A/N: Alrighty! Here we are! The last episode people! Only one more chapter after this! Wow! I've gotta say thanks to everyone who has reviewed. You guys are awesome and I'm constantly astounded by the amouth of feedback I get. I'm well aware that a fic getting over a hundred reviews is a feat...so for me to get over 500 is utterly spectacular. Thank you, truly. :D

So...let's get on with it, shall we?

Random Disclaimer: (I don't own Buffy).

Me: Alright! Let's go guys! Last episode, we've gotta make it good!

Angel: I'm gonna be in pain, aren't I?

Me: (laughs nervously) Angel, you know I love you...why would you think I'd make you suffer in dreadful agony?

Angel: Dreadful agony? I thought you said you loved me!

Angel from AISHB world: Hey, suck it up. In my universe, she had me tortured by a hell god, and then she went and killed...

Me: Angel! Don't ruin it! You'll like, I don't know, mess up some sort of timeline and disrupt the future!

Angel from AISHB world: You do know that I'm not real right? And neither is the other me.

Me: Angel, trust me. Somehow, someway, in some world...you exist. You HAVE to exist. My sanity depends on it.

Giles: She does realize that as she's typing this, she's essentially talking to herself.

Buffy: Yeah, I mean, she does decide what we're going to say...

Xander: Because really, what sane person talks to fictional characters?

Me: You're real! All of you! Real I tell you!

Willow: Yep. She's crazy.

Eye of the Beholder Chapter 32

"Oh, I'm gonna miss her," Willow lamented with a smile as she watched Harmony walk away.

Buffy raised her eyebrows dubiously. "Don't you hate her?"

Willow's smile didn't falter as she walked through the halls of Sunnydale High with Buffy. "Yes, with a fiery vengeance," she agreed before elaborating. "She picked on me for ten years, the vacuous tramp! It's like a sickness, Buffy," Willow explained. "I'm missing everything, even P.E."

"I think it's contagious," Buffy replied as she looked around at the students that passed them by. "The whole senior class has turned into the 60s, or at least what I would have imagined the 60s to be like without the war and the hairy armpits."

Willow frowned. "You don't feel it?"

"No, I don't." Buffy shook her head. "I guess I'll miss stuff, but I just don't get the graduation thing. I mean, you get a piece of paper and nothing changes. I don't even think I'm gonna go," Buffy added as an afterthought.

"Trusty old soda machine," Willow cooed as she caressed it affectionately. "I push you for root bear and you give me coke." Suddenly, Buffy's words fully registered in Willow's mind. She turned to the slayer. "What do you mean you don't think you'll go? Why not?"

"Ascension," Buffy explained. "Mayor becoming a demon, snacking up on the populace—I was planning on fighting him."

"You can't do both?"

Before Buffy could answer, Xander joined them. "Both what?" he asked curiously.

"Go to graduation and fight the Mayor," Buffy enlightened.

"The Mayor?" Xander repeated, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Wait, didn't you guys hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Guess who the guest speaker is," Xander suggested wryly.

Willow's eyes lit up. "Siegfried?"

"No."

"Roy?"

"No."

"One of the tigers?"

"Come out of the fantasy, Will," Xander said seriously, though his eyes still held a smidge of amusement.

"I don't believe this," Buffy said quietly. She was shocked and yet she wasn't.

Xander knew that Buffy understood. "Lends credence to my whole 'I'm gonna die' theorem, doesn't it?"

"The Mayor at graduation?" Buffy shook her head. "A hundred helpless kids to feed on…" It was a perfect opportunity. "Got any other surprises for us?"

Buffy sat on the table in the library, looking at the newspaper headline, a frown marring her face.

"PROFESSOR FOUND MURDERED" dominated the front page.

Buffy stood and approached Giles and Wesley, who were busy fencing. It really had been quite funny to see Wesley handle a sword for the first time a few weeks ago, but now, with a little (a lot) of help from Angel and the occasional input of Giles (like now) Wesley wasn't half-bad.

Silently, Buffy held up the headline, catching Giles' attention though he didn't stop fencing.

"Faith," Buffy accused surely.

Still, Giles frowned. "You're sure?"

"One of her pieces." Buffy was sure of it. "I recognize the brushwork."

