Buffy the Vampire Slayer

When Angels Fall

by The Chesire Cat

Disclaimer: This is a fictional work based on the show, "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer." I, the author, have not been paid for this. I write for pleasure. This in no way reflects the attitudes of the actors, owners, and staff of the show that I know of. Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and all characters from the show are trademarks of and copyright Warner Bros.

This is from my mind. It contains m/m sex. If you don't like this or if you are too young where you are to read porn material, LEAVE! I'm serious. I'm not responsible if your mother catches you choking the chicken to this. This disclaimer protects my ass. If you are legal, feel free to distribute this among other consenting adults. All I ask is that you keep my words, title, and writing name the same. Now, you may enjoy...

Author's note: All of my stories based on "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" are going to be a relative continuation of the others. I will make references to the previous ones, so you might want to read those to get a better understanding. This is my third story. My first one is Angel of the Darkness. I plan on writing several, so just keep checking.

Part 1

Spike led Angel to the bedroom. Angel was pushed onto the large bed and Spike quickly removed both of their clothes. Angel was still a bit shocked with the night's events, and Spike didn't waste the oppurtunity. He quickly engulfed Angel in his mouth. Despite Angel's repulsion of what he had been and what Spike was, the skilled mouth quickly had him straining at full mast.

Spike's hole was still slick from the earlier fuck with Xander, so he rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs. Angel was too horny to refuse. He needed to climax, so he forcefully plunged into the tight opening. Each thrust was rough with need and repulsion. Angel's thrusts became more violent as he neared climax. With each push, Spike moaned in ecstasy. They came together, Angel deep in Spike's bowels and Spike onto the sheets without touching his cock. Angel collapsed, resting his head on Spike's back as their sweat mingled.

After an eternity, Angel withdrew and rolled onto his side, his back facing Spike. Spike was completely drained and about to fall asleep, when he heard the gentle wimpering. He could smell the blood tears as Angel cried. Spike touched his shoulder and Angel flinched.

"What's wrong love? You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that."

Spike realized that was the problem. Angel really was in love with the slayer, and his guilt and loss were ripping him apart inside. Even being unable to truly love, as all vampires are without souls (unless cursed), Spike did have affection for Angel, and it made him uncomfortable to see Angel in pain.

"What if I make a deal with you?"

"Why should you make any deal? You've got what you want. I told you I'd stay and be lover to you and Dru, again."

"Yes, but I can't stand to see you like this. If you promise to stop crying and you don't try anything while your with her, I'll let you go up top tomorrow night and say goodbye to your slayer girlfriend."

Angel turned to face Spike, almost not believing the offer. Red streaks covered his face from crying. Spike just looked at him waiting for an answer. Angel nodded his head yes.

"You understand this is for one night only and that you can't try anything like leading her down here? For you I won't go looking for her, but if she attacks I won't hesitate in killing her. Understood?"

Angel nodded again. Exhausted they fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Buffy was waiting at Angel's apartment. She heard a van pull along side the street. A door opened and closed, and the car took off. Curious, she looked outside. Xander was lying in the street. He slowly sat up as Buffy raced over to him and threw her arms around him.

"Xander, what happened?! We've been looking for you? I was waiting for Angel. We thought Spike had you."

"He did."

Buffy smile of relief vanished, as she heard the tone in his voice. She helped him up, and they went into Angel's apartment to sit down.

"What happened?"

"Angel was making me dinner as a 'thank you' for my helping him with you. I was on my way here and Spike grabbed me. By the time Angel knew what had happened the sun was up. He came right at sundown. Spike made him a deal. Either I die or Angel stays as Spike and Drusilla's lover. Angel stayed."

Buffy grew pale as the images from Xander's story entered her mind. She got up and headed for the door.

"Buffy, what are we going to do?"

"I'm going to see Giles. We're gonna find a way to get to Spike, and I'm gonna kill him. I'm never going to let him threaten anyone I care about ever, again. I don't care how many vampires I have to face. By this time next week, Spike and Drusilla will fit in an ashetray."

Buffy walked out the door with Xander close behind. Despite the late hour, she headed for Giles' place.

Giles was less than thrilled about being woken up at the late hour, but he was quite relieved that Xander was unhurt. Buffy quickly explained the situation. Giles didn't know of any way to locate the lair, but one look from Buffy's steel glare, and he knew he would have to look through all his books anyway.

"Go home, Buffy."

"Giles, I..."

"This night is over for you two. Go home. Sleep. If I find something, you'll know when you see me in school. Besides, slayer or not, you won't be able to fight Spike, if you are too exhausted to stand."

"You're right. We'll go, but can we use your phone. I'm sure Willow hasn't slept. We need to update her."

Giles nodded. After a quick call to Willow, Buffy and Xander left. They used the walk home to try to figure out something to tell Xander's parents.

The day passes quickly for everyone. Buffy, Giles, Willow, and Xander absorbed themselves in trying to find a way to the lair. Angel, Spike, and the other vampires slept. By the time night fell, everyone was anxious.

Buffy went out hunting, while the others researched. She killed twelve vampires before eleven o'clock even came around. Before she staked them, she tried to get them to reveal the location of the lair, but they seemed more afraid of Spike and Drusilla than death. It really wasn't surprising. Everyone knew Dru was insane. Her punishment of the vampires would therefore be completely unpredictable and without a doubt painful.

Buffy was on her way to another favorite hang out of the local vampires, when she sensed one in the alley. She pulled out a stake and was poised to attack, when a familiar shape emerged. She couldn't believe it. It was Angel. She pulled him into a fierce hug, one that would have knocked the breath out of Angel if he had any.

"Angel! I can't belive it's you. I was so worried. How did you get away?"

"I didn't."

"I don't understand."

"Spike let me leave just for tonight....to say goodbye to you."

"You can't be serious."

"I gave him my word."

"Break it."

"I can't. I don't want to stay long. It just makes going back harder. Just remember that I love you."

Angel kissed her and turned to walk away.

"Angel! Angel! Don't do this! Don't you dare walk away from me!"

Angel stiffened but continued walking. After the shadows swallowed up his form, Buffy heard his voice one last time before her slayer instincts lost his "scent."

"Don't bother coming for me. I mean it. Spike won't come after you, but he'll kill you if you come for me. Forget about me. I'm lost."

As he disappeared, Buffy collapsed onto the ground. She began crying and didn't stop, until someone noticed her and asked if she was alright. She got up, went home, and crawled into bed. For the first time in her life, she truly felt alone.

Part 2

Angel arrived back at the lair at about 2 am, and Spike was waiting for him. Spike looked at him the way a dragon looks at the lamb laid out to appease it. Spike didn't need to reveal his true face to have that grin. He was indeed a devil, beauty and evil rolled into one.

"So, how'd it go?"

"I'm sure you sent one of your flunkies to spy on me, so why don't you tell me?" Angel snapped.

"I did not! I didn't need to. I have your word, and we both know you won't break it, but if I have to guess, judging by your tone, I'd say it went better than you expected. Did she cry? I hope so."

Angel sighed before he answered.

"I didn't stay long enough to see."

"Wise move. I mean, no sense tempting fate, right?"

Spike walked up to Angel and nuzzled his neck. Angel stiffened under the sensation of Spike's mouth on his neck. Spike gently nipped and chewed, causing Angel to gasp. Their hips ground together as their lust was awakened. Angel tried not to be excited by Spike with Buffy on his mind, but Spike knew his body intimately. He knew exactly how to make Angel hard and desperate in spite of his feelings. Angel thought Spike would take him right there, but he pulled away.

"Dru will be mad, if we don't pay her some attention. We should go see her."

Angel allowed himself to be led to her bedroom. She stood up as they entered and put the doll she was holding back on the shelf.

"My Angel. How I've missed you."

Drusilla hugged him and guided his head so it rested on her shoulder.

"And me. I'm here too you know," Spike snapped at the disregard Dru paid him.

"Don't worry. Me and my dolls haven't forgotten you, my sweet. Ms. Annie wants to know if you'll have tea with her."

"I might if you want me too, but I think I need some reason to."

Dru smiled and dropped to her knees. She unzipped both of their pants and pulled out their erections. She alternated between sucking Angel and Spike, giving the other a hand job, while she sucked one.

Spike knew he and Angel were getting close. Drusilla was still weak, so he didn't want her to use up all her energy servicing them. It was time to pleasure her. Spike led her onto the bed. She laid on her back and removed her clothes. Spike and Angel's garments quickly joined hers in a pile on the floor. Spike buried his head between her legs, licking and sucking at her dripping cunt. Angel alternated between suckling her breasts and exploring her mouth with his tongue, while Spike serviced her. With the two of them working on her, Dru came quickly several times.

Spike stood up, finished eating her out, and motioned for Angel to take her. Angel gently positioned himself on top of her. As he pushed his cockhead into her slick, hot hole, she gasped. Angel took the oppurtunity to return his tongue to her mouth. She was wet so he easily found a rythm. Lost in Drusilla's heat, Angel didn't feel Spike pressing his lubed cock on his anus, until the head was in. The became the three headed beast, again. Their bodies acted as one in perfect rythm. As Angel pulled out to prepare another thrust into Dru, he would impale himself on Spike's cock. The sensations and heat were too much for all of them. They came in unison and collapsed.

Dru fell asleep, exhausted, with Angel inside her. Spike and Angel gently separated, gathered their clothes, and left, so not to wake Dru. They returned to Spike's room, not bothering to dress.

"I think we need a shower," Spike announced.

