(Disclaimer: I own none of the characters only the story line.)

As I look at the faces of those gathered around Angel. I went through the memory of him laying there, chest not pumping up and down, blood not flowing through his heart. I just stood there looking at his pale dead body as it lied un-conscience. I remember not wanting to do what was in my mind, but I had to do it. It was my job. It came to me that I should just do it with no questions asked. So I did, I walked over to his un-conscience body and laid my hand on his white chest, as the tat on my hand burned on his skin with a light of electricity surging through his body. I pulled my hand away as he awoke.

*********************************Out of His memory

Angel sat up with his chest bare and red from the burn. Buffy noticed the burn on his chest that started to hurt. (You could tell.)

"What's that?" Buffy eyed the burn. "That looks familiar."

"I know what that is. That's the mark of an angel. Not on of them protective kind either. And I know because looks like wings. Doesn't it luv?"

"But Spike, how did it get burned on his chest. Cause I don't think people walk around with burning irons with that symbol."

"Good question. But can't answer it." Spike walked right up to the left side of Angel's bed and examined it, and then he took his hand and rubbed over it. Angel winced in pain. I ran to my room to the laptop sitting on my bed with the tat and the explanation below the picture on the web. I saved the page as Buffy walked to my bedroom door and looked at me then walked away. I got up and followed her down the stairs but I stopped five steps from the bottom and crouched down to see what Spike and Buffy where talking about. All three of them resided in the kitchen. Spike sipping a mug of blood and leaning on the counter, Buffy standing next to him with a cup of coffee; and Angel sitting at the table.

"What do we do pet?" Spike wrapped his arm around Buffy and she looked into his sea blue eyes. Every time she looked into those eyes she wanted to swim in them. She could see his soul through his eyes.

"Spike, I think we need to call him in."

"Him? Who do you mean?" Buffy looked at Spike. Spike looked deep into her soul. "Oh him. Good idea. But isn't he in England?"

"Yes. But I think he will come for this situation." So Buffy got on the phone and called some man in England. I walked down the stairs and looked at the clock on the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

"5:00 already? Whoa" I whispered.

************That night

A knock came to the door. I walked up to it and looked through the peep hole.

"Who is it?"

"Rupert Giles."

"Buffy a guy by the name of Rupert Giles is at the door."

"William go ahead and let him in."

So I opened the door for the man, he walked in with two rolling suitcases and a backpack.

"Spike? Did you shrink while I was in England?" He said with an English accent.

"I'm not Spike. Spikes in the kitchen. I'm his son." He just looked at me and dragged all his stuff to the kitchen and I followed.

"Hello Buffy. How has it been? I see you and Spike are in as much love as you were when I left."

"Yes we are. Now Giles Spike and I need your help." Buffy pointed to a slumped over Angel sitting at the dining table.

"This is what you called me for?" he said with surprise. "This is a surprise, I've never seen Angel alive before. This is a problem isn't it?"

"And, Giles there was a burn on his chest." Buffy handed Giles a piece of paper. "Here. Angel drew a picture of it."

"Quite interesting. I have seen this in one of my books." He opened on of his roller cases and pulled out an old tatty brown book. He looked at half the book before saying, "Aha! Here it is. It's the mark of the Angel of vampires. 'The angel of vampires holds these wings, in purpose to give vampires what they desire, only if the Angel wish's it. The Angel has many powers, mind reading, levitation, freezing, and blowing things up. The Angel of the vampires is all vampire though the parents of the Angel one is a vampire the other a vampire slayer.' And that is the prophesy of the Angel of vampires."

"Ok. That solves the tattoo problem. But who is this...Angel of vampires?"

I was standing behind the left side of the doorway to the kitchen listening. I rolled from behind it after the question Buffy asked and replied,

"I am." I walked over to Buffy and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"But this is impossible, the Angel of vampires is over thousands of years old. Your only 14."

"I'm 16 thank you." I said with a smirk.

"We need proof that you are who you say you are."

I took 2 steps toward Giles and shot my hand in-front of his face.

"Is that proof enough?"

"Will. How long have you had that tattoo?" Buffy walked up to me and asked.

"Um... It appeared the first morning I was here. But it was only one wing, and it was only the outline plus half the halo." I rubbed my right palm with my left thumb. I walked over to Angel and showed him my hand. "I'm the one that gave you that burn on your chest."

"Will? Did you know what it would do when you laid your hand on his chest?" Spike started staring at my hands.

"Well...I looked the tattoo up on the internet. And it said exactly what Giles book says. Except for one thing, the internet said that after doing what it was ment to do the Angel would return to where it came from. I'm sorry Angel but I was watching your dream. I saw what you wanted, and how you wanted to get it. How you and Buffy had that very passionate thing and you lost your soul and left sunny dale because you didn't wanna go bad again. Well now you can't. That's why you feel so down right now, because I restored your soul. Spike might not have a soul but he's a good man. He's the way he is at will. I reversed the curse so you have it for good. Unless you would like me to remove your soul." I said thinking he might changed his mind.

"No I want to keep it and get what I came here for." Angel shot out of the chair like a speeding bullet.

"Angel what? What is it that you want to get?" Buffy asked very confused.

"Buffy. Angel came back, not to kill the master but to get you back. His dream was when you first met and the demons blood mixed with his and he became human again. But in his dream he didn't turn back the time. Instead he kept you and he was my father. And he made sure that you never met Spike. The day Spike and Dru first arrived in sunny hell he staked them both. So you wouldn't have to go through what you did when he left. But he knows he can't get you back but he wants to try. Because he knows the caoutic things that he would do to the balance of fate." I said with a blank face.

"Angel? Is this true? You wanted to try and get me back?" Buffy said with tears in her eyes.

"Hey Buffy's my wife. And I this is my son." Spike pats my back.

"ok. Spike Angel is not going to take Buffy from you. I won't let that happen."

AN: I have a little writers block. I need your Reviews people.