Author's Note: This is a sequel to 'Identity'. To clear up a few things; it happens in season 7, my world, Angel is in season five for them, and there are some thing about Mark (I own Myles, Jack, Iggy, and Lennox) that may be confusing, read The Book of Fours by Nancy Holder. She owns Mark, but I own my version of him. All other characters belong to Joss. Hope you like my story. Questions, complaints, compliments, or reviews (please) just push the purple button in the bottom left corner. Thanks Julie.
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"Funny." Angel froze, it couldn't be. The brunette turned, her emerald eyes gleaming. "Cause I always thought it was an easy name to remember."
Angel walked towards her, not believing his eyes. "It can't be."
"Why not? And if you say, it's because I'm dead, I swear I'll kill you."
Angel reached the woman, bent down and kissed her softly. When he broke away, he smiled. "Don't ever leave again."
"And what if I do?"
"The I'll have to kill you."
"I'd like to see you try."
"I love you."
"I love you."
Suddenly, Angel and the woman turned, smiling, as the others entered the room. Mouths dropped to the floor. Wesley uttered one disbelieving word.
"Buffy?"
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Angel sat up in a flash. He was covered in cold sweat and breathing hard, something he didn't normally do. The vampire with a soul looked around at his 'posh' apartment in Wolfram & Hart, while he calmed down.
That was the seventh time he had had that dream in the past two weeks. It had been six months since he and his friends had helped Buffy stage her death, and he couldn't help but hope she would come back, to him.
Angel missed his soul mate horribly, and could help but think if he had refused to help her, she would still be here. No. That wasn't true; she would have found some one else, some other way. That's what Buffy was like, strong, stubborn, and beautiful.
Angel glanced at his clock and sighed, if vampire could sigh. He should head downstairs.
"Great. Another day in the salt mines." The vampire got up and headed to the bathroom.