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Summary: Really angsty, Angel dies and Buffy can't cope.
Warning major character death and suicide.
Sunnydale, Pysch class:

Buffy was sitting in her pysch class sleeping. Next to her, Willow was conscientiously taking notes about everything professor Walsh said. Buffy had been up late the previous night patrolling with Spike, due to the unexplained sudden influx of new vampires in the area. Willow watched Buffy sleep and saw face tense as through she was trying not to cry and then the tears start to stream down her face.

Buffy's dream:

"How can I go back, knowing what we had what we could have had" Buffy was pleading for her sanity.

Angel's face was pain filled "it never happened"

"But it did I know it did" tears were running freely down Buffy's face now "I felt your heart beat"

Angel was now crying alongside Buffy his tears running into her hair as he clutched her like he was drowning and he was.

"I'll never forget I'll never forget" Buffy vowed to him and waited for the next scene seeing Angel again, suddenly the room shifted and there was Angel fighting a giant demon. And losing?!

LA sewers:

Angel was fighting desperately against a demon much bigger than him. Hoping that Cordelia and Wesley had helped the children out. In slow motion he saw the stake descend the tip being forced into his chest. "I'll always love you Buffy, forever." Then nothing.

Sunnydale, university pycsh class:

Willow was wondering whether she should wake Buffy up she looked like her heart was breaking.

A loud heart-rending scream rang out through the hall as Buffy jerked awake. Standing up and knocking the table over screaming.

For a few moments her voice rang out clear through the room as the whole class heard her pain then it was turmoil. Everyone talking loudly Willow and Riley standing beside a still screaming Buffy trying to break her out of her trance.

Buffy was in hell she had seen the stake descending on Angel and then had being one with him she felt his pain as the stake drove into her, no his heart, felt the sudden burst of pain and then the sensation of being pulled apart as Angel her other half, her soul died. And so she screamed she screamed for his death and for the death of their chances, for the pain of losing her other half. This was hell, even sending him to hell with a kiss was a mere pinprick compared to the agony she felt now, now she was empty.

A sharp slap brought her out of her trance but she couldn't stop screaming. She saw Willow in front of her, her face sad and worried and Riley, poor sweet Riley who thought she loved him, but she could never, not like Angel, not now. With this thought she collapsed to the ground rocking herself and mumbling "Angel, Angel" over and over again. Riley and Willow picked her up, where were they taking her? What did it matter now?

Riley and Willow half carried half dragged the shell-shocked slayer in their dorm room, tucking her into the bed with the covers drawn up like a child. She was still rocking and humming.

LA Outside the sewer entrance:

Cordelia dropped like a stone clutching her head. Wesley left her there not touching her but crouching down beside her. Slowly she got up again croaking out " aspirin please"

Wordlessly Wesley handed her the aspirin as her mind processed the vision. With the return of clear thought tears began to run down the beauty queen's face " oh my god Wesley, it's over it's all over."

Confused at Cordelia's statement Wesley queried "What's over? Cordelia make sense."

Still sobbing Cordelia answered "He's dead"

Wesley didn't need to ask who.

Sunnydale Buffy and Willow's dorm room:

Willow sat watching her best friend, the slayer rock herself. Riley had left about half an hour ago saying he had to report for duty at the Initiative. But Willow thought he just couldn't stand seeing Buffy hurt so much. It was now dusk and Buffy had been in a near catatonic state for five hours. Willow was frantic not knowing what was wrong with the slayer. Finally at her wits end, Willow rang the only person who might have some idea what the hell was happening

"Giles hi, it's Willow.."

LA:

"Cordelia do we really have to find the place where Angel was slain in order to gather his ashes, it is getting dark." Wesley was getting worried the growth of the shadows was signalling the end of the day and in the sewers at night without someone strong was not a good place to be.

"Wesley I have to do this for him, I've lost both Doyle and Angel now , please understand, I don't really have anyone now. Anyway I think this is the place." Cordelia's face was tearstreaked.

"Cordelia I'm sure they will appreciate this. But you still have your friends in Sunnydale" at the mention of Sunnydale, Cordelia's face paled, Wesley continued on "and of course you have me"

Shaking Cordelia whispered "What about Buffy we have to go back to the agency to tell Buffy" And she fell to the ground with another vision. Buffy screaming then fighting a big bang then flashing forward to another slayer being called. Again when she stood up she was crying she whispered more to herself than Wesley "it's too late for her now"

Sunnydale, Buffy and Willow's dorm room:

" I must say Buffy's state is quite unprecedented" Giles was worried about the girl he saw as his daughter " I have never come across anything like this in all my studies. Has her manner changed at all since the class?"

"Nooo" Willow answered thinking about the answer "after the screaming she sunk to the floor and started rocking just like that."

Worried and unsure Giles queried "Willow, Buffy wouldn't like this idea but perhaps we should call Angel he…"

"Angel's dead!!" Buffy suddenly sat up interrupting Giles violently and looking around herself wildly. And then returning to her rocking.

