A New Life: Part 5
by Anja K
Disclaimer: See Prologue.



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Part Five

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I broke a couple of chair legs. When Angel decided to awake Acathla, who would, in turn, suck the whole earth into hell, Spike had come to me. He wanted Dru back. I just wanted to save the world. So we teamed up, and went to stop Angel. Well, I went, he got up behind him and beat him on the back with a crowbar. Then he'd gotten involved with Drusilla, who had attacked him, and I haven't seen them since. I was left fighting Angelus, who had seized the moment and awakened Acathla. It was only a matter of minutes now. I'd blocked out all of those torturous memories of our times together, and tried to fight him like he was just another vamp. Except he wasn't. He'd beaten me to a corner.

Me, the almighty slayer. He was saying something, teasing, taunting me, all in an attempt to make me break. Well, I'd never give him the satisfaction. I fought back, my mind blank, my feelings shoved deep down. My sword was raised, his had went flying across the room. Then all of a sudden, his eyes shone with an orange light, and filled with tears. His soul was back. He said something, was worried that I was hurt... He didn't remember anything. We kissed, like we had used to. In that moment, everything had been all right... I was safe, he was safe, nothing the hell mattered except us... But, like I said, I wasn't entitled to happiness. Goddamn it, I was the savior of human race! Why did I have to give up the thing that I loved more than anything?

From behind him, I could see Acathla's mouth opening. Only Angel's blood could close the portal, he'd be sucked into hell, and I'd never see him again. - I whispered. He did it without thinking. God, he'd loved me so much, trusted me so. I told him. I closed my eyes, and stabbed him with the sword. I'll never forget the expression on his face, the look of ultimate betrayal, disbelief. I backed away, and just like that, he was gone. My Angel was gone. Just like that.

I'd run away, became Angela Capulet, a pathetic excuse for an alternate personality. The pain of remembering was even stronger now, but my friends were in trouble. If I was so big on responsibility, if I was that good, then I couldn't leave innocent people to be sacrificed. I walked out of my apartment, towards the factory, and I felt good. The pain was terrible, but the old feeling of power returned. I was the Slayer. And nothing, absolutely nothing, could stand in my way.


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