Angel nodded and followed him to the bathroom. They stepped into the warm hot spray, enjoying the feeling. They soaped each other up completely. As they washed, both of them began to grow hard under the intimate, soapy caresses. Spike let the water wash the soap from his genitals and turned to Angel.

"I want what I haven't had for so long. I want your mouth on my cock, Angel."

Angel dropped to his knees and swallowed the large prick. Spike moaned and thrust his hips in time with Angel's bobbing head, as if he could somehow fit more of himself in that hot mouth. Angel was an expert at deep throating after more than two centuries of experiance, so Spike came quickly, even though he had already cum just moments ago in Angel's ass.

Spike pulled back, as Angel swallowed the last drop of semen, and looked down. The blowjob had left Angel's nine inches rock hard, begging for attention.

"Looks like we better take care of that."

Spike bent over and grabbed his ankles. Angel stood up. He looked around the shower and realized they'd left the tube of lubricant in Drusilla's room. Shrugging, he used what was available. He coated his thick member with soap suds, until it was very slippery. He pressed against Spike and began penetrating the tight opening. With all the slick suds, Angel quickly found his rythm. Each thrust brought Angel closer to the edge. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through Spike, as his prostate was hit.

"Harder! Fuck me, harder! Pound my ass! Pound me 'till I bleed!" Spike screamed.

If it were possible, Angel would have, but his was already slamming into Spike with inhuman speed and force. Loud slaps could be heard over the water. Thighs slapped against ass. Angel's heavy balls collided with Spike's own balls with each thrust. Suddenly Angel froze. Spike felt the cock empty its seed deep within his bowels as Angel shook. As the orgasm began to subside, Angel gave a few last, particularly hard thrusts, to wring every last drop out of him. His penis dropped to semi-hard and slid out of Spike. Spike let out a moan at the empty feeling.

They quickly rinsed off the sex and got out of the shower. Spike handed Angel a robe, and they went back to the bedroom. Angel laid down, his back towards Spike. Spike sighed, hoping to sleep in the strong, familiar arms, but he said nothing. Sleep quickly overtook the drained pair.

A couple of hours later, the room began to shake. Spike woke up as some dust from the ceiling hit him in the face. Wiping at his face, he angrily hopped out of bed. Angel sat up, but Spike motioned for him not to bother and to go back to sleep. Spike closed the thick door to their room and went to main chamber of the lair. Drusilla was out, looking very angry at having been awakened. Spike looked to the only one of his army, who had entered the main chamber.

"What the hell happened?"

"There was a minor earthquake, sir. Some of the tunnels collapsed."

"Which tunnels?" Spike screamed, his anger rising.

"The storage ones, sir..." the terrified vampire squeeked.

Horror crossed Spike and Drusilla's face. They had stored the potion there. They were planning on giving it to Angel when he dropped his guard, returning him to his prior state. With the bottles of the potion smashed, they wouldn't be able to make more for another fifty years.

"Are you certain? Did any of the bottles survive?" Spike growled.

"I'm certain...n-n-no bottles s-s-s-survived...."

"Kneel!" Drusilla ordered.

The vampire tried to run, but Spike's hands wrapped around his neck, forcing him to the ground. Drusilla stood before him, no emotion on her face. They all knew this was when she was most dangerous to be around.

"You shouldn't have said that. You put all my dolls in a bad mood. Now, you have to pay."

"What are you going to do to him, love?"

"I'm going to put his lights out."

Before the flunky had time to realize what she meant, Dru's thumbs stabbed into his eyes, blinding him. They left him writhing in agony. Some others came out to drag their blinded comrade away, probably to a merciful death, as Spike and Dru sat down to talk. Judging by the relief on their faces, they had most likely drawn straws to see who would tell Spike and Drusilla the news.

"Spike, what are we going to do? The potion..."

"We'll make more."

"But Angel.."

"Will stay with us. In another fifty years, we'll get our chance. 'til then, he'll probably do a lot of moping and brooding, but at least he'll be with us."

"But I want my Angel back."

"So do I. So do I, but you can't tell me we didn't have fun tonight."

"We all did, my sweet," Drusilla said with a cruel grin.

"C'mon. Back to bed. We're both tired."

Drusilla nodded. They both walked back to their separate rooms. Angel looked at Spike and raised an eyebrow at his entrance.

"What happened?"

"Just a minor earthquake. Some tunnels collapsed. No big deal."

Angel knew Spike was only telling him half the story by his tone, but he really didn't care. He was too tired to care. He leaned his head back against his pillow and closed his eyes. Spike noticed he didn't turn his back to him as he climbed into bed. Taking the opening, he settled in and rested his head on Angel's chest. Angel didn't return the embrace by wrapping his arms around Spike, but Spike noted at least he was accepting the situation and not rejecting him. Spike fell asleep quickly, enjoying the familiar feel of Angel's flesh against his. How he could ever sleep without it, he didn't know.

Part 3

Buffy woke up early in the morning. She showered and dressed in a mechanical fashion. Her mother was getting used to Buffy behaving unusually, so she didn't ask her what was wrong. A part of Buffy was glad for that, because she knew if she thought about it, she would start crying again.

After her classes, in which some of her teachers saw the behavior as an improvement, Buffy walked to the library out of habit. She really didn't feel like company, but she didn't know where else to go. Willow, Xander, and Giles were waiting there.

"How did you fare last night, Buffy?" Giles asked.

"Not good," was all she could say.

"It couldn't have been less productive than mine. I'm afraid I can't find anything to help us locate the lair."

"It's worse. I saw Angel."

"You did?" the three chimed simultaneously.

"He came to say goodbye, and told me not to come for him."

As she finished, Buffy broke into tears and collapsed into a chair. Xander stiffened, and Willow almost started crying herself. Giles got a stern look on his face before speaking.

"Buffy, I am very surprised and disappointed in you."

"Huh?" Xander and Willow chorused.

Buffy began crying even harder. Xander and Willow just stood there with their mouths hanging open. Buffy needed comforting, not grief.

"You've changed Buffy. The Buffy I knew defied everyone constantly, determined to do things her way. She never would have let something like Angel telling her not to stop her from at least trying to rescue him, but if you are willing to just give up, you are obviously not her."

"You're right. I won't let that stop me, but how am I supposed to get to him, if I can't find him," Buffy asked with a few less tears in her eyes.

"Have you tried getting one of Spike's minions to lead you?"

"Of course, but they'd rather die than take me," Buffy said almost hopeless, but holding her chin up.

"Buffy, you really are a child," Giles said, "There is a reason for that. They know Spike and Drusilla will do worse than just kill them. If you want the information, you have to be worse than Spike and Drusilla."

A little light sparkled in her eyes as she confirmed, "You mean beat it out of them?"

"Of course. How do you think I got Ethan to tell me how to break the spell he cast on Halloween? So, tonight, you will meet me, and we will go and find a flunkie. I'll bring along some holy water, crosses, etc. to help us get the information out of him."

"What can we do?" Willow asked.

"Make stakes for Buffy. And no, neither of you are coming along. It's far too dangerous. Buffy and I are the only ones with training."

"But,"

"NO!" Buffy and Giles repeated.

They all went about their appointed tasks. Willow and Xander carved stakes. Buffy did a light workout to warm up her muscles for the coming battle. Giles checked and loaded crossbows and gathered the other needed items.

Giles met Buffy outside the school at 9:45. He carried the bag, since most of the fighting if not all would be left up to Buffy. They searched, until 11:30 before they found a vampire. Buffy had thinned their numbers last night and many were steering clear of her. She was not the type to be around when she was on a rampage.

The vampire was one of Buffy's former schoolmates. The lack of experiance was something Buffy and Giles were thankful for. It made the job of taking the vampire "alive" easier. Buffy chained the vampire up and dragged her into an alley.

"We need to know the secret to of the tunnels to the lair."

"And if I don't tell you, you'll kill me? Go ahead!"

"Oh, we're going to kill you. We'll throw you out into the sun, if you don't tell us, but dawn is a long way away," Buffy said before pouring some holy water onto the vampire. As the demon screamed, Buffy continued, "We'll have to a way to pass the time. If you tell us, you earn yourself a quick death."

The vampire hesitated, but a few more splashes of holy water and she told all.

"Right and then left then straight. Follow those at each intersection you can, and it will take you to the lair. Take the tunnel to the right of the main entrance to get out. Left, then left, then straight, then right. It will lead you out, if you survive. You know of course, he'll be guarded, so you'll probaby..."

Buffy pulled out a stake and stopped the bitch from any further gloating. Buffy and Giles went to the church entrance Buffy knew about. Following the directions, they set out for the lair.

Angel awoke to the feeling of someone kissing his neck. At first, he moaned under the sensation, but as he became more fully awake, he remembered who was in bed with him. Spike felt Angel stiffen and looked up at him.

"I really wish you'd stop with this guilt, brooding thing. Why don't you just relax and enjoy the pleasures I have to offer? You always do in the end, you know."

Angel didn't say anything. He just got up, dressed, and left the room. Spike scowled and followed. He didn't bother to dress, just staying in his robe. He stormed into the lair. Angel sat in the corner, alone and brooding, while Dru chatted with the other vampires in tonight.

"EVERYONE OUT! I want to be alone with Dru and Angel, and I want all of you as far away from the lair as possible!"

"Where are we supposed to go?" one of the younger ones stupidly asked.

Spike punched him, breaking his nose before replying.

"I don't really care, but since you insist, go try to clear the storage tunnels!"

The vampires quickly scrambled to get away from Spike. Dru smiled at their fear, as they tried to put the two miles between the lair and the storage tunnels between them and their leader. Once they were all gone, Spike angrily turned to Angel.

