Once again the moon rose; a big yellow orb that seemed to light all of Sunnydale.
Buffy roamed the cemetery with Giles and they made small talk while they waited for vampires to rise.
Cordelia and Xander sat at a quite table in the back of the Bronze.
They didn't speak, they just sat in silence and listened to the band play.
Oz was locked in the book cage and Willow was sitting in a chair reading a short story to him. Tears filled her eyes when she reached the part of the story where one of the main characters died.
Oz just sat and listened, even his werewolf form seemed to be mourning the passing of Amara and at night, he dreamt that she wasn't really dead at all, only sleeping.
The window of the mansion that looked out over the courtyard had been unboarded as Angel sat by it in an antique chair, looking out at the plants that littered the garden. He could smell the night- blooming jasmine whose scent seemed to fill the air.
Tears ran down his face as the events of the past weeks replayed in his mind. Every time he imagined Amara's dead body lying on the floor of that room, it seemed that the look on her face had changed from one of relief to one of disappointment. If only, he thought. If only he had been there moments earlier, he might of saved her.
The only piece of her he had left now, was a bracelet that he had found in her house before he had boarded it shut. It had been a going away gift that he had given her on the night he had made her leave for England.
Thoughts of that night long ago had filled his mind for years and he found himself at a place in time where he couldn't make excuses anymore for his actions that night and every night since then. There had been no excuse for the things he had done to Amara; to his victims; to Buffy's friends and most importantly, to Buffy.
As he sat still, letting the fresh autumn breeze wash over him, he realised something that brought him one of the first shreds of peace he'd had for weeks. Even in his darkest hour when he'd thought his soul had been lost forever, it had never really gone anywhere. Even when he had been made a vampire and his soul had left his body, it had not been far away.
It had only been with it's rightful owner; the one who he'd given it to the moment he'd met her, Amara. And she had kept it safe with hers until it could be passed on...to Buffy. Who too held it safe, with hers and would now and forever.
As Angel sat, motionless, he realised that he found comfort in that thought; he realised that Amara's death had not been in vain.
Deep in the woods, the earth stirred. Birds flew from the trees as if they could sense that something was coming. The wind seemed to pick up, causing a mini hurricane to form
Suddenly the ground began to crack and from it, something emerged from the ground...a hand. A hand with a golden ring on its finger; a ring with a ruby in the centre.
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