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Her foot pressed harder on the gas pedal, reaching a top speed of eighty miles per hour. She was frantic to reach the beach, to reach her savior. Every so often her hands would come off the steering wheel to scratch at her relentlessly itching skin, making the car swerve. To a cop on the side of the road she looked like a drunk driver. But for her it was a race to win back her sanity.
Her mind was a muddled mess, she couldn’t think clearly and she had no idea what the hell she was doing since she was ‘rescued’. She was in a living hell and she saw no light at the end of the tunnel. The only reward for breathing once again was about ten minutes away from her and she couldn’t get there fast enough.
The sleek black car raced down the highway with no thought to other drivers or his own safety. The only thought in his head and entire being was his Soul Mate. Their quick and urgent phone call played over and over in his mind. She had sounded so lost, so alone and troubled, that his dead heart died again.
He still couldn’t believe that she was back.
And he didn’t think his mind would totally comprehend it until she was in front of him, and he could touch and smell her.
When Cordelia came running into the room and told him that she was alive, he hadn’t believed it. But the Demon had roared at him that he knew. But he just assumed that the demon, like him, was in pain that she wasn’t there anymore.
He had become accustomed to the desolate empty feeling that took over his soul when she left this plane. So he hadn’t even noticed how just two days before Willow’s call, the emptiness had disappeared and was replaced with a warm humming sensation. He had been in overdrive trying to keep going, trying to save souls that he wasn’t even aware that her soul had returned.
But the demon had noticed and he had raged at him that she was alive, in pain and that she needed them, but he had ignored the insane ramblings. Believing it was just the demon’s refusal to believe that his mate was dead.
But hearing her voice on the phone only confirmed what the Demon had yelled at him, and now he was frantic to get to her, his soul mate.
Shutting off the engine she opened the door and got out. She took only two steps before she saw him. Tears fell silently from her eyes as she ran to him at full speed.
He turned around when he heard the sound of a car door slamming, just in time to catch her as she reached him and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her slim body close to his.
Her hitched voice sung to him. She was the only person in the world that spoke his name like it was a sacred hymn. He closed his eyes as he ran his hands up and down her back breathing in her scent, reveling in the pure essence that was Buffy Summers. His soul sang and the demon growled hungrily, it had been far too long since he was able to touch her.
He pulled back and took her beloved face in his hands, cradling it tenderly and wiping away the tears that glistened on her cheeks. “Oh God Buffy… is it really you? Are you really here?” His eyes roamed over her delicate features soaking them in, memorizing them all over again in his mind.
She hiccuped and a fresh wave of tears fell as she gazed into his glassy eyes. “It’s me! Oh God Angel… it hurts, it hurts so much! Please make it stop… please!” She pleaded with him and all he could do was pull her face to his and litter it with kisses.
“God I can’t believe it! He said you were alive but I didn’t believe him…”
Buffy had no idea what he was talking about and she didn’t care. “Please Angel I can’t go back there anymore… it’s too hard, too cold… please help me.” Her body shook with the raw emotions that were running through her and her tearful pleas tore at his soul that cried right along with her.
With their connection her soul affected his soul. It was always like that with them and he prayed to God that it would always be. Because the numbness of not having that connection was worse, it changed him; he was different when she was gone, just full of melatonin køb. Now he felt renewed, energized, strong, and he would make sure that she would never go away again, never leave him to wander aimlessly on this earth again, alone.
He sat down in the sand with her still wrapped tightly around his waist. She held him in a vise grip and she showed no signs of releasing him. If he were human he would probably be gasping for air but the strong grip she had on his waist felt like heaven to him.
They were eye to eye now and he could hear her erratic heartbeat she was so tightly wound up, like she was on speed and he urgently wanted to calm her. His hands gently petted her head and face. He removed the tight rubber band that was holding her beautiful hair back so haphazardly, and let his fingers massage her head.
“Shhh baby its okay, take a deep breath and relax.”
She shook her head. She had so much she wanted to tell him. He was the only one she could talk too, the only one who could understand how it had felt to crawl out of your own grave. Except Spike, he understood, but Spike wasn’t her soul’s match, Spike had tried to comfort her but it wasn’t enough. She needed Angel and she needed to make him understand that. “No you don’t understand I can’t go back… I just can’t.
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