Buffy returned to their rooms, checking on the progress Angelus was making.  

When she left to see Ariana, to allay her daughter’s fears, Angelus was staring around his room. Ostensibly, he was packing, but so far, nothing moved from its original place. When Buffy entered the rooms, Angelus was still standing in the same spot she’d left him in.  

Considering he wanted to leave at sunset, and that was almost an hour ago, he was certainly taking his time. Maybe this life meant more to him than she originally thought.  

“Are you taking anything?” Buffy asked as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek against his back.  

She loved doing that, knowing that his cool skin heated especially for her, that the slight quickening of his body was because of her. Buffy missed that, the feeling of him yes, but also the subtle little things that she’d long ago memorized. Over the years, those memories dimmed, as do most memories. But now, now that he was back in her arms, now that she could hear the sluggish movement of his blood, the heart that really did beat every so often, just to keep that blood moving, Buffy was amazed she’d forgotten.  

It all came back, the sounds, the smells. The feel. And Buffy was pleasantly surprised to realize that once she had them all again, it was if those memories had never faded. It also made her vow that no matter what happened in the future, no matter what fights or what arguments they had, that she’d never let so much time pass as to forget again.  

“I don’t know,” he admitted as he brought her around to face him. He’d so missed the feel of her in his arms. “There are things I want, I think, but I just…can’t decide.” Which annoyed him, as he was never so indecisive before.  

“You think?”  

Angelus nodded and turned her so she could see what he saw. His arms still held her closely as his chin rested on the top of her head.  The room was still sparse, compared to their castle, compared to the things he could’ve collected over the years. But it held enough to show just what mattered to him during his absence, what he thought important enough to remember. Everything he collected, in one way or another, reminded Angelus of Buffy.  

“The end table there,” Angelus said as he pointed to the heavy cherry wood table that stood near his door. The legs were carved Chinese Dragons, the top inlaid with black marble. “It was specially made for a prince of Russia. They…met a bad end, with a revolution, and I bought it.”  

Each item he pointed out and told her the history of the piece and how he acquired it. The gold-framed mirror from Greece he had even though here he couldn’t see his reflection, the Léonard somebody-Buffy-never-heard-of painting that hung in the bedroom, and that he thought would be perfect for Buffy – it was of a several women fighting, with one the clear winner dressed in a flowing gown like the ones she often wore before he’d left. The bed frame itself that enclosed a bed he’d never, until days ago, spent the night in with his wife. All works of art in their own right, all hand crafted, meticulously cared for, all things he’d transported from place to place, things he hadn’t wanted to leave each time he moved for reasons he still didn’t understand. 

“What do you want to do with it now?” Buffy asked as they stood in the center of the room, surrounded by Angelus’ past. “We can bring it back with us, if you’d like. But not the bed frame,” she warned with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. “Ours is much bigger than this one.”

Chuckling, Angelus nodded. “They don’t really mean anything to me,” he admitted with a small shrug. Even after telling her the history of each piece, he found that they didn’t hold much meaning to him. Or maybe it was because he told her the history of each piece, told her what he was doing and where he was when he’d obtained the things, how he was thinking of her. “I’d carted them around, whenever I decided to stay for longer than a few weeks. But I never really cared about them.” 

“Then why keep them?” Buffy asked, honestly curious about the answer. “Why move them with you, why get them at all?” 

“Because they were something. It was better to have things surrounding me than to have nothing at all. Materialistic objects around me were better than empty loneliness.”

Buffy resisted telling him that he could’ve returned to her. They’d been over that point time and time again, there was no use rehashing it once more. The past couldn’t be changed, and even if it could be, did either of them want it to? Well, yes, absolutely, but there were good points that came from their separation, too. Other than not being together, they’d changed in ways neither ever could have if they weren’t separated. 

They’d grown, realized that it was possible to live without the other. If that was avoidable, then all the better because they hated every moment apart, but they realized that if absolutely necessary, then it could be done. 

Closing her eyes, Buffy let her feelings flow into Angelus, letting him know that it was his decision and whatever he wanted was fine with her. These things were his possessions, and it was for him to decide. One of the many compromises they were learning about. 

