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[__angel]

The rain was falling down around me, I was still standing in the middle of the street, in the alley, looking around at all the demons and everything else that came our way, lying on the ground, dead. Not like they weren't before. The fight was over and I was the only one standing. Wes had already died and Gunn only had ten minutes. A demon crushed

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[prodigal_slayer]

I could hear the fight from like ten city blocks away. Finding myself bursting into a sprint, and running as fast as I could towards the sound. But by the time I got there the noise had started to rumble away. "Fuck." I cursed under my breath as I ran, because I knew I was too late. Too late to help him, and now everything was fucked.

Stopping short, the rain beat down on me, plastering dark locks to my forehead. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Angel kneeling on the ground, but burst into action the minute I saw him pick up the stake. Fuck him, I wasn't gonna let him do that.

Busting into action I practically pounced on him. Kicking the stake out of his hands and tackling him to the ground. "Fuck you Angel! I won't let you do that!" I practically shouted just to be heard over the pouring rain. I knew he could hear me anyway, vampire hearing but it seemed like the thing to do.

Angel and me. In an alleyway in the pouring rain. Kinda ironic, don't you think?

[__angel]

Narrowing my eyes, I stayed down. It's like I wasn't even worthy to stand up or make it out of the alley. Shaking my head, I did so anyway and stared down at her. She had no idea what was going on, or what just happened. If she looked over her shoulder, she'd see Gunn ... just laying there. Dead. Because of me.

"You don't understand." Turning my back on her, I walked. I didn't care anymore, not about anything. If it didn't happen now, it would happen anyway. "Just go back wherever it is you came from." She wasn't here anyway and why was she here? Wait, I didn't care.

I was grateful that it was raining, then I could say that my tears were just drops, but I knew I was fooling myself when I tasted salt on my lips. I did this. To my friends. Drug them down, brought them here and made them fight a fight that I could have prevented. Now they were all dead, my friends and ... family.

It was over and I had to face that. She'd have to face it too.

[prodigal_slayer]

His eyes trailed past me and I narrowed my own, watching him as he turned his back on me. Whipping around I took in the scene, and my eyes widened. How had I not seen that? Right, cause I was busy tryin' to make sure Angel didn't dust himself. Gunn's half torn apart body lay in plain view, along with some other chick with blue hair that I didn't recognize. I had to guess the pile of dust laying near a dumpster was Spike. Maybe not though

[__angel]

I heard her footsteps behind me, her feet kicking the puddles as she walked. Almost had me thinking why I couldn't hear her coming up on me before, I guess I was too much in the moment. I was determined, and I still am. It's going to happen, I don't want to be here anymore, I don't want to fight the good fight. The world could go to hell for all I fucking care.

She grabbed my arm, jerking me around and I got in her face, staring down at her with narrowed eyes. "I can't do this? It's not a matter of can doing it, or can't doing it, it's a matter of, I'm going to do it."

Yelling again, she told me that I couldn't turn my back on her. Not her. Shaking my head, looking around, I sighed and looked down at her. "Not just you Faith, it's everyone." Turning around, I start walking again, "I'm done."

[__angel]

She would actually think I would leave her here alone with wet clothes. Now, I would leave her here if she had everything she needed, but she didn't, which is why I was going to go and get what she needed before I left. But now she wants to go with me. That's fine, couldn't hurt. It wouldn't stop what I was going to do

[wickedslayer]

I picked out a stupid lookin' t-shirt with the hotel's logo on it, and a pair of sweatpants which Angel promptly paid for before I could stop him. Although I noticed the logo on his credit card. Wolfram and Hart. He was still using their money, despite his apparent depression. Weird.

His hand was warm on my shoulder as he nodded towards the bar. He wanted to get drunk? Well, nothin' like drownin' your pain in some Jack Daniels. That was the sort of philosophy I could stand behind.

"Sounds good. Just let me change first, okay?" He nodded at me and I watched him as he started towards the bar on his own. Oh fuck no, no he didn't.

Walking after him I grabbed his hand and pulled him back inside the room. "I told you I'm not lettin' you out of my sight until I know everything is five by five, okay? Just let me change and we can both go."

Pulling the sweatpants and t-shirt out of the plastic bag I watched as he turned his eyes away from me. I had no shame or modesty, but he was always the gentleman. So like him.

[__angel]

I had thought that she would go back to the room by herself, but that wasn't the case when she grabbed my arm and practically drug me toward the room. Getting inside, I stand there, looking around as she reached into the bags. "That's fine, Faith, I wasn't going to leave," I say then turn around as she starts to undress.

Shutting my eyes, I remember the last time I was even with anyone. Nina. Told her to leave and I hope she did. She was nice and I know I'll never see her again, although, that would be a good thing anyway.

I hear her say something and I turn around. She's changed and now we can go. Heading to the door, I open it and walk out, heading toward the bar again, not saying anything to her. We get there and I sit myself on a barstool, "Whiskey ..." I say, then look over at Faith, then back at the bartender, "Just bring the whole bottle, Jack."

[prodigal_slayer]

Was about to open my mouth and ask for a shot when Angel told the bartender to bring over the entire bottle of JD. Well damn- Angel was startin' to act alot like...me. Not that I was all that surprised, I mean Angel and I were alot alike. Everybody who knew us knew that, even if they really didn't like it. And by they I mean Buffy...of course