Chapter Fifteen

Buffy stirred in her sleep. She shifted uncomfortably as she opened her eyes. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. She sat up, for a minute confused. Wondering where she was. Then she smiled, as she realized that she was in Angel's room. She looked next to her, hoping to see him there, but he wasn't. She looked around the room. He was nowhere to be found.

"Angel?" She asked. But she got no answer. She got out of bed and pulled on a tee shirt and shorts. She walked to the bedroom door and opened it. She could hear talking coming from the back room.

"Maybe he's in the back," She said, as she followed the voices.

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Angel walked through the underground, quietly. He held the axe close to his side as he made his way down one of the tunnels. He couldn't wait for this to end and go back to his Buffy. He thought that maybe he would wait until sun raise to surprise her, but being away from her this long, was too long. He missed her. He wanted her. His sexual drive went into over load, as he thought of her.

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Buffy poked her head around the corner. Wesley looked up and smiled.

"Hi guys," She said, as she walked in. Gunn looked at her, with a much disapproved face. She just shook the look.

"Hey Buffy," Wesley said.

"Where's Angel?" She asked, as she noticed that he wasn't in the room.

Cordelia look up, from the paper that she was reading. "He...he went out to get something," She told her, trying to think of a good excuse.

Buffy laughed. She knew that she was lying. "You know Cordy, you really suck at with excuses, but it'll work."

Cordelia let out a sigh of relief. "I try."

Buffy walked in and sat down at the table next to Fred, who was flirting with Gunn. She smiled to herself, as she remembered all the times that she could remember, flirting with Angel. Her thoughts wondered.

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Angel stopped. Up a head he could see something move. He picked up speed. As he got closer, he could smell that he wasn't alone anymore. He hoped that this would go quick and easy. He had other things to do.

Out of no where, someone went flying at him, knocking him down, the axe flying out of his hand, under one of the pipes. This had made him mad. For one last time, he vamped. He stood up and growled.

"That wasn't nice," He growled, as he went after the hideous demon. He punched the demon in the face. Taking out his anger. The demon tried fighting him, but it realized that he was no match for Angel. With one twist, Angel, broke its neck. A sickening noise echoed through the sewer. "Ooh, that didn't sound too good."

With in seconds Angel revamped to normal. He bent down, pulled out his knife from his back pocket and stabbed the demon in the chest, slicing him open. He reached in the demon and ripped out its heart. He stood up and walked away.

When he got to the big opening, looking around, making sure nothing was around, he started the spell. The spell that he had been awaiting for so long.

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Cordelia got up and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. She went to the refrigerator and got the juice out. She grabbed a glass from the strainer and poured her a glass. She put the juice away when she was done and headed back to the study.

Just as she was about to walk through, a sharp pain shot through her head. "AHH!" She screamed, as the glass dropped to the floor. Flashes of visions ran through her mind.

Wesley and Gunn jumped up and went to Cordelia's side.

"Cordy, what do you see?" Wesley asked, as he held her in his arms.

"Sewer...shit...it hurts," She said, as the visions came brighter to her. Her head pounded fast and hard. She closed her eyes, hoping it would end soon. A face, flashed through her mind. A face that she had worked by for so long.

"Oh god!" She cried.

Buffy stood there, as she watched. Something about this wasn't right. She had a bad feeling.

When the visions stopped, Cordelia took a deep breath, as Wesley and Gunn helped her up. She placed a hand on her head, as her head started to pound. She looked up at Wesley, tears started to form. She saw him. She saw Angel. In trouble.

"Cordy, what did you see?" Gunn asked her. Cordelia covered her mouth, as the tears rolled down her face.

"Oh god! I...I saw Angel," She finally said. "He was in trouble."

Buffy hurried out of the room and went to get dress. Within 5 minutes, she was ready. She went back in the study.

"Where?" Buffy asked. A pain of hurt stabbed her in the heart. "Where is he?" Tears stung her eyes, as she thought of the things that could happen to him. She hated standing there. She needed to go. But she had to clue on where to look.

Gunn looked at her. "None of this would have happened if he hadn't gone to visit you," He said. Buffy just looked at him. Anger pumped through her blood.

"Where is he Cordy?" She demanded. "I need to know where he's at." She ignored Gunn.

"I saw the sewers," Cordy said.

"Okay," Buffy said. She could see the worry looks on Wesley and Cordelia's face. She walked up to them and placed a hand on Cordy's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll find him. He's going to be okay."

"Buffy, there's at least a 1000 feet of sewers. How are you going to find him by yourself?" Wesley asked.

"I'll find him. You guys look to see if you can find a shorter way to find him. I'm going down there," Buffy said, as she put on her coat.

"Here," Fred said. Buffy turned around. "You might need this." Buffy took the knife from her hand. It was the one that she had looked at earlier.

"Thanks."

Buffy walked out of the hotel. The closest sewer top she found, she opened it and jumped down. She stood there for a second. She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears that were wanting to fall. She listened. A warm feeling ran through her body as she headed right.

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Angel sat there as he performed the spell. He looked down at the small bottle. He picked it up and held it in his hands. All he needed to do was to drink it. He brought it up to his lips and downed every last bit of it.

He waited, hoping and praying for it to work. His thoughts wondered to her. What it would be like to be able to see her in the morning, without having to have to shades down. Being able to walk wherever he wanted during the day, not having to worry about turning to dust.

