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Thank you, Allison and BuffyAndSpikeForever, I’m glad that you still like it! ;)

Sorry for late, finally here's the new part:


Chapter thirty-seven: Something to Forgive

”No, no, no, I’m not ready yet!” Angel protested, shaking his head like a very stubborn and spoiled child.

“You have to face her, she is waiting for you. She left the hospital this morning, so she must be home already and now the sun finally set. So...” Buffy said, dragging him towards the exit with the help of Spike; but the brunette vampire kept offering resistance, holding on to every wall or handhold he found on his way.

“No, not after what I’ve done... or rather what I tried to do. It’s still too soon, I have to ponder what to say...” he justified.

“Forget it, Mr. Ponder! It’s time for you to get the hell out of my house and fix all the messes you created!” Spike snapped, tugging him more.

“Okay!” Angel gave in. “Just go outside and wait for me. First, I need a minute alone with my thoughts...” he explained and the two blondes nodded, leaving.

“It’s not fun to stay in your warehouse since he woke up and he’s always around...” Buffy grumbled.

“I know, sunshine, but don’t worry, my place is going to be wanker-free very soon,” he informed her with a tender kiss.

“Well, I don’t think that Mom will let me stay with you all night long again. She wasn’t very happy when I came back home this morning just to change clothes,” she admitted.

“Do you mean that she doesn’t like you spending time with me?” he got alarmed.

“Quite the contrary, she likes you so much that she is going to invite you to dine with us one of these nights,” she informed him.

“Really?” he smiled.

“Yeah, but let me clear a point, first: my mom * won’t be * your dinner!” she clarified, crossing her arms on her chest.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’d never hurt your mom, I happen to like her a lot, you know?” he smiled at her.

They were about to kiss for the umpteenth time, when Angel finally joined them.

Spike and Buffy walked with Angel until they were in front of Willow’s house, mostly to make sure that he didn’t escape, and after that they left, but they remained hidden nearby.

You could never be too prepared for what could happen.

Angel knocked on the door, as nervous as a boy on his first date.

As soon as Willow opened the door, they both kept silent for a while, just looking at each other.

Angel was still on the threshold as she silently wondered why he hadn’t gotten inside.

“I need an invitation again. You know, since you prevented Angelus from getting in, you also prevented me...” he explained with a faint smile, as if he had read her mind.

“Uh! Sure, right, I’m sorry. Angel, come in!” she invited him and he crossed the threshold without any annoying barriers. “Oh, Angel, you’re back, finally!” she exclaimed hugging him tightly as he hugged her back, but when he tried to bend on to kiss her, she gently moved away from him.

“No, Angel, I guess you can understand that it’s not so easy...” she tried to make him comprehend.

“Yes, I know, all the memories came back, so I know all the things I said and did and I’m so sorry, but...”

“You weren’t you at all...” she anticipated him as he nodded. “It’s almost as if you had an evil twin who replaced you for a while,” she added.

“It just happens that * I * am my own evil twin!” he struck back.

“Just tell me, how many times did you and Dru,” she changed subjects.

“No, you can’t ask me that, Will, it’s hard to explain. Angelus was as obsessed by Dru as he was... obsessed by you, too,” he admitted.

“What do you mean?” she asked between scared and... intrigued.

“Do you remember what Angelus did to Dru? He wanted to do the same with you... you know, kill all your friends and dear ones, torture you mentally and stuff like that...” he confessed.

“So, does that mean that you desired me even when you were soulless?”

“Yeah, first he would’ve make you suffer a little bit, but his plan was just that. Think about it, why did he never try to kill you? He could’ve the first time he saw you at my flat, or when you thought that he was in danger and you went to rescue him... but then, you know, there was the ‘Let’s destroy the World’ mania and you know the rest of the story.”

“So, when you were Angelus you still had a thing for me. Cool!” Willow confessed with dreamy eyes.

“Are you * flattered * about that? You can’t be happy about that! He’s wicked, he’s depraved, and he doesn’t deserve someone as precious as you are. Okay, maybe he has more sense of humour than me... but I’m better!” he protested.

Willow let a snicker escape from her mouth.

“Don’t tell me that you’re jealous... of... * yourself *?! By the way do you always talk about you in third person?” she wondered.

“Honey, truth is that Angelus is nothing like me, he’s totally different and you better wish you never see him again.” Angel struck back, but when he looked at her he realized that there was something else that was upsetting her.

“You know, Drusilla had my body, and my mind, too, but not my soul. Never my soul. It only belongs to you forever. Willow, I love you so much...” he murmured, trying to approach her cautiously, but he just skimmed her hand before she drew it back.

“I know, Angel, and I love you, too. It’s just like... a lot happened and I need some time…” she justified.

“Yes, I understand. But before I go, there’s something I want to give you...” he said, drawing out a CD from the pocket of his leather coat. “I’ve underlined the track I want you to listen to, because it contains all the words I want to tell you. Well, I know that this doesn’t sound very romantic, but the CD is not mine, so after you listen to it, I’ll need it back, because if I don’t bring it back to its place before Spike notices that something is missing in his very precious CD collection... well he might want to execute a massacre!”

“Spike?!” Willow cut him off, astonished.

“Yeah, Spike. You know, during his fake convalescence, that punk-rock addict tortured Dru and me with his awful music... and this is one of the songs I had to hear the most...” he clarified. “Well, as Angelus I thought that it was just a pathetic pleading sappy song, but now I think it’s just what you need to hear, honey...” he whispered, giving her the CD. “I know, I know. Maybe now you’re thinking: ‘Gee, you could’ve made a copy of the CD’. Well, to be honest, you know how much computers and I don’t get along, the only thing I’m good to do with them is throw them to the floor! And maybe this is the one and only thing Angelus and I have in common,” he admitted, making her laugh.

“I’ll listen to it and tomorrow you can come pick it up. Bye, Angel,” she said, but she couldn’t help hugging him once more and allowing him to hug her back. “I’m so glad you’re back!” she whispered to him, before he left.

(End I)

I know, an Angel who resorts to songs is not very credible... but you should know by now, everything about this FF is absurd!

I hope you’ll still like it!


Well, if you care, I also started a very new FF a few days ago, it ‘s called ‘Se Fossi In Te’ (don’t worry, only the title is in Italian, not the story eh, eh!) . If you feel like checking it out, I hope you’ll like it, but thanks anyway, you girls are already doing sooooooooo much for me, I adore you!





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