Somewhere Else To Be

Restoration 1
By Patricia R.D.

Everytime that I cry out
No one ever comes to me
Everytime that I reach out
No one ever rescues me
I wish I could hide from

Angel had been driving through the streets of Los Angeles all night, feeling more lonely and isolated than ever.

It had been a week since Doyle´s death, and the pain was still there. For he had lost more than a friend that night. He had lost the only friend he had.

Spike had been right. Buffy would never be his friend, but his love. And her friends were just that; hers, not his. He couldn´t count the vampires he knew as friends, and the same could be said of the people he had met as a mortal. They were just attracted to his money, his beauty, his youth. But true friends? Never.

No. His only friend had been Alan Francis Doyle, and he was dead now. He had given his own life so Angel could live.

He parked his car in front of a park and jumped out of it after he turned the ignition off. He started walking, too immersed in his own thoughts to notice the person leaving a building and following him.

Is there somewhere else to be
Is there somewhere else to be
Take me in
I want out
That´s all I need.

Angel found a bench and sat down, his head between his hands, letting his cold tears run freely down his face. He had never felt so lonely, so needing someone, and yet so far away from the rest of the world. If only the pain could just go away...

I wish I could run from

“Angel,” the female voice called. He looked up. For a few seconds he did nothing but stare at the lean figure in front of him, the long hair, the sad face... Finally he stood up and held her in a tight embrace. Her name came as a sob from his lips.

“Harry...I´m so sorry...”

“It´s okay. I heard what happened. He died like a hero.”

“It was my fault! I should have...”

“No, it wasn´t. He chose it, Angel, and there was nothing you could have done about it.” She pushed him away gently so they could stare into each other´s eyes. She followed the pattern of his tears with her fingers before grabbing him by the arm. “Come on,” she said.


“My place. I live right in front of the park.”

“You saw me coming here.”

“Good thing I did. I needed to talk to you.”


“I´ll tell you there,” she answered as she started to walk. Angel took a deep, unnecesary breath and let her guide him.


“Can I offer you something to drink? I have coffe, tea, beer, whisky...”

“I could use a whisky right now,” Angel answered, taking off his duster and leaving on a couch.

“On th rocks?”


“Alright. Take a seat.” Harry went into the kitchen as Angel sat down on the couch.

Once inside the kitchen, Harry prepared Angel´s drink, Dewards, rocks, splash of soda. Then she put some water on her teapot to make herself some tea. While she waited for the water to boil, she opened a box she had on the kitchen table and drew out something wrapped in purple velvet. She held it for a few minutes in her hands, until the teapot started to whistle. She let the object inside the box again and finished the tea.

Angel was reading a book he had found on the living room table when Harry arrived with their drinks. He showed her the tittle after she joined him in the couch and gave him his whisky. “I see you are still studying demons.”

“Demons, witchcraft. Pretty much everything I can get my hands into,” she said. “In fact, that´s what we have to talk about.”

“What is it?”

“You see, soon after I broke up my engagement with Richard, Francis came to see me,” she started. “I didn´t want to see him at first, but he was pretty insistent. I finally agreed to have one dinner with him. Then we talked about you.”


“The curse, the true happiness clause, Buffy..., the whole deal.”


“He was concerned about you. He wanted to know if I knew of someone who could help with curse. Make your soul permanent.”

Angel took a long sip and closed his eyes. *Oh, Doyle...*

“And I found it.”

He opened his eyes. “What?”

“A gypsy friend of mine found the original curse. I modified it based on my witchcraft knowlegde. If I did it right, it´s permanent.”


“We could try the ritual right now if you want to. I have all we need here.”

“I don´t know...” Angel was afraid. What if it didn´t work? He didn´t want to hope too much. It would hurt so much...

“Why not? It was Doyle´s wish. If you don´t want to do it for yourself, do it for him.”

That was enough.


Fifteen minutes later they were all set in the kitchen. As he watched Harry set the table with runes, candles, herbs and a small wooden box, Angel realized she wasn´t kidding about her studies. The way she prepared everything, the white gown she was now wearing...

“You are a witch.” He wasn´t asking, just stating a fact.

“A good one. No personal gain, help whoever needs my help. Stuff like that.”

“We could use you at the office.”

“I´ll think about it.” She sat down and gestured towards another chair in front of her. He sat down. “Are you ready?” He nodded. “Give me your hand."

She used her dagger to make a long cut on his palm. Holding his palm upwards, Harry set the dagger on the table beside her and opened the box with her free hand. She finally freed the object she kept there from its velvety prison and put on Angel´s palm. He nodded when he saw what it was.

“Orb of Thessulah,” he whispered. Harry covered his lips with two fingers. He nodded and didn´t say a word after that. Harry closed her eyes. She took the runes, shook them between her hands and let them fall on the table.

“What was lost and found, shall remain forever,” she said suddenly. Angel looked at her. She had changed. She looked incredible powerful now, her face glowing at the light of the candles, providers of the only light in the kitchen. Without noticing him looking at her, she continued.

“Not dead, nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum I call. Let him know the pain and joy of humanity. Reach your wizened hands to me, give me the soul of Angelus, the one with the angelic face. Gods, bind him, cast his heart from the evil realm. I call on you, gods, do not ignore this suplication! Let the orb be the vessel to carry his soul to him! Let it be so! Now!”