"Just what the hell is wrong with you?! I thought we had a deal, I let you say goodbye to that slayer tramp of yours, and you stop this!"

"I can't help how I feel."

"Well you could at least pretend to stop it! You don't have to act like this."

"Sorry," Angel mumbled.

"I don't believe that."

"Well, what do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

"Come here."

Dru sat down and watched as Angel walked over to Spike. Spike leaned forward and kissed Angel. Angel tried not to flinch, as Spike's tongue entered his mouth, knowing it would just make him angrier. Spike continued the embrace, moving a hand up to caress Angel's cheek, while the others grabbed his firm, muscular ass. As both of their lusts began to grow, Spike pulled away.

"I want you on your knees."

Angel obediantly dropped to his knees. He undid Spike's robe and revealed the semi-hard cock beneath. Dru was practically drooling, as she watched Angel take the meat into his mouth. He sucked with his usual expertise, quickly bringing Spike to full hardness. Spike moaned and put one hand on Angel's shoulder and the other hand on the back of his head, guiding the hot, wet mouth he needed. He began thrusting his hips in time with the sucks, increasing his pleasure even further.

Buffy and Giles arrived at the main entrance. Hiding in the shadows, they peered inside, looking for sentries. Instead of finding several guards, they saw a much more shocking picture. The room was empty, except for Drusilla who was watching the other two occupants with blatant hunger. It took Buffy and Giles a moment to get passed the denial and comprehend what was going on. Angel was giving Spike a blowjob. They just watched, frozen staring at the picture of Spike's impressive manhood sliding in and out of Angel's mouth.

Spike began moaning louder as he approached climax. He suddenly gripped the unresisting head and gave one hard thrust. His cum poured down Angel's throat and into the waiting stomach, not a drop spilling. As the flow of sperm ended, Spike released Angel, who sat on the ground with his legs spread and a tent in his pants. Spike smiled and began sitting down, too.

It was his movement to sit down that caused the arrow aimed for his heart to hit him in the shoulder. Spike cried out in pain, looking for his attackers. He spotted Buffy running up to meet him, stake in hand, and Giles in the doorway, trying to reload a jammed crossbow. Spike ripped the arrow from his shoulder and growled. He rushed to meet her in battle, not bothering to cover up, knowing it might distract and give him an edge.

Buffy and Spike exchanged blows, while Angel watched helplessly. He didn't know what to do, not to mention his extreme embarassment due to the knowledge that Buffy had seen him on his knees, servicing Spike. Giles was busy with Drusilla. She was weak, but she had grabbed an axe. Even in her weakened body, she was a cunning fighter and kept the watcher on his toes.

Just as Spike had hoped, his state of dress distracted Buffy. She slipped up, and Spike jumped at the opening. Buffy found herself on her back, gasping for breath. Spike bared his fangs for the kill. His teeth were descending on the tender, pulsing neck vein, when a blow from behind sent him flying. Spike was dazed, but able to make out Angel helping Buffy up.

Drusilla broke off her fight with Giles and began screaming down towards the army. The tunnels would carry the message, regardless of distance, but it would be some time before they arrived. Buffy began to head towards Spike, but Angel stopped her.

"What are you doing?! Now, I finally have a chance to kill them."

"Are you crazy, Buffy? Dru called for backup. It will only take them so long. Get out of here!"

"Either you come with me, or I'm staying to fight. Your choice."

"Buffy, I--*"

He started to argue, but the look she gave him stopped him. Angel knew her well enough to know he couldn't change her mind. He nodded, and they headed for the tunnels out. Giles went first, then Buffy. Angel was ducking into the tunnel, when Spike called out.

"ANGEL! You gave me your word! You promised!"

"But I gave my word to her first," Angel replied before running after Buffy.

Spike called out a few more times after him, but Angel didn't come back. Spike would have given chase were he not staggering to his feet. The troops would arrive in a few minutes, but that gave the slayer too far of a head start. They would be long gone. Drusilla walked over to Spike, blood tears staining her white dress.

"Spike, what are we going to do?"

"We're gonna kill him. Angel's completely crossed over. In the process, we'll restore you to health. In the meantime, we've got to vacate. It isn't safe here anymore. As soon as the idiots arrive, I'll have them start packing up."

"But I want Angel back."

"So do I, but he's gone. Calm down. It'll be a glorious death. Our Angel would want it this way. And when you're strong, this town will burn. With the two of us at full strength and no Angel to interfere, that bitch won't stand a chance."

"Promise, my sweet?"

"When she's dead, you can your run of the town. We'll feast for weeks, just before, we kill them all. You always did love watching entire towns burn."

Drusilla smiled at the picture. The two of them sat down to wait for the others.

Angel, Buffy, and Giles made their way to the surface. Dawn was approaching, so Angel had to run to make it home in time. Buffy ran with him. It was a Saturday, her mother's day off, so she was guaranteed to be asleep for another 4 1/2 hours. Once in the apartment, safe from the coming sunlight, Angel confronted Buffy.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You could have been killed or worse! I told you not to come, but noooo, you never listen!"

"Stop yelling! I know! And if I never listen, why is everybody so surprised everytime I don't?! I mean, we did save you. A 'thank you' would be nice."

"You don't understand. I broke my word. I've never broken my word."

"I understand I'd rather have you break your word to that bastard, than never see you again."

"It's not just that. You saw what I'm like. I don't deserve you."

"Angel, I have lost so much happiness by being chosen to be the slayer. Don't deny me the one thing that makes this life tolerable....you."

"Stop it. Don't try to make excuses for me. I'm a whore. The first chance I had, I was back on my knees. Why don't do us both a favor and find someone who deserves you."

"I have. You."

"You still don't understand. The things I've done."

"Angel, you still don't understand. When I look at you, I see someone who is sweet, romantic, caring, who thinks of others before himself. You were willing to give up everything, your freedom, your dignity, your love, to save Xander. Xander still considers you to be his rival for me. I know you don't always see eye to eye, but you were still willing to trade yourself for him. I don't know if I'd have the strength to do that. I can't think of anyone more deserving of my love."

"Buffy, I--*"

Buffy silenced him with a kiss. There embrace was one of two people truly in love. Spike could stir Angel's lust, but never could he stir his heart. The passion which was called up earlier was magnified ten fold. Angel pulled back, knowing his true face had appeared, but Buffy pulled him back into her arms, not caring about it. Suddenly, she pulled away. Angel almost cried, as she left his arms.

"I have to get home."

"I know."

"I'm stopping by here at sundown. Don't you dare leave."

"Buffy..."

"Don't. We're having a little celebration for your being back. What's a party without the guest of honor?"

"I don't really feel like partying."

"I know. It interupts your brooding, but I'm afraid you will just have to deal with it."

With a smile, she disappeared out the door. Angel locked it behind her. He showered and sank into bed. Buffy was certainly the most confusing creature. Who else could make him feel shame, love, anger, sorrow, passion, and joy at the same time? He settled into sleep, wincing at the thought of Xander, Willow, Giles, and Buffy coming by tonight. He really wasn't in the mood for a party.

Angel awoke half an hour before sunset. He quickly dressed and cleaned up. As the sun finally set, he considered leaving. Buffy would be mad, but at least, he wouldn't have to deal with a party. He just put his hand on the doorknob, when a knock sounded from the other side. Angel didn't move.

"C'mon, Angel. I know your in there. I can feel you. If you don't let me in, I'll kick the door in," Buffy shouted.

Angel sighed and opened the door. He was expecting to see everyone, but only Buffy stood outside. She was wearing a beautiful, obviously new outfit. Angel stood back, puzzled. Buffy walked inside and closed the door.

"What happened? I thought you were going to throw me a party."

"I am. It's a private party for two."

"I don't understand."

"I made a choice. We don't know how long we have together, and it seems like every turn we take seems to have some new danger."

"You want to break it off," Angel said with despair.

"No! G-d you're thick. I've decided that I want to be with you for as long as I can."

Angel got an even more confused look on his face.

"I mean be with you in the biblical sense," Buffy explained, "You're the only person I've ever really wanted like this. I want you to be my first."

Angel didn't know what to say, but words weren't needed. Buffy wrapped her arms around him. Their lips met. Angel wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and take her right then and there, but he went slow, knowing this was Buffy's first time, and not an easy thing for her.

Soon, the burning was too much for them, so they moved to the bed. Buffy slowly pulled off Angel's shirt and jacket, enjoying the slow revelation of muscular flesh. As soon as it was gone, she moved her mouth to his chest. She gently kissed, licked, and, bit every inch, causing Angel to gasp, but when she reached his sensitive nipples, he really began to moan, his erection straining in his pants.

She nuzzled his neck, while he started removing his and her clothing. Soon, she was in her bra and panties, and he was in his pair of silk boxers. He removed her bra revealing her perky breasts. They weren't large, but they were in perfect proportion with her body. She had large, dark pink nipples, much like his own. He just stared at their beauty for a while.

Unable to hold the urge at bay, he began suckling her breasts. Buffy was skilled despite her lack of experiance and age, but Angel was truly a master. He quickly learned what she liked and didn't like. As he licked and sucked the tempting targets, one of his beautiful, strong hands stroked her virgin lower regions. Buffy couldn't hold out. Even without penetration and her panties still on, she came in a shuddering moan under the pleasure.