Giles took the newspaper from Buffy to look it over for himself while he absently continued to parry Wesley's attacks. "Brutally stabbed," he read. "Mr. Wirth, visiting professor of geology—there's nothing in here that bellows motive," Giles frowned.

"Random killing, perhaps?" Willow suggested as she entered the library, catching the tail-end of the conversation. "Fit of rage? Everyone does seem to be going a little bit mad these days. Faith has something of a head start."

Buffy shook her head. "No," she disagreed. "Doesn't read. Looks more like homework."

"You hate homework." Buffy looked up as Angel came to stand beside her. He looked at the paper in Giles' hands. "May I?" he asked.

"Of course." Giles was slightly startled by Angel's sudden appearance. He hadn't heard him come in. "Um, here," he held out the newspaper.

Angel looked over the article quickly, his forehead creasing as he thought. "Looks like tying up loose ends," he said after a minute, handing the paper back to Giles.

"You think the professor knew something?" Wesley asked, slightly out of breath from sparring.

"He either had something or knew something," Angel replied with a surety that belied centuries of experience.

"Then I wanna know too," Buffy declared firmly. "The Mayor's trying to hide. I say we go seek."

"Then we'll go to the apartment," Angel decided. "Tonight."

Buffy looked up at him with a fond smile. "I love it when you take charge."

"Be careful," Giles cautioned. "If Faith shows up…"

"She's nothing me and Angel can't handle," Buffy shook off his worry casually. "Besides, I don't think she'll show. It's not her style. Been there, killed that—she's not one for follow-up."

"Nonetheless," Giles stressed. "She has you at a disadvantage, Buffy."

"What? Because I'm not a crazy person or that I don't kill people?"

"Both," Angel answered before Giles could, looking at Buffy seriously. "Don't let your feelings about Faith interfere with your work."

Buffy frowned. "Stopping Faith is my work. Take a beat to love the synergy."

"Faith is a footnote," Willow argued calmly. "Our priority is the Ascension."

"Easier said than done," Xander interrupted as he entered the library, Anya trailing along after him. "You guys wanna know about the Ascension?" he asked. "Meet the only living person who's ever been to one."

Buffy and Angel walked towards the mansion in silence, each of them mulling over everything that they'd learned from Anya. "So," Buffy said after a while. "How does it feel to know that you're technically not a demon?"

"Can't say that it matters much," Angel replied with a shrug. "Doesn't detract from what I've done."

"Okay, what's the dramatics?" Buffy pulled him to a stop. "You've been brooding."

"I always brood."

"More than normal."

"Maybe I'm just practicing."

Buffy frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting. Angel sighed and looked heavenward for a moment before he looked back at Buffy. "This isn't something we should talk about here."

"Why not?" Buffy retorted easily. "What's so important that it needs a special venue?"

"Buffy, please," Angel pleaded quietly. "Not here."

His tone combined with his words caused panic to flare in Buffy's chest. "Angel, you're scaring me."

"Let's go inside," Angel said, taking her hand and leading her to the mansion. Once they were through the doors, Buffy immediately withdrew her hand and went straight to the main room. She stared into the unlit fireplace, analyzing the black scorch marks that licked up the back.

"Buffy…" Angel began, but Buffy cut him off.

"Just say it," Buffy demanded, spinning around to face him. Angel hesitated, and Buffy jumped at his pause. "You're leaving, aren't you?" she accused. "You're leaving me."

"No," Angel shook his head. "I'm not leaving you."

"But you are leaving," Buffy clarified and Angel nodded.

"Yes."

"Why?" Buffy asked. "Because Doyle said so?"

"No." Angel closed the distance between them. "Look, Buffy, I've been thinking about this for a while—"

"—without telling me"

"I don't have to tell you everything," Angel retorted sharply. "Will you just stop being a brat and listen for a minute?"

"Oh, that's what you think of me?" Buffy's eyes flared brightly in anger. "I'm a brat?"

"Right now?" Angel raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, you are."

Buffy scowled and turned away from him, but Angel grabbed her shoulder and spun her back around. "Look, just listen to me, okay?" he asked. "I wasn't going to tell you about it while I was still on the fence about it, alright? What good would that have done? You would have just been worried about it, and you have enough to worry about at the moment."

"But this is a big deal, Angel," Buffy replied evenly, her anger still present. "This is you leaving. Why? Because this town isn't big enough for the two of us?"

