It was a cool day, in July. Buffy walked quietly through the cemetery. Hoping for some action. It had become quite dull and dead since Glory was defeated and she jumped in the portal, to save her sister, Dawn, and the world, for what seemed to be the millionth time.

Flashbacks of memories flooded her mine. What it had been like before she was brought back to life, by Willow. It bothered her a lot that they brought her back, in the beginning. But now, she couldn't be mad anymore. She would have done the same thing, if she were in their shoes.

Buffy stopped in her tracks as she heard a loud scuffle, off to her left. "Hum, looks like they couldn't hide forever," She said to herself. She reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out "Mr. Pointy," as Kendra called it. Her favorite stake. A small smile spread across her lips, but then, sadness over took her. The painful memory of finding her, on the library floor, dead, stuck to her head, as she headed over to the bushes.

******

On the other side of the bushes, Angel, with a powerful upper cut, sent the vampire, flying in the near by head stone. Breaking it as it landed on the grass. But that didn't stop the vampire. It got up and went after Angel.

******

As she got closer, a warm tingly feeling ran through her body. The feeling she would get, when Angel was around. She turned around and looked. But to find nothing. Nothing, but darkness. The moon lightly shined through the trees off in the distance. Showing a small-lighted path.

She tried pushing that feeling out, but it got stronger, as she walked closer.

******

Angel looked up for a second, just as he noticed Buffy coming. He didn't want her to see him, at least not right then. She would want to know why, he was in town. That he didn't have answers to. He broke off a tree branch and stuck the vampire with it. In seconds, it dusted. Letting the cool air, carry off with its remains.

He took one last look at her, before he disappeared into the darkness.

******

Before Buffy could see what was going on, whatever it was had gone. She swore that she heard some noise, and she just couldn't shake the feeling that it might have been Angel. She looked around the area, for a few minutes. Noticing that something had happened, but what? A broken head stone, lay at her feet and a few footprints were made in the dirt.

"Okay, I think I'm losing my mind," She said, as she started walking home. She did her nightly routine and now it was time to go home and soak in the bathtub.

Chapter Two

She walked up the porch steps and unlocked the door.

"Dawn. Willow, I'm home," She yelled, through the house, as she closed the door behind her.

"We're in the kitchen, Buffy." She heard Willow call back.

She took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack by the door. She slipped out of her shoes and went to the kitchen.

******

Dawn and Willow were sitting at the table, drinking juice, and talking. They were talking about nonsense stuff, when Buffy walked in.

"Hey guys," She said.

"Hey. Any luck tonight?" Willow asked.

Buffy grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat at the table, next to Willow.

"I think I'm losing my mind," Buffy said.

"Why's that?" Dawn asked her sister.

"Cause I was just walking along like I usually do. And I hear something. And I go take a look, and there was nothing there. There was evidence of a fight, but I didn't see anyone around, when I got there."

"Well, you did have a rough day, maybe you were hearing things," Willow told her.

"But, how do you describe the broken head stone and the foot prints?"

"Maybe there was a fight of some sort, and when they saw you coming, they took off running," Dawn said.

Buffy just glanced at her. She was always sarcastic about what her sister did, for a living. Willow just smiled.

"Dawnie, why don't you go upstairs and clean your room?" Willow asked politely.

"Awe, do I have too?" She asked, giving her a disgusted face.

"Yes."

"Fine." Dawn got up from the table, put her glass in the sink and went to her room.

Chapter Three

The two girls sat there for a while, talking. Buffy wanted to tell her best friend about her feeling she got, but wasn't sure how Willow would react to it.

She stared at the picture on the wall, paying no attention to what Willow was saying. Her mind wondered. The feeling still tingled throughout her body.

Willow looked up at her, and noticed that she wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying. "How's it where you're at?" She asked.

Buffy's thoughts were shaken away. "Oh sorry, Will, I was just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" She asked, very interested.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Buffy, we're been friends for what, 8 years now. You know you can tell me anything."

Buffy looked at her. "All right. You remember that feeling I would get, every time that Angel would be around?"

Willow shook her head.

"I got that feeling tonight. Like he was around or watching me. But I couldn't see him."

Willow took this info in. "Are you sure?" She asked.

She looked up at her. Staring her in the eyes. The look "I'm sure" was on her face. "And it's still there."

"Do you think he would be in town?" Willow asked, curiously.

Buffy sat there for a minute thinking. If he was, what was he doing here? Why would he be here? A million questions ran through her mind.

"I don't know, but I'm going to go find out," She said, getting up from the table. "Watch Dawn for me. I'll be back as soon as I can."

With that, Buffy went to the living room and slipped on her shoes, grabbing her jacket off the coat rack and left the house.

******

Willow sat there for a minute, a smile on her face, before she headed up stairs to help Dawn with her room.

******

Buffy walked, for what seemed like hours. No sight of Angel and the further she got, the weaker the feeling got.

"Maybe, I'm kidding myself," She said, as she stopped at the park. "Seeing him would just make things worse. Yeah�No, it wouldn't. It would just make it better."