Angel gave her some time to relax and enjoy the sensation, before going any further. Once her orgasm passed, he removed her panties, revealing the wet, bald smile. Buffy had shaved herself smooth! Angel hadn't seen this in anything but movies. He gave a gentle puff of warm air across the sensitive area. Buffy gasped. He followed by licking the skin around her cunt. She bucked, wanting his mouth on her pussy, but Angel refused to go any faster. Buffy began panting under the exquisite torture. Only when she was on the edge of another orgasm did Angel bury his face in her snatch. Buffy bucked, furiously fucking his face, as Angel licked and sucked her clit. She came with a scream, grabbing his hair tightly. Angel lapped up her juice and sat up.

Buffy got her first good look at his impressive nine inches. It was perfectly shaped. There were no ill prportions, or curious curves. It was perfect. Buffy moved her body, until her head was in line with his manhood. She opened her mouth allowing the head to enter. He didn't taste like she expected. She'd always heard it was like a hotdog, but he his cock tasted like the unique flavor that could only be described as Angel. He moaned and began fingering her clit, as she sucked. She could only take about four inches without gagging, so Buffy began jerking his cock with her hands. Suddenly, the penis in her mouth jerked. Buffy didn't know what was happening, until hot semen poured down her throat. She swallowed, as fast as she could, noting the salty taste, but some still leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Eventually, the streams became a dribble, then stopped.

Angel lay down next to her, his cock semi-hard. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. He licked the extra cum off of her teeth and chin. They continued like this for quite some time, their hands exploring each other's curves and contours.

When Angel was rock hard again, and Buffy was wet and moaning, Angel positioned his cock's head with her opening. He looked up into her eyes. Buffy nodded to go ahead. Slowly but determined, his large head entered, causing Buffy to wince. Angel paused giving her time to adjust to the feeling of someone inside her. He continued pushing and pausing, until he reached the skin which marked her as a virgin.

"Buffy, this might hurt a little. I've got to break.."

"I know," Buffy gasped back, "Go ahead."

Angel pushed forward another two inches, breaking through. Buffy whimpered, but didn't move. A few more pushes and pauses, and Angel was fully inside of her. He stopped and just lay there on top of her. He began kissing her, again, helping to relax her body. When she relaxed completly, he began moving in and out. He went very slowly at first, kissing and caressing the tension of first penetration away. As Buffy adjusted, he began to speed up. She came three times before Angel began to approach orgasm. He held off, until she was on the edge, too. Finally, with a hard thrust and scream, Angel sent them both over that edge.

They lay there exhausted for some time. As strength began to return, Angel slowly withdrew from her and moved off to the side. Buffy squirmed next to him, and rested her head on his chiseled chest. They bathed in the after-glow of the incredible orgasms. Angel was about to fall asleep, when he realized something.

"Buffy! You've got to get up. Your mom..."

"I told her I'd be sleeping over at Willow's. Don't worry," Buffy mumbled.

Angel relaxed back into his bed. The feeling of making love to Buffy and now having her in his bed for the rest of the night was something he'd only dreamed of. They fell asleep in each others arms, perfectly content.

Xander walked up to Angel's door in the morning. He hated being up at seven, but it was one of the two best times to catch Angel. He would have come last night had Buffy not threatened everyone on pain of death not to disturb them. When she wanted to be alone with Angel, she could be very persuasive.

Xander knocked on the door and Angel opened it. Angel was in a robe but looked freshly rested. He was usually exhausted about this time. Xander figured he'd had a relaxing evening with Buffy, but he couldn't be farther off.

"Xander, what are you doing here?"

"Angel, we need to talk. Can I come in?"

Xander didn't really wait for the reply. He only heard Angel after he was inside.

"I guess so, but I've got company. Let me warn her."

"Buffy?!" Xander asked as he heard the shower.

"Buffy," Angel confirmed.

Xander was too shocked to move. He wished he'd left, as Angel called into the bathroom, but it was too late now. Angel gathered her clothes and put them in the bathroom, so Buffy could dress in privacy.

"Uh, Angel. I was expecting you to be alone. I'll come back."

"No, it's alright. Sit down. Do you want anything? Since I started seeing Buffy, I've got some food besides blood in the 'fridge."

"No thanks," Xander said, sitting down on the leather couch.

"Are you sure? I still remember how to make a decent omelette."

Xander stomach growled, and he accepted the offer. By the time Buffy emerged combing her hair, two cheese omelettes, coffee, and orange juice were prepared. Xander and Buffy joined Angel at the table.

"Morning Xander," Buffy said, positively glowing.

"Morning," Xander returned before digging into the appetizing eggs.

"So, what brings you by?"

Xander coughed and took a swallow of juice before looking at Buffy.

"I, uh, needed to talk to Angel...in private. We've....got some things to discuss."

"I can imagine. After what you two have been through, I should have expected you'd need to talk. I've got to get home relatively soon. Just let me finish my breakfast, and I'll be on my way. Don't keep him up too early though. He's meeting us for a little party tonight at my house."

"Us?"

"Yeah. Me, Willow, Giles, you of course are invited, and even Cordellia. Hopefully, I won't kill her."

"Don't expect her to behave," Xander mumbled.

"Never do."

Buffy finished her eggs and said her goodbyes. As soon as she was out the door, Xander looked at Angel. Angel spoke first.

"Xander, we can't do this anymore."

"I gathered as much," Xander said stiffening, "Like you said at the beginning, it was only physical, and now you won't be needing me anymore. I just came to say thanks for saving me. Now that that's over with, 'bye."

"It wasn't just physical," Angel said, stopping Xander before he got to the door.

"What?" Xander asked, unable to believe what he'd heard.

"I said it wasn't just physical. It may have started out that way, but I think we both know we've started fallling in love. I love Buffy, and I can't do that to her. That's why we have to break it off, before it gets out of control."

"Isn't that what you once told Buffy?"

"Yes."

"It didn't stop her."

"Buffy doesn't let anything stop her."

"So what makes you think I will?"

"Because I know you love both of us, and that pursueing this will only wind up hurting all three of us. That's not something you'd do."

"You're right. I won't come here anymore. At least, not for that reason, but will you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Give me one more moment without worrying about anyone."

Xander leaned in to Angel, pressing their lips together. Angel returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around Xander. Eventually, the kiss had to end. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads against each other.

"Goodbye, Angel. If things were different, would you...?"

"I'd never let you go."

Xander gave a sad smile and walked out the door. Angel sighed and looked at his empty bed. He wasn't going to get much sleep today.

Part 4

Note: This story continues after the "What's My Line Part 1&2" episodes. For those of you who haven't seen it, you should. It has David Boreanaz aka the sexy, sexy Angel shirtless, straining, covered with sweat, and tied to a bed. And he isn't with Buffy! Spike is letting Dru torture him for changing sides (or in her insane mind, for killing her family [which she doesn't seem to mind to much when he's on their side]). But I digress, the sumup is as follows. There is a ritual which can restore Dru to her full strength. It involves the blood of her sire, Angel. Spike kidnapps a weakened Angel. In the ritual, Spike chants some stuff, and cuts open Angel and Dru's hands (they happen to be tied together). There is a flash of light, and energy begins pouring from Angel to Drusilla. If everything went as planned, Dru would slowly drain away Angel's blood, which would kill him. Buffy of course interfered. Spike and her fought. As the chaos continued, Spike untied Dru, picked up her limp form, and muttering "I hope that was enough, baby," headed for the exit. Buffy grabbed an incense burner, you know, the heavy church kinds on chains, and threw it. It knocked Spike to the ground, and some roof fell on him as the church was burning. After everyone is gone, the fire is out. We see Dru walk to Spike's unconscious body and pull him from the rubble. She says, "Don't worry, dear heart. I'll see that you get strong, again. Like me." She carries him away. Since then, Spike is weak from the injuries and in a wheelchair (just due to being frail, not crippled), and Dru is strong and cruel as ever. You can download .avi clips from it at http://flagg.simplenet.com/. It's a cool site with lots of Buffy clips. Hope they don't get mad I'm mentioning them in erotic slash fiction. If you aren't watching the show, you really should. It stars lots of sexy, sexy, sexy young people. Don't be fooled by the lame movie it's based on. The show is awesome. Now, enjoy!!!!

Spike and Drusilla were enjoying a quiet dinner, a young pizza delivery boy, at their new home, an abandoned factory. The boy would have pleaded with them were he not gaged and bound. Spike and Dru enjoyed taking turns, slowly draining the poor youth. They were just finishing, when Maxwell, the only flunkie of theirs who could do long division, walked in.

"Sir, madame, I'm sorry to disturb you, but..."

"But nothing, you need some manners. Doesn't he Dru?"

"Yes. I think his tongue should be taken outand his hands cut off, so he'll never come in without the proper party dress on, again. That outfit really is unsuitable for tea."

Dru picked up a knife and began walking towards the trembling servant.

"But s-s-s-sir....l-l-l-look what I-I found....in the s-s-storage tunnels...."

"What? Hold up Dru. What were you doing in the storage tunnels. I thought they'd collapsed."

"Well, I was looking for my watch. It's an antique. I thought I might have left it down there the night you ordered us out, while you and...you know. I was digging around, when I found this."

Maxwell produced a bottle. The top was broken off, but about a cup full of liquid remained. Spike rolled over and gentley took the bottle from him. He looked inside and saw a thick, black substance. He sniffed smelling the contents. The stench of death and poison was unmistakeable. It was the potion they had made to restore Angel, and one dose of it was still intact.

"Spike, is it?...." Dru couldn't contain the hope in her voice.

"It definitely is baby. Looks like Maxwell will be rewarded instead of punished. Maxwell?"

"Yes, sir?"