"Not anymore," Angel said calmly, trying to impart his calm to Buffy. This would be so much easier if they both kept their tempers under control.

"Seriously?" Buffy deadpanned. "That's your reason?"

"Not completely, so will you just shut up and listen?" Angel asked exasperated.

"Fine," Buffy snapped before stalking over to the couch and plopping down. She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. "Talk away."

Angel took an unnecessary breath, reminding himself that one of the reasons he loved her was because of her youth and innocence. Sometimes he forgot that with that came teenage petulance.

"I came here because Whistler asked me to," Angel told her. The fact that he also happened to be in love with her was part of the reason, too, but that wasn't the point he was trying to make at the moment. "My job was to look after you, to help you with your Calling."

"So you're saying that I don't need your help anymore?" Buffy asked incredulously. "Of course I do!"

"It's nothing you can't handle by yourself," Angel replied softly. "Buffy, my time in Sunnydale is up. This is your town, your calling. It's time for me to find mine."

"I want to atone for what I've done," Angel explained, coming to sit beside her, taking her hand in both of his. "You're partly to blame for that," he added with a small smile. "Watching you the past three years, fighting for the good in the world—building up instead of tearing down—you inspired me, Buffy."

"I've wallowed long enough, bemoaning everything I've done," he continued dryly before becoming serious once more. "I want to do something about it, and to do that I need to leave. My redemption doesn't lie here."

Angel's impassioned speech took Buffy's voice away. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. "Where will you go?" she finally managed to ask.

"L.A.," Angel answered quietly. "That's what Doyle seems to think, anyway."

"City of Angels," Buffy said with a wry smile. "How poetic."

"Fate's never been that creative."

"Definitely not." Buffy looked down at their clasped hands. "When will you leave?"

Angel hesitated. "After graduation."

"Assuming we live through it."

"Assuming we live through it," Angel repeated in reply. "But we will."

"And you'll leave."

"Yes."

Buffy sighed. She did not need this now. The mere idea of Angel leaving hurt her, and she didn't want to imagine what his actual departure would do to her. He'd become such a figure in her life, she didn't know what to do if he weren't with her.

"But what will I do without you?" Buffy asked, cursing silently when her voice broke.

"What you've always done." Angel gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Besides, it's not like I'm just gonna disappear and sever all contact. That would be the stupidest thing I could ever do," he chuckled. "Buffy, I need you. I'm gonna come back and visit."

"And I can go to L.A.," Buffy nodded to herself, a plan already forming in her mind. "I can call you too."

"If you wouldn't mind," Angel teased with a grin before kissing her lips. "Because," he explained before kissing her lips again. "I…" Kiss. "Need…" Another kiss. "You…"

"Hmm," Buffy hummed as Angel's lips continued down her throat. "Now?"

"And forever."

"Ow," Angel complained as he stumbled through the doorway of Professor Wirth's apartment.

"Stealthy," Buffy praised dryly as she searched through the papers in the boxes on the floor.

"Not my best entrance," Angel agreed as he made his way towards her. "I think they're mopping the halls," he defended himself before glancing at the papers Buffy held in her hands. "What's that?"

"A report," Buffy answered. "Excavation of an old lava bed," she explained as she skimmed over the document. "Guy was a volcanologist or something…"

Angel frowned. "Anything in there that connects him with the Mayor?"

"I'm looking over it, but the only thing I understand is the commas," Buffy sighed in momentary defeat. "I'll have to give them to Giles—see what he can make of them."

"Anything else that looks important?" Angel asked as he looked around the apartment.

"Nah, I think this is good," Buffy said as she picked up the box.

"Here, I'll get it." Angel took the box from Buffy before she had the chance to argue.

"You do know I have superpowers, right?" Buffy asked as they left the apartment. "Among them is super strength. I can carry a box."

"Can't I just do something nice?" Angel returned as his eyebrows rose in question. "I was raised in the age of chivalry, you know."

"You weren't very chivalrous at the time," Buffy pointed out.

"I'm atoning," Angel said with a smile.

"Right," Buffy tried to smile, but she figured it turned out to be more of grimace by the way Angel frowned.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"No," Buffy shook her head as they began to walk across the street. "It's just—I guess I need to get used to the idea. You kind of sprung it on me…caught me a little off-guard."

