Part Three

"Do we have much more to do? It's dark out?" Buffy said tiredly when she arrived back at the Occult Reading Room.

"No. You should patrol. I'll come with you." Riley said. Buffy shook her head.

"I've told you before, Riley. You won't come with me. This is a Buffy-on-her-own job." She told him sternly. She grabbed her bag and left without another word. She headed back outside and walked along to the cemetery. She was in such a daze, she didn't notice a vampire behind her, until it tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled round, stake in hand.

"Angel!" She screamed.

"Hi." He said, smiling slightly. "I didn't expect your reaction to be this... loud."

"How many times have I told you not to sneak up on people in graveyards?" She said, trying so hard to be stern, but the smile on her face defeated her.

"Sorry. I'll yodel next time."

"What are you even doing here?" She demanded, the smile suddenly disappearing.

"Visiting Spike." He said.

"Yeah right." She said. Then she realised. "He called you, didn't he?" Angel nodded.

"He told me not to tell you. What can I say, I never could lie to you." He smiled winningly.

"Remind me to hit Spike when I next see him. Why are you really here? What did Spike tell you?"

"He told me that you were asking him stuff." Angel said. "I thought you might prefer to hear the unbiased version. Come on..."

He took her by the hand, trying to ignore the sparks that flew up his arm, and led her out of the cemetery and up the hill to the mansion. He led her inside and switched on the lights.

"I arrived this morning." Angel told her. "And I brought this."

He pointed to an old oak trunk sitting alone in the middle of the room.

"What is it?" Buffy asked, her curiosity aroused. Angel merely smiled enigmatically and opened it up.

"Sit down, this might take a while." He advised. She settled down on a cushion by the fire. He sat beside her, not too close, mind. He handed her a small portrait of a family.

"This is my family." He said. "This is my father," He pointed to a stern Irishman standing behind a woman sitting down.

"This is my mother." He told her. She was softer looking, dressed quite finely for the times. She had dark hair piled under a hat, and a sweet, maternal smile. Sat beside her was a girl, no more than twelve.

"Who is that?" Buffy asked. Angel looked sad.

"That's my sister Kathleen. Isn't she beautiful?" He said wistfully. "I killed her." He told Buffy.

"No you didn't."

"What? Of course I did, I was there." He was confused.

"No. Angel, the more I get into this whole dumb project thing, I understand that you and... Him are so different, different people even. You would never have killed Kathleen, just like you would never have killed Duchess Maria or that Countess. You hung out with rich people a lot, didn't you?"

"It paid better." Angel joked lamely.

"The point is, you really are more separate from Angelus than you give yourself credit for."

"He's still inside me."

"I know. But you're stronger than him, and you know it." Buffy said. Angel shook his head.

"I've never been anything but weak. If I was strong, I would never have met Darla in an alleyway..."

"How did you meet Darla? How did you get made?" She asked him. He recounted the sorry tale of Liam and Darla, and how he killed everyone in his part of Galway.

"I cut a swathe right through Ireland before getting the Hell out of that place."

"Didn't you like it there?"

"I despised it. Mostly because of my father. We didn't really get on very well. When I was a small boy, he was my hero but as I got older, we fought most of the time. But I loved my mother. She was so gentle and kind. Just like Kathy." Angel's eyes filled with tears and Buffy moved to him.

"Angel, you can cry if you want. I bet you never have, have you?" He shook his head. Shaking, racked with pain, Angel finally let the tears spill down his cheeks silently. Buffy rocked him gently, then he sobbed. It was a loud, painful sob, full of centuries of torment, the sob that he had kept locked up for so long. It tore at Buffy's heart, and without realising it, tears began to flow down her face.

It was some time before Angel managed to rein his emotions back in, and reassuring Buffy, he continued telling her tales of his life before. Already, a weight had lifted off his shoulders, and with Buffy's gentle coaxing, he told her of his life, not as Angelus, but as Liam.

"Did you... Have lots of girlfriends?" She asked. He laughed once, harshly.

"Sort of. A lot of the girls in Galway were pretty virtuous, but some of them could be persuaded with a little attention and a smile." He blushed.

"What aren't you telling me? That you were a ladies' man? I know."

"You knew?"

"Sure. And I know that you were leaving a brothel when you met Darla." Buffy said, her eyes shining.