"First, bring me a new container. Then, you can keep your hands and tongue, and if you want, you can have your way with one of the morons."

Maxwell smiled at the thought. He had had his eye on a pretty little 17 year old boy who'd recently been turned. Maxwell wasn't handsome, so the boy had told him to stick it in some rather unpleasant places. He rushed to get the container.

"Looks like fortune likes us today. Soon, Angel will be back with us Dru. He'll never see it coming."

"My Angel..."

"Our Angel," Spike corrected before he pulled her lips to his. As soon as the potion was safely stored and guarded, on penalty of Drusilla's wrath, Spike and her retired for the night.

Drusilla undid his fly and sucked his member to hardness. Once he was hard and his cock slick with saliva, she removed her dress and turned around. She had her back to him as she sat on his lap, him being weak and in a wheel chair. She bounced up and down on the pulsing rod, while Spike reached around and fondled her breasts. She came twice before Spike climaxed, shooting his sterile seed deep within her. Spike's arms fell to his side, exhausted.

Drusilla picked him up and carried him to the bed. She undressed Spike and joined him under the covers. They fell asleep with even more wicked than usual smiles on their faces, looking forward to tomorrow night.

Buffy smiled at Angel as he entered her house. It was the weekend and one of her mom's friends had talked her into going to a singles function. They'd have the house to themselves for hours. She never got over how Angel could make black pants and a black jacket seem like the hottest thing on the market. Well, maybe it had a little something to do with the sexy model.

"Hey, Buffy."

"Hey, yourself, sexy."

If vampires could blush, Angel would have turned the darkest shade of red available. Buffy just smiled, obviously enjoying his embarassment. She closed the door, and they went to the bedroom. They immediately fell onto the bed, not even bothering to close the door. Angel liked taking it slower with Buffy, but their passion wouldn't let them.

Buffy was unzipping his fly when she heard the front door slam. Grabbing his jacket, Angel ran into Buffy's closet. A moment later, her mom walked into the room.

"Buffy, I swear, that is the last time I let a friend talk me into going to a singles' function. It was the worst. There was one guy to every twelve women, and they were all bald, fat, and obnoxious. I mean...are you alright? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine, Mom. I just got through doing some aerobics, is all."

"My daughter, the one in this family who doesn't need to watch her figure, is doing aerobics. I wish I had the time and energy."

Buffy faked a yawn and stretched.

"Boy, Mom. I'm really tired. I think I'm gonna read a little and go to bed."

"Go to bed? This early? Are you sure your my daughter? I usually have to keep you in chains to get you to stay in on the weekend."

"I'm fine, really. I just am beat from the exercise. Good night."

"Alright. Good night, but if you need anything, I'll be watching T.V. in my room."

Buffy's mother left, and Angel stepped out of the closet.

"I guess tonight won't be as exciting, as we planned," Angel commented.

"Just wait. If Mom is true to form, in half an hour, she'll be sleeping with prince valium. She always does it after a lousy date."

Sure enough in half an hour, Buffy found her mother dead to the world. She went back into her room and found a naked Angel cuffed to the bed.

"My, my, my...what do I have here?"

"Weeeeeelllll, I always felt like I rushed you, so I figured I'd let you have your way with me, tonight."

"Bad boy. Doing something without my permission, no matter how appealing. Roll onto your side. You need to be punished."

"Yes, ma'am," Angel replied with mock fear.

Buffy's small hand came down on the white, ass flesh with a loud crack. After several swats, the pale skin had turned a bright shade of pink. Buffy kept on spanking Angel, until the pink had turned to red. She noted as she spanked him, Angel was moaning with a straining erection. Suddenly, Buffy moved away and sat down in a chair.

"You can turn back onto your back. I'm done spanking you. Now, your real torture begins. You have to just lie there and watch."

Angel couldn't have taken his eyes off of Buffy, even if he wanted to. She slowly peeled away each article of clothing, teasing him by taking her time. Angel was staining against the cuffs, his erection turning red from neglect, by the time Buffy finished undressing. Instead of coming over to him like Angel expected, Buffy just leaned back in the chair and spread her legs. Her fingers began playing their magic on her clit. Soon, Buffy was moaning and dripping, but her masturbation was interupted.

Angel was growling and writhing on the bed. He looked to be in pain and the most exquisite pleasure at the same time. Buffy smiled and walked over to him.

"You are a naughty, naughty boy. You should learn to keep quiet while I'm playing. If you can't do it yourself, I'll have to help you."

Buffy picked up one of Angel's discarded socks and shoved it in his mouth. She used some packing tape she had borrowed from the kitchen for a school project three weeks ago to secure the gag. Angel put up a slight struggle to avoid the gag, but he was obviously loving every second.

Secured, Buffy went back to her chair. She didn't stop, until she had climaxed three time. Drunk on the pleasure, Buffy finally went over to Angel. He looked like he was about to burst, covered in a fine layer of sweat. Buffy smiled and took him in her mouth. She swallowed all she could and jerked the rest of the impressive rod. The blowjob didn't even last five minutes, before streams of cum filled Buffy's mouth. Buffy held as much as she could in her mouth, but some dribbled out and down her chin. She didn't swallow a drop. Instead, Buffy removed the makeshift gag and shared the salty prize with Angel in a kiss. The drank and licked the residue off of each others teeth and chins.

"We need to get you hard. I'm not through yet."

"Fuck me."

"I plan to, but I need to get you up again first."

"No. I said 'fuck me.' In my jacket's inside pocket, you'll find a strap-on dildo and a tube of lubricant."

"You really did plan this out. Might be fun. I never thought to actually fuck you."

Buffy retrieved the items and prepared herself. She put on the dildo and thoroughly greased it. When she was ready, she got on the bed. Buffy spread and hooked each of Angel's legs over her shoulders. Her "cock" was positioned , the head resting on his anxious hole. Seeing him nod, Buffy pressed forward. Angel moaned as the pleasure/pain spread through him. Buffy didn't pause, knowing he was used to it. She just kept going, until the rubber prick had disappeared. She began moving in and out, causing Angel to gasp and writhe. He wasn't the only one being pleasured. As she fucked him, the strap-on was rubbing her clit, making her tingle. Within a few minutes, Buffy had found a quick pace, her little thighs slapping against Angel's backside. Buffy didn't stop, until she reached climax.

Trembling from her orgasm, she withdrew from Angel and noticed he was rock hard. Buffy couldn't get the device off fast enough. Buffy was so wet, she barely needed any time to adjust to the large cock. She began bouncing up and down like a madwoman, riding the stud beneath her. As she fucked herself, Buffy had to lean on Angel's muscular chest. Her fingers twisted the sensitive nipples found there. In response, Angel started furiously bucking up into her. They came together, and Buffy collapsed onto Angel's limp form.

After resting a bit, Buffy slid off the now limp cock. She rolled to Angel's side and just stared at his completely satisfied look. She could have stared forever, but other things demanded she get off the bed.

"Angel, where's the key?"

"Key?"

"Very funny. Ha, ha. We're both exhausted, and you can't fall asleep here. Especially like this."

"Are you ashamed of me?" Angel asked with sarcastic hurt, "Are you afraid your mother might find out what her daughter is really doing? And with a vampire no less?"

"Shut up. You know I don't hide the fact that I love you. True, I don't want my mom to see this attractive picture, but I'm even more worrired about sunlight from the window, turning that beautiful body to ashe."

"Oh, well in that case, check my pants pockets."

Buffy found the key and released Angel. He rubbed his wrists for a few minutes before getting dressed. Buffy put on a robe and saw him to the door. With one more kiss, he was on his way home. Buffy showered, washing the smell of sex off of her. She really didn't want to wash Angel's smell away, but she couldn't let her mom find out. Clean, Buffy collapsed onto the bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Angel was humming to himself, as he walked home. It was the tune to a long forgotten ballad. He was so absorbed in his thoughts of Buffy, he didn't notice the van pulling up beside him. The side door slid open. Drusilla swung a 4 by 4, and it connected with the back of Angel's head. The vampires had no trouble pulling his limp form into the van.

Angel awoke slowly, his eyes temporarily refusing to focus. As he came to, he discovered himself bound, spread eagle, to a table. The smiling faces of Dru and Spike came into his limited view.

"Argh, don't you two ever give up?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? Or has being whipped into servant boy by that slayer slowed your memory as well as your reflexes?"

"Why don't you just kill me? It's better than listening to you."

"Sorry, baby. The lions aren't hungry today. Normally, I would kill you, but today's special. We've got a treat for you. Open your mouth."

"If you think I'm gonna suck..."

"It's not me that's going in your mouth. It's this."

Spike produced a bottle of a thick, oily substance. Angel refused to open his mouth, so Spike nodded to Dru. She dumped a glass of holy water on his chest. As Angel screamed, Spike poured the contents of the bottle in Angel's mouth. Angel tried to spit it out, but Spike clamped a hand over his mouth and massaged his throat with the other. Angel tried to resist, but he had no choice but to swallow. As soon as he did, Spike and Drusilla backed up.

First, Angel's insides began to itch. Next, his intestines felt like they were being tied in knots and shredded, but this was soon replaced by the unbearable burning. Angel screamed and screamed, black flames pouring out of every orifice. He knew nothing but the pain, until the bliss of oblivion overtook him.

"Spike?"

"Go ahead, baby. Let's wake him up and see if it worked."

Dru gently shook Angel. His eyes opened slowly. He pulled on his bonds and growled.

"You'd better untie me right now, or I'll rip off your legs so you'll have no choice but to stay in that chair for all eternity."