The orb glowed with a white light. Angel felt it burn in his hands and almost dropped it, but Harry´s hold was too strong. He cried silent tears of pain as the orb seemed to melt on his hand, his open wound absorbing it. He grabbed the table with his free hand so he wouldn´t fall.

When Harry finally let go of his hand, he just let it drop to the table. He didn´t move for a few minutes, the pain so intense he thought he was in Hell again. Harry was kneeling beside him when he finally felt better, gently stroking his hair. He looked at her, she smiled.

“Do you think it worked?” He asked. She sighed, coming closer to him to barely touch his lips with hers.

“I guess there´s just one way to find out. Isn´t it?”


Angel let his sight wander around the bedroom. It was a nice room. It had its vanity, and closet, and nighstand, and bed...

“We don´t have to do this, Harry. Seriously. I mean, I´m sure there are other ways to find out if the spell was effective...”

“Name one,” she said.

Angel couldn´t think of any right now.

“Just sit down on the bed,” Harry said coming out of the bathroom. She was now wearing a midnight blue robe, her curls pulled away from her face. Smiling she sat on his lap and then straddled him. “Close your eyes.”

He shooked his head. “No offense, Harry. It´s just that anytime a woman asks me that, it ends up bad.”

“Trust me. You´re going to like this.”

Still unsure of what the Hell he was doing, Angel closed his eyes. Harry put her hands on his temples and started reciting some sort of spell in a very low voice. Angel only heard the last part. “Heart, see what you want.” He opened his eyes then. And winced, becoming suddenly rock hard.

The woman on his lap wasn´t Harry anymore.

It was Buffy.

“What...” He started to say. She pressed her mouth against his, silencing him.

“Make love to me, Angel,” she whispered. She let the robe slide away from her body and started unbuttoning his shirt. Angel didn´t stop her. He didn´t know what was happening. Maybe he did, but he didn´t care. All he wanted right now was Buffy.

He fought with the fastening of his pants until he managed to free himself. Buffy knelt on the floor in front of him and finished taking his clothes off. Angel groaned when she kissed the tip of his erection. He couldn´t take it anymore. He wanted to be inside of her now.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closed to him. Still sitting, he made her straddle him again, his aching manhood just outside her moist core. She sank down slowly, letting his manhood stretch her femenine walls. She moaned softly. “Angel...”

“I know,” he said, starting to rock his hips gently back and forth, sliding easily in and out of her wetness. His mouth captured one of her breasts and elicited a scream from her when he gently rolled the hard nipple between his teeth. It was beyond anything, the feeling of her warmth surrounding his hard cock, gripping it, signaling her upcoming climax. He slid one of his hands between their legs and found her swollen clit begging for attention. He teased it and rubbed it and pinched it until she threw her head back and screamed his name.

That was enough to send him over the edge. He thrust as deep as he could, filling her to bursting with his dead seed. His fangs sunk in her neck and drew her blood out of her, but that only served to make her come once again.

Angel retracted his fangs and licked gently the marks on her neck. She groaned softly when he came out of her. Carefully, he layed her on the bed and drew the covers around them. She layed her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Angel spend the next hour listening to her heartbeat. Then he joined her, enjoying his first non nightmare-filled sleep in a long time.

He dreamt about Buffy... and Harry.


Harry woke up feeling cold lips against her neck. She knew who he was, but she didn´t say anything. She let him continue. He realized she was awake and move closer to her face. He placed a tender kiss on her lips before sliding a hand between her thighs and letting a finger inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned, enjoying the pleasure he was giving her. Their lips met once more before he whispered in her ear, “Do you want me inside you?”

She nodded. He drew his fingers out before positioning himself between her legs and burying his cock deep inside her core. He didn´t move for a few seconds, then he pumped in and out of her as she dug her fingers in his shoulders. Their joining was tender, yet filled with the lust and need of two lonely creatures.

After release came, they just layed together, stroking each other´s hair. Angel was the first to get up. She went to the bathroom and took a long shower. Harry was still in bed when he came back, his lean waist wrapped in a towel. He hadn´t asked for permission to use the shower, but that didn´t matter to her. She watched him get dressed in silence, admiring his perfect anatomy.

When he finished, he sat down on the bed and sighed. She came to his side and kissed him on the cheek.

“It worked,” she said.

“Yeah. It did. Why?”

“I changed the clause, and made the orb melt so your soul...”

“No, I mean, why did you sleep with me?”

“I don´t know. I guess I just... I don´t know. I really don´t, I swear.”

Angel chuckled. “It´s okay. I don´t know what happened to me last night either.” He looked at the door. “I should go.”

“It´s day.”

“I´ll use the sewers. Could you take my car to the office later?”


“Alright.” He stood up and started to leave. He felt strange. They had just shared something really intimate, and now he was leaving, but still he felt it was the right thing to do. “Angel?”


“Last night will probably remain a mystery. But I was wondering if you knew what just happened.”

“When I woke you up?” She nodded.

“Last night you used a glamour and turned into Buffy to give me some happiness,” he said. “It worked, but still, this morning I woke up, saw you sleeping, and I wanted to make love to you. Thanks.” He smiled gently.

“You´re welcome,” she said. “Take care, Angel.”

“You too, Harry.”

Then he put his keys on her vanity and left.