"And you don't hate me?"

"I already knew you were dumb." Buffy said.

"What?"

"Well, you had to be really dumb to leave me, but donate a reading room to my university."

"You know about that? Well... I had all those books and I never used them."

"Liam? I can't see you as a Liam."

"My mother used to call me an Angel." Angel said, pride filling his voice. Then, it left.

"That really was a long time ago." He said.

"You are an Angel." She told him. Without thinking, Buffy leaned and kissed him, ever so softly.

"Buffy..."

"What now?" She asked, irritated.

"Uh... Nothing." He stopped. She remembered something, and her eyes fired up in anger.

"I found a book in your library today." She said. "I didn't understand most of it, but it did have a thing about a curse in it." She felt Angel tense up.

"I found it when I was Angelus, in a little bookshop. I bought it because I didn't want you finding it. But, luckily for me, you had it anyway." He said. She pulled out the picture from her pocket.

"I remember this," Angel's eyes lit up for a moment.

"Prom night." Buffy told him, and he nodded. "Did you read it all?" Angel shook his head.

"Didn't it occur to you to read it all?" She shouted. "Maybe there's something important in there!" Angel, surprised, moved away. She immediately relaxed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout. But what if..."

"What if what, Buffy?"

"What if we could..." She stuttered.

"Spit it out." He said gently.

"What if we could anchor your soul or something, make sure it never goes away again?" She said in a little voice like a child.

"That would be better." He conceded. She turned to look him directly in the eye.

"I couldn't stand it if he came back again." She said. Angel smiled sadly.

"Neither could I." He stood up.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to the library."

"Now?"

"Sure." Angel slid into his coat.

"You can't just walk into the reading room. It's all locked up and everything."

"You forget Buffy, I'm stealth guy." He reminded her. "I'll be back soon."

"I have to go back. Willow's going to be worried."

"Are you going to tell her that I'm here?"

"Well, I have to tell her how I got all this information." She grinned. "I'll only tell Will. Not, for instance, Riley."

"Riley." Angel sighed sadly. She had told him of her somewhat dumb boyfriend.

"I'm going to break up with him."

"Why?" Angel was genuinely surprised.

"He's not you." She said with startling simplicity. Angel nodded with a tiny smile, before heading out the door.

"Buffy! You've been gone hours! Did you have to avert an apocalypse? Without telling me?" Willow was at the door as soon as Buffy walked through it.

"I... Was researching our project." She said, trying to keep the smile from her face. Willow noticed the smile and began doing the math.

"You wouldn't have, by any chance, secured an interview with the subject?" When Buffy nodded, Willow smiled, first excited, then worried.

"Are you sure..."

"Will, it's not a big deal. Besides, that book might have some interesting things in it about Angel's curse."

"Hasn't he ever read it?"

"Not even. He's gone to the library right now to read it all." Buffy said.

"Are you really sure..."

"Yes, Will. Honestly, we talked about stuff we never dared bring up before and now everything is... More open. I didn't really want to hear how Angelus killed his little sister but I needed to hear it." At the earnest look on Buffy's face, Willow decided to let it lie for now.

"I have to go see Riley." Buffy said.

"Why?"

"To tell him that we're over."

"Why are you over?"

"Willow, open your eyes." Buffy said a little coldly. "Compared to Angel, Riley is nothing. He's less than nothing." Willow nodded.

"You're right. Go little bird, be free." Willow watched as Buffy bounced out of the room with more purpose than she'd had for a long, long time.

"Riley? Riley?" She wandered into Lowell House, suddenly rather apprehensive. The whole place seemed abandoned, but for a single light burning in the small library.

"Buffy?" Riley called. She walked in and found him sitting there surrounded by books. Books about Angel.

"Still working?" She asked, forcing airiness into her voice. They had been working all day on the project. Why was Riley, never the hardest worker in the class, still reading?

"Yeah, I just want to get a good grade." He said, slightly colder than she expected. Had he worked it all out?

"What did you come to see me for Buffy?" He asked.

"I came to talk to you."

"Oh?" He brightened and her resolve faltered slightly.

"I really..." She paused. "I can't date you anymore Riley."

"What?" He seemed genuinely confused. "I thought we were having a good time."

"I know, but... It just wasn't... It was never you, Riley." She said as gently as she could.