"Well, that certainly is Angeles' temper, but we need to be sure first."

"Let me loose, and I'll do what that wimp never could. I'll tear you and all of your buffoons apart."

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"If you are Angel, I'll know by the way you kiss me. I knew something was wrong with you that first night when you hugged me, so kiss me."

Spike leaned in. Angel opened his mouth as their lips pressed together. Angel slid his tongue into Spike's mouth, exploring, claiming, conquering. As Spike began to pull away, Angel bit Spike's lip, drawing blood.

"Ow. It's him. Untie him, baby."

"Angel's back! Angel's back!" Dru shouted with glee, as she released him.

"Nice to see you too, Dru, and you chair boy."

"Don't call me that."

"But it suits you so well. You and your little chair, but if you don't like it, how about speedy? Or roller? Or all the good parking spaces?"

"Shut up!" Spike shouted, grabbing for Angel's neck, but Angel just jumped back, obviously enjoying the game.

"You two have behaved like little children for the last two centuries. Stop it. If you upset Mrs. Marple, you'll get no tea for a week."

"Sorry, baby. I'd be glad to stop it, if you'd be so kind as to hit him upside the head for me."

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorr--* Ow!" Angel stopped as Drusilla grabbed his ear.

"Alright! Alright! I'll stop!"

"That's better."

"Well, despite having to put up with your annoying behavior, it is good to have you back. So, now that you'll no longer be doing the "I have a soul" crap routine, what's the plan?"

"Simple. Buffy delayed the inevitable. She made me feel love and humanity. Now, it's time for her to suffer."

"Why not just kill her?"

"No. I don't think she fully understands what she did, but she will. I'm gonna do the same thing to her, that made Dru the fiend she is today."

"Your going to make her one of us!" Spike shouted in anger.

"Of course. It's the worst thing she can think of, but first, I think I'll start by destroying everything she holds dear. I'll begin the feast with her dignity."

Buffy showed up at the library right on time. She was far too happy for a Monday by everyone's standards. Giles was waiting there with a grim look on his face.

"Buffy, I'm glad you're here. These next few days will be very important."

"What's up?"

"I've found references in my books. An alignment is coming up. When it occurs, demons will be at their strongest. This happens once every forty-three years. On thursday, it will occur. All the vampires in the area are likely to seek you out that night. You must be careful. I encourage you to stay indoors, where they can't go without invitation."

"No problem. I could use a break from the routine. Usually, I have to go fight them. It'll be nice to stay in."

"I'm glad you won't be giving me any trouble."

"Willow, do I give him trouble?"

"Constantly."

"Oh, well most of it isn't my fault."

"No, you pretty much never listen to him," Xander added.

"Well, let's just all pick on me!"

"O.K.," all three answered.

"So Buffy, what'd you do this weekend? We haven't seen you around much," Willow asked.

"Oh, you know. I just hung out at my house."

"With company, we all presume. Company of the male, undead persuasion?" Xander said, despite the look it earned him.

"At least, I'm not dating Cordellia," Buffy replied.

Xander shut his mouth after the comment. Willow had trouble surpressing her giggle. They continued chatting while Xander quietly pretended to read a book.

Later on...

"Bye, Mom! I'm going out! I won't be late!"

"You'd better not be! It is a school--"

Ms. Summers was cut off as the door was closed, signaling Buffy's departure. She shook her head sadly. She knew in her heart Buffy was a good kid, but she could be so...Ughh!

Buffy began pacing in frustation, as she waited in the park. Angel was over half an hour late. As the time went on, she even began praticing kicks on a helpless tree, sending bark flying. Angel was two hours passed due when he showed up.

"Hey, Buffy. I'd say I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm really not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I considered not showing at all tonight."

"Why? What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"

"No, I'm just getting tired of this. I've already fucked you on several occasions. You're really getting to be boring."

"Angel, what are you saying?"

"I think it's time to see other people. Hell, why don't we just break it off. You're a lousy lay. I had a better time fucking your boy, Xander."

"What?!"

Buffy had to lean against the tree for support. Angel had never acted like this. It was all she could do to keep from crying.

"Why are so surprised? Hell, why am I surprised? You schoolgirls are always so dumb. Your mothers tell you guys are scum, only interested in sex, but you never believe. Well, Buffy, believe. It's true, and now that I'm done, I'm moving on. In all honesty, if I'd thought you'd give it up in less than a year, I'd never have bothered."

"Why are doing this?" Buffy sobbed.

"I'm just telling you the truth."

Angel turned and walked away, leaving Buffy alone. As soon as he was gone, she collapsed into a heap. She couldn't stop crying, until her voice was hoarse. She didn't know how, but Buffy made it home. Thankfully, her mother was asleep. Buffy just curled up into a ball and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Xander went up to say hello to Buffy in the library the next day, only to be greeted with a punch to the face. He rubbed his jaw and looked up at Buffy from the floor.

"What did you do that for?"

"Is it true?!"

"Is what true? What are you--*"

"You slept with Angel! Is it true? He told me last night."

Willow walked in, catching the last of Buffy's words. She looked to Xander, waiting for denial, but no denial came. Xander just closed his eyes and sighed.

"Well, there's my answer."

Buffy stormed out, nearly knocking Giles down. He looked puzzled at her behavior. He looked even more confused as he saw Xander staggering to his feet.

"What happened?"

"Xander, how could you?" was all Willow could say.

"It's not something I planned. It just happened."

"I've gotta go find Buffy."

Willow ran after Buffy, while Giles looked at him in confusion.

"Hey, Giles."

"Care to explain?"

"No, don't wanna."

"Explain anyway, or would you rather pay a trip to the principal?"

"That's blackmail!"

"Yes, it is. Now talk."

"I slept with Angel. It happened a while a go, and Buffy just found out. It was a mistake, and if I ever see Angel, I'll kill him for telling her."

"You can't."

"Why?!"

"He's already dead. All vampires are. Now, get out of sight. I don't really feel like seeing you for a while either."

"But this is a public, school library."

"Not to you. I can't believe you'd do something so monumentally stupid. I was hoping to keep Buffy calm. Now, she's likely to do I don't know what! With the alignment coming, she must stay in! She could die."

"For the record, it did happen a while ago, and I didn't tell her!"

Xander walked out of the library, leaving an angry and disgusted Giles alone.

"Well, I wonder if Xander survived? Buffy must have seen him today. I hope he did. It'll make it all the more satisfying when I kill him. Then, she'll blame herself for wishing him dead," Angel remarked.

"How do you know she'll wish him dead?" Spike questioned.

"She may be creative in a fight, but dear Buffy is predictable in her emotional reactions. You really should pay more attention."

"In case you didn't notice, I was never the slayer's lap dog. The only chance I'd get to study her heart is by ripping it out."

"In case 'you' didn't notice, your a pathetic wreck. Brute force won't kill her, but her heart will."

Spike and Angel began growling at each other, but Drusilla intervened.

"I thought I told you two to behave. Princess is not happy. Bad dogs! Bad!"

Spike turned his back to them both. Dru immediately went over to him. She nibbled on his ear, but he shrugged her off.

"Oh, come on. I'm sorry I yelled."

"Leave me alone, both of you."

"You heard him Dru. Rollerbaby wants to be left alone. He's a big boy now, despite the diapers."

"Angel! Come here and make nice. Mommy wants a happy household."

"Alright. What should I do? I mean, I'll have to do it all anyway, won't I?"

Spike began wheeling out of the room, but Angel intercepted him and kneeled before him.

"I'm sorry, Spike. I know your testy, so you just make an easy target. I'm really just displacing my hatred of Buffy onto you, as the shrinks say. Let me make it up to you."

Angel began undoing Spike's fly. Even though Spike swatted at his hands, Angel managed to pull out the flaccid cock. Spike finally stopped protesting, as Angel's mouth engulfed his member. Spike grew hard instantly. Angel wasted no time. He sped up the blowjob, working Spike faster and faster, gently biting the sensitive head. Spike tried to slow Angel down, but Angel wasn't concerned with an intimate time. He wanted to get Spike off, as quickly as possible. Even though Spike tried prolonging the feeling, he soon spurted his juice into Angel's skilled mouth. Exhausted, Spike leaned his head back.

"All better. I think I wore you out. C'mon Dru. Let's put him to bed."

"I'm not a child."

"Of course not. We just want you rested. After all, I plan on having company tonight," Angel said with a smile. He lifted the cursing Spike out of his chair and carried him to the bed. Once Spike was in bed, Angel returned to see the lustful grin of Drusilla. Spike didn't get much sleep with all the racket.

Part 5

As night fell, Xander just lay there on the bed. He had country music, or as he calls it, the music of pain, playing. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this. Would Buffy ever forgive him? Would any of them? Xander vowed again and again in his mind to kill Angel if he ever got the chance.

"Why, Xander, whatever could be wrong?"

Xander shot up in his bed to see Angel standing there. The bastard had a smirk on his face.

"How the hell did you get in here?"

"Through the window. Did you forget you invited me in one time for a blowjob?"

Xander cursed himself for ever letting Angel near him. What could have ever possessed him to even think he was a person. Xander tried to run for the door, anything to buy him some time, get a cross, something, but Angel grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

"Now, now, now. We can't have you running off and being let for your date."

"What date?" Xander gasped back.

"The one you have with me, Dru, and Spike. Tonight's your lucky night. We're gonna torture you, kill you, and leave your body right outside little Buffy's house. I mean, I really was a bastard to her, so a token of my affections should get me back on her good side."

