Chapter 3

There was silence for a few moments, while the three of them tried to comprehend what had just been said.

'Dead huh?' Buffy uttered, breaking the quietness that had filled the night. 'Nothing new,' she began walking not wanting to be part of the current situation going on in the graveyard.

'Buffy!' Angel and Spike both said in unison again as they were calling out to Buffy.

They both stared at each other for a moment then continued running after Buffy.

'You can't just walk away from this,' Angel pronounced.

'And why not? It's not like I haven't been told I'm going to die before. Somehow even If I did die I don't think it's going to be much of a problem', she said, saying the last part quietly as she remembered being brought out of heaven…or more like torn out. Look I'm going home,' She began walking away but turned around as the two vampires were about to start walking as well. 'And don't think about following me!'

They both stopped as they watched her disappear into the night like they had done themselves many a time.

There was no words spoken for less than a minute when both Spike and Angel blurted out, 'It's your fault she's gone!'

They both stared awkwardly at each other, Angel was the first to speak, 'Okay we really have to stop doing that,'

'Mhm...You know it is your fault. Coming back to SunnyD, it's not your town anymore,' Spike paused, 'and she's not your's anymore either.'

'Oh don't bring Buffy into this, it's-'

'Oh I will bloody well bring her into this!' The bleach-blonde exclaimed. 'We both know the reason your back is because you can't take Buffy getting on with her life and…what are you looking at?' he asked as he saw Angel's shocked expression.

Before either of them could say anything a rather large green, horned demon jumped on Spike.

'Bloody hell!' he yelled as he threw the demon off him.

Angel switched to his game face and began fighting the demon.

A few punches and kicks later, the demon was dead with a snap of his neck. Angel shook his head, reverting back to his human-like state and turned around to find Spike gone.

'Sneaky bastard' he thought out loud.

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Spike walked swiftly along the pavement of the streets in good old, demon-filled Sunnydale. His head was full of mixed emotions and confused thoughts and before he had time to go through them all, he had reached the house of Buffy Summers. His mind now completely blank caused his legs to do the thinking, which seemed to carry him around to the back of her house. As per usual, the blonde beauty (in his eyes) was perched on the steps of her porch with her knees drawn up to her face. She looked so alone and afraid, she was in state where he thought if he touched her, she might break. He realised perhaps had been standing there too long making himself obvious when Buffy looked up and glared at him.

'Are you just gonna stand there all night?' Buffy said angrily, voice shaking slightly.

'Sorry…I…' he trailed off, not exactly prepared or sure of what to say.

He sat down on the steps next to her as he had done so many times before.

'Why is it that you have this way of turning up at the exact moment something goes wrong?' she asked nervously.

Spike opened his mouth to reply but stopped when Buffy continued talking.

'And then you manage to make everything just go away…just poof,'

He looked into her eyes, trying to understand what she just said, trying to work out if she was lying to him, trying to see anything. She looked down at her feet as if they were the most important and interesting things in the world.

'Poof?' he asked with a sarcastic tone.

She cracked a small grin and he smiled with her.

She looked up and spoke once again, 'You should go, I'd like to be alone…' Buffy immediately regret what she had said as she realised that Spike's company was more comforting than the cold, dank night.

He nodded, feeling a little rejected but got up to leave anyway. Before he left Buffy's sight he stopped, a familiar scent floating around the air. All his messed up thoughts now pointed to one poof with a soul, Angel.

Sure enough, in front of him Angel stepped out from the bushes much to his dismay.

A distressed 'oh my god' could be heard from the steps as Buffy thought she was going to crack.

She looked up at Angel, there he was, tall, dark and brooding all rolled into one.

'Buffy,' he said blankly.

'Angel,' she replied with a sigh.

'Look, I didn't come back here to ruin your life, I came here to help,' he told her with a glint of sadness in his eyes.

Buffy sighed for the trillionth time that night, and spoke rather dejected voice 'Well you're doing a swell job,'

He looked into her eyes, which were riddled with memories and pain.

He suddenly felt angry. What right did she have to be mad at him? He was giving her a warning of her death and offering help to prevent it! If anything, he deserved a thankyou!

Buffy observed his sudden change in mood, from sad to about-to-burst anger.

The about-to-burst state soon turned into burst form and Angel began his rant, repeating his thoughts, 'What right do you have to be mad at me? I'm giving you a warning of your death and offering help to prevent it! If anything, I deserve a thankyou!' he finished his what sounded like one-sentenced rant and breathed heavily. Before Buffy could even retort he put the icing on the cake, 'And what's up with you and Spike?'

'Oh my god,' Buffy said tiredly whilst rubbing her hands into her face.

A/N As you can tell this chapter's more about personal differences than the vision, more on that in the next chapter.