"I love you, I try not to but I can't stop"....Those words echoed in Buffy's mind. That one night full of passion, love and tenderness. All meant nothing now, her beautiful Angel was no longer with her. All that was left was an empty void, that no one could fill. Not even her mother or friends. She thought of him constantly, the way he smiled at her, when he thought that she wasn't looking, she would watch him stare at her with pure love and admiration.
Maybe it's for the best is what everyone tells her. What would be best for her would be for Angel to be with her, next to her, kissing her and telling her that he would always love her.
That night was so vivid, she would constantly play it back. The way they stared at each other with fire and passion in their eyes. The way his fingers burned her skin. The way her sweetness mixed with his bitterness, they became one. She was no longer the Slayer nor he a vampire. They were two lovers with desire taking over.
Each night she thinks about it and cries herself to sleep, the pain overbearing, as though a piece of her died with Angel.
She awakes each morning hoping and praying that something changed, that he'd come for her. That somehow her Angel would come back. But all that's there is Angelus' wrath.
Amazing through everything she's been through she loves him, even though his eyes were the same, they don't hold the love they once did. His smile isn't the same, it doesn't hold that caring smile he once had.
One day some how, I'm going to bring him back. Buffy thinks this as tears pour down her face. And somewhere in the shadows outside of Buffy's bedroom window, there's a tall, dark figure.
"If only you knew Slayer, there is someone who loves you, but you'll never guess who." he slowly eases back into his wheelchair and heads back to his lair.