Title: With Every Decision

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Summary: A wish to change the past, save the future Reviews: Readers Rock but Reviewers RULE!

Warnings:Possible spoilers throughNot Fade away. Character death.

"I seem to makes things worse for people. But I try, I try to be the champion they say I am. I think the more people use that word, the more I fail them. Buffy, Darla, Connor, now the BlackThorn. Every decision I make is wrong. Do you know what I mean?" Angel slurred, his scared but healing face hidden beneath the shadows of the smokey bar.

"Yes, honey. I do." Replied the redhead with the southern drawl. Her comforting eyes had a spark of mischievous delight behind them. The spark went unnoticed by Angel's glazed eyes.

"All of them." Angels voice grew hollow, his eyes distant. "Even Spike, I failed them all. Led them to a battle that didn't change anything. Got them killed even…oh god…Fred. Her soul…it's gone…and Gunn, Wesley. Cor…Cordelia…Doyle. If I died instead of him that day, everything would have been better. For all of them, things would have been so much better." Angel begins weeping. His massive shoulders shaking as he leans forward.

The woman's eyes flared with sincere grief, the pain of her own past reminding her why she's doing this. Her hand rises up and awkwardly pats the large vampire's back.

"Shhh…it's going to be ok." He southern drawls slightly fades away. "Don't you wish you could make this go away? All of these mistake you've made? Don't you wish you could make things better?"

"Everyday." Came his grave reply.

"Tell me? Tell me what you wish. Tell me how things could better." Her voice soothing, Urging him on.

He shakes his head, "It's too complex. Too much to change, how could I say one thing and change all of this?"

She leans her head on his shoulder, a small spell mumbled underneath her breath and she gave off a new scent.

"Buffy?" He mumbled confusedly. 'Buffy wasn't here was she? Is she here to save me? Or kill me for letting Spike die? Am I going insane?' Angel mentally asked himself.

"What would you change?" It was Buffy's voice, coming out the redheaded woman's mouth.

"I wish…I wish…I wish one thing, just one thing would change in the past. One thing to change that would solve of all these problems."

The redheaded woman changes into a red veiny demonic mockery of the beautiful girl that once stood there. Her hair melts from red to brown; her scent changes from Buffy to someone else, someone familiar to Angel.

"Wish granted!" She stated in a echoing voice.

Angel's eyes cleared and widen slightly.

"Anyaka? I thought you died!" Was all he got out, before everything flashed before his eyes.

TBC...