She walked over to one of the swings and sat down. Slightly pushing with her feet. Buffy sat there, thinking, of what it would be like to see him again. It had been over a year since the last time they saw each other. Many things had happened since the last time they saw each other at her mom's funeral.

That day. As she stood there, staring down at the freshly covered dirt, as he walked up behind her. Apologizing that he wasn't able to arrive sooner, do to the sun. She could still feel his arms wrapped around her, as they sat there, together talking. Her mind wondered to the kiss that they shared. She knew he was a little edgy when she kissed him. But she couldn't help herself. Whenever there was a problem, she would go to him, for help or for comfort, or just to be held by him. But, it didn't seem like it bothered him that much. He did ask her, he could stay as long as she wanted him too. But it wasn't Forever, like she had said. The next day, he was gone. Leaving her to deal with her own pain and grief by herself. Even though she had her friends there, it wasn't the same. She wanted him. Like old times. She was only kidding herself. She knew she would never have him again. He went his separate way, because he thought he couldn't give her the life that she deserves.

"But, who is it to decide on what's good for me? Me�me�I am. No one else," She quietly said, as the tears started building up. She did a lot of not so good things, and one of them, was letting Angel slip through her fingers, without trying to keep him in Sunnydale. And now, it was too late. He had his own life to worry about. He didn't have time to worry about her anymore.

Chapter Four

Angel walked slowly through Sunnydale. Taking in every sight. Walking past the bronze, where him and Buffy had been together a few times. He didn't like the feeling, which settled down at the bottom of his stomach. Not he hasn't told Buffy that he was in town. He couldn't find the right words, to tell her that he misses her. He knew he made a big mistake walking out of her life, but at the time, he knew it was the right thing to do. Now he hated himself.

As he made his way to the park, something told him to turn around, and head in a different direction. But he didn't listen. And that's when he saw her. Sitting there. He quickly hid himself behind the tree. He stood there, as he watched her. His mind racing with thoughts. Thoughts of running up to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. But, he pulled himself together, and tried to push that urge out of him.

******

Buffy whipped the tears off her face, with the sleeve of her jacket. It was starting to get really cold out, so she headed back to the house. She walked down the street. And stopped. She could feel him again. Stronger then before. She knew he was around. But, where, she had no clue. Tears stung her eyes. She turned around, hoping and praying that he would be there.

"Angel?" She called out, quietly. Her eyes light up with the hope of seeing him there.

But he was nowhere near. She placed her head down and continued on walking home. Tears slowly made there way down her cheeks.

******

Angel hated himself, more now. That he was too much of a chicken to show him self, when she had called his name. It sent little shivers up his spine, hearing her call him. Her voice, so soft. He knew he had hurt her, yet again, by the look in her eyes, as she continued on walking home.

He watched her, until he couldn't see her anymore. Then, he headed to his old place, to think, of a way to tell Buffy the real reason he was in Sunnydale.

******

When Buffy got home, she headed straight to her room, avoiding any questions from Willow or Dawn. She wasn't in the mood to be made fun of.

She grabbed some pjs from her closet and went to take a shower.

******

When she was done, she dried herself off and got dressed. She turned off the light in the bathroom and went to her room. She turned off the light and crawled in bed. Soon after, she was asleep.

Chapter Five

Angel stood in her room, as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful. He walked over to the side of her bed, and gently sat down, trying not to wake her up. He lightly caressed her cheek. A tingly feeling ran through his body, as he touched her. Feeling her skin, against him, stirred an unbelievable feeling in side. He wanted to take her in his arms, and make them become one again.

He watched her, as she opened her eyes. Blinking, getting them use to the darkness.

"Angel?" She whispered softly.

"Shh�love," He said, as he leaned down and kissed her.

"Angel�" She moaned, as he started kissing her neck. Softly nibbling, trying not to hurt her, as he made his way back to her lips.

He pulled off his shirt, as she ran her fingertips over his chest. He started un-buttoning her shirt, caressing her sides, with his hands. Taking in every touch he made.

"My love," Angel whispered in her ear.

"Angel, I want to feel you. Feel you in me," Buffy barely got out. Her heart pounded with love. A love that was lost for so long.

Angel gently climbed on top of her. Grabbing a hold of her hands, he pulled them up above her head, as their fingers came together. He slowly, trying not to hurt her, he entered himself in her.

A few moans, escaped their lips, and their breathing picked up, as he moved to the rhythm.

"My sweet, Buffy," He whispered in her ear.

******

They lay there together, in each other's arms. Their breathing had returned back to normal.

"I love you Angel," Buffy said.

"I love you too, Buffy," He said, as he kissed the top of her head. "Soon, my love�"

"Soon? Soon, for what?" She asked.

"Soon, we will be together again."

Buffy looked at him confused. She sat up, covering her self, with the sheet. She turned to ask him what he meant, but he was already gone.

"Angel?" She called out. She looked around, but he was no where in sight.

******

"Angel�Angel?" Buffy sat up in bed. Breathing heavy. She put a hand over her chest. Her heart was pounding fast. Her face was covered in sweat. She searched around her room, but he was not there. Tears slowly made their way down her face. Just then, she realized that it was only a dream.

"But�but it felt so real," She cried, as her heart broke.