Part 2

Angel tapped open the white door slowly and walked into the unfamiliar house. He walked slowly around the foreign surroundings and looked up when he felt like something pulled at him. He walked slowly up the stairs and walked down the hall towards the door down the hall. He opened it slowly and smiled sadly at what he saw. Buffy lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling.

Buffy looked up at him, and he could tell how much he wanted to keep all of her. He walked towards the bed and kneeled down cupping her cheek, he smiled warmly at her and saw the first tear slip, and he wiped it away. She smiled weepy at him and he saw the tears begging to fall.

"You came," she whimpered at him.

He smirked a little and he saw her small smile grow a little. "Of course I came."

The tears just started falling then. Hard and fast and just broken. She fell into his arms and he just stroked her hair and kissed her forehead as she let all her anger and self pity cry on his black shirt.

"It's not fair, Angel! I took care of them for so long!" She wailed into his shoulder as he caressed her hair. All he did was kiss her forehead. "Why don't they love me anymore?" she said looking up at him with her teary eyes looking innocently at him.

"They love you, and if they don't you need to know that I do," he whispered as he wiped away the tears.

More tears formed in her eyes and she sniffled lightly and smiled at him through her tears. "That was sweet," she whispered into his shirt.

"But true, love," he whispered as he hugged her closer to him. He felt her smile into his shirt and he couldn't believe it had been so long since he had touched her, felt her, and been near her. He closed his eyes tightly and held her for as much time they had together.

"What happened?" he whispered into her hair.

He felt a new batch of tears well in her eyes. "They don't like how I lead."

"What?"

"They said I killed too many people, that I was just lucky and not chosen. They thought Faith was better than me!" she wailed against his chest. "Fine, let them get killed I don't care anymore," she said into his chest.

He smiled against her head, "Okay."

She looked up at him frantically, "But you're staying, right?"

He looked down, not meeting her gaze. This wasn't fair, not to her and not to him. "Buffy…"

She got up from his embrace and walked briskly away from him and to the other side of the corner. As far as she could, the farther she got the more he couldn't hurt her. "You know what, it was a mistake. Everything was a mistake."

He looked up at her, his eyes painfully gazing at hers, "What was?"

"You. Sunnydale, everything. I never should have been the slayer. All people do is give me shit on what I'm not doing. And then men always leave me because I can never fully love them. Want to know why, Angel?" she glared at him daring to speak and all he did was stare at anything but her, "That's right, you aren't in my life. You don't want to know this stuff. Just go," she whispered, flicking her wrist at him.

His gaze snapped up at her, "What? You need help."

"No you just make everything harder because all you do is come and then leave. How about make a decision once in a while," she said as the wall that she had built around her, started building again.

He looked over at her and Angel wanted nothing more than to reach over and touch her hand to his. "What kind of decision?"

"Choose," she said firmly.

"Choose what?" he said his insides feeling almost panicked inside.

"If you leave now, you can never come back. You can never see me again if you leave tonight, because then I know that you never really did care, all you care about is making sure you help the helpless and not the people that really matter. You'll be just like everyone else. And if you leave, I promise you that no one will ever see me again."

"Buffy…"

"I'm serious Angel!" She said shaking her head frantically.

Angel moved slowly towards her bringing his hand up to her cheek but she just flinched when his hand came in contact, "I don't need your pity, Angel! I can live just fine on my own. No one wants me anyway!" She yelled at him.

"That's not true and you know it," he whispered.

"Really then why doesn't anyone want to spend time with me anymore?" She said brokenly as she fell against the wall.

He once again kneeled down next to her and pulled her into his embrace, "I want to be with you. I want to spend time with you."

"Then why do you keep leaving?" she whispered as she pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes.

"Cause I love you," he whispered into her hair.

Tears blossomed in her eyes and she tried to wipe them but Angel beat her to it. "Then stay, Angel. Or take me with you, please," she begged.

"Buffy…" he whispered.

"Please, I have nothing here," she whispered as she looked into his eyes.

"You have everything here. Dawn, Willow, Xander," he whispered.

"They mean nothing, they don't need me remember, they can do it without me," she said, her eyes blaring with anger.

He smiled sadly at her, "You just want to leave because you are upset."

"No! I want to leave, I have to leave Angel!" she said forcefully.

"Why? Why do you want to leave so bad?" Angel asked.

"I just want to be with you," she said looking up at him sadly.

He shut his eyes tightly and couldn't look at that face, and those eyes, those miserable eyes. He looked back and locked eyes with her and he noticed a tiny trace of hope. He put his forehead against hers and smiled.

"I love you, Buffy," he whispered. "But I have to go tonight." All the hope that appeared in her eyes disappeared and she stood, and he stood after her. His eyes falling as she moved around the room. He moved towards her and grabbed a hold of her wrist. She snapped her gaze at him and he pushed her body so it could mold into his, "So if we want to leave we have to leave now."

Her eyes let up slowly as the realization that she was actually going to leave with him. She hugged him tightly and squealed as he lifted her up and spun her around the room.

TBC