"Oh." He said in a low, controlled voice.

"I'm sorry Riley, but I didn't want to lead you on."

"Well, you did!" His voice rose sharply. "I know in your freshman year you weren't keen at first, but we've been dating for a year! How could you suddenly decide..." He trailed off.

"I didn't just suddenly decide, Riley. This has been coming a long time."

"Oh has it? It's that vampire, isn't it?" He spat out.

"No Riley, it's us." She told him gently, before turning and walking away.

When the group met the very next day, again in the Occult Reading Room, it was a rather sombre group. Riley was clearly annoyed with Buffy, Tamara was unsure how to act around the two of them, and Buffy was concerned that she still hadn't seen Angel since he'd come to the library. Willow had gone to ask for the key to the room and came back looking rather worried.

"What's the matter Willow?"

"I just.... Got a phone call. Can I talk to you Buffy?" Buffy nodded and allowed Willow to lead her away.

"I didn't get a phone call. But the librarian said that a young man came to the library last night and asked for the key. Said it was for his Myth & Legends course. But he hasn't returned."

"Angel?" Buffy turned to look at Riley, who was glaring at her.

"Could be."

"Is he in there right now? I never saw him last night."

"Who knows?" Willow said. "I'll get Riley and Tamara away from here." She turned to them.

"We're not going to be allowed in for about... Half an hour due to cleaning, the librarian told me, why don't we go for lunch?"

"Buffy, are you coming?" Tamara asked.

"Yeah, I just have to deal with the phone call Willow got." Buffy smiled brightly at the girl as they walked down the hall. She went over to the door and pulled out a pin from her hair. Sliding it into the lock, she silently opened the door expertly. She went in and closed the door, locking it again. She had to smile at what she saw.

At the centre table, Angel was lying fast asleep amid several books. Buffy's heart softened as she saw him slumped over the table, his hand still gripping a book.

"Angel... Angel..." She said softly, suddenly very aware that she had to get him out of there before the others got back. He groaned quietly, shifting slightly.

"Angel." She said louder.

"Buffy?" He muttered, sounding surprised. His eyes opened slowly, then slammed shut again.

"Angel, get the Hell up." She said sternly. At this, he opened his eyes and sat up, yawning.

"What's going on?" He asked, dozily looking around the dark reading room.

"You came here last night to read that book. It's nearly lunchtime now. The whole group was waiting to get in here."

"I've been here all night?" He asked, his eyes still rather uncomprehending.

"I was worried about you." Buffy smiled, sitting beside him.

"I read the book," He said, his eyes lighting up suddenly.

"Really?" She said excitedly. "What does it say?" Angel went to speak but stopped.

"No. I'm going to check it out in these," He pointed to the large pile of books he'd fallen asleep on. "And then I'm going to see Giles."

"Could it really....?" Buffy trailed off.

"Maybe. Let's not get our hopes up, OK? It might be nothing." Angel smiled, sliding back into his coat.

"How are you going to get out? It's broad, sunny daylight outside." She told him. He merely gave her a little smile, and went out of the door.

The other three members of the group arrived back twenty minutes later and they got down to the business of preparing their report. Buffy noticed the increased jibes towards Angel from Riley, but said nothing, hoping that he hadn't discovered too much.

"Patrolling tonight Buffy?" Tamara asked conversationally, hoping to break some of the tension.

"Yeah, like always."

"You didn't patrol last night." Riley said.

"Yes I did. What?" Buffy said, wondering what in God's name he meant. The look on Riley's face suggested that he hadn't meant to say that.

"I meant... Nothing, I don't know."

"What did you mean?" Buffy demanded hotly. Under Buffy's glare, he caved.

"I saw you last night."

"Saw me?"

"Yes. In a mansion on the hill."

"You followed me." Buffy realised. He nodded, hanging his head. As he should.

"You followed Buffy to Crawford Street?" Willow asked. Riley nodded.

"You know about it too, then?" Riley asked her.

"Sure... That's where Buffy sent Angel to Hell."

"What?"

"Did she not tell you?"

"I've discovered that Buffy only tells us what she wants." Riley said icily.

"Don't." Buffy said softly, but angrily. "Don't. You don't even have the slightest comprehension of what it's all about."

"Really? I know I saw you and Angelus at the mansion getting very close." Riley accused. Willow looked worriedly at Buffy. How was she going to react?