Her side still throbbed and her head ache and she really wanted to sleep for the next three days, but Buffy understood that this was a decision Angelus needed to make before they left. She wanted no regrets when they returned home, nothing to stand in the way of their new life, even if it was about a table he did or didn’t take with him. 

“The mirror will go well in your boudoir,” he said at length, listening to the tired feelings she didn’t put into words. Lifting her in his arms, Angelus carried her to their bed, lying down next to her as he thought of the rest of the items. If he changed his mind later, Doyle could send anything to him. 

They still had a little time before they left, Faith had asked for an hour or so to speak with Willow and let the other woman say her goodbyes. Angelus figured it was a reasonable request; Tara really seemed interested in Willow’s magicks, and the vampire knew Rupert wouldn’t have set foot in the Mortal Realms if it weren’t important. He’d informed Gunn of the situation and knew the First would get them when everything was set. 

Buffy smiled and curled around him, already half asleep. “They’re your things, love; anything you want to take with us is fine with me.” She yawned then, her mind already shutting down. “If they mean something to you, there’s plenty of room in the castle.”

“What does it matter,” he asked, not expecting an answer. “These are just things that remind me that I wasn’t with you when I acquired them.” No, he didn’t really want anything here; maybe he’d leave it all to Doyle, hiding the non-legitimate means he’d procured them. If his friend ever needed money, any piece in the collection would fetch a handsome price. 

