AN – I didn't feel like going back and getting exact lines from B2, so the references to the show aren't exactly perfect, but you all get the drift and have seen it plenty of times to get whats happening.
Part 4
**That's it, its time for this skinny little bitch to die. I've had it with her** thought Angel as he slashed and thrusted at her with the sword. **A few more hits and I should have her right where I want her…on her knees begging for me not to kill her. I ought to let her live, let her feel the horrors and suffer greatly for all the trouble she's created** Swing…kick…jab…**She'll be begging for mercy before I've done even a fraction of what I plan to do to her** His anger was taking over every corner of his mind. He didn't even feel the solid blow the Slayer had landed. Suddenly he found himself on his knees in front of the blonde haired bain of his existence. **If she thinks she's won then sh--… Aaaaaah, what's….happening…no…it can't be…this can't be happening again** He screamed and fell forward onto the ground.
He slowly regained some equilibrium. Looking up he saw the light of his undead life staring down at him, a sword firmly grasped within her beautiful hands.
"Buffy…where are we?" he asked in a pain filled voice.
"Angel?" answered the blonde.
He slowly got to his feet…his whole body felt as if it were laced with lead weights…his brain lost in a sea of confusion. **I-I can't remember anything…why can't I remember anything. Why does Buffy look like she's ready to attack me…why does she look like she hates me?**
"You're hurt," he stated and then pulled her body into a tight embrace
**Oh god it feels so good to hold her. Her body's so warm and soft. I don't ever want to let go**
"I-I can't remember…everything's so muttled," he said softly.
**This doesn't make any sense. What's happened to my memory. Everything feels so different. Buffy feels so different. What's happened…** A few hazy images began to flash in his mind…talking to Buffy in his apartment…Buffy pointing something that looked like a rocket launcher at him…a woman he recognized as a teacher from Buffy's school lying dead in a bed…a fight in a graveyard…Giles tied to a chair. **I feel like there's something I should know…nothing makes any sense.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in months."
"Shhhh…close your eyes."
He closed his eyes an then felt her lips upon his.
**She smells so wonderful. But why does she want my eyes closed? Why do I have a this feeling that I'm never going to see here again?" He then felt a searing pain in his chest and looked down to find the sword that Buffy had been holding lodged below his heart.
"Buffy" he screamed and reached his hand out toward her.
He felt something pulling him from behind. He tried to break free but found himself trapped in the position he was in. **Why?** was all that he could think repeatedly to himself. And then…more images flashed into his head…but this time they weren't just random images…they were whole series' of events. **No…oh god no…what have I done? How could I have-**
The whirlpool sucked his body in and closed leaving behind the blonde who was no longer holding a sword.
Buffy sat up with a jolt, sweat pouring down her body. The dream. It was the same dream she'd had almost every night since she'd killed him and sent him to hell. Except that this time it had been different. Instead of seeing the actual events as they had happened she had seen them through his eyes…felt his pain, his confusion, his love for her, and his hurt when she'd stabbed the sword into his body. A rush of nausea overwhelmed her. She leapt out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting violently, trying to purge all the feelings that were swirling in here head.
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**I told them I could kill him, but I don't know if I really can. He's still Angel, or at least maybe someday he still could be. How can I kill my soulmate, my lover?** She wondered as she saw him pull the sword out of Acathla. Rage and hatred radiated from every pore of his body, his handsome strong body. She didn't think she could do it. But she had to. Especially now. If not they would all die.
She lunged at him, attempting blow after blow with the ancient sword. She tried to keep herself from thinking about the situation and just let herself fight. **I have to do this. I can't let the world, my family, my friends suffer because of my feelings.** She slashed and swung at him. But suddenly she found herself on the ground in the garden, completely unarmed, with the vicious killer who bore the face of her cherished angel staring menacingly at her. For a second, just a second she wondered…**Would it be so bad to let it all end, to no longer have to fight anymore** But it was only a second. She knew she couldn't sacrifice the world to end her pain. And with a renewed vigor she resumed her attack. **This is my life, this is what I have to do, I to save the world, again, and I have to kill him**
Finally she had the upper hand because there before on her on the ground knelt Angel, her once savior, in a vulernable position. It was time, and she knew it. But then, he looked up at her, pain eminating from his eyes.
"Buffy" she heard his whisper.
**Oh god, Angel, it can't be….how can this be happening?** She stared him, heard him speak to her with sadness and confusion in his voice. She wanted so badly to hold him and tell him she loved him. Frozen by the turn of events, she just stood there and suddenly felt his arms around her. Tears flowed freely down her face. Her eyes suddenly came to rest on the statue in front of her, a swirl of energy beginning to come out of his mouth. And she knew what she had to do. She had to kill him, her Angel.
**How can I do this to him? I can't lose him again** But it was her job. She was the slayer and that meant making sacrifices, never having what she truly wanted.
"I love you" she sobbed and the plunged the sword into his chest.
**He'll never forgive me for doing this, I can never forgive myself. I killed him**
"Buffy", he said in a barely audible, strangled voice.
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