Cordelia straightened Angel's tie, looking up at him. She held back the tears, she held back her sobs. She loved him. "That you have to get." She said calmly, keeping her cool. She watched him as he reluctantly went to get the phone. "I'll love you forever." She whispered so he couldn't hear. "Oh, and You're Welcome." She said her last words to him before disappearing. She came back to do what she needed to. Now she was released, she was free. If only her and Angel could've had a chance. If only once he could've held her like he held Buffy. She didn't care if he still loved Buffy, she knew for a time that he loved her and she loved him back for it.

"Cordelia!" Buffy called out. Cordelia looked around, totally confused. She was supposed to be dead, moving around… she did what she had to for the Powers. Why was Buffy there?

"What…?" Cordelia started before a vampire jumped out in front of her. She immediately went into fighter mode, reeling her fist back and punching the vampire in the face. She swung her leg around, hitting the demon in the head and knocking it to the ground. She felt a pain shoot through her side but ignored it. "Stake!" She shouted as Buffy, totally in shock threw it to her. Cordelia caught it and slammed it into the vampire, standing back up. "Okay. First of all… where the hell am I!" Cordelia shouted as if staking a vampire was nothing. She looked down at her dress, confused. "Why am I in a dress second… and third… I'm bleeding…" She said, looking to the blood soaking through her dress.

Buffy was at her side, putting the hand over the wound. "It's okay Cordelia… we'll get you to the hospital… you probably popped a stitch… when you went slayer on that vampire!" Buffy was in total shock. Cordelia never showed an interest in vampires or fighting and there she was, with moves that reminded her… for some reason of Angel.

"Stitch? What are you talking about? Whoa, whoa… I had stitches when I was… impaled…" She said, her voice going quiet. Why was she back here? She closed her eyes, taking a painful breath. "Buffy… Buffy!" She repeated when the Slayer didn't move. Buffy finally moved back, her hands going into the air.

"Sorry Cordelia… I was just trying to help… I mean, not that you can't help yourself. God, I didn't know you could fight like that… to think you would, I don't know actually help out more instead of the whole standing there and screaming…" Buffy started. She came out to talk to Cordelia alone. She was hurting because Xander broke her heart. She knew how that felt… when Angel broke her heart.

"No, Buffy, I'm sorry, just facing major shock here." She moved her hand to the bloody spot on her red dress. "It's… it feels fine… which means…" Cordelia looked up at Buffy, her mouth dropping open. She was power wielding demon Cordelia inside old Cordelia's body. Why? Did she forget something? Did the Powers want her to do something else? But why back then? And why didn't they tell her.

"You're fine? Cordy, you are bleeding…" Buffy stated… pointing to the dress. Cordelia was acting more than weird. Not to mention she still wanted to know about the whole staking a vampire like a pro. Buffy always felt special because it was something Cordelia couldn't have. Yet there Cordelia was, kicking vampire ass. That was her job. She chewed her lower lip, pouting.

"Hello! Get me out of here! I did what I had to… I said goodbye… I can't… I can't see him again… it will hurt too much…" Cordelia whispered, looking up to the sky. Where the Powers were. They were mocking her. Well, soon she would reach her limit and it was back to bitch Cordelia with demon powers. A tear ran down her cheeks, thinking to Angel. And the apocalypse that was coming. Or not… because evidently she was back in her senior year.

"I… I have to go Buffy… I will… I will see you tomorrow…" She took off running down the alley. Her wound didn't hurt because her abilities healed it. Her heart wasn't aching because Xander broke it, it was aching because she said goodbye to Angel and she was sent back to Sunnydale. The Powers had something in mind and she had done what she was supposed to… she wanted to be freed, to pass away like she should've.

"Um… okay, see you tomorrow Cordelia…" Buffy replied, taking a few steps back before turning around and walking back into the Bronze. She headed straight for Xander and Willow, still both pouting on the couch about their relationship trouble. Oz with Willow and Cordelia with Xander. "Guys, you will not believe this. I went out to talk to Cordelia, and a vamp popped out… Cordelia went major slayer on the vampire. She fought and staked it like a pro… and then ran off… with a bleeding wound."

"What?" Xander asked, concerned. No matter how much he was being bitter about this, he still cared about Cordelia. "Is she okay? You let her run off bleeding! Aren't vampires like sharks, smell the blood and follow!" He asked urgently.

"Cordelia staked a vampire by herself? I can't even do that…" Willow said, more surprised than concerned about Cordelia's well being. "Maybe we should find her then… find out why she's been holding back on us…"

"I don't know, she's pretty broken up… but I don't think it's about what happened last week, I think this is something else…" Buffy started. Her slayer senses were tingling with Cordelia. Something about her was telling Buffy something was off. Not to mention Cordelia fighting. It did not match.

"Angel?" Cordelia whispered. He was who she turned to whenever she needed help. He turned to her whenever he needed help. He fell in love with her… and she was still madly in love with him. And she needed help.

Angel looked up, Cordelia being the last persn he expected to see. He closed the book in his hands, setting it down on the fireplace. He stood up slowly, still in a little pain from both hell and the big fight with Spike. Not to mention Buffy not wanting to see him… because they still loved each other. "Cordelia? What are you doing here?" He asked her.

"Oh… Angel…." She said, looking to him. Alive. Still fighting the good fight. Not in Wolfram and Hart… about to die in an apocalypse. She knew it would happen. No one would survive it, she was leading him to his death. She stepped up to him, her hands on his cheeks. "I said it… I said goodbye…" She whispered, looking in his eyes. "I don't know why… I'm not supposed to be here…" She breathed before breaking away from him. He wasn't really looking at her. He didn't know her. He knew Cordelia Chase, Sunnydale bitch.

She turned away, tears welling up in her eyes. She was about to have eternal salvation… she was about to be freed. She put Angel on the right track, now it was her time to go. And now she stood in front of Angel, a champion who didn't realize it. A vampire who didn't have a son, who didn't love her. "It's okay Cordelia… what is it you need?" He asked her softly, concerned. The way she looked at him…

"I want you to save this for later Angel. When you are alone, when you lost hope. I love you." She whispered to him. "You will know when the time comes. You will know what I mean when I mean it… but I shouldn't be here… I said goodbye, and I said I love you. I always will Angel." She ran from the building, not wanting to see his reaction. She had to find the Powers. She had to leave.