Xander cursed and kicked, but Angel had no trouble dragging him into the night.

Xander was chained to the ceiling, his feet barely reaching the ground. A ball gag had been forced into his mouth, so he couldn't scream. All he could do was glare with hateful eyes at the smiling trio.

"Well, why don't we get on with it?"

"Patience is a virtue, Spike," Angel replied.

"So. We're vampires. What do we care about virtues?"

"Good response, but I've decided not to kill him right away. After all, the alignment is coming up. What better bait can you think of?"

"I thought you said the bitch hated him now."

"She'll come anyway, or at least try to. Won't it be fun to see the look on her face, when we kill him while she watches?"

"Are you sure about this? We might just wind up with a slayer who never quits."

"Dear Spike. I see your still so near sighted. Don't you get it? Xander is just the first."

"I don't like this."

"C'mon, Spike. Give Angel a chance. For me? For Princess?"

"Alright. For you, baby. But...his plan, he's the one to fight her. You have to stay out of it."

Dru smiled and began nibbling on his neck. Angel just turned to Xander with a fiendish grin.

"I think we should send Buffy a picture of him, so she knows exactly what he's going through, but first, we'll have to set the mood."

Angel pulled out a large knife and walked towards his struggling victem. Xander struggled but soon realized Angel wasn't cutting him. He was cutting off his clothes. In no time, a now naked Xander stood on the balls of his feet.

"Not bad, but what have you got planned, Angel?" Spike said, gazing hungrily at the young flesh.

"This."

Angel pulled out an assortment of items. He had a portable heater, which he set directly in line with Xander. Xander was quickly dripping. Next Angel removed his own shirt and jacket. He pulled out a cat o' nine tails. He pulled back and gave a light, test swat to the small of Xander's back. Xander jumped despite the lack of any real pain. He couldn't stop himself from starting to cry in fear.

"Oh no. No tears. Save them for something worthy. I just hate to waste good....pain."

After a few more teasing strikes, Angel lashed out with force. Xander screamed into the gag, feeling his ass skin on fire. Another lash his back. Xander could feel the blood dripping as cuts were opened. Angels just laughed. A few more hits, some to Xander's front, and his torso, thighs, and backside were covered with criss crossing red cut and welts.

"Now that's a kodak moment. He's broken, bleeding, crying, and dripping sweat. This is how I want Buffy to remember him."

Angel took the polaroid picture and the three of them left to discuss what to do, leaving Xander alone in his pain and shame.

"Now, when should she get this?" Angel asked Spike.

"What's wrong with right now?"

"No, I don't want her coming tonight. I want to be ready. She needs to get this during the day. A time when she can't come looking for us. I want her to know he's dying and she can't do anything about it."

"School is a place for learning all sorts of things," Drusilla chipped in, not even looking up from the doll whose hair she was combing.

"Perfect. Tomorrow, I'll have someone deliver it to her at school. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to be well rested for the upcoming event. I'll just have a pizza boy delivered and go to bed right after eating."

As Angel left, Spike turned to Dru.

"So, pet. What do you want to do to pass the time?"

"Feel like a show?"

"Sure. Which one?"

"The one I'm going to perform for you."

Drusilla walked over to Xander. She took his cock in her hands and began wosrking it to life. Despite Xander's struggling or disgust, his dick became erect under her expert manipulation. She quickly placed a cockring on him to ensure he would remain hard.

Drusilla stepped back and her dress fell to her feet. Xander couldn't scream as she wrapped her arms and legs around his burning, tired body. She lifted herself off the ground, causing his the beaten skin of his torso to sting and his muscles to stand out, straining against the added weight. Drusilla smiled at his obvious discomfort and adjusted herself, so she slid down his rigid pole. Xander was lost in the sensations. He never knew he could feel such pleasure and pain at the same time. He never had known the shame of being used. He tried to look away, not wanting to see Drusilla's face, but he made the mistake of looking in Spike direction, and saw him masturbating. The pain, the pleasure, the humilation, they all blurred. Xander found himself in unable to hold off his orgasm an more. He came, sending spurts of semen deep into the warm depths surrounding his manhood.

Xander would have collapsed, as Drusilla dismounted, had he not been bound upright. She removed the cockring, letting his spent cock shrink and soften. Xander just looked away, ashamed of being used, ashamed of enjoying it. Spike and Dru just laughed, enjoying the after effects as much as the show. Thankfully, they left Xander alone for the rest of the time.

Buffy, Willow and Giles sat alone in the library. Buffy only half listened as Giles lectured her yet again and again about why she couldn't go out tonight or for the next night.

"Buffy....y-you must understand how dangerous this is. Vampires will be at the peek of their strength. They want you to come after them, because this is the one time they will each be stronger and faster than you. The stars will align after four in the morning....they will stay aligned for twenty four hours. It is imperative, no matter how you feel, you feel stay inside your house."

"Fine...fine...no more lectures, Giles....I'm really not in the mood..."

"What is it, Buffy?" Willow asked with concern, "You didn't see Xander today, did you?"

"No. Thankfully, he must be avoiding me. It's probably a good idea. Right now, I really want to hit both him and Angel."

"Excuse me. Is one of you Buffy Summers? I have a package here for her."

All three glanced over to see a delivery boy holding a clipboard and package.

"I am," Buffy responded with a confused look.

She signed for it, and all three shared a puzzling expression, as the boy left.

"Did one of you send me something?" Buffy asked. Seeing them shake their heads no, she said, "Oh....it's probably from one of them."

Buffy tossed the package aside, letting Willow and Giles know that them meant Xander and Angel.

"But you didn't even open it. You really should at least see what it is," Willow protested.

"You can if you want. I really don't want to anything that might relieve my anger right now. There is no those two are getting off easy."

Willow opened it and dropped the package with a gasp. Buffy ran over to see what it was. Inside the box was a pile of torn clothes, roses, and a picture. It wasn't hard to figure out who the owner of the clothes was when they saw the picture. In it, Xander was tied up, naked, and covered with lash marks. Despite the small size of the photo, the pain and fear on his face were clear. Buffy flipped it over and immediately recognized the writing as Angel's.

It read:

Sorry I was such an asshole. Please forgive me. As a small token of my affections, I'm going to get rid of this trash that caused us both so much pain. If you decide you don't want me to, just find me before sunrise tomorrow.

With Love,

Angel

Buffy dropped it, feeling herself go numb. She ran from the library despite Giles and Willow calling after her. Willow gave chase and found Buffy in the restroom, crying.

"Buffy?"

"It's my fault, Willow."

"What?! How can you say that?"

"I did something...I don't know...to Angel...and when I found out....I wished Xander...I wished...something like this would happen...."

"Buffy, you can't blame yourself. You'll get Xander back. You always do. I don't know about Angel, though. He's acting really weird, even being a vampire. Maybe...maybe the alignment is messing with his head, making him act weird. We should go talk to Giles. He might be able to help us find out something, plan the rescue."

"Willow...if that's true....you don't think Angel might....you don't think I'd have to fight him...do you?"

"We should talk to--*"

"Do you?"

"I-I don't know."

"You're right. Let's go see Giles."

Buffy and Willow went to find Giles. It wasn't too hard to figure out that if the alignment was affecting Angel, he would most likely team up with Spike and Drusilla, assuming they were alive. After all, Buffy never actually killed them. She just left them to burn. By sundown, Giles had located Spike's lair...at least within a two block radius, thanks to Willow helping him go over police reports and areas of several recent missing persons. Giles agreed that even though Buffy needed to stay indoors and they were mad at Xander, they couldn't leave him to this fate. With some luck, they'd have Xander back before the alignment, so Buffy could get home in time to be safe.

Part 6

Buffy and Giles went for the lair right at sundown. The plan was that Buffy would try to get Xander out while he pulled up the rear. If she got into trouble, he could safely use his crossbow at a distance (and if absolutely necessary, he'd be able to kill Angel, even if Buffy couldn't). Though the last thought had gone unsaid, they both knew it was a choice they might have to make. They searched the abandoned buildings, until Buffy found the right one.

She snuck in quietly, her feet whispering on the ground. Xander was in the main entrance. He looked even worse than in the picture. His head hung, indicating his unconcious state, but the bonds held him upright. Any anger Buffy might have felt towards him melted at the site. Only now did Buffy realize how much he meant to her. He was her friend, and no matter how badly he'd messed up, she knew he had never really intended to hurt her. Buffy was so lost in her feelings, she didn't even notice the figure approaching her back, until it was almost too late. Hones senses reacted, flipping her shadowed assailent into the light. She pulled out a stake and was about to strike, but recognition hit her. Angel scrambled to his feet, true face revealed. He assumed a fighting stance and smiled.

"Angel..." Buffy muttered, numb from the betrayal. It wasn't really a question or a statement.

"Hey, Buff. I see you got my package. Like my 'kiss and make up' gift?"

"Angel, we know something's wrong. This alignment is messing with your head. It'll be over soon. Just come with us. We can help you."

"Help me?! Oh, I think you've done enough. You slowed it down, but I finally got the real help I needed."

Buffy stared at him, not understanding his words. What help could he be talking about?

"He means us, bitch. Did you really think the alignment did this? By the stars, you really are dense. We brought Angel back."

Buffy turned to see Spike roll in, Drusilla by his side. Three of their minions came from out of the shadows, completing the circle around her. Buffy kept an eye on each one, but she concentrated on Angel, knowing him to be the best fighter.

"You're not Angel..."

"Sure I am."

"Not my Angel...not mine..."

"Well, I can't argue there," Angel said as he lunged towards her.

