A/N: So... after that last chapter... wow. I know I left you guys upset and crap, but trust me when I say that this update? Totally worth it. Trust me. Or, you know, don't. Either way, read on kiddos.

Disclaimer: Do I have to do it again? Fine. 'I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer.' There, okay? Now get off my freaking back Joss Whedon!

"No!" He cried it out. The anguish in his voice was palpable.

"No! You can't do this! You can't just leave me here!"

Angel began to shake the glassy-eyed, unresponsive Slayer.

"Please don't leave..." The Scooby's watched as the vampire collapsed. With shaking hands, he brushed the hair off her face. Her open, empty eyes taunted him. With a hand still covered in her blood, he shut them, crying bitterly as he did so. Angel looked at her face, frozen in an expression of serenity. He saw his own cold tears hit her skin as he lowered his lips to hers in parting. And she was cold. She was so. Damn. Cold. Angel rose from the body of his dead love and turned away. The Scooby's could see the unmasked pain and anger written all over his face. Giles realized something he hadn't before. Angel wasn't Angelus. Angelus would not have wept for Buff,y's death, he would have laughed and fed the girl his blood, turning her. Angel was not Angelus.

The distraught vampire pushed passed the others, past Spike, and began walking towards a familiar hilltop to finish what he started one snowy Christmas...

Buffy was surrounded by white robed figures.

"Slayer," one said.

"Who are you?"

"We are the angels."

"Angels. Angel, I have to get back to him."

"We know Slayer. We are waiting for something."

"For what?"

Then she felt something like a pair of cool lips touching hers. Angels cool lips.

"That. The conduit to heal you and let you get home."

"The conduit?"

"Ask your vampire about it."

The angels began to fade away. The one she had been speaking to called, "It is not your time yet Slayer. It is not his either."

"What are you talking about?" Buffy yelled.

"Go to him! Quickly!"

Everything faded away, but then...

The Slayer took a long, shuddering gasp of air.

"Buffy!" She heard Willow exclaim as she opened her eyes, "You're alive! You're alive! I thought you were-"

"I was. But Angel... Where is he anyway?"

"He left. Buffy, he was so broken. I don't know where he is now."

But Buffy did.

"No, no he wouldn't."

"Buffy what's wrong?"

"I'll tell you later. Right now I have to go!"

She made to jump out of bed, but the Wiccan held her in place.

"Easy Buff, You just came back from the dead. Slow it down."

"Willow I can't! Angel's at that hilltop waiting for the sunrise right now, and unless I stop him, he's screwed, and I... I can't live without him Wills. I just can't."

"Go. Now!"

Buffy succeeded in leaving this time, sprinting out of the room and towards the stairwell, ignoring the shocked yells of the three men she passed, an the attempt to stop her from one. She had to get to the hilltop.

Ooooooh, suspense! I know I gave you mini heart attacks with that last chapter, but srlsy, have you no faith? No way on God's beautiful green earth would I end it like that. So of course Buffy comes back. Anyone wanna guess what happens next? If you do and post in in a review, you get virtual cookies.