Words in italic are thoughts.
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Darla was back. She had the chance to be human and die human and they took it from her… from him. He failed again to save another soul. Her soul. What kind of champion, as everyone was saying these days, was him?
Angel was in his bed. Eyes glazed looking to the ceiling. For the second time since he came back from Hell he felt no hope at all. It left him. The first was the day The First tempted him into killing… her. Hope came back when the snow fell. It was painful, still painful to remember that day. It was a reminder of what he had before, of what he couldn't have anymore. He didn't want to remember that day because back there his life was simply love a sun haired woman. He thought he had everything and it was all taking from him in a night of pure bliss, pure happiness. Just like now. Again, he had his dreams stolen from him.
He felt nothing but pain nowadays. He wanted it to end. He wanted everything finished.
"Angel."
Angel didn't look around for the voice. She was not here. He was going insane because he heard her voice.
"Angel."
He finally looked to the door of his bedroom instead of the ceiling and didn't believe his eyes. He blinked and blinked again.
"Buffy. What… What are doing…"
Buffy was walking towards him while he was trying to put his thoughts together. She leaned over him and without saying a word kissed his naked chest. He closed his eyes and let her have her way. He lost himself in her touch, her kisses. She was here. He could feel her soul claiming him, wanting him, screaming for him, his Buffy was here.
Somewhere in his mind there was a scream something was wrong with him, with her, but he didn't care anymore. He had asked for it, hadn't he? He wanted it to end. He wanted her. He wanted to lose himself in her. Take this little comfort before everything ended.
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Angel sat with a bolt in his bed and pain. So much pain.
"Oh, no. Buffy… leave, I have to leave, I have to… leave, leave. Buffy… Buffy. Please… wake… up"
He tried to wake her, but she was sleeping deeply. The pain was overwhelming. He shook Buffy again, but she didn't budge. She had to leave. He was going to change. He could feel the soul leaving. He could feel the demon laughing at the prospect of killing her.
He didn't have a choice. He knew he would kill her. He had to warn the others before his release… Angel grabbed a paper and a pencil he used to draw and wrote before he passed out.
*Angelus. Back. Willow*.
After some minutes the body in the floor stirred. He finally stood up and looked around.
"Oh, It is good to be back!"
Angelus looked around the room the stupid soul used for a living. How stupid the soul boy was. He really thought he could hold him forever. Finally, he looked at the woman sleeping in the bed. She seemed peaceful. She would be like that forever.
He went to the bed and his weight in it woke the slayer up. She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. She smiled back while he leaned over her and put his hands in each side of her face. She smiled. She didn't have time to react. He brutally snapped her neck.
Finally, the slayer was dead. He had to catch up with a certain red head.