Buffy was already asleep, her body still healing from its wounds. Kissing her forehead, Angelus lay quietly beside her, waiting for either Oz or Gunn to wake them when it was time to leave.  
~~~~~~~~~~
“They’re leaving,” Faith said to her watcher and boyfriend.

She still hadn’t decided if she forgave them or not, but couldn’t think on that now. There was too much else going on, and the slayer figured she’d have plenty of time to sort through it all later. All she could hope was that she and Cordelia – who was already on her way to the honeymoon cabin with her husband – talked some sense into Willow. The redhead had a wonderful chance to leave, to get out and experience that wacky thing called life. 

One of them should, Faith figured. One of them should know something outside the constant darkness and shadows that weighed on her own soul. Willow had a chance with a great guy, she had the chance to learn about her innate magicks and be some pivotal force in the destiny of an entire land. Faith wanted that for her friend, she wanted Willow to live in peace and acceptance, and away from the danger knowing the slayer brought her. 

Something she’d never have here. Not in the outside world, not in the ‘real’ world. Others wouldn’t accept her; they wouldn’t understand the goodness in her soul, the kindness. They wouldn’t understand that all she wanted to do was help, and with her magicks, she could do just that. 

“All of them?” Wesley asked, interrupting Faith’s maudlin thoughts. 

Faith still stood in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. Both men were badly injured, but would, she was assured, make a full recovery. They were currently in Wesley’s room, and the slayer wasn’t sure she wanted to know what they were talking about. 

If she had asked, they wouldn’t have said anyway, discussing the consequences of their actions with both the Council and Aslan. And the pounding and threatening Angelus delivered to them. Some of their bruises were fresh, Angelus having not bothered to restrain himself around men he considered traitors. It wasn’t to him, the vampire assured the three, but they’d betrayed everything they’d worked for over the years, the friendships and love they’d built with Faith and Willow.

Wesley listened with a heavy heart, knowing everything Angelus said was true. He’d vowed, even before Angelus’ appearance, to somehow make it up to Faith. And Willow, if she’d let him. Riley didn’t know what to do. He’d convinced himself that it was in Willow’s best interest to get away from the elves and vampires who wanted her. He never expected Faith to join in against the Council, and planned on getting her out of the hotel before Aslan arrived. 

Neither plan worked and now he had a feeling he’d destroyed the best thing ever to happen to him. Riley didn’t’ know how to fix it, but was willing to do anything on the off chance Faith would forgive him. 

Xander sat there sullenly, in the same place he’d been since Angelus released his death grip on his collar. He refused to think he did anything wrong. Willow didn’t need demons to learn how to use her powers, besides, she wasn’t that strong anyway. But if the Council could use her, then it was better for humans to have that control than the bad guys. But he’d been threatened, and by more than one person, never to tell her the truth. Never to let her know that he’d been a part of the decision to turn her over to the entity that haunted Faith for years. 

He hadn’t planned on that, anyway. 

“All of them?” Wes repeated when Faith didn’t answer. 

“Yes, all of them.” Neither her tone nor her face betrayed anything she was thinking. 

“Ah,” he nodded, “Good then.” 

Neither man said anything else to that, so Faith left. She didn’t know what to say, either, and was afraid to begin, not knowing what was going to come out of her mouth. 

Once Faith left, Riley turned to Wesley. “She’s never going to forgive me.” 

“I don’t think,” Wesley said sadly, “That she’s going to forgive either of us. We screwed up, Riley, rather badly. And now I’m forced to wonder about everything I’ve ever believed in.” 

“You’re not going back to the Council?” The other man asked, feeling tired and itchy. But alive, he was alive. After that visit from Angelus, he wasn’t sure that would ever be the case. 

Angelus had spoken with Riley. Well, it was more like threatened, with the vampire holding Riley against the wall by his throat, but words were exchanged. Okay, so Riley grunted his agreement, but that wasn’t the point. 

Angelus was clear that if Riley truly meant to seek Faith’s forgiveness, then he’d live. If he agreed to stand by the slayer, if he agreed to work with Doyle, really work with the half-demon, then Angelus would let the human live. It was Faith’s call, because no matter how much Angelus wanted to kill Riley for his part in Buffy and Ariana’s near abduction, for causing them harm, Angelus respected Faith. And Faith was the fool who wanted Riley. 

Angelus hadn’t, Riley noticed, said that Faith loved him. He wondered if she did, wondered if he was enough, wondered if that was the reason he agreed with Wes to inform the Council. Selfishness played a huge part in all of it, but Riley wasn’t ready to deal with that now. He had more than enough to think on as it was; he had to make Faith see that he truly was sorry for the part he played. Any other self-inflection could wait until later. 

Wesley said nothing for a while, then, interrupting Riley’s none to pleasant thoughts, “I quit the Council, and even if they would take me back, I’m not sure I’d go back. Faith was going to be killed for helping Angelus. She considered him a friend and helped him as she would any friend. For that they were going to execute her.”

“I thought she was simply under arrest,” Riley said, shocked. That’s what he heard, that Faith was under arrest awaiting Council judgment. 

“It was simply a euphemism for murder,” Wes admitted with bitter sadness, loathing coloring his voice. “I almost got my slayer killed.” 

And he wasn’t sure he could live with that. Killing the Council black ops was one thing, something he hadn’t thought of yet. He’d never taken a life before, rarely had the chance to kill the vampires they hunted. Now, now not only was he an outcast in the Council, he’d lost the trust of his slayer, and murdered those sent to do murder.

He wasn’t sure how to deal with that, but could admit to a sudden, and limited, understanding of Angelus. He didn’t like it, was still wary of the vampire, and was admittedly happy he was leaving. But he understood, now, what the reintroduction of Angelus’ soul did to him. 

The watcher also received a visit from the vampire; it involved threats and intimidation, and Wes realized just how strong a leader Angelus once was. The warning was clear, however, and Wes took it to heart. 

The Council was to never know of his soul, there were to be no trails leading back to his kingdom, and all mention of Buffy and Ariana were to be wiped clean from Wesley’s journals. Doyle received the hotel, and a small bank account to continue their work, if he was still willing to help Faith. If Wesley wanted to stay, he was allowed to do so only as long as Faith wanted him, and it was clear the watcher was not in charge.

Wes didn’t know it, but Angelus was more than sure the seer would continue on, if for no other reason than redemption. Not from those mysterious Powers That Be who seemed content to string the man along, but from himself. For himself, and Cordelia. 

Faith stood outside the door, listening to the two men talk. They didn’t say much, but they did confirm several things for her. She’d talk to them, the slayer vowed, after everyone left, and after she got over her deep depression of Willow leaving, and the lost chance with Gunn, and the betrayal of her boyfriend and Watcher, then she’d talk with them. 

Hopefully, it wouldn’t take that long and she’d still be alive. 

But for now, she had packing to do. One way or another Faith was going to give Willow that chance. The chance she deserved, needed, wanted. It was a chance Faith hadn’t had, and one she intended to see Willow did.
~~~~~~~~~~
Xander hovered at the end of the hallway, watching, listening, thinking. 

