"Faith, your.back" said Buffy softly "I thought you were, dead" "Me? Dead? As if. Coma maybe. No hard feelings or anything though B" "So you came back to taunt me?" asked Buffy regaining her confidence "Oh, and you might wanna work on the whole bed hair thing, its really not your style." "Sarcasms never been your thing B." "Things change" "Your love life sure hasn't" Buffy stood up and glared at her. " My love life has NOTHING to do with you" "Oh getting a little fired up now are we?" Faith was right, Buffy was losing it, but she couldn't help it could she. Standing in front of her was Faith. Faith. The girl she killed. No according to Faith, put in a coma. She was just standing there, tormenting her with her lost love. Her soul mate. Nobody could replace Angel in her life the two were like one. The way he looked at her, his gentle hands and lips, the way he always knew how she was feeling. The deep passion she could see and feel whenever he looked deep into her eyes. Buffy choked back a sob. 'This is not the time to get all emotional' she thought to herself. Faith was still standing in front of her, smirking, oh how Faith loved this, she could see the hurt in Buffy's eyes, and she loved it. "Paybacks a bitch B, and so am I" with one last evil smile Faith left leaving a stunned and bewildered Buffy standing there. Buffy fell back into her seat. "Oh Angel" she gasped, and the tears came. She could taste them as they fell down her cheeks and onto her lips. The familiar salty taste she had become so used to since Angel left.

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*Thud* the bin lid hit the vampires nose with a resounding thud, all the bones its nose breaking. "Your gonna pay for that Soul Boy" he growled Angel laughed "Give' it your best shot" The vampire took a step towards Angel, gasped and looked down. A large sharp wooden object was pointing out of his chest. "Oh" was all he said before he turned to dust. "Yeah you really showed me didn't you." Angel said to the pile of dust. 'This is not helping' he thought 'I need Buffy so bad, but I can never go back, I could never face her. Her warm eyes, her strong body, she seemed so fragile, yet strong, so full of life. No she's better off without me. That night, oh god that night was special, but I couldn't lose my soul, not again, I had to leave. The horrors I've caused, I have no wish to do it again, no I will stay here, alone. But I need to see her one last time. I'll go back, I need to see her one last time. She doesn't need to see me, I'll just look at her in action. Then I'll be gone forever' Angel turned around to see a sharp wooden arrow flying straight at his heart.