Title: To Die With A Soul
Author: Morwen Esteliel
Summary: End of Season 2 Buffy and Angel reflect as events unfold
Disc: not mine
Buffy raised the sword to the fallen vampire, ready to kill him.
She paused, sword above her head as she saw Angel's eyes glow briefly.
The vampire gasped and fell forward, his nominal breath laboured.
There was something different about him; somehow she knew his soul had been restored.
Slowly the slayer began to lower the sword but kept on her guard in case it was some sort of trick.
Angel sniffed and wiped his eyes and looked up to the person before him.
"Buffy? What's going on?" he whispered, confusion painted his face.
The slayer lowered the sword a little more, eyeing him carefully as he slowly stood up.
"Where are we? I don't remember," his tone was low and confused as he tried to figure out what had happened, but his mind was blank.
Buffy let the sword slowly fall to the side, "Angel?" she whispered, uncertainty in her voice, not wanting to believe it was really him, it would make it harder to...she could not even think of it at the moment.
Angel turned his attention to a trickle of blood flowing down her arm. "You're hurt," he stated, pulling her into a tight, loving embrace.
"oh Buffy, god, I feel like I haven't seen you in months," he told her wrapping his arms around her tightly, not wanting to let go, "everything's so muddled I..." he broke off as she rested her head on his shoulder, he pulled her closer if it was possible, inhaling her scent, enjoying the feeling of holding her in his arms again. "Oh Buffy," he whispered placing a kiss on her shoulder.
Buffy closed her eyes tight as tears began to escape; she clung to the vampire tightly, knowing these moments they had together would be their last.
The slayer's attention turned to Acathla, who's, mouth opened and a vortex appeared. Her eyes widened as she realised she had to do it before it was too late.
Angel pulled away, noticing her grip had loosened; he searched her eyes, trying to get some understanding, "what's happening?" he asked, hearing a low rumble.
"Shhhh," she replied, a hand caressing his cheek, "don't worry about it," she whispered, and kissed him deep and lovingly, not wanting to face what she had to do, the vortex was getting bigger.
She pulled away from the kiss, knowing she could not put it off any longer.
"I love you," she whispered, more tears welling in her eyes.
"I love you," he replied still searching her eyes.
"Close your eyes," she instructed, her voice wavering.
Angel did as she instructed, and felt her lips on his again.
She pulled away, seeing his eyes closed, she memorised the complacent look on his face, so she would have it to treasure for the rest of her life.
Without thinking she thrust the sword into him.
Angel's eyes flew open at the pain; surprise covered his face, as he extended his arm to his lover. Confusion soon took over as Buffy just stood there, doing nothing.
"Buffy?" he whispered, then there was only blinding pain.
Buffy watched with a saddened tearful expression on her face as power from the vortex wrapped itself around him, and then he vanished.
The slayer choked on the lump in her throat and let the tears fall as the realisation hit her of what she had just done.
She had known there was no other way to save the world, but now she would never get her Angel back. She had killed her lover and her heart, but she knew she would never forget him.