"You have no idea what you saw." She said angrily. "You have no idea, period."

"I know what I saw," Riley said, more smug than he felt.

"No Riley, you don't. You want to know what you saw? You saw a heartbroken, guilty man crying for his family. You have no clue." She said, before stifling a sob and running outside.

"Get out, Riley." Willow said, resolve face firmly in place. He didn't say another word, but simply rose and left. Leaving a bewildered Tamara, Willow ran after Buffy.

The next day they were due to give their presentation. The three girls worked into the night, hoping to get it ready in time. Meanwhile, Angel and Giles worked even harder, making sure that what he had found really would work. Then, at three in the morning, the phone in Buffy and Willow's room rang, its shrill tone waking both.

"Hello?" Buffy asked sleepily.

"Buffy? I need you and Willow to come to the magic shop right away. Let me speak to Willow?"

"Sure." She handed the phone to Willow.

"Hello?"

"Willow, it's Giles. Can you get Tara to come over as well?"

"Sure. I'll call now." Willow put the phone down, before picking it up again and speed-dialling her girlfriend.

"Tara? Yeah. Can you get to the magic shop? Great." She smiled and put the phone down again. She turned to see that Buffy had already managed to get dressed, and she did the same.

"What's the rush Giles? Angel?" Buffy asked breathlessly as she and Willow arrived at the Magic Box. A few moments later, Tara ran in, hair flying wildly.

"We've found it!" Giles said excitedly.

"Found what?"

"We can get me my soul back permanently." Angel said softly. Buffy smiled, slightly at first, then it broadened into a bright grin.

"We need Tara and Willow to first remove it..." Giles trailed off.

"What? Remove his soul?" Buffy asked, her voice wavering.

"I'll be secured, Buffy." Angel reassured her.

"And then what? We give Angelus a going away party?" She snapped.

"No. Then we put his soul back in properly, anchored and totally unable to be removed." Giles told her. Buffy sighed tiredly.

"It will work, won't it?" She asked. Angel nodded.

"We've been up all day and night cross checking. I wouldn't even consider it unless..."

"All right then. Do it." Buffy said.

Willow and Tara began preparing their spell, while Giles and Buffy chained Angel to a steel pillar in the training room. As she stepped away, Buffy kissed Angel softly.

"Good luck." She whispered to him. He smiled slightly, nervously. Willow and Tara lit the candles and began chanting softly. Angel cried out in pain for a moment, before his eyes glowed a golden colour. Then, he slumped, unconscious.

"That was easy." Tara breathed.

"Yeah. It's the next bit that's hard. We need to finish before he wakes up." Willow told her quietly. They scurried around preparing the next, more complicated stage of the spell. Then, Angelus woke up. He smirked at the watching slayer.

"Buff!" He called cheerily. "Couldn't live without me, huh?" Buffy didn't reply.

"Aren't you talking to me, slayer? Shame." Angelus then noticed that he was chained up. He cackled with laughter.

"You really think these will hold me for long?" He asked.

"Not really." Buffy smirked back, knowing that soon she would have Angel back forever.

"Aw, Buff... You want to get rid of me? Well, that hurts." Angelus stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

"It hurts? That's a real shame." Buffy countered.

"You're in a real mood today, Buff." Angelus told her.

"Yeah, well, I have better thing to do that trade quips with you." She said.

"You can trade a whole lot more than that with me if you want."

"I'll pass." She said, her eyes darting to the busy witches. Unfortunately, Angelus noticed them too.

"Willow," He said in a velvety, seductive voice. "How have you been?"

"Better since Buffy kicked your ass all the way back to Hell." She shot back. Angelus didn't scare her, she told herself. She almost believed it.

"Little Willow really has grown up, hasn't she?" Angelus mocked.

"Angelus, baby..." Buffy called, hoping to stop him distracting Willow.

"Yes Buff?"

"I was talking to Spike the other day all about you."

"Really? All bad stuff I hope."

"Not remotely. He told me how you moped over little old me."

"Dream on, slayer." He growled. She smiled.

"Oh, Spikey wouldn't lie to me. We're good buddies now." Buffy smiled infuriatingly at Angelus, knowing Willow and Tara were almost done.

"You've branched out into other vampires now Buffy? That hurts."