He stood up and started pacing. He was losing his patience's. A sharp pain ran through his body interrupted his thoughts of Buffy. He fell to the ground. A yell of pain escaped his lips. He gasped. Trying to gasp for air. His chest hurt, as his heart started to pound. Sweat pouring down his face. Everything went black.

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Buffy hurried. She could feel that she was getting closer. The closer she got the stronger the feeling got. She hoped that he was okay. She wouldn't know what to do if anything ever happened to him again. She had already lost him twice before. She wasn't ready to lose him again. She couldn't bare with the feelings again. The pain. The loneliness. The heartache. She had remembered what it had been like when she had to kill him, send her one true love, to hell to save the world from destruction. She was never able to forgive herself for it. But she knew she had too.

Tears slowly made their way down the side of her face, as she thought of finding him, not okay. She tried shaking the feeling, but the closer she got, the harder it was.

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Angel moaned as he began to move. His head and chest hurt. He could feel something warm breathe on his arm, as he opened his eyes. He felt his chest rise as he took in the air that surrounded him.

Then it hit him. He knew the spell had worked. He was human. He started coughing as he tried to get his breathing under control.

Angel looked up as he heard something move in the short distance. His sight was blurry. He rubbed them, trying to get them adjusted. As he looked, it got closer.

"Buffy?" He quietly asked. The figure got closer. Something deep down told him that it wasn't Buffy. He tried getting up, but he was too weak. He pushed with his arms to the wall. He slowly climbed to his feet. His vision was clearer. What he saw sure wasn't Buffy. It had been another one of those demons that he had killed before. It inched closer and closer to him. The demon was angry with him. With one swap, the demon cut into Angel's flesh.

Angel dropped to his knees. He placed a hand over the cut. Blood soaked his hand. An uncontrollable pain shot through him. A pain that he had never felt before. Before he knew what was happening, Angel got to his feet and tackled the demon to the ground. Throwing punches left and right into its face. Shortly he grew tired. It wasn't like before. He grew weak.

The demon groaned and kicked Angel in the chest. Sending him fly back into the wall. He lay still for a minute, trying to catch his breath. The wind got knocked out of him.

The demon picked Angel up by the neck, choking him. He stabbed Angel in the chest, with his sharp like fingernails. Angel let out a scream. He tried breathing. But couldn't catch his breath. His life was slipping away before his eyes.

Before Angel knew what was happening, the demon let out a horrifying scream, as it let him go and the demon fell to the floor. Angel lay there, in pain. His body ached. His chest hurt. He felt something cool run down his chest. He put a hand to his chest. More blood was on his hand, as he lay there still.

Buffy looked down at the demon. It had the knife she had gotten from Fred, in its back. She looked down at the lifeless body of her lover.

"Angel?" She asked, as she knelt down beside him and pulled him into her arms. She noticed all the blood on his shirt. A sickening feeling ran through her stomach as she looked. "Oh god!"

Angel's pain faded as he heard her voice. He opened his eyes, and looked up into the face that he had grown to love for so many years. "Buffy?"

"Yes, baby, it's me," She said, as the tears rolled down her face. "You're going to be okay." She placed her hand over Angel's wound and applied pressure. He winched in pain. Buffy reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

"Oh, my sweet Buffy," He said, as he touched her cheek.

"Hang on Angel, help is on their way," She said, as she hung up the phone.

"I...I wanted to surprise you. Be able to have the life that we always wanted to have," He said, as a few tears rolled from his eyes. "I'm sorry Buffy."

Her heart ached. "And we will have the life that we want. You just have to stay with me here," She told him. Pain of being left alone stabbed her in her breaking heart. She couldn't lose him. He was everything to her. She needed him as much as he needed her. Everything was perfect.

Angel closed his eyes, as the pain shot through him. "I think it's my time to leave."

"Don't. Please don't say that. I need you here with me. Please don't leave me Angel," She cried.

She bent down and kissed him. Trying to let him know, that he can't leave. That there is so much more to life, then fighting evil.

He kissed her back. He could feel that he was drifting away from her. He didn't know how long he had left. But he knew he had to try to stay as long as he could.

Buffy looked up at the ceiling. A small bright light shined through. She closed her eyes and prayed. Praying that he wouldn't leave her.

"I love you Angel," She whispered, as she kissed him again.

He looked up at her. He brought a hand up to her face and lightly brushed away her tears. "I've never loved anyone in my life, as much as I love you. You've been the best thing that has ever happened to me my entire life. And I am so sorry for all the pain that I've ever caused on you," He said, as he ran his fingers over her lips. She softly kissed them. She could taste the blood. His blood. But she didn't care.

"I love you so much." His breathing started fading. She knew. She cried, as she could feel him go weak in her arms. "Forever... My Love." He was gone.

"Angel? No! Please!" She cried. "PLEASE don't leave me. OH GOD!" She buried her face in his neck and cried. "I can't do this without you. Please! I need you!"

Everything she ever hoped and wished for was gone. She felt as though her world came crashing down.

"I love you baby. I love you so much. Please don't leave me. Why?"

Buffy held him close to her in her shaky arms. Rocking back and forth, as she cried everything she had in her. "Forever," She whispered, "Forever."