Regression
by Shirlz
Disclaimer: Not mine nor never will be (shame!)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: This is my world but to be safe let's say the whole of BtVS 1-3
Thanx: DB/SMG -- we have to believe, it's what keeps us sane
Part Eight
I woke disorientated. Where was I? Slowly the pieces began to fit together. I was in my apartment. So why did it feel as if I were back in Hell?
Running my hands through my hair I slid out of bed. I couldn't cope with this anymore. I needed release...
...Quietly I let myself back into the apartment, not wanting to disturb Angel. I had only been gone 15 minutes, I had needed air. Pushing the door closed I turned back to the room.
"ANGEL!"
He was on his knees, in his clenched hands a stake. He shakily held it above his heart.
"Go Buffy."
My purse and keys dropped to the floor.
"Angel, don't do this. I can't begin to imagine what pain you are going through but this isn't the way."
"It's the only way. I'm a monster and, if you won't do your job then I guess I'll have to do it for you."
"Angel, no! Willow has performed a warding spell. It'll help you. I'LL help you. I love you."
"Yeah, well that says a lot about you then doesn't it! Got a thing about monsters or do you just like lost causes? Get out!"
I cautiously approached him. "Give me the stake Angel."
"And why would I want to do that?"
I flinched as its tip began to pierce his skin.
"Please don't do this Angel." I fell to my knees next to him, tears pouring down my face. "Don't do this."
He took one hand off the stake and gently cupped my face. I lent into his touch.
"I love you Buffy and I always will. Don't cry for me my Love."
Before I could reply or act the stake found its target. He disintegrated before my eyes.
"Nooo!"
(Angel's apartment -- sometime before 11am)
"Buffy? Angel? Anyone home?"
I knocked again. Still no response. Nervously I tried the handle; the door opened easily.
"Oh my God!"
I retched and lost all of my breakfast. Steadying myself on the doorframe I took a deep breath. I knew I had to go in.
Buffy was slumped forward and to the side, sitting in a pool of her own blood. At her feet lay a knife and nestled in her lap was a jar containing ashes, a necklace and two rings, one of which was a Claddagh. Both her wrists were slashed to the bone. I knew I was too late.
Lying on the coffee table was a note.
'Guys
I'm sorry you had to see me like this; if there were any other way then believe me I would take it.
Angel has killed himself. I couldn't stop him and I don't want to go on without him. I love you guys so much, but it's not the same and in the end it's not enough.
Please put aside your feelings and carry out my last wish -- that Angel and I be buried together.
Forgive us. We just weren't strong enough.
Buffy'
(The Kalderash encampment)
"They are both no more. We have our revenge."
"But at what cost? "
(Angel's apartment)
Willow came running up to me.
"Xander? What's happened? What's going on?"
Giles looked at the emergency vehicles.
"Xander?"
"Buffy and Angel are dead." I handed him the note.
The End
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