Giles signalled for Willow to follow him out of the room, Buffy didn't even look up. "if she is in fact correct about Angel being dead, that means she must have felt his death which makes them soulmates."

Willow looked pale and replied " And we drove them apart"

Back in the room :

The phone rang and the answer machine clicked on " Hi this is Cordelia , I don't know how to say this but Angel's dead" Cordelia's voice cracked " he died fighting a really big demon please ring me and Buffy don't" sob "do anything stupid please"

Buffy sat up, Willow and Giles where still outside talking about her. Slowly she climbed out of her bed and found her cross and her weapons bag. Quietly she opened the window and like a cat, leapt out. While Giles and Willow were deciding on a course of action. She wouldn't die yet she had a purpose –find the demon, avenge Angel's death, then she could be with him. Forever.

Willow and Giles walked in saying "Buffy …" and both looked shocked at the bed and the open window.

The Summers residence:

A dark figure was making her way through the house into the kitchen, the figure grabbed the keys and hurried out. Quickly the car was started and driven out of the garage as an outraged Joyce Summers awoke to see her car being driven off down the road.

The next day, LA dodgy bar:

Buffy grabbed the back of a sandy blonde man's head his face was mashed and bleeding. "Where is the kryarsa demon , tell me NOW!" on the 'now' the petite blonde pounded her much bigger companion's head into the bench.

The man shaking slighting responded "he will kill me if I tell you."

The slayer retorted her face an icy mask "and who says I won't. now tell me where the bastard is and I might let you leave alive."

Scared the answer came back "In the old cinema on main street."

Smiling sweetly the blonde turned to leave "Thank you so much for your co-operation, you really should have someone look at your nose it might be broken"

Sunnydale, Library:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY DAUGHTER IS GOING ON A SUICIDE MISSION!" Joyce Summers was having bad day, she had been up all night with the police. And now Mr Giles was telling her that her daughter had stolen her car to get to LA to kill the killer of that vampire Angel and then kill herself.

For the first time since she had arrived with Wesley, Cordelia spoke up. "Look Buffy fought everyday against unimaginable evils, her only peace was Angel who was her soul mate, now that has been torn away from her she has nothing left except the need for revenge and once that is over she will die willingly. They had a love we can't even begin to imagine, they would have died for each other in an instant"

The room was quiet as everyone thought over what Cordelia had just said and Willow broke the reflection by stating what they were all thinking "They were soulmates. And she will die for him." And they mourned the slayer and her vampire love.

LA: Old cinema:

Buffy slowly walked into the derelict old building. Her every step was steady. She looked the part of an assassin, black leather covering her trim form and a long black leather coat flowing behind her. The large silver cross at her neck just finished the outfit off, she was every inch a mythical creature, every inch the Slayer.

The demon stepped out from behind a worn, ratty curtain that hung over the stage at the front of the slayer, taunting her he shouted "Come to avenge your lover's death sweetheart? You don't stand a chance, I could snap you in half with a hand tied behind my back!"

The slayer answered softly " You … killed …Angel" and continued walking, closer and closer to her prey, her face an icy cold mask.

"Of course darling he was just a weak vampire, a little bit of an annoyance but nothing special if you know what I mean. Come on fight me slayer if you're not afraid."

Buffy Summers had reached the steps of the stage. Saying nothing she made her way up. Reaching into her coat she pulled out her sword, the same sword that so long ago had sent her lover to hell. The slayer held it in front of her, her face held no expression, her body was tensed ready for a fight.

The demon slashed at her with it's own sword, darting away she parried responding with a slash to the demon's upper arm. "First blood to you my dear." The fight continued sometimes Buffy had the advantage, others the kryarsa was obviously winning. With a great swipe the demon knocked Buffy to the floor. "I guess you really are going to be as easy to kill as your little boyfriend Angel. I would have expected more from you little slayer."

At the mention of Angel's name Buffy looked up and stood slowly. The demon looked into her eyes and shivered, the legacy of the slayers flowed in her veins, crashed in her soul, her eyes darkened with the power. He looked into her eyes and for the first time felt… fear? With a flip Buffy was at the demon's back and she drove her sword through his back. The kryarsa arched back and collapsed at her feet. Softly she turned to leave breathing "That was for Angel."

LA, sewers:

The Slayer stood in the place where Angel had being killed only a few days ago and rose her sword to her neck. Her vengeance was complete she now had nothing. With a quick jerk she pulled the sword across her neck, leaving a red line behind. Buffy Summers fell to her knees with the name of her lover on her lips "Angel, I…"

Somewhere in France:

A young girl was running for her life, hideous monsters were chasing her. The girl was terrified, one knocked her down and lifted her up preparing to feed. The girl stood up straight and punched the vampire in the head. In a flurry of action she staked the vampires. She stood alone in a cloud of dust and proclaimed "I am the slayer."

In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the monsters. As one dies, another is called and so it goes on. She is the slayer.

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