Authors note: This could be a long and painful journey guys..sorry. In the following chaps I will still be writing from POV but You will stand for either Angel or Buffy, depending on who's POV it is. Thanks for the reviews everyone!!!!

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Chap 10

"Welcome to Sunnydale." I glanced at the sign that passed me by as I drove into the old town. How could anyone be welcomed to the Hellmouth?

I continued to drive, allowing my senses to kick in, knowing that I would find you no matter where you would be.

I passed the first cemetery and felt no tingling sensation and continued my journey until finally I felt it, faint yet not that far away. I stopped the car and stepped out into the night to find my love.

I walked onwards, excitement was building up inside me as I thought that I was finally coming home. Finally I was returning to you, like a soldier from a long forgotten war.

I smiled to myself as I walked, wondering what you were doing, wondering if you were busy fighting the good fight.

Damn I wish I had turned and fled the moment I felt the tingle.

But no, the dumbass that I am meant that I continued my searching.

Finally I reached an old crypt, I could sense that you were inside. Hunting a new demon perhaps. Pity I was too consumed in finding you that I didn't pick up my childes sent.

******

I pulled Spike down for another kiss, embracing his body against mine. My nails left deep ridges in his back as I scrapped them along his tough skin, blood drizzled down the little rivulets.

Our tongues met in a force of fury as I tore at his clothing, dying to be closer to his dead skin. He knew I needed him.

"Slayer." His voice sounded gruff and unsteady.

Then he entered me, pounding into me with such ferocity that I'm sure a human body would not have been able to stand. Such force that even I feared my bones would break.

The door slammed open.

I peered out from under Spike and there you stood, there stood my love. My heart skipped a beat as I saw your face, contorted into an angry growl. If looks could kill.

Spike stopped moving as he noticed what I was looking at and instantly a pleasure-ridden smile appeared on his cold face.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." Spike made no attempt to move away from me.

"Spike." I sounded from beneath him, pushing my hands against his chest in an effort to move him. He moved once my slayer strength kicked in.

"Angel."

"Buffy."

"Spike."

"Peaches."

The room fell into silence. I sat still, not wanting you to see the pain that had just crossed my face, not wanting you to see the anguish I now felt. I dared not to look at you for fear of what you would say. Do.

Tension grew within the room as both of you fought for male dominance, even though this was Spike's place. I knew you were both searching for weakness in the other.

Spike rose from the bed and slipped his jeans on, not taking his eyes off of you, yet still I sat, unable to move, my eyes searched the room for an escape. Unluckily for me, you blocked my only one.

******

Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.

How dare he touch you. How dare he lay a finger on you. How DARE he kiss you. I swallowed my anger as I stared at you, desperate to strike out at Spike, yet I contained the anger. There was plenty of time for torture; I just didn't want you to see the violence that I could produce.

Spike stalked up to me, his body showed signs of readiness. But what for? Readiness to fight or readiness to flee? Then there was the smell.

He reeked of you from head to toe. No longer did he smell of fags and whisky but of you. Not of Dru or hell, maybe some whore but you. Now that was what threw me over the edge.

With one quick movement my fist had connected with his face. I moved so fast that all he could do was block my advances. I took pleasure in the sound of his swearing voice and occasional yelps of pain, I especially took pleasure in the sound of bones cracking and the satisfying squelch as my knuckles met his flesh.

My knuckles grew sore, from the friction created between his face and my hand, but still I continued, there was no way I was going to stop.

Until I heard your tiny voice, so far away.

And once more I was yanked forcefully back to reality as I steadied my hand and forced my muscles to stop. You were sat, curled up on the bed your deep green eyes bore into mine and then you spoke once more.

"Stop." You almost whispered it. It was faint and feeble yet I heard the slight hint of demand that hung in the air between us.

I looked down at Spike, his bruised and bloodied body lay stretched out on the floor. I gave one last kick before leaving; I had to get out into the open. I had to get away from the smells.

******

As I watched you, a wave of happiness almost swept over me. Almost. Finally someone had saved me from Spike, you were my saviour.

You left and I let you go. I knew now that our relationship could never be redeemed we could no longer carry on as friends after you saw what I did.

I'm cheap. I'm a cheap whore. That's all I am. I look down at the position I am in, sat naked upon Spike's bed. The worst position I could ever be in.

I dressed slowly not wanting to go out and face you but knowing that you would want to talk it through. Its what you always want to do.

"Buffy." Spike mumbles from the floor and attempts to get up.

"What?" I say tearfully.

"Don't go to the ponce."

"What you going to do Spike? Come and get me?"

He sighed a uneedy sigh and lay back down on the solid concrete. I had won, for now.

****** This was too much for me to take. Imagine your worst fears and then double them by a million. That was how I felt. That is what you did to me.

My knuckles ached and blood stained my hands. His dirty blood stained my hands. I looked at them once more and decided it wasn't enough of Spike's blood.

Then you rounded the corner like a glistening princess. As soon as I saw you, anger and fury soon gave way to love and devotion.

You avoided my look. I could sense that you were uneasy, your breathing was sharp and shallow and for some reason you were scared.

Scared? Do you really think I would hurt you?

Stupid question really, when I had hurt you so many times before but mentally rather than physically. Finally I caught a glance at your deep eyes. What I saw shocked me more than you could imagine.

No longer was I able to look deep into your soul and know exactly what you felt, all I could see were deep black, bottomless holes that seemed to stretch for eternity.

Anger rose again inside me. He had done this to you, he had stained you. I now felt myself angry with you. You had been given another chance at life but yet you chose to do this, chose to live it with Spike.

"Why?" My words stumbled out before I could stop them.

"I needed to feel."

"Feel? FEEL? Why couldn't you have come to me? I would have helped."

"Angel, your not part of my life anymore, you were the one who moved on. I need to learn to get help without you."

"So you turn to Spike."

"It wasn't like that."

"Looked like it to me."

"You were the one that ran out on me Angel, you were the one that has allowed me to suffer this torment without you. I had to cope. I had to cope without you by my side through all those years. You think I can't cope now?"

Her words cut into me like knifes.

"Clearly you can't!" I gestured towards the crypt.

She fell silent. "Go." Her words were spoken so defiantly it struck me hard. This time she didn't turn her eyes away from me and instead of black holes; I saw the burning fire of her anger. "How dare you just walk in to my life and expect me to instantly take you back."

"I never said that." True, true.

"You were thinking it though Angel, Just go will you?"

"No." I stood my ground.

"Then I will." She turned her back and fled.

There she left me stood alone in the cemetery. Left me to think over what had just happened. She couldn't live like this, I wouldn't allow it, and she deserved more.

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