Buffy woke up, at first unsure of where she was. She soon realized she was in Angel's apartment, under the soft marron vocers of his bed. Everything occuring earlier in the night came back to her. She must've fallen aslep in his arms, and he must've put her to bed. Her heart leapt as she feared that he had decided to leave while she slept.

She jumped out of bed and frantically searched the small apartment with her eyes for Angel. To her relief; he was sitting in a nearby chair with his feet proped up on a small table, asleep. She tiptoed quietly over to him and knelt by his side.

She looked at his face, the watcher diaries had described it as angelic. She reached out and touched it, caressing it ever so softly, not wanting to wake him.

*****

Buffy could not see what Angel saw because what he saw was in his head. He dreamt of green fields and a happy home. He was having a quiet dinner with his parents and his younger brother and sister. They were happy and content. He blinked and there before him, he saw his family again, dead and covered with blood. Their faces were contorted with pain and horror. Their eyes were still open and they stared accusingly at Angel.

He blinked again, willing the scene to go away, and suddenly, his family was gone. In his mother and father's place was now Rupert Giles and Jenny Calender. Giles held Jenny in his arms, her limp head obvious, showing her broken neck. His brother and sister became Alexander Harris and Willow Rosenberg. Willow's body was broken and battered. Angel remembered how he had pushed her from the top of Sunnydale High School just at the right moment so that she would land at Buffy Summers' feet. Xander the vampire hovered over Willow's boddy, growling at Angel. All of their eyes accused him as well.

"Angel," they said with accusation in their voices.

"Angel. Angel. Angel. Angel."

"NO!!" he screamed, but nothing came out of his mouth.

He blinked again and they all morphed into Buffy's face. She continued to call his name while shaking him harshly.

"Angel! Angel!"

***** "While watching him, Angel had started struggling in his sleep. Buffy immediately tried to awaken him.

"Angel!" she said whill shaking him to wake him up. "Angel! Angel, wake up!" His eyes flew open and he sat up with a start.

"What? I... huh?" he stuttered.

"You had a bad dream," Buffy said gently.

"Oh," he said breathing heavily. Then it hit him. "Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

"Why- why am I brathing?"

A smile slowly spread across her face. "I guess I forgot to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

She took his hand in hers. "That spell," she began slowly. "Did more than give you back your soul." She took a deep breath and continued. "You're human again." She stopped and waited for a reaction.

He was quiet at first. His expression was unreadable. "I'm human?" he asked cautiously. Buffy nodded. "I'm human." It was now a statement, not a question. His expression was still blank.

"Well let's keept the excitement down, please?" Buffy said sarcastically.

Angel looked solemnly at the floor. His guilt felt to great for him to enjoy such wonderful news. Buffy sighed exasperated. "Can't you even pretend to be happy? This is the best news to me in the longest time and you look like you wanna cry!"

"I don't deserve to be happy, Buffy." He looked her straight in the eye. "Even you're scared of me, you said so yourself."

"Angel-"

"I've done bad things, lots of them, and the worst was what I did to you. I can never live with myslef."

"Angel, stop!" She was on the verge of tears. "I know we've got issues and stuff, but I'm willing to try to work them out."

"Why? So I can just hurt you again!" He stood up and walked out of the door.

"Angel! Come back here!" She ran out the door after him. Searching frantically for him, she saw his dark figure running in the direction of the cemetery. Although he no longer had his vampiric speed, he was fast enough to elude Buffy long enough so that she lost him in the graveyard.

"Angel!" Her heart beated loudly as she looked for him. *Please don't leave me again.*

*****

Angel had stopped running when he stumbled on a tree root. He clumsily picked himself up and simply leaned on the tree, breathing heavily. His eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness and he looked around at his surroundings. He hadn't realized he had fled to the cemetery. His eyes grazed over nearby tombstones and he realized who they had belonged to.

Jenny Calendar, it simply said on one of the tombstones. Besides that stood another. Willow Rosenberg, was all it said. Neither tombstones were elaborately decorated, or had more than a name on it, just simple block lettering. Day old flowers were on each grave. Angel thought back to the time when he had watched as Buffy, Giles, Cordelia and Oz had sprinkled Xander's vampire ashes on the graves of his two female predecessors of death. He was Angelus back then, and he had laughed to himself as he watched.

Angel was seized with another pang of guilt and he did not noticed Buffy watching him from the shadows. Her eyes welled up with tears as she watched him, her entire focus on him, she did not know that their was another presence in the shadows with her.

A figure jumped out from behind a tree and landed on top of Angel.

Buffy immediately reacted. "Angel!" She ran towards him to help, but someone grabbed her on the shoulders from behind her and threw her agains a tree. They had been ambushed by a gang of vampires and Buffy cursed herself for not carrying a stake with her.

They were young vampires, cocky headed and foolish, it was easy for Buffy to defeat them with a stick she found on the ground to serve as a stake. They were all easily dusted and soon there was no one left in the cemetery besider her and Angel. She looked over at him when she slayed the last one and gasped.

Angel lay still on the ground, blood was covering him. Buffy rushed over to his side. His pulse was weak and his breathing was raspy. No longer with vampire strength or healing powers, Angel was dying.