She blocked his attack, but it left her flank exposed. A flunkie was able to land a solid punch to her ribs. Buffy continued fighting, but even she could only fight so many. Giles noticed this, and even though he wanted to aim for the heads of the local vampire infestation, he knew he had to get rid of the flunkies. Buffy would certainly be able to defeat the minions, but he wondered, if she would ever forgive him for killing Angel without properly trying to save him. With the only three arrows he had, Giles dusted the three henchmen.

Without the punches slipping through her guard, Buffy was able to drive off the blows and start returning them. Drusilla quickly began getting Spike to safety, as Buffy became more aggressive. Angel was left alone to deal with Buffy. They were pretty evenly matched, him with the strength of a vampire and centuries of experience, her with the powers of the slayer, but it wouldn't last. Every moment that passed brought them closer to the alignment. As the fight continued, even with the alignment not yet come, Angel was becoming stronger and faster. The only advantage to the fight was that it gave Giles a chance to free Xander and get away.

No more time to waste, nothing more to be gained by hesitating, Buffy stopped pulling her punches. Her fists and feet began slipping through Angel's defense. For every touch he scored, she returned three. Angel was eventually knocked to the ground. Buffy in bloodlust grabbed a stake, but before she could delivery the killing blow, Angel's face returned to normal. The stake stopped just two inches above his chest. Angel merely smiled at her.

"What are waiting for? Do it."

Buffy tried to, but she couldn't kill him. No matter the amount of pain he had caused her, she still loved him, and he knew it.

"Do it, Buffy, or you'll regret it. I'll destroy all you care about, until you beg me for death. Then, maybe, just maybe, I'll give it to you."

Buffy put the stake away and walked out. Her logic demanded Angel's death. She knew Spike lied, but he enjoyed tormenting her with the truth more. Angel might be gone, so he was a bigger threat than any she had ever faced. She knew she should finish him, but her heart drowned out her logic. The wound was too fresh. Maybe in time, if she couldn't save him, she would be able to but not now.

Buffy met Giles at the hospital. They had to fill out a police report about what happened to Xander. Luckily, Giles had been able to wake Xander up and agree on a story of some gang passing through and roughing him up. Xander of course did not get a good look at any of them. Buffy and Giles had just happened to here him in an alley where they'd left him tied up. After he was examined and the doctors confirmed he was just beaten and would recover with rest, they were allowed to see him.

"Hey," Xander said as they walked in.

"How are you?" Buffy asked.

"I'll live," Xander replied, not able to look her in the eye.

"We called your parents and Willow. Everyone was worried about you."

"Everyone?" Xander asked, still looking away.

"Yes. Everyone. Look, Xander, about what happened..."

"Please, Buffy, I knew what I was doing. I wasn't drugged."

"Would you let me finish?!" Buffy nearly yelled, resisting the urge to smack him, "I'm trying to say I care about you. You're one of my best friends, and you did save my life. I'm still mad, but I've forgiven you. Just give me a little space for a while, and we'll be fine."

"Really?" Xander asked, daring to look at her.

Buffy replied by hugging him, but a gasp of pain cut the hug short. Buffy remembered the cuts and sat back, a look of concern on her face.

"Xander! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright. It was worth it," Xander said with a smile.

Buffy and Giles left the room to let Xander rest. Willow showed up too late to visit, and she was soon followed by Xander's parents. They were allowed in, even though Xander was out of it from the painkillers. While they were alone, Buffy and Giles filled Willow in.

"Willow, do you mind if I stay at your house? I really don't want to be alone. I already called my mom, and she said if it's okay with you..."

"Sure. You know you're welcome at my house."

Giles dropped Buffy and Willow off, right before heading home.

Buffy stripped to her underwear and crawled under the covers. Willow emerged from the bathroom dressed in pajamas. She joined Buffy on the bed. Willow sat there trying to think of something to say, but Buffy broke the silence first.

"Is there something wrong with me, Willow?"

"No. Why?"

"It seems like I've got some kind of curse. First, I'm chosen as the slayer, blowing any chance at a normal life. Finally, I meet someone I fall for, who can handle my life, because it's not as weird as his. Then, he cheats on me with someone else who happens to be in love with me. Now, he wants to kill me. It seems like every time I get a chance at something close to happiness, it winds up being ripped away and hurting a lot of people. It's a wonder at all anyone loves me. I'm a constant danger."

"No, it isn't! Buffy, didn't you ever wonder why people fall in love with you? You're beautiful, sweet, you think of others first....You even have people falling in love with you that you don't know about."

"Like who?"

Willow turned away, blushing a little.

"You?!" Buffy exclaimed, "You're in love with me?!"

"Please, don't be mad...I...I..." Willow stuttered, praying Buffy wouldn't look at her in disgust, because she knew that would kill her.

"I'm not mad, just surprised...I thought you loved Xander...I mean I didn't think you were, well..."

"You didn't seem so surprised when you found out Angel liked both," Willow said becoming defensive.

"I guess you just caught me off guard. I really didn't know what to expect with Angel. He's always been mysterious, but I guess I thought I had figured you out."

"You mean you're not disgusted?"

"Hardly. What makes you think I haven't thought about you once or twice?"

Now, it was Willow's turn to stare with her mouth open. She couldn't believe her ears. She would never have guessed Buffy might find girls attractive, let alone her.

"You....me...I..."

"Watch those complex statements Willow."

"I just never thought..."

Buffy hushed her with a kiss, gently pressing their lips together. After all the recent losses and near losses, Buffy needed to feel love and life more than anything. The passion rose up in both of them, as the gentle kiss became a desparate hunger. Their tongues began dancing, as they clawed at each other, trying to remove the hindering clothes.

It took some time, but soon they were naked and in each others arms. Buffy pulled away and admired Willow's body. The clothes she usually wore certainly did her no justice. Buffy leaned forward to suckle the nearest nipple, already hard and waiting. As her tongue began licking the tempting target, Willow began moaning. Buffy slipped her fingers into Willow's mouth to quiet her and avoid waking her parents. Buffy continued licking and began sucking and gently biting each tit, Willow gasping her approval. She didn't know how many orgasms Willow was capable of, sure she was a virgin, so she pulled back instead of risking ending it.

Willow couldn't stand it. She practically dove on top of Buffy and buried her face in Buffy's moist crotch. It was true she lacked Angel's experience, but she was a quick study. Listening to Buffy's moans, she soon discovered what Buffy liked best. Willow felt her shudder with orgasm, muffling the moan in a pillow.

Buffy eagerly returned the favor, lapping at and fingering Willow's love box, until she reached orgasm as well. They continued pleasuring each other for over two hours, until neither one could move. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, they showered and dressed before having a long talk. They both agreed it would be to confusing and complicated to pursue a relationship other than friendship, but they both knew without saying a word that whenever they saw each other, it would be hard to keep a goofy smile off their faces.

Three days later...

Xander was getting out of the hospital soon. Taking a break from the planning of his "Welcome Back" party, Buffy and Willow had gone to the only club in their little town. Buffy was silently thankful Angel wasn't there. Giles had yet to find a spell to restore Angel's soul. Even with Ms. Calendar searching the net, it could be a while.

Willow stepped outside, while Buffy was on the dance floor. It was getting too hot in there, and it wasn't just due to crowds and the air conditioner not being high enough. Willow absently walked in the cool night air.

A hand covered Willow's mouth, and she was dragged into the alley. She looked up and saw Angel smiling at her, as he pushed her against the wall. He moved his hand down to her throat, but one look told Willow to scream would mean death.

"Hello, Willow. How you been?"

"Oh....fine...thanks....I really gotta go now...nice seeing you, Angel...."

"Go? But the night's still young. Where's that wild woman I saw a few nights ago?"

"Huh?"

"C'mon, Willow. I saw. I figured, if Buffy wasn't at her house, she'd be with you. Since you already invited me, I have access. I came over there to kill her, but what I saw was so much better. Watching you two made me hot and I couldn't kill while jacking off."

Willow turned deep red under his words.

"Now, I'm really not the jealous type. I don't mind sharing lovers, as long as I get to fuck whoever they fuck at least once."

Angel began unzipping his fly, but Willow struggled, as she realized what his intentions were. She really couldn't put up much of a fight, but in her writhing her knee connected with Angel's balls. The pain caused him to slam Willow up against the wall dazing her. Angel zipped his fly back up and looked Willow in the eye. He moved his hand back up over her mouth.

"Well, well, well....I was just going to fuck you, but now, all you get is a slow death. I thought it would be nice for you tell Buffy about what I did, but having her find your corpse, knowing she was close by is better."

Angel bit into her throat, his hand muffling the scream. He had her pinned tight against the wall. Angel drank her blood slowly, letting her feel each drop of her life slip away. She was near death, when Buffy walked by calling Willow's name. Buffy stiffened, feeling the familiar presence. She turned in time to see Angel drop Willow and run away.

Buffy rushed to Willow, forgetting about chasing Angel. Her skin was pale and cold, but there was a faint pulse. Buffy quickly scooped up Willow and yelled at some kids to call 911. She never left Willow, as they were rushed to the hospital.

A little while later at the hospital, Giles, Willow's parents, Buffy's mother, and Xander (from his own room their) had joined Buffy. The doctor came out with a look of relief on his face.

"She's very lucky she was rushed her so quickly. She is in critical condition, but with the tranfusions, she appears to have stabalized."

They all breathed a sigh of relief at the news. Even though Willow wouldn't be awake for a while, they would be a little more at ease. Buffy's mother tried to get Buffy to come home, but she refