for her. But if I do ever hurt you…I think I might welcome…" he trailed off, moving his sad face into the view of the skies. I looked up at him, my face morphing into rage.
"Logan, don't you dare, ever think that," I commanded.
He looked to me, his eyes sad. He gripped my head between his hands. I closed my eyes, reveling in his touch.
"I thought I lost you," he told me. His lips caressed with my forehead. A knot in my stomach formed. I leaned in close and kissed his neck, which was mostly bone. I opened my eyes to see a tear roll down his face from his closed eyes.
I closed my eyes, fighting back my own tears. His sadness caused the knot in my stomach to tighten painfully. I gripped my sides discreetly.
Even after my silent protests, a tear found its way out of my eye. I imagined his tears dance with mine as they fell to the desert floor.
"I'm sorry I made you go. I'm sorry I left you. I tried to save Sunnydale," I broke off in a broken laugh, "and look how that turned out." My sobbing started suddenly. I cried into his shirt.
He wrapped his arms around my body. He continuously whispered in my ear, "It'll be okay. I still love you. It'll be okay…" But I couldn't believe him. First Mom, then Tara, now Spike!
It was so…wrong. Good people, who would die for those who they love, end up dying in the end. Logan buried his face in my hair and my tears stopped momentarily. The feel of his skin on mine had distracted me for moments…moments that I never wanted to end.
After a while, I looked into his beautiful face. "Thank you," I whispered. He didn't speak, but smiled. He lied down on the ground, opening his arms for me to lie in.
I crawled into his embrace. I laid my head on his chest.
He encircled my body with his muscular arms. He shrugged off his jacket to use as a pillow for his head. Personally, his chest was just fine for me.
We didn't speak after that. We looked at the clear night sky and the beautiful full moon. In the silence, we both watched the stars dance. I would randomly kiss his throat in response to him kissing the top of my head.
All the while, I brushed my thumb against his arm…