"That, and I'm already missing you," she added with a small smile while she fought back tears.

Angel sighed, letting the box drop to the pavement. He put his hands on Buffy's shoulders before trailing them down her arms lightly. "Hey, none of that," he pleaded gently. "It's not like you're gonna live life without me—"

A whistle of an arrow filtered through the air before it struck Angel in the back, causing him to stumble forward. "Angel!" Buffy cried in shock, her arms immediately going around him as she supported more than half his weight.

Angel sucked in a sharp breath. "Ow, I forgot how much this hurts," he complained with a wince.

Buffy didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his poor joke. "Come on. Let's get you out of here."

"There," Giles said as he clipped off the majority of the arrow shaft that protruded from Angel's back.

"Okay." Buffy blew out a stream of air before looking up at Angel. "Ready?" she asked as she grabbed the arrow point.

Angel nodded, knowing that saying 'no' wouldn't make a difference. "Yeah."

"On three…" Buffy began.

She'll do it on one, Angel thought knowingly.

"One." Buffy quickly pulled the arrow out, wincing along with Angel.

Angel let out a shaky breath. He tried to ease Buffy's worry. "I knew you'd do that," he smiled faintly.

"Not too much blood here," Giles noted.

"I heal pretty fast," Angel said by way of explanation. "I should be alright."

Buffy began to swab the exit wound on Angel's chest with alcohol. "I'm just glad that Faith is such a suck shot."

"You sure it was her?" Giles asked, although he knew that it was more than likely.

Buffy scowled. When she finally caught up to Faith, heads were going to roll. "Well, I've narrowed down my list of one suspect."

Silently, Buffy began to bandage Angel, lightly caressing his chest as she went. She tried not to think about how close she'd been to losing him. She couldn't lose him.

"Fascinating," Wesley mumbled, causing Giles to look up.

"What?"

"It seems our Mr. Wirth headed an expedition in Hawaii digging in old lava beds near a volcano," Wesley explained as he looked through the reports in the file box that Buffy had brought.

"I'm not fascinated yet," Buffy said slightly agitated. Wesley was talking about volcanoes instead of focusing on the fact that Angel could have died. Died.

"He found something underneath," Wesley divulged. "A carcass, buried by an eruption."

"A carcass?" Giles repeated, his brows furrowing as he thought.

"A very large one," Wesley elaborated with a small smile. He'd found it! "Mr. Wirth posits that it might be an undiscovered dinosaur."

Angel made the connection first. "A demon?"

Giles nodded to himself as he took in the new information. This was good. "Yes, that would be something that the Mayor would want to keep a secret," Giles said as the puzzle pieces came together in his head. "If it's the same kind of demon that he's turning into and it's dead, it stands to reason that after the Ascension he is no longer impervious."

Buffy, however, foresaw just a tinny problem. "Great," she deadpanned. "All we need is a million tons of burning lava. We're saved."

"Well, it's a start anyway," Angel pointed out as he got to his feet.

Buffy frowned instantly, moving to push him back into the chair. "Okay, you've been a real klutz today. You need—"

"Damn," Angel cursed as he felt his legs collapse underneath him. Fiery heat began to build within him, licking his veins. The pain was just as searing as it was sudden. Angel clamped his teeth together, fighting back a moan of agony.

He could hear Buffy beside him, but he couldn't understand her words. The pain seemed to block out everything, and he was devoting all his concentration to suffering in silence. Angel needed to tell them something though. He needed to tell them what it was.

But he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd scream.

"It's poison," he managed to hiss through clenched teeth. "I can feel it."

Understatement of my existence, Angel thought with a wince.

Angel listened as Giles announced that he'd start running tests and that Wesley would call the Council. Angel wasn't sure quite what he thought about that, other than the fact that he knew it was a waste of time. The Council wasn't going to help him.

He heard Buffy next to him. He felt her fingers in his hair, trying uselessly to soothe him.

"You're going to be okay," he heard her promise.

Angel wasn't so sure.

Buffy sat on the edge of their bed, helplessly pressing a cold, wet rag to Angel's forehead, trying to combat the heat that was obviously consuming him. She knew he was in pain, but he hadn't uttered a sound except for his short, ragged, unnecessary breaths.

