Your hand and pushed it into his chest, unable to penetrate his skin by himself.

"You know that I can't. There's a solution Angel. Giles, Willow... one of them has to find a cure." His grip tightened and his hand tremored like you had never seen before, tears fell down your cheek and crashed onto his bare chest.

"There's no fix for this Y/N, I can feel myself turning again and once I go there's no way that anybody is going to be able to stop me."

"We can... we can put you in restraints until we find some script in a tome or a magical amulet or something. Please don't do this." He exerted more and more pressure, driving the stake inwards until it formed a small hole at the point.

"But Angel I..."

"Don't say you love me." His eyes met with yours with a terrified and unhopeful glare.

"But I do." You couldn't let go of the stake, his overbearing strength pushed it inwards no matter how hard you tried to stop him. "Please Angel."

"AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?!" Angel snapped, pushing you and the stake off him. "What if one day you wake up, go down for breakfast and find your mother strung up in the kitchen? You go to school hoping to see Willow to meet for math class but instead you go in, and the students have all been massacred by a pack of bloodthirsty and uncontrollable demons? Sure, you deal with killings and hunts all the time, but they're never on people that you love, and they're never carried out by someone that you love. I don't trust you Y/N."

"Don't trust me to do what?"

"Put me down. Once I go out of control, I know that you won't be able to end it for me, which is why we have to do it now. I can't stop thinking about killing, feeding and so much worse. Cravings have already been happening and nothing except cold murder will satisfy me."

"Then come with me. We can help you. We have somewhere to keep you."

"You mean the cell you've been keeping Oz in? It may have held him and some two-bit wannabe vampire lords, but I could get out of there in an instant."

"You already have cravings?" His face slowly deformed, and fangs protruded from his gums.

"Yep."

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