AN: Last part everyone, enjoy! Anyone figure out who Anala is yet? Yes, I tell you, don't worry. And please review, I'm so happy with the reedited story and want to know what people think.

The following afternoon, Giles heard a knock on his door. "Oh, bloody hell." He moaned, holding his head in his hands. He had gone through nearly half a bottle of brandy the previous night in an effort to forget how much losing Jenny had hurt. His tongue was coated in an inch of fuzz. His head throbbed. "Go away." He called.

"Giles. It's Anala."

He stumbled to the door, and opened it to let the girl in. He squinted into the bright sunlight. He was hallucinating, he knew it. She looked different that she had before. She looked like... Pushing the illogical thoughts away, he let her in.

"You'll have to excuse me. I seem to be worse off than I thought...you look different to me..."

"I am. I no longer wear a glamour." Anala told the man.

"But you look like..." He trailed off, he couldn't even say it.

"Jenny?" She questioned.

He nodded wordlessly.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Anala...Kalderash. Janna, your Jenny, was my older sister."

Across town, Buffy and Angel woke up together in her bed. She looked over at him, smiled, and snuggled deeper into his arms.

"Good morning Princess." He whispered, kissing her hair.

"Good morning." She replied. Just waking up with him made the morning good. She glanced at her clock. "Actually, good afternoon."

"Really? Wow, I guess we really were tired."

"Yeah, you wore me out. But in a good way." She grinned, and rolled over to face him. They kissed softly, a kiss that quickly became deeper. In the middle of it, Buffy broke away. She got up and nonchalantly crossed the room.

"Hey!"

"I'm gonna get a shower. Care to join me?"

He got up and followed her, wearing nothing but a devilish grin.

That night, everyone assembled at Giles's home. Anala had opened the door for them all, explaining that Giles was just a little bit drunk. Apparently, after talking with Anala about Jenny he had missed her even more and finished the bottle of brandy he had started the other night. He was totally out of it, and totally happy. He stumbled around the room singing little ditties and songs, some in English and some not.

The gang looked at him in shock. They'd never seen him this way.

"He's just upset, that's all. Seeing her again was really hard on him. Finding out who I was didn't help."

"Yeah, what's up with the look." Cordelia said. "You look like..."

"Like Jenny." Angel finished. He had suspected that she was a Kalderash once he began to think about it, but wasn't sure. Now he was.

"Anala Kalderash, at your service." She confirmed. "Jenny was my sister."

"Your sister?" Buffy asked.

"Yes, and she was in constant communication with me while she was here. She told me all about you and Angel, and once he turned, I helped her with finding and translating the lost texts. I agreed with her that Angel should no longer be punished for what he had done. That's why we made sure the new soul would have no conditions. But then Jenny was killed before she could tell anyone that."

"You said that besides Adam, you were here for another reason." Willow remembered. "Is it something about Angel?"

"Yes, it is. I have been working on, and finally completed, a new spell. Do you remember the Gem of Amara? The one in the ring that made it so Angel could walk in sunlight and all that? Well, Amara was a Kalderash also. And the power of the Gem can be used by any descendant of his. I am one of those people. I can put the power directly into Angel. He will have all the benefits that he did when he wore the ring, only it can never be taken from him."

"He won't be a vampire?" Buffy asked hopefully.

"Well, technically he will still be a vampire. But he will still have his soul, so he'll be as he is now. He'll still need to drink blood though. Food won't do anything for him. He'll still be immortal, have superstrength and all that, and now crosses, sunlight, Holy Water, nothing will harm him." Anala said.

"I'll still be immortal?" He looked at Buffy sadly.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. To take that away would be to take away the very thing that has kept you alive this long, that would kill you immediately."

"Oh..." Buffy and him looked at each other sadly.

"The only other thing I can do is to make Buffy immortal as well."

"Can you do that?" Buffy asked in awe.

"Yes, but think carefully about this. You will both live forever. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever kill either of you. You will not age. I cannot do this for any of your friends, you will outlive them and watch them die. You will see your children and grandchildren grow old and die. You will be the Slayer forever. As the second Slayer dies, a new one will be called, but you will always be a Slayer. You will always be targeted by evil. The world will change and you will not. Can you bear that?"

Buffy looked at Angel, and he met her eyes. She saw all his love there. She also saw that he would let her make this choice on her own. She thought about growing old. She saw her and Willow in their 70's sitting in rocking chairs and talking about the good-old days. She imagined Xander with a potbelly and gray hair, still calling Angel "Dead Boy." She saw Cordy in her 70's, still looking like she was 50, still dressing like she was 20 and giving her advice on how to cover wrinkles. She would miss all that. She'd never have those golden years.

But then she looked at Angel again. She saw him standing in the sunlight on the pier in LA. She remembered that whole day now. She remembered what it felt like to make love to him and wake up with him in the morning. She felt his kisses. She imagined it being like that forever.

And she made up her mind.

"Yes, I can bear that. Do it."

Angel looked at her. He wanted to talk her out of it, tell her not to lose her natural life for him. But then he thought of what it would be to watch her grow old and die. He imagined life without her. And found that he couldn't imagine it. He wouldn't even be able to kill himself if it became too unbearable. He knew she had done what she had to do. He loved her so much.