"It'll be okay," she told him, though she knew she was giving herself a pep talk at the same time. She saw Giles frown out of the corner of her eye, but she ignored it. "You'll be okay."

You have to be.

Buffy heard footsteps behind her and looked up at the intrusion. Wesley was frowning, and there was regret shining in his eyes. Buffy knew he didn't bring good news.

"Did you reach the Council?" Giles asked.

"Yes," Wesley replied, looking none too thrilled. "They couldn't help."

"Wouldn't," Buffy corrected knowingly.

Wesley didn't bother to deny it.

"Did you explain that these were special circumstances?" Giles pursued. "What about the Shanshu prophecy? Are they just going to ignore it?"

"I asked them about it," Wesley explained. "Actually, I did a lot more than ask. I demanded, ranted and raved…" he trailed off and looked at Buffy. "I'm sorry. I did try."

"S'okay," Buffy mumbled. Even though she'd known that the Council wouldn't help, she still felt the threads of hope she'd held in her heart snap. "Watchers are just arrogant, heartless bastards," she muttered venomously, surprising both Giles and Wesley. "Not you guys, of course," Buffy was quick to defend. "But I'm not taking orders from them anymore. This is the last straw."

"Right-O," Wesley nodded. "That's what I said, more or less. Actually, it was more."

Buffy looked up sharply. "You quit?"

Wesley smiled half-heartedly. "With as much pomp and circumstance as I could through a telephone."

"Thanks Wes." Buffy thought about trying to smile, but decided against it. Nothing could make her smile at the moment.

Even though it killed her to leave him, Buffy knew it would kill her more to continue to see Angel suffer. She looked up at Giles. "I'm gonna go check on Will and Oz," she said. "See if they've made any progress."

"I'll stay with him," Giles promised before she could ask.

Wesley wasn't about to leave, either. Angel was his first true friend. "We both will."

"Finding the poison wasn't that hard," Willow explained to everyone that was gathered in the chemistry lab. "It's a mystical compound. Its name in Latin translates roughly into 'Killer of the Dead'—used on vampires."

"And the cure?" Buffy asked hopefully.

Willow's face fell. "Well, there aren't a lot of instances of it being cured," she revealed hesitantly.

"But there are some?" Buffy wasn't about to give up.

"One or two," Willow admitted. "They're pretty vague…how is he?"

"Hold it," Oz interrupted, a slight hint of victory in his voice causing Buffy's attention to snap to the werewolf.

"You got something?" Xander asked quickly.

"I'm not sure," Oz hedged, not wanting to get their hopes up, including his own.

Buffy was tense with the suspense. "Be sure."

"Okay," Oz let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Killer of the Dead, this is it. Here's the account of a vamp that walked away from it…"

"Does it talk about the cure?" Willow asked apprehensively.

Oz was silent as he hurriedly read through the story. He swore he felt his heart stop when he read over the answer to their problem. "Damn."

"Nothing?" Buffy assumed.

"No," Oz shook his head. "It's in here, but…"

Willow read over Oz's shoulder. "Wait, completely reversed the effects," she read, feeling the beginnings of happy relief rising within her.

And then she read on. "Oh," she breathed, now understanding Oz's words.

"What?" Buffy asked, growing more and more agitated.

"Come on guys," Xander tried to hurry them along. He didn't like seeing Buffy so upset. "The suspense is killing Angel."

"The only way to cure this is to drain the blood of a Slayer," Oz finally enlightened them.

Buffy felt her world stop. She couldn't think. She couldn't hear. She couldn't see. She was nothing for one long moment.

Then her brain started working again.

"Okay," she said calmly, knowing what she needed to do. "Good."

Xander looked at her like she was crazy. "Good?" he repeated incredulously. "What did I miss?"

"It's perfect," Buffy explained, sounding slightly detached. "Angel needs to drain a Slayer. I'll bring him one."

Willow frowned as she realized what Buffy's plan was. "Buffy, if Angel drains Faith's blood, it'll kill her."

"Not if she's already dead."

Buffy stood in Faith's apartment, taking in the scene. Her sister Slayer was lounging casually on her couch, immersed in a comic book. The stereo was blasting, drowning out everything. Idly, Buffy wondered how she was even able to concentrate on the comic book.

