Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for this delay! I've been so busy lately! I literally have three hours every night to do everything I need to get done, and if you knew me, three hours is not enough time! I've been working on this chapter for a while. I've written it out, but kept changing it. It's was a harder chapter for me to write! I hope you guys enjoy it! Oh, and there is some minor language down the page—just a heads up!

This is, sad to say, the last chapter! I've totally enjoyed writing this story. All the reviews made it so much better! I'll work on a sequel, probably. Not exactly sure yet. I have a few more ideas in my head (that sounds kind of crazy!). Just keep a lookout for me and the sequel!

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Collins had his arm around Angel, protectively. She had calmed down significantly. Angel was no longer trembling, but the fear was still there—in her eyes. In the way she had her arms wrapped around him so tightly, and how she was clutching his shirt. It hurt him to see Angel like this, seeing her fear and not being able to do anything about it. He gently ran his hand down her arm, trying to comfort her; let her know that he was there. Angel jumped slightly, startled by the feel of Collins' hand. Collins noticed the look of shock on Angel's face, quickly replaced with fear. His lips gently grazed Angel's cheek as he whispered, "It's alright baby…we're leaving."

Angel relaxed a little as she nodded to Collins. She wanted o get out of here as soon as possible. A noise at the door caused them both to stop in their tracks. Collins' head snapped towards the door, hoping it wasn't who he thought it was. Angel had let go of Collins and backed away, pressing herself into the wall. She was so close. So close to leaving this man behind her. In her head, everything she had ever gone through with Jason—everything he did to her, kept repeating over and over again.

Collins' eyes were still glued to the door. He couldn't bring himself to look away. He knew Angel wasn't in his arms anymore, but couldn't look away. He didn't know what to do. Should he just run with Angel, hide, or…what? This wasn't a predicament Collins wasn't normally in. All he knew was that Angel, his Angel, was terrified of this man, and what he had done to her. And to Collins, that was enough.

Angel heard the door opening and quickly ran back to Collins, snaking her way back into his arms. She immediately felt the safety in his arms as he tightened them around her. "Collins…" she whispered, her eyes glued to the door that was opening. She could hear Jason looking for something he had dropped.

Collins turned to face the, once again, shaking Angel. "Baby…I won't let him get to you. I won't leave you," he told her, promised her. She was clutching his shirt for dear life while her head was buried in his chest. Collins kept one hand on the middle of her back, keeping her close to himself. He brought his other hand to the side of her face, stoking her hair and face gently. He wanted to take this away from Angel—not let her deal with this. But that wasn't really an option anymore. Se had to face this, but he would be with her the whole time.

Angel felt Collins hand on her face and felt more relaxed. Collins always had a way with helping her calm down when she couldn't. "What the hell!" a slurred voice yelled. A drunken Jason had finally found what he had dropped and stumbled through the door. He was staring at Angel, his eyes piercing with anger. His glare shifted to Collins, who now had both arms around the visibly shaking Angel. "Who the fuck is he?" He spat out, walking towards them. "What the hell is going on here Angel?"

Angel was gripping Collins shirt so tightly now, her knuckles were white. She shook her head and choked out, "No…nothing…" Jason continued walking towards her, smirking. He knew he could have her under his thumb in a heartbeat. "Who's this then Angel?" He whispered smirking as he saw the chills he had caused Angel.

Angel shook her head, unable to find anything to say. She wanted Collins to leave so he wouldn't be hurt, but she wanted him, needed him here…with her. He eyes fell to the floor, unable to even look at Jason anymore.

Collins shifted his body slightly so he was almost in between Angel and Jason, shielding Angel with his body. He hated seeing that desperate look in her eyes. He looked up at Jason, meeting his eyes. "Who I am isn't important now," his voice low, threatening almost. He looked down at Angel. "We're leaving," his voice still quiet but much more gently now. Angel could only press her face deeper into Collins' chest and nodded—still unable to find her voice.

Collins had his eyes on Angel, unable to look away. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere," Jason muttered out. Collins looked up, trying to register what he had said. But was met with a fist to the jaw. He back away, letting go of Angel. That blow had caught him off guard. He knew it would leave a mark. Before he had time to fully recover another blow to the side of his head. He heard Angel screaming and crying. He wanted nothing more than to run to her and hold her, but knew that was not going to happen.

Collins had never been one to physically fight…with anyone. But he could handle himself in certain situations. He stood up and turned around to face Jason. Collins swung at Jason and hit him in the cheek, but it didn't faze Jason much. Collins figured he must have been in more than a few fights. Jason swung at Collins again, hitting him right in the cheekbone. Collins fell back slightly, feeling a warmish liquid slowly fall from the throbbing spot.

Jason laughed as he saw Collins backing away, even though he didn't know that Collins was trying to protect him. Collins, no matter who it was, didn't want to be the cause of giving anyone the virus that he had. Jason turned towards Angel was watching Collins, her feet cemented to the floor. He grabbed her arm, and turned to her to face him. "Angel!" Collins yelled as Jason tried to pull her out the door.

Angel turned to face Jason. She wasn't going to go through this…again. Enough was enough. She shook her arm from his grip. "Leave me alone," she said turning to walk back to Collins. She may have appeared to be strong, inside she was screaming with fear. He reached out to grab her arm again, but she pulled her foot back and kicked him in the stomach—6 inch pumps do come in handy for things other than just looking good. Jason was taking completely off guard by this and fell backwards, his head connecting with the floor with a sickening sound. He didn't move. Angel stared at the man now lying unconscious on the floor. She saw two dark, strong arms wrap around her from behind. Collins whispered in her ear, "Come on baby, let's go." Angel just nodded.

Collins wrapped an arm around Angel and they walked out of the apartment. Angel was clearly upset of what had happened. She looked up at Collins, noticed the marks on his face. "Are you okay honey?" She asked him.

Collins just smiled at her. How she could always put others before herself was beyond him. "I'm fine." He stated. "You?"

Angel smiled, a real smile for the first time in what felt like years. "I will be. Now that this is behind me."

Collins nodded and stopped at a phone booth. He stepped inside, dialing a number. Angel watched him closely. She couldn't help but wonder what that was about. He stepped out of the phone booth a minute or two later and put an arm around Angel. He began walking. "And what was that about?" Angel questioned.

Collins shook his head. "I just called to police to let them know that there were some disturbances in that building, and they might want to check it out." He told her. He knew she felt bad for just leaving someone there—no matter who it was.

Angel smiled at Collins and kissed him gently on the lips. "Thank you baby." She sighed, nuzzling her body closer to his. "Do you think I can finally leave this, him behind me?" She asked Collins softly.

Collins stopped walking and drew her into his arms. "I know you can." He stated simply. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. He had no doubt in his mind that Angel could finally let go of this man.

Angel smiled and together they walked back to their apartment. Leaving everything that had happened at the old apartment building.

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There it is! The complete story! I couldn't help but use Angel's "catch-phrase" line!

What did you all think?

I really want to say thank you to all my loyal readers and reviewers! You guys made this story pretty much what it is, was!

Keep a lookout for the sequel. I'm also thinking of having an AU type of thing for Angel and Collins—they are my specialty! 

Thanks again you guys!

Sara