Anala looked at the others for a moment, everyone was shocked, but had known that was the choice Buffy would make. It was really her only choice. Anala told Angel to kneel on the floor in the living room, and to remove his shirt. He did so.

Then Anala got down on her knees in the center of the living room, facing him. She opened up her bag and pulled out 13 white candles as well as the 4 corner candles. She set the candles in a circle around them, the 4 candles further away in a box shape. She called a circle and then called to and lit the Quarters. When she had everything set, she began the invocation.

"Saint Amara, my ancient father
Descend upon me now.
Your magick once powered a ring
Give me now that power."

The air around Anala began to glow bright crimson.

"I am thy scion.
I, the last who wields thy magick.
Give it now to me.
Give the fullness of thy power."

The white candles suddenly ignited, glowing with red flames. The flames rose higher and higher. They became even brighter as Anala began the next part of the spell, in Romani.

"This is the night, this is the hour.
I am the one, I am the power.
I call to me the powers of old.
All magick I now hold."

The light from the 13 candles suddenly changed direction, instead of growing higher, it zoomed toward the center of the circle. Anala glowed with it's power, and was so bright everyone looked away.

"Reform the Gem from the past
Make it in his heart so vast.
All normality possible is now his."

The light suddenly zipped from Anala, and all of it went into Angel. Everyone felt a burst of heat. Angel's chest, where his heart was, glowed red a moment longer, and then it was gone. The 13 white candles were now red, and were melted down into lumps.

Anala quickly released the Quarters and the circle itself. Angel stood up slowly.

Buffy walked to him. "Did it work?"

He looked at her, then brought his hand up to touch the cross on her neck. Nothing happened. He held the cross in wonder--it didn't burn him.

He went to the door and opened it. The sun was just setting. Her last rays fell on him, and he marveled at the warmth. He didn't burst into flame.

Buffy, who had been stunned into silence along with him, now shouted with joy. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. He kissed her back in wonder.

"Buffy." Anala spoke quietly. "Your turn."

Buffy looked at the witch, then walked back into the house. She knelt in the place Angel had been only a moment ago. Anala had set up more candles and had a large censor with heavy smoking incense as well. She recast the circle and recalled the Quarters, relighting the Quarter candles.

She set a large silver candle between her and Buffy and instructed Buffy to put her hands on it. In a circle around them were 7 candles in the 7 colors of the rainbow.

Anala began to chant again.

"Goddess of Eternal Youth.
By Hebe, Idun,
And a hundred other names
You are known.
I invoke you now.
Give me your power.
I am thee."

The seven candles flared to life, each flame the color of it's candle. A white light descended from the ceiling, settling in Anala's outstretched arms. She then began to chant again, this time in a language older than any even Angel knew.

"What'd she do?" Xander whispered to Willow.

"She invoked the Goddess. Literally." Willow whispered. "She IS the Goddess of Eternal Youth now. I've never seen anyone who can do that. We normally invoke their power, but don't get their spiritual presence."

"Wow."

"Yeah," the young witch agreed, "Wow."

The light slowly filtered throughout Anala's body and then rested again in her arms. She reached out a hand and touched a finger to the silver candle's wick. It lit up, shining with a silver flame.

Buffy shuddered, then began to glow silver herself. Her hands drew the magick from the candle without even knowing it. The white light in Anala's body faded away, and her head slumped forward.

The candle still pulsed with Goddess power. It drew itself slowly into Buffy's body, and the candle went from silver to white. Buffy glowed brightly, and Angel realized she had never looked more beautiful.

Then the glow faded, and Buffy slumped forward as well. The 7 colored candles were also drained, and now sat in white piles.

Anala said slowly,

"And by all Goddess's power
I give to thee Eternal Youth:
Immortality."

She then said farewell to the Quarters and released the circle again. She stood up then, arms hung at her sides, head down, deep in concentration.

"She's grounding and centering herself." Willow said softly. "Getting rid of all the excess power of the two spells she's done today."

Meanwhile, Buffy was slowly standing up. "Did it work?"

"Sure looked like it." Wesley said. "We really won't know for years though. Not until it becomes obvious that you're not aging."

"It worked. Didn't you feel it?" Anala said.

"Yes, I suppose I did."

She looked at Angel slowly. He went to her and swept her up in his arms. They kissed passionately. They could be together forever now.

"Thank you." Buffy said to Anala. "Thank you so very much." Angel added his heartfelt thanks.

"You are welcome. Also, remember to thank my sister. She's the real reason I did all this. It's the last thing she told me she wanted." Anala looked at both of them.

Angel looked up towards heaven. "Thank you Jenny."

"Our eternal thanks." Buffy added.

And they kissed again. Nothing would ever separate them, they both knew that as clear as day.

"And love will always conquer all." Giles suddenly burst out into a song. "Love will stop us when we fall." He was very off-key.

Everyone began to laugh.

"Things always work out right in the end." Giles sang on from his laying position on the countertop. "Things are as they always should have been."

The End

AN: Thanks for taking this journey with me, I hope you enjoyed this. It was actually the very first fanfic I ever wrote, and I still pretty much like it. There are a few things that are OOC, but I knew that when I wrote it, it's just how I wanted things to be.