He hated that Willow thought she needed to leave just to discover who she was. What, were they not good enough for her? She felt the need to cavort with demons? And what was with her and that elf? What did that woman, Tara, do to his sweet young Willow that made her think she had feelings for some demon she’d known only a couple of days? 

He wasn’t letting her go, that was all there was to it. 

As her friend, as her best friend since childhood, Xander couldn’t let her go, couldn’t let her make the biggest mistake of her life. It was obvious to him that leaving was a mistake; now all he had to do was make her see that. And guilt was the best way to go about it, Willow was a softy when it came to him, and Xander intended to use that to his advantage. He loved Willow, truly he did, and this was his way of helping her. 

There was one problem, however. Okay, two. 

One was the threat he’d received from Angelus, the demonic red eyes, the snarling and fangs. Xander was so scared of the look, that he only heard half of the words. It was enough to get the picture. 

Hurt either Faith or Willow, stand in the way of Doyle and Cordelia, and Angelus promised to return and torture Xander to death. Slowly, painfully, and making sure he felt everything Angelus did to him. Twice. 

Xander believed him. So he sat through the wedding ceremony quietly, speaking not a word. Oh, he liked Doyle well enough, but the man was only half-human. And sure he helpd out, what with those visions and all. But he was a demon and it was simple to Xander, black and white. Demons bad, humans good. 

His nice neat world was graying up, the waters muddy with the Council trying to kill everyone, and Faith siding with Angelus, and Willow with this elf. Xander didn’t like variables, 1+1=2, there is no ‘if x=‘ part of the equation; simplicity is the key. Willow was always the one to help him, she was the one to show him the differences, the way things could be. 

If he could only talk with her, Xander planned on showing her, this time, showing her the error of her thinking, showing her that he was right. Which brought him to that second problem. 

Xander couldn’t get anywhere near Willow. She was either with Faith, who glared at him every time he got close enough for her to do so, or Tara and that Rupert guy who were trying to convince her she needed to return with them. 

