Hi there gentle readers here's the next chapter. Hope you like it and please review. As promised Angel is back in Ireland.
In 200 years all that had changed is that Ireland was more modern than the last time Angel was here. There was still bars on every corner, still drunks falling out the doors and still fights in every street, even at 10 in the morning.
Angel walked slowly down the Irish streets looking from side to side at the virtually unchanged buildings. As he reached the end of the current street he instinctively turned left and walked for 200 metres and stopped. He looked slowly up at the building he was stood in front of and his jaw dropped. This was his house, or the house he lived in when he was first human anyway. If there was one house hat he never wanted to go in again then this was surely it. You wouldn't have thought it seen as he'd been in some of the worst buildings this world had to offer. He felt an enormous amount of guilt as he suffered terrible flashbacks of his final visit here shortly after he'd risen from his grave a vampire. He saw his sister and her happiness at the return of the big brother she loved more than anything else in the world. He saw his mother and her joy at the return of her only son. He saw his father and his disgust at the reappearance of his son whom he'd always thought useless. Finally he saw his evil vampire alter ego Angelus sink his newfound fangs into each of their jugulars as Darla watched on in joy. As he came back to the present day Angel let the tears welled up in his eyes fall.
"I can't do this." thought Angel. He knew that he'd have to come back here and face all his old mistakes again but he wasn't quite ready yet. He would come back one day and finally put an end to the things that had been torturing him since the gypsies returned his soul but the pain from the past couple of months was still fresh in his mind. He needed to get over that first, or at least begin to, before he could deal with this as well. When he did return though he would finally be able to close this chapter of his life and move on with the new one he'd worked so hard to achieve.
Being driven back to the airport in a taxi through his once hometown, Angel glanced the pub he'd been in minutes before Darla had sired him. He knew what was across the street. It was: the alley. The one he'd died in. The one where his vampire life had begun. He couldn't force himself to look, but that was one place that he definitely hadn't finished with yet. If he had any hope of leading a marginally normal human life then he would have to get over everything that had happened in his whole existence and he would but not yet.
Arriving at the airport Angel realised he hadn't anywhere to go. The pain from the loss of his fallen friends would be even worse in LA, especially after today.
After 5 minutes of racking his brain, Angel knew who to call. He took out his mobile, dialled a number and waited for some to answer.
"Hello." Came the voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi Buffy, it's me. I have a favour to ask you."
Not the most brilliant or long, I know, but just go with it. Also, again, please review.
If you're interested I am in the process of writing another Buffy story that takes place in the beginning of season 6. I am also writing an ER one.