"Good."

"Well, I can't imagine they're very impressed. I know I certainly wasn't."

"It won't work, Angel. I know the truth now. Whether you're good or bad, you never really hated me and you can say what you like, but I know how you really felt." Buffy smirked back at him.

"You loved me." Buffy said, a little sadly as he again screamed in pain, and his eyes glowed. Angelus was gone forever and the last thing she'd said to him was the one thing which would have made him angriest. She liked that idea.

"Angel!" She cried, running to the man leaning heavily against the pillar.

"Buffy?" He asked, disorientated.

"Angel, you're OK now." She said, beginning to unchain him, knowing that this really was Angel. He was back for good. He stopped her for a second and looked right into her eyes.

"Was he awful?" He asked.

"Yes. But it didn't matter. I knew that I'd get you back in a minute and he'd be gone forever. And I got to really annoy him."

"Really? How?" Angel brightened slightly.

"I'll tell you another time." Buffy grinned. She helped him to his feet and was about to turn away when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"What...." She was cut off by Angel's lips against her own and his arms pulling her closer. It was the first real kiss they had shared since his return, and it was incredible.

"Bye," Buffy whispered to Angel, sleeping peacefully in his bed at the mansion. She picked up her bag and slid silently out of the room, leaving him to sleep.

"Buffy! We're going to be late." Willow said, leaning on the side of Angel's car. But the smile on her face told Buffy that the girl was too happy for her friend to really be angry.

"I'm sorry. Almost really." Buffy grinned at her friend. Willow merely nodded and held the door of Giles' car open for her.

"Giles lent you the Beemer?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah. He had a feeling you might be running late."

"Oh how well you all know me." Buffy smiled. "Did you bring everything?"

"Yeah."

"I have something extra that Angel lent me."

"What?"

"It's a surprise." Buffy smiled enigmatically.

They arrived about thirty seconds before Professor Calendar, and scooted to their seats beside the waiting Tamara. Riley was conspicuously absent.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

"Long night. Long story. Tell you later." Buffy said quickly as silence descended upon the room.

"Good morning!" Professor Calendar called brightly. "I expect to see lots of wonderful projects." She commented. Buffy, Willow and Tamara smiled, while some other groups exchanged worried glances. Prof. Calendar called up the Dracula group first, and as they spoke, Buffy mentally corrected some of their mistakes. Dracula can turn into a fine mist, thank you very much, she thought to herself. Buffy giggled her way through the group who had researched Spike. Then it was the turn of a group discussing a small sect of vampires from the Russian steppes. Buffy had never heard of them before, and decided to ask Giles about them. Or maybe she'd ask Angel. That perked her up. She could ask Angel. Angel was back for good!

"Buffy!" Willow hissed in her ear. The entire room was waiting for them to start their presentation, the last of the day. She stood quickly, following Willow and Tamara down to the front of the room. Buffy was meant to start, and began to read from the sheet of paper handed to her by the much more organised Ms. Rosenberg.

"The vampire we researched is possibly one of the most infamous of his kind in history. The story of Angelus, the Scourge of Europe began in 1727 in Galway City, Galway, West Ireland. His mother and father had been married two years and had already had a stillborn daughter. He was christened Liam Patrick Coghlan. He was a happy child, but as he grew older became eager to discover the world outside Galway's walls. He became a well known Hellraiser around town, drinking and carousing and generally being " She paused to read a moment. "When he was fifteen, his sister Kathleen was born. He adored the beautiful little girl and became the perfect older brother. This is a portrait of the family done in 1753, just a few months before Liam's death." The entire class gasped. Not one other group had found anything that really proved the existence of their subject. But this, if it was real, then so Angelus must be real, right? Even Willow and Tamara looked surprised. But then, it was Tamara's turn.

"The book Vampires Through History by Dr. Selznick tells us that Liam was sired by Darla, the pet of the Master of the Order of Aurelius in 1753. He was given a full Catholic burial before rising and killing everyone in the village. He became Angelus and then with Darla, he cut a swathe through the western counties of Ireland, before moving onto Northern Ireland and from there into England. They travelled the length and breadth of Europe, killing hundreds, possibly thousands. They exhibited a penchant for the finer things in life, often disguising themselves as nobility or people of great wealth before then killing the people around them." It was Willow's turn now.

