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Angel paced the length of his room lost in deep thought. As much as
he tried to forget, the events of the past few days kept
playing over and over in his mind. He saw the look of hope and disbelief
on Buffy's face when he told her that he loved her, he
remembered the desire in her eyes when he kissed her lips. He could
still hear the sounds of her pleasure as if she was still
moaning them in his ears.
But all that was gone. Because of one night, one exquistely perfect
night, his Buffy was gone, replaced by something evil. If he
had known that sharing something so special, daring to be with the
woman he loved so completely, would transfer his demon to
her, he never would have given in to her demands. It pained him to
think of Buffy now, her soul gone his demon now in control
of her body. He couldn't forget the way she was before. But that Buffy
was gone. And if he and the others were going to
survive, he'd have to destroy her.
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Angel stepped into the cemetery, his eyes searching and finding Buffy.
She was sitting in her usual spot, waiting for him. As he
watched her he could almost believe she was still his Buffy, he could
almost believe that things were the same. But, deep inside,
he knew they weren't, and as much as he wanted Buffy back, he knew
it wasn't going to happen.
With sorrow in his heart for what he must do, he walked toward Buffy,
determination replacing the pain. Tonight would be their
final fight. When it was over, one of them would be victorious, the
other dead. Angel had every intention of coming out a
winner.
"I see you made it," Buffy said as she turned to greet him. There was
a smile on her face as she approached the man who, just
three days ago, she had loved more than life itself.
He nodded, watching her intently. "Of course," he answered his voice
low, emotionless. "You didn't think I'd miss this, did
you?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, I figured you weren't strong enough to kill me. We've been so close."
"Let's get this straight. I remeber who you used to be and I have no
trouble distinguishing between the two. You're not Buffy, at
least, not my Buffy. And I have no doubt that I'm strong enough to
kill you." Angel said these words calmly, smiling inside when
he noticed that Buffy didn't too much like what he had to say. He stepped
toward her menancingly. "So, let's stop talking and
get down to business."
Buffy wasted no time. She stepped forward fists swinging, legs kicking.
But Angel was not to be outdone. He blocked her
shots, throwing a few of his own, all of which connected. Buffy fought
strong, landing a punch here, a kick there. Angel rallied,
each fist on a special mission to destroy what had taken what he cared
about the most.
"You know, you did this to her," Buffy said as she paused between punches.
"If you had just said no, she would be here right
now. You're the one who killed her."
So stunned by the words of the demon, Angel dropped his guard. It was
the one opening she needed. Buffy took advantage of
his distraction, sending a savage kick to his midsection. When he doubled
over in pain she grabbed him, tossing him effortlessly
against the wall of a tomb. She grabbed a stake from her sleeve and
pushed it against his chest, directly above his hear, positive
that victory was hers.
"Killing you will be so much fun," Buffy whispered softly to him, digging
the stake into his skin. "I'm sure Buffy will thank me."
She leaned forward, brushing his lips with hers.
Angel instinctively opened up to her, forgetting momentarily that she
wasn't his. But his lapse was a short one. As Buffy pressed
closer to him, he made his move. Taking the stake from the small of
Buffy's back, he thrust the weapon through her back and
into her heart.
Buffy pulled away, looking up at him, stunned. She'd lost. And soon, she was nothing but a pile of dust.
Angel looked down at where the demon now lay and he breathed a sigh
of relief. It was over. She was gone and no one else
would be hurt.
With one last look at the dusty ground, Angel turned and walked away.
As he faded into the night, the wind blew faintly and he
could have sworn he heard Buffy, his Buffy, whisper, "Thank you."
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