Angel slowly turned. The voice echoing through his skull.
"Buffy?" The word barely whispered. His feet wouldn't move. He could smell it. The bright red blood soaking the lawn. He found himself by her side, holding her still body, a dagger protruding from her chest. His hands, trying to stem the blood that flowed, knowing it was already too late. He could barely move.
"Did you find..?" Xander stopped as he saw the scene in front of him. Angel with blood soaked hands holding Buffy. He just stared, and turned his head slightly and croaked, "Who?"
The voice seemed to awaken Angel. He gently laid Buffy on the ground, lightly kissing her forehead, squeezing her hand as he steeled his resolve.
In a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "Get Willow."
Xander just nodded, and retreated into the house. Angel collapsed next to the body, and just stared. With each second his face losing more emotion.
"Angel, what is it.." Willow stopped as she took in the scene in front of her.
"I need you to do a spell, I need you to find Spike." Willow just stared, trying to take in what was happening around her.
"Spike?" She stammered, staring at the body that lay, cold on the ground. "Is she.?"
Angel just shook his head.
"Spike?" Willow voice grew, as her mental facilities kicked in as she understood what Angel was saying. "But. the soul." Nothing but silence filled the garden.
Angel stood, and in a voice that startled Willow.
"Do it.now."
Willow just nodded. The crowd that was gathering in the garden overwhelmed Angel. The emotions, the smells, the tears, were all pushed away and he focused on one thing. He would find him, and he would kill him.
Willow began the locator spell. Angel's eyes never wavered. Nobody noticed Xander coming back into the Garden.
"Where's Dawn." Angel turned. Without a word, they ran up to Dawn's room. The windows were open, the wind brushing the curtains aside. Angel just stared. He swung around, ready to go after Spike. Willow entered the room.
"Angel, it didn't work."
"What?" Angel snarled incredulously.
"It didn't work. I don't know." Willow collapsed onto the bed. "He must have some protection, something."
"Guys.." Xander's voice peaked out.
"You must be able to do something. " Angel barked out, but Willow just raised her head.
"Guys, there's a note."
Angel tore it out of Xander's hands. He could smell Dawn's blood lingering on the paper. One simple sentence.
"I did promise to protect her till the end of the world, didn't I? Tell Angelus, we'll be seein' him"
THE END
"Buffy?" The word barely whispered. His feet wouldn't move. He could smell it. The bright red blood soaking the lawn. He found himself by her side, holding her still body, a dagger protruding from her chest. His hands, trying to stem the blood that flowed, knowing it was already too late. He could barely move.
"Did you find..?" Xander stopped as he saw the scene in front of him. Angel with blood soaked hands holding Buffy. He just stared, and turned his head slightly and croaked, "Who?"
The voice seemed to awaken Angel. He gently laid Buffy on the ground, lightly kissing her forehead, squeezing her hand as he steeled his resolve.
In a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "Get Willow."
Xander just nodded, and retreated into the house. Angel collapsed next to the body, and just stared. With each second his face losing more emotion.
"Angel, what is it.." Willow stopped as she took in the scene in front of her.
"I need you to do a spell, I need you to find Spike." Willow just stared, trying to take in what was happening around her.
"Spike?" She stammered, staring at the body that lay, cold on the ground. "Is she.?"
Angel just shook his head.
"Spike?" Willow voice grew, as her mental facilities kicked in as she understood what Angel was saying. "But. the soul." Nothing but silence filled the garden.
Angel stood, and in a voice that startled Willow.
"Do it.now."
Willow just nodded. The crowd that was gathering in the garden overwhelmed Angel. The emotions, the smells, the tears, were all pushed away and he focused on one thing. He would find him, and he would kill him.
Willow began the locator spell. Angel's eyes never wavered. Nobody noticed Xander coming back into the Garden.
"Where's Dawn." Angel turned. Without a word, they ran up to Dawn's room. The windows were open, the wind brushing the curtains aside. Angel just stared. He swung around, ready to go after Spike. Willow entered the room.
"Angel, it didn't work."
"What?" Angel snarled incredulously.
"It didn't work. I don't know." Willow collapsed onto the bed. "He must have some protection, something."
"Guys.." Xander's voice peaked out.
"You must be able to do something. " Angel barked out, but Willow just raised her head.
"Guys, there's a note."
Angel tore it out of Xander's hands. He could smell Dawn's blood lingering on the paper. One simple sentence.
"I did promise to protect her till the end of the world, didn't I? Tell Angelus, we'll be seein' him"
THE END