She couldn’t, Xander thought again as he watched her start down the hallway. It wasn’t right.
~~~~~~~~~~
Willow watched as Oz spoke with Gunn before leaving for the car. 

She didn’t know what to do and her time was literally out. The few glances she’d seen of the handsome elf during the day always made her smile, and Willow was sure, in those moments, that she wanted to be with Oz, even if it didn’t really work out. It was as she spotted Oz, or Tara, that Willow knew she wanted to learn, wanted to go to the Lands with the both of them. But then she’d think on everything again, let the doubts plague her until she thought she’d go made from it all. It was in those moments she didn’t know what to do. 

Slowly she walked up to the vampire, her hands fidgeting and her heart racing in nervousness. So many things whirled around in her mind she didn’t know what to think on first, or last, or even how to order them. Should she go, shouldn’t she, why, was it just Tara and the magicks the elf could show her, or was it Oz as well? There were her friends, the family they made out of such a close-knit group. 

She hadn’t talked with Xander about this decision, not because Willow didn’t want to, but because she couldn’t find him. Faith swore she saw he, Riley, and Wesley earlier, but wouldn’t say more. The smile the slayer wore scared Willow. 

“Gunn,” Willow whispered and cleared her throat trying again. “I…I,” words refused to leave her mouth and Willow closed her eyes. Too many emotions raced through her and she felt close to tears. 

“Willow,” the vampire said in a quiet voice. It wasn’t unkind, simply quiet and waiting. “He needs you.”
Willow stared at the guard for several long minutes, not knowing what to say to that. She hadn’t expected him to say those three little words, didn’t know how Gunn knew what she was thinking or feeling, nor how he knew what Oz wanted. 

“How can you be sure?” 

“I am,” he answered with a sad smile and Willow realized how handsome the vampire really was. What was with her and non-humans? And why was Gunn sad, what went on behind those beautiful dark eyes that had his smile so melancholy? 

“I’ve known him for decades; he’s my closest friend,” hell, Oz was his only real friend, “Ally, and co-worker. I know he wants you, I know he needs you, and I know you two have some freaky destiny together. If you didn’t,” he finished with a smile, dark eyes twinkling, “The Princess Tara would never have put you in the same room together, let alone encouraged your meetings.” 

Just then to door opened and Angelus and Buffy emerged. The queen leaned heavily on her husband’s arm and it was clear her wounds weren’t completely healed. She was saying something to Angelus about how she could walk herself, but it was clear to Willow that Angelus didn’t care. 

It was also clear that her time was out. 

“Gunn,” Angelus said with a brief glance at Willow. “Is everything prepared?” 

“Aye, my Ancient,” Gunn assured the vampire with a bow, and stepped out of the way to allow the couple space to exit their room. 

“Willow,” Angelus smiled. He didn’t know what to say to her, didn’t know if he should convince her to join them or not. He knew Faith was convinced that Willow was leaving with them, but Angelus wasn’t so Sure. Looking at Willow now, it was clear she wasn’t so sure, either. Buffy snorted through their bond and Angelus grinned down at his wife. She was jealous of little Willow, of whatever crush the human had on him, when Angelus hadn’t even realized the redhead wanted him in that way. 

Willow stepped out of the way of the couple and still didn’t know what to do. Oh, hell, she usually wasn’t this indecisive. Or was she? Was this how she always was, could she really not make decisions on her own? Was she destined to always vacillate between answers when she wanted one thing but thought the other was ‘for the best’? Is that what the rest of her life was going to be, never taking the chance, never going for her heart’s desire? 

But what about- 

“Hey, you’re going to miss the boat, Willow.” Faith stepped beside her friend and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “They’re waiting for you,” she whispered. 

“But-”

Faith kissed her cheek and turned to go. “Keep in touch, eh?” 

Willow stared after her friend for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. She didn’t have to. She knew what she wanted, and she was about to take the chance on it. 

“What about Xander? I can’t find him anywhere, and I need to say goodbye to him!” 

“I’ll tell him, Willow, and I’m sure he’ll write to you first chance he gets! Now go. Oh, and you’re all packed!” Faith called as she turned to look at her friend once more. That cocky smile was back on her face, the twinkle in her eyes. Or were those tears? Faith gave her two thumbs up, “Five by five, Willow, just remember your friends.”

“I love you, Faith,” Willow said and ran to give the slayer one last hug. Squeezing her tightly, she heard Faith’s whispered, “I love you, too,” and raced down the hallway, down the steps to where Tara and Oz were waiting. 

Faith turned to where Xander was tied up in the darkened corner of the hallway. “If you ever do anything to make her angry or upset, if you don’t support her in that letter I’m going to watch you write, I’ll make sure you can’t write anything every again.” 

Xander struggled against his bonds, the gag preventing him from protesting. Faith put her foot on his chest, shoving him down back onto the floor. “Understand?” He nodded, slumping back onto the floor, defeated. 

“We’re glad you’re joining us,” Tara said with a smile as she went into the night, Oz following her. 

Angelus helped Buffy into the car before entering himself, lifting her onto his lap as he slid across the soft leather. Andre and Ariana entered next, the latter holding her arm close to her chest as she struggled to find a comfortable position. Their four Firsts entered last; one up front with the driver, the two near the doors of the limo, and one, after careful consideration, near the divider. 

They’d all debated long and hard about having one on the outside of the vehicle, but dismissed that as impractical. Besides, there were several cars in the convoy, and all of them contained warriors on the alert for any danger to their group. 

