Buffy's anger burned hot as she stormed through the dark streets, her crossbow clutched tightly in her hands. She had to find Angel and get answers. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions—betrayal, confusion, and a lingering sense of the connection they had shared.

At Angel's apartment, Darla was still there, taunting him. "It was so easy to poison Buffy against you. Now she'll never trust you."

Angel's eyes flashed with anger. "I won't kill her, Darla. I'll never be like you."

Darla sneered. "Then you'll die with her. Kill or be killed, Angel. That's the only way."

Meanwhile, Giles, Cyrus, Willow, and Xander were piecing together the

truth. Giles had spoken with Joyce and realized that it was Darla, not Angel, who had attacked her. With this new information, they rushed to find Buffy before it was too late.

Buffy tracked Angel to the deserted Bronze. The once lively club was eerily silent, the air thick with tension. She found Angel waiting for her, his expression grim.

"Why did you do it?" Buffy demanded, her voice shaking. "Why did you attack my mother?"

Angel's face was a mask of pain. "I didn't. It was Darla."

Buffy's grip on the crossbow tightened. "Prove it."

Before Angel could respond, Darla emerged from the shadows, a malicious grin on her face. "Hello, Buffy. Surprised to see me?"

Buffy leveled her crossbow at Darla. "Stay back."

Darla laughed, pulling out a pair of handguns. "Let's see how good you really are, Slayer."

Gunfire erupted, forcing Buffy to dive for cover behind the bar. She loosed a bolt that hit Darla's chest but missed her heart. Giles, Cyrus, Willow, and Xander burst into the Bronze, shouting that it was Darla who had attacked Joyce, not Angel.

Angel, seeing an opportunity, lunged at the wall and yanked out the crossbow bolt that had missed his head earlier. He came up behind Darla and staked her through the heart. She gasped his name before turning to dust.

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The Bronze fell silent once more. Buffy stood up slowly, her eyes wide with shock and relief.

"I'm sorry," Angel said, his voice hoarse. "I wanted to tell you, but..."

Buffy shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "It's okay. I believe you."

Giles approached, his expression serious. "We need to talk. All of us."

---

Back at the library, the group gathered to debrief. Giles explained what he had learned about Angel's past—that he had been cursed with a soul by the Kalderash people as punishment for his crimes.

"Angel isn't like other vampires," Giles said. "He has a soul. He feels remorse for what he's done."

Buffy looked at Angel, her heart aching. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Angel's eyes were filled with sorrow. "I didn't think you'd understand. I'm sorry, Buffy."

Xander, still wary, asked, "So what now? Do we just trust him?"

Giles sighed. "Trust must be earned. But for now, we have a common enemy in the Master. We need all the help we can get."

Buffy nodded. "I trust him. He saved my life."

The tension in the room eased slightly, but the path ahead was still fraught with uncertainty.

---

The next day, Buffy tried to focus on her studies, but her mind kept drifting back to Angel. She found herself at the Bronze again, lost in thought.

Willow and Xander joined her, their presence a comforting reminder that she wasn't alone.

"You okay?" Willow asked gently.

Buffy sighed. "I don't know. Everything's so complicated."

Xander gave her a supportive smile. "We'll get through this, Buff. Together."

Just then, Angel appeared, his expression uncertain. Buffy stood up, walking over to him.

"I wanted to thank you," she said softly. "For everything."

Angel nodded. "I'm just glad you're safe."

They shared a moment of understanding, the bond between them stronger than before. Despite the challenges they faced, they knew they could rely on each other.

---

In the Master's lair, the atmosphere was tense. Collin, the Anointed One, stood beside the Master, who was seething with rage at the loss of Darla.

"Angel has betrayed us," the Master snarled. "But this isn't over. We will find a way to destroy the Slayer and her allies."

Collin's eyes glinted with dark promise. "They won't know what hit them."

The Master's plans were far from finished. He would continue to plot and scheme, determined to rise from the Hellmouth and claim his vengeance.

---

Back at the Bronze, Buffy, Angel, Willow, Xander, and Cyrus sat together, enjoying the rare moment of peace. They knew the battle was far from over, but for now, they had each other.

As the night wore on, Buffy felt a renewed sense of hope. With her friends by her side and Angel's support, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

They had survived another trial, and they would continue to fight. Together, they were stronger. Together, they would prevail.