Wesley looked at the phone for a moment, wondering why it had gone dead. He paused, seeing a knife sticking out the other end as Wesley slowly traced it back to Angel, who stood at the other end of the room, his face serious and grim. Wesley suddenly remembered that Angel had vampiric hearing, and heard every word from Willow.

"Angel… I, uh…" Wesley stammered, having nothing else to say to the vampire. Angel looked to the wall, staring at it for a moment with an expressionless face. Wesley stood up, taking a cautious step to Angel, who took a step away from the man.

"I'm going out. You are to return to LA, I am not going back." Angel explained tonelessly, grabbing for his leather jacket and sliding it on. Wesley coughed, trying to clear his throat.

"Surely you can't stay… The Powers That Be need you…"

"They can find another champion. I am not going back unless Buffy is with me, alive and moving." Angel growled, slamming open the door causing Wesley to jump, hitting against the table and knocking some books to the floor. Angel walked from the room, his fist clenched tightly as Wesley shook his head, picking up the books.

Willow and Xander held each other, his head down as he rested it on Willow's shoulder. Willow was crying just because all the emotions were getting to her… it was sad, and because she was a chosen one, it only added to the effect. Willow sat up, letting Xander lay back down in the hospital bed. She looked up as Anya stepped into the room. "You should go, Xander needs to rest and so do you." Anya explained, ushering Willow out of Xander's room.

"Did you get to see her body Anya?" Xander asked, looking up at the ex-vengeance demon, who only shook her head in reply. She sat down on the bed next to Xander and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend. "She's really dead…"

Angel stepped into the hospital, his head up high as he tried to smell Buffy. He frowned, knowing it would be too difficult to try and pick up her scent. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. They shared a bond; by demon marriage they would be mystically connected. He turned, looking down a hall. She was down there.

He ran down the hall, looking into each window. He finally found the one he was looking for as he pushed at it. It wouldn't budge, being locked. So Angel slammed his fist into the metal, breaking the door open as he raced in. He ran to a cart, Buffy lying underneath the sheet as he choked back a sob, kneeling down next to her dead body.

"Oh Buff… this wasn't supposed to happen… you can't die, we were going to go live in LA and be happy. Fighting evil side by side…" Angel said, his voice just above a whisper as tear began to slide down his cold cheek. He pulled back the sheet carefully, looking at her pale face as he sobbed, taking her hand.

He took her hand and pressed it against his wet cheek. "No Buff…" Angel sobbed, kissing her hand. He then leaned forward, kissing her lips once. "I can't live an eternity knowing I lost you." Angel swore, reaching into his coat as he pulled out a wooden stake.

"You were the only person who ever really made me feel human. I didn't deserve you, yet you loved me. And now you are gone…" Angel ranted, running the stake between his fingers, staring down at it.

"As I will be." Angel said, his voice becoming hard as he raised the stake up to his heart, closing his eyes, letting a lone tear slide down his cheek, dripping onto Buffy.

"Hello, fancy meeting you. Got to say, this whole Buffy and Angel business, great trick. But you see, there is one little flaw. I will be the one who will take down the Slayer, I have a personal grudge against her. You, you just moved into town and got your girl to do all the work." Spike announced, striding over to the wizard, who stared at Spike, in shock.

"W-Who-Who are you?" The man inquired, taking a step away from the caldron. He frowned, glaring at the blonde vampire. "Why aren't you in the spell? The whole town is in some level of the town, how did you get out of it?"

Spike laughed, tapping the back of his head. "See, some bastards decided to stick a chip in my head to keep me from tearing everyone apart. I may not be able to bite or hurt you, but I can do something else." Spike growled, his face vamping out.

The man's mouth dropped open as he decided to take off running, trying to escape the cave. Spike chased after him, grabbing him and throwing him onto the ground. He felt the pain course through him as he cried out, griping his skull.

"That's bloody it!" Spike shouted, pushing the caldron over as the man let out a cry, tackling Spike as they hit the ground that was covered in the water from the caldron. The water splashed around them and suddenly they were falling again.

Angel blinked a few times, staggering back. He was confused and dazed as he looked in his hand, seeing the stake. He dropped it and it bounced off the floor, rolling around as the memories of everything he had just done flashed back. He held his head, letting out a groan of pain.

A loud clatter came from behind Angel as he turned around, still a little lost as he recognized the two figures that seemed to have appeared in the room. "SPIKE!" Angel shouted as the blonde vampire stood up, shaking his head, trying to dry himself off a bit. He adjusted his jacket.

The man stood up, slipping and falling onto the hospital floor again as he let out a groan. "Who is that?" Angel asked Spike, looking down to him.

"It's the sodden wizard who has been trying to kill you an' the Slayer off. I would kill him myself but I can't hurt the man without my head feelin' like its getting split."

"What do you mean?" Angel asked curiously, grabbing the man by his collar and lifting him up. Angel looked to Spike, waiting for an answer. He was still mad at Spike for torturing him and trying to kill him. But Spike seemed like he was trying to help him and Buffy, so he was going hear out the blonde vampire.

"I can't hurt humans; a group of military wankers neutered me. And not a word Peaches. I have been saving you and Buffy's asses, so don't say a word." Spike growled angrily, knowing that Angel would get a kick out of Spike being neutered.

Angel stared at Spike, knowing he was telling the truth. The corner of his mouth twitched as he held back from busting out laughing. It was too funny, a neutered vampire. Couldn't hurt a human. This was great. This was more than great.

Angel broke from the thoughts of Spike not being able to hurt anyone as he drew his attention back to the man. He growled, his face vamping out. "Fortunately, I can hurt you. And kill as well." Angel growled, punching the man in the face. He then picked him up, slamming him against the wall. "Question is, should I kill you?" Angel asked, slamming the man's head against the wall, knocking him out. He looked back to Buffy lying on the hospital bed.

"Is Buffy okay?"