Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel or any of the characters mentioned in either cannon. I don't own the song either. It's by The Wildflowers. The song is titled One Headlight.

Author's Note: This prequel is based off the song mentioned above, and it leads into a fiction based off the song, The Man Who' Cant Be Moved by The Script. Special thanks to frosty600 for being my Beta for this fan-fiction. (: Please review this fiction. I love hearing your opinions and it makes me want to write a lot more.

Prequel to Petals of Blood

So long ago, I don't remember when

That's when they say I lost my only friend

Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease

As I listened through the cemetery trees.

Lying the crimson red roses upon the grave, Angel laid down his love, and then he placed the ivory white roses down among the red for her innocence, her purity. Together the roses represented them, represented their unity. He could still feel her, still felt as if she were alive and nowhere near the grave he stood by. The headstone read her name, acted as the place where she could rest in peace, but it felt void. It was not a place for his Buffy. It was not her time and yet, he had hidden during her funeral within the trees, listening to those who were convinced that it was. He remembered it well. It was one of the most profound memories of his and all of those that were there to witness it ...

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn

The long broken arm of human law

Now it always seemed such a waste, she always had a pretty face

So I wondered how she hung around this place

There had been blood, the blood of a Slayer, not just any Slayer, but Buffy's. Oz, Spike, and even he had recognized Buffy's scent and her blood, before anyone had stumbled upon it, but Angel could not believe it. The shock of it all weighed in on everyone, each finally coming to terms with it, but Angel could not. He had stood by her grave until he could smell the sun begin to rise, but it was Spike who had pulled from greeting the sun. Everyone had thanked Spike for saving him, but Angel hadn't. Spike had damned him to walk the Earth without Buffy by his side until he could find her again. They called him insane, but in his heart he just knew Buffy wasn't dead.

Hey, come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than

In the middle

But me & Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight

Buffy's body had never been found, but her friends and family had wanted to honor her anyway. Not finding her body only convinced Angel that she had escaped death, escaped the life that was slowly killing her. Without looking back Angel took off into the night set on finding Buffy. He could not lose her again, not like that, not ever. She had come to him once, asking him to runaway with her, but he had chastised her for trying to run from her duties and explained that he, himself, sought redemption. Sensing the heartache rolling off her in waves, Angel knew he had made a mistake, but he could not undo what had already been done. It had been the last time he had ever gotten the chance to look into her eyes, to hear her voice, and they had been filled with nothing, but sadness and pain that only doubled after his response.

She said it's cold

It feels like Independence Day

And I can't break away from this parade

But there's got to be an opening

Somewhere here in front of me

Through this maze of ugliness and greed

And I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge

Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead

We'll run until she's out of breath

She ran until there's nothin' left

She hit the end, it's just her window ledge

The light in her eyes had faded and her spirit had been broken. The fight in her died and no one really noticed just how intense it really was. Distancing herself from her friends and family, Buffy had slain without heart and without focus. And before anyone could stop her or take notice, she had leapt into battle with the intention of falling instead of landing on her feet like everyone expected her to. And with that, she was taken from them all.

Hey, come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than

In the middle

But me & Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight

Months had ticked away like a time bomb ready to explode and destroy the dream of Buffy being alive that Angel held onto desperately. He searched the globe, always chasing after every petite blonde that come across his path and in the day while he slept, he found her. What scared him the most was waking up and always finding her gone, always out of his grasp. The more he searched for her, the more he lost a bit of himself. Turning to wine and cigarettes, Angel spent most of his days and nights in a drunken stupor calling out for Buffy. It seemed the closer he got to her within his dreams, the further away she really was from him. Death haunted him, always taunting him with the ghost of his lover, his life. It taunted him.

Well this place is old

It feels just like a beat up truck

I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn

Well it smells of cheap wine, cigarettes

This place is always such a mess

Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn

I'm so alone and I feel just like somebody else

Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same

But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams

I think of death, it must be killin' me

Returning home to Los Angeles, he returned to her grave, feeling like death. Every bit of him that had ever felt alive, had ever felt human, died with her. It was where he'd come every night and stood until the sun rose, stealing the sanctuary from him. When he finally started to mourn the loss of his love, Angel began to bring roses, always the same two colors, red and white. He'd clear the wilted ones away, placing life upon her grave, the only bit of life he had left to give anyone. And every time he'd remember, he'd remember the way the light had died in her eyes and how he had killed that part of her and how he'd lay down his own life if that meant saving her, finding her again.

Hey, hey hey come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There's got to be something better than

In the middle

But me & Cinderella

We put it all together

We can drive it home

With one headlight.

Authors Note: The chapters of the story will be longer. What do you think of it so far? Should I continue? ;) Who else feels bad for Angel?