"In 1860, Angelus and Darla met a young woman who was cursed with visions. Slowly, surely, artfully even, Angelus turned the girl, Drusilla completely insane. Then, he turned her into a vampire. She stayed with Angelus and Darla and in 1880, she herself turned a young man, William the Bloody. However, it was Angelus who taught the young vampire everything about killing and maiming. It was said that Angelus was pure evil, and not many people would disagree." Willow finished. Now it was Buffy's turn again.

"What makes the story of Angelus so unique, however, is that in 1898 in Romania, he was cursed by gypsies." Buffy said. A slight movement in the doorway caught her attention. Angel was standing there. How had he gotten in without burning to a crisp? He smiled at her and she continued.

"Angelus killed the favourite daughter of the Kalderash gypsy clan. Their revenge was to curse him with his human soul. He was then 'cursed' with his human conscience and began to redeem himself. It's been said that since he became cursed he saved thousands of lives." Buffy finished.

"Are there any questions for this group?" Professor Calendar asked. A girl near the back put up her hand.

"Yeah, I have a question," She said. "Where do you think Angelus is now?"

Buffy smiled.

"I expect he's around somewhere. We like to think that he found love and has finally found the happiness he couldn't find as Liam or Angelus." Buffy smiled again, looking towards the shadows.

Buffy returned to Angel's mansion with a sense of dread. She wasn't sure why, but she knew it was there. She looked around as she stepped through the front door, but saw nothing.

"Angel?" She called cautiously.

"Buffy! Is that you?" He called from another part of the house.

"Well, duh! Who else would be here?" She said. He emerged from the bathroom, his hair glistening with beads of water, his shirt still not buttoned up.

"Well, I wasn't going to tell you about my other girlfriends..." Angel grinned at her. She swatted him playfully.

"Don't even joke about it, old man."

"Old man?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "You were late, by the way."

"I know. I'm sorry. Sewers can slow a guy down."

"You're forgiven."

"Thanks." He said dryly. She turned to him seriously.

"No, I mean you're forgiven. I learned a lot recently, and I want you to know that as far as I'm concerned, none of it matters anymore. Scummy Angelus is gone. Scrummy Angel is here."

"Forever."

"Good."

"How did you do with the project?"

"Oh, I got an A in my Angel 101 class." She told him proudly.

"Really? That's great Buffy."

"I know. Riley didn't get a grade at all, seeing how he didn't even turn up."

"Not at all?"

"No. I'm concerned. When I went to break up with him," She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "He was surrounded by books about vampires. I think he was suspicious of, well, us."

"Do you want to give him something to be suspicious about?" Angel waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner.

"Not if you make that stupid face ever again."

"OK." He grinned and pulled her down onto the sofa.

Outside, a shadowy figure stood, trembling with rage. He had been right! Anger coursed through his veins and he crashed through the door. The rather flustered Buffy and Angel sat up.

"Riley!" She screamed. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm saving you!"

"From what? The pleasant kiss with the handsome man?"

"Only pleasant?" Angel sounded hurt, but Buffy saw that he was glaring madly at Riley.

"Much better than pleasant." Buffy said reassuringly, smiling maddeningly at Riley.

"You have two seconds to turn and leave before my boyfriend kicks you into next week." She told him sweetly. Riley didn't move.

"You can't be serious. He's an evil vampire!"

"No. Merely a vampire. Did you not listen at all?" Buffy said, yawning.

"I think he's had more than two seconds. What do you think, Angel?"

"I think so. Can I take him now?"

"You have fun." Buffy said, still with the maddeningly sweet smile on her face. She knew what was coming next. Riley backed away as Angel approached him slowly. But he was headed straight for the wall. Angel grabbed him by his coat and lifted him effortlessly off the ground a foot. Buffy opened the front door and Angel threw the boy. A sickening crack could then be heard. Buffy merely slammed the door closed and pushed the dead-bolt into place.

"Where were we?"

"You were about to tell me all about Angel 101." Angel said.

"I was not!"

"OK. Can I tell you what I learned in my class today?"

"What class was that?"

"Buffy 101."

"Really? Tell me, how did it end?"

"Well," Angel paused to pull her closer. "We get to live happily ever after."

And they did. Well, more or less. Let's not forget that this is Sunnydale.

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