She didn't know what she was going to say to him, nor did she know if she'd be able to contain herself from strangling this "Kate" person. So she was playing it safe and arranged to visit her dear old friend, Cordelia.

As a matter of fact, about two minutes after reading the letter she had called Cordy and demanded to know what she knew. Cordelia had told her wistfully over the phone that Angel had met Kate at a nightclub and finally went out on a date with her after seeing each other throughout a couple of weeks. Buffy's heart sank as she heard nothing but good things about Kate's personality. Which meant that Buffy couldn't be mad at Kate, and if she wanted to justifiably kill someone, it would mean introducing Angel to Mr. Pointy.

All the while Buffy had been listening to the "happy" '80s music coming from The Wedding Singer soundtrack she had brought along for her three hour trip to LA. She smiled as one of her favorites came on.....one that hit a little closer to home nowadays.

You don't know how much I need you
While you're near me, I don't feel blue
And when we kiss I know you need me too
I can't believe I've found a love that's so pure and true

But it all was bull shit!
It was a goddamned joke
And when I think I'm young and die
I hope you f*cking choke!

I hope you're glad with what you've done to me
I lay in bed, all day long
Feeling melancholy
You left me all alone
Tears running constantly

Oh somebody kill me please!
Somebody kill me please!
I'm on my knees, pretty pretty please
Kill me!!
I want to dieeeeee!!!!

Put a bullet in my headdddd!

Ok, so maybe she wasn't that depressed.

But still, she was extremely pissed off.

She got a weird satisfaction as she realized she was not in the downtown area of the big city, now all she had to do was find Cordelia's apartment. After driving for about ten minutes she found the fairly simple building on a fair side of town. A few blocks down the street it looked like a place Angel would hang out in.

Buffy parked her car and grabbed her overnight bag from the backseat before buzzing Cordelia's apartment. She heard the door click and she stepped inside, finding the small apartment with little trouble.

"Buffy!" Cordelia screeched as she flung open her door and enveloped the Slayer in a hug.

"Hey Cord---what the hell is he doing here?" Buffy said as her eyes traveled past Cordelia and noticed Angel sitting on a sofa with his head in his hands.

"Well....I-I- didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd never come....but I wanted him to be here because he needs to tell you what a hypocrite he is," Cordelia said, glaring at Angel.

Buffy gave a half smile, "A hypocrite? That's actually the perfect word to describe 'Mr. I Can't Be With YOU, But I Can Be With Kate,'" She said glaring evilly at the man seated at the sofa who looked like he was about to break down into tears.

"So Angel, why don't you tell Buffy about Kate," Cordelia said as she sauntered off into the kitchen with the excuse of having to get some hors d'oeuvres.

Buffy sat down across from Angel, the crazed smile never leaving her face. Truthfully, it was scaring Angel. "So, Angel, my pet. What *have* you been up to here in LA?"

"Buffy---I-I didn't plan to meet anyone here. But Kate just sort of happened......I swear, that doesn't mean I love her---more than you," he said, instantly regretting the last statement. He wouldn't be surprised if Buffy staked him right then and there.

But instead Buffy looked at him with a face that didn't know whether to burst into tears or yell at him. She looked defeated, all traces of humor leaving her face. Tears cascaded down her face as she contemplated the information he just told her. He didn't love her anymore. But how could he? She had been the one to make him lose his soul, and SHE had been the one to send him to Hell. It was a miracle, to her, that he even stayed after he came back from hell at all. And that's exactly what her mind was telling her at the moment. She had no idea what to say.

"Angel...." she started, then changed her mind. "I have to go. Bye, Cordelia!!" she said hurriedly as she grabbed her bag and purse and rushed out the door and ran all the way to her car parked in the street. She only stopped when she was inside on the driver's side and sobbed. After regaining her bearings she sped off into the night back to Sunnydale.

Angel,

Who are you? I don't know who you are anymore. Whatever happened to "always"? I guess I can't blame you too much, I sent you to Hell. Is this my punishment? Well, it fits because I don't think physical torture could possibly hurt worse than I do at the moment.

Angel, I'm a Slayer. It takes a lot to keep me going each day, part of that was you. Now I only have my friends, who mean a lot, but they'll never understand. Only you could ever understand me, and you left me. And you hooked up with someone else. How could you? Is she just rebound girl? Or is she more....and if she is, how are you going to be able to have happiness with her? In case you didn't notice, she might want walks in the sunlight, sex, and children. You are a hypocrite.

If I'm not here tomorrow I will have everyone hold you personally accountable. You broke my heart, and now I'm finding it extremely difficult to breathe. I'm dying because of you.

Buffy.

The End.