Willow looked after Oz, but followed Tara into the second limo, climbing into the long car in awe. She’d never been in a limo, her one chance to do so having been thwarted by the “Kill the Slayer” contest that was going on during Homecoming her senior year. She never did get her refund back from that. Two more vampires entered the limo after her, and Willow wondered why. Shouldn’t they be in the same car as Angelus and Buffy? 

“Willow,” Tara said as she gestured to the vampire couple, “This is William and Drusilla, I’m sure you remember them from before. Drusilla is Angelus’ oldest childe, and William is her consort.” 

Both nodded to her, and Willow, nervous, could do nothing but nod back to them. “Can you really help Doyle?” She asked Drusilla.

“Perhaps,” the vampiress nodded as the car started and they began the trip to LAX and their private plane. “It’s possible, I’m sure of it, but I need to find a way. Perhaps later, once we reach home, you can tell me more about the Powers he’s indebted to?” 

Willow nodded and lapsed into silence, suddenly overwhelmed by it all. She was really leaving her home, her family. She hadn’t talked with her parents in years, having lost touch with them once she moved to LA; last Willow heard, they were in some small third world country helping to promote independence. Or feminism, or something like that. 

Lost in her thoughts, trying to reconcile herself with her choice, her decision, she didn’t realize they’d made it to the airport and were unloading various luggage onto the private jet. Staring at the plane, Willow had to chuckle. Of course, she thought, why wouldn’t they have one? Cordelia was right; Angelus was swimming in wealth. She’d have to write her friend and tell her all about it; Cordelia would flip. 

They boarded, Angelus carrying Buffy up the stairs as she curled into his arms. She didn’t want to be carried, it was clear, but it was equally clear that Angelus wasn’t taking the chance anything happened to her. Willow tried not to laugh aloud, having never seen this side of her friend before; the Angelus she thought she knew would never have done that. It was a funny parallel when Andre carried Ariana up the short flight of stairs as well. William had no such compunction about laughing, and earned a scowl from both Angelus and Andre for his amusement. 

“Damn,” he said to Dru as Willow trailed behind them, “I’ve missed the old Angelus.” She wondered what he meant by that. 

They settled in and took off before Tara spoke to Willow again, enjoying the way her human friend stared at Oz. “Drusilla will be joining us for many of your lessons, Willow. In the beginning I’m afraid you’ll be spending most of your time in my kingdom.” 

Rupert nodded to the redhead. “We’d be most please to have you there, Willow of Los Angeles,” he stumbled over the pronunciation of the city and wondered if Angelus had any say in the naming. “Your power and skills will be a great asset to us and,” he grinned slyly with a sideways glance at Oz who sat stiffly next to an equally still Gunn in the same row as Buffy and Angelus, “To our Clan-members.” 

Willow just smiled nervously at that, not really understanding the whole clan thing, but willing to go with whatever he said. She’d have a lot of research to do for this, but learning was always her first love. As the plane leveled off, Willow drifted to sleep, already planning what she’d write to Xander, explaining how she was sorry she didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to him. And Faith, Cordelia, Doyle. Already she had so much to tell them about her experiences, and they weren’t even to whatever portal-thingy they needed to get to. Maybe they’d be able to visit one day, or, she could return here and see them. 

Waking as Tara nudged her gently, Willow realized they’d landed. Heading back into a waiting limo, she wondered where they were. 

“We’re about two hours from the Portal,” Tara said as she climbed into the car. She needed to sit in something that wasn’t moving through the sky. The elfin princess didn’t think she’d ever get used to that Air Plane contraption. How could Willow sleep the entire time? It was unnerving. 

“Tell me about this portal?” Willow asked, honestly interested in what the Portal was all about, but needing something to keep her mind off all she left behind and all that awaited her. 

For the next two hours Tara did just that, explaining the magicks used in transporting beings from one realm to another. By the time they’d arrived, Willow was more curious about the science/magick behind the Portal than she was nervous. Tara merely smiled, pleased she’d helped Willow, for the moment, overcome her nerves. 

Half the remaining guard entered the shimmering wall of blueish-white light first, disappearing through the flat surface. Willow held her breath as Oz went through, Angelus and Buffy following him as if this was an everyday occurrence. And for them, it probably was. Gunn went next, then Rupert, Ariana, Andre, and several more guards. William and Drusilla entered next, with Tara patiently waiting for Willow. 

Taking the human’s hand, the two women stepped through the shimmering portal. Willow didn’t know her eyes closed, didn’t realize she’d held her breath, but when the world stopped spinning, when she was sure everything was back to the way it should be and her body really was in one piece, she filled her lungs with air and opened her eyes. 

“Oh…wow,” she breathed as everyone turned to look at her. 

It was beautiful; green, green grass, hills, mountains, flowers, trees. The sun shone down on a crystal clear lake at the base of the hill they stood on and Willow thought she’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Sunlight…? Letting out a squeak, she quickly turned to the vampires of the group, but none of them were up in flames. 

“Sun…how?” 

“Welcome to the Land of the Light,” Angelus said and Willow swore that his eyes shone with the happiness he felt at being back home. 

“It’s beautiful,” Willow said as she looked back out at the scenery before her. This was her home, her new home. The air was clean, the landscape open and stunning. It was so much better than LA. As they started down the slope to the waiting caravan, Willow wondered if they had cameras here. They were never going to believe this in LA!

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