By: Jaide
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and the story idea is from Angel's POV during Becoming pt.2.
Description: This story is about how Angel feels when his soul is returned.
He felt like he had awoken from a deep sleep. It was one of those feelings you get when you can almost remember traces of your dream in your subconcious, but can't quite grasp it. He was aware of a searing pain inside of him. His heart ached and tears filled his eyes. Next he felt like a great blanket had been lifted. His eyes focused on the figure in front of him. Buffy.
Her hair was disheveled and she was holding a sword in her her strong arms. There was a look in her eyes that he had never seen before. It was a mixture of sadness, longing, guilt, anger, confusion, but most of all, betrayal. He saw allot of things besides those in her eyes, but none was hapiness. *Oh God* he thought. *Whoever made her feel that way I will personally rip his head off.* She started to lower the sword.
"Buffy?" Angel finally spoke. He couldn't remember what had happened. He knew something was wrong. This was not where he was supposed to be. He should be at his home. With Buffy.
He looked around and tried to remember what was happening. "What's going on?" he looked at her face. Her eyes were wide with hope and fear. Angel finally stood up. "I don't...I don't remember," he new something bad was happening. He could feel a strange presence in the room. Buffy lowered the sword all together and took a cautious step toward him.
"Angel?" she asked. *Of course it's me* he thought. *Why does she seem so frightened of me?* He looked her up and down. She seemed different than the night before. Or he assumed the night before was when he last saw her. They had escaped the vampires and the Judge. For now. But he would be back. He noticed a nasty gash on her forearm.
He reached out to gently touch her wound. "You're hurt," he said simply. She was looking at him wildly. She almost collapsed into him."Oh, Buffy. I feel like I haven't seen you in months. Everything's so muttled, I.." he lightly kissed her shoulder as he held her near. It felt so good to hold her. He thought he felt her body tense for a second. She pulled away to look at him. Her eyes were full of knowledge. Knowledge that he did not have."What's wrong?" he asked her, dreading the truth.
"Shhhh. Don't worry about it." he leaned into her as they kissed. She pulled away a few seconds later."I love you."
"I love you," he replied without hesitation.
"Close your eyes," she said as her voice cracked. He resisted at first. He was afraid. He wasn't sure of what, but the fear was there. Twisting inside him like a knife. Seeing his hesitation, Buffy nodded. Angel would do anything for her. He ignored the twisting knife in his gut and shut his eyes. He felt her lean in and gently brush her lips against his. She stepped away from him. He was debating on whether or not to open his eyes when the knife in his gut became a sword in his belly.
His eyes shot open and he stared unbelievingly at his love. She was standing a few feet away, her face reflecting his own with pain and disbeleif. He looked down at the sword she had plunged through him. He had only seconds. He could hear something behind him. Coming for him. He knew it was Hell. It was an instinct he guessed, that came with the joy of being a vampire. He wanted to say so many things.Why? How? Who are you? Instead, he said the first thing that came to his lips; "Buffy?" He reached out to her. He fely betrayed. *How can she do this to me?!?* All at once the memories came. In two agonizing seconds, he remembered Everything that had happened. After those two seconds, he was plunged into an even deeper Hell.