She cast a quick glance around the apartment. It was nice. Spacious, expensive—everything Faith would want.

Buffy flicked off the stereo. Enough looking around—it was time to do this.

Kill Faith, a human.

It went against everything she was.

But she'd do it to save Angel.

"Thought I'd stop by," she said, announcing her presence.

"Is he dead yet?" Faith asked as she rose nonchalantly from the couch, tossing away the comic book.

"He's not gonna die," Buffy said coldly. "It was a good try though. Your plan?"

"Uh huh," Faith admitted with a small grin. "Mayor got me the poison, said it was wicked painful."

Images of Angel's silent agony flashed through Buffy's mind, making her see red. "There's a cure," she replied, her tone belying nothing of her rage.

"Damn," Faith cursed absently. "What is it?"

"Your blood," Buffy answered as she slowly began to advance towards Faith. "It's not un-poetic, don't you think?"

"Come to get me?" Faith smiled mockingly. "Come to feed me to Angel? You know you're not going to take me alive."

"Not a problem."

"Well, look at you!" Faith chortled. "All dressed up in big sister's clothes!"

"You told me that I was just like you—that I was holding it in," Buffy reminded her quietly, seething as she thought of Angel's pain.

By now, Buffy and Faith were face to face.

"You ready to let go?" Faith asked with a slight smirk.

"Try me."

"Okay then," Faith acknowledged smugly. She'd been right all along. "Give us a kiss."

Buffy gave her a punch in the face.

The fight was on.

Punches were thrown, kicks were dealt. Glass was shattered. Furniture was obliterated.

The rage of both Slayers finally coming to a head…

Buffy spun sharply, the heel of her boot connecting with Faith's jaw. The force of the blow caused Faith to spin a full three hundred and sixty degrees. Buffy advanced on Faith, looking to capitalize and take the full advantage, but Faith wasn't having any of it. She threw herself at Buffy, sending both of them through the glass doors that led out onto the terrace.

Recovering from the fall first, Buffy clasped her hands around the cool metal in her pocket and quickly handcuffed herself to Faith. She wasn't going anywhere.

Faith lunged at Buffy so fast that Buffy couldn't avoid the dark-haired Slayer's fist. Buffy felt her lip split as her head snapped to the side, but she yanked on Faith's handcuffed wrist and threw her to the ground, letting herself fall on top of her enemy.

Buffy pinned Faith to the ground and then began to wail on Faith, her fists taking out their fury on Faith's face. She got in two or three good punches before Faith managed to throw her off. She grabbed a length of pipe beside her and rose to her feet, brandishing her new weapon.

"What's the matter?" Buffy snapped as she dodged a swing from the pipe. "All that killing and you're afraid to die?"

Faith growled and finally managed to snap the chain that handcuffed her wrist to Buffy's. They both squared off anew, and Buffy pulled out a very familiar knife.

"That's mine."

Buffy's gaze was hard. "You're about to get it back."

Both Slayers flew at each other, dodging and blocking each other's blows. Buffy lunged at Faith with the knife, but she missed, causing herself to be off-balance. Faith used this to her advantage and quickly had Buffy backed up against the low wall, pushing Buffy back so that she was halfway leaning over the side of the building.

"Man, I'm gonna miss this," Faith lamented absently, getting ready to give Buffy the final shove that would send her toppling over the ledge.

Suddenly, Buffy tore herself out of Faith's steel grip and plunged the knife into Faith's abdomen.

Both Slayers were shocked.

"Well, you did it," Faith congratulated, feeling the life ebb away from her. Was this how everyone she'd killed felt like? Had they been cold too? "You killed me," she said, pushing Buffy away from her and sending the blonde slayer to the ground with the last vestiges of her strength.

Faith climbed onto the low wall, turning back to look at Buffy. "Still not gonna help your boy though." No, Faith wasn't going to lose—not completely. "Shoulda been there, B. Quite a ride."

And then she let herself fall over the edge.

And there we go! Wow, only one more chapter! Ah! You know, I was looking back through this story and I saw where I was so proud of having already written 18 of 25 chapters of this story. Ha. Look at me. I'm gonna finish at Chapter 33.

Can't say I don't overachieve. ;)

So...guess what? 3 more days until the sequel to AISHB. Wanna know the title? "Love's Gift."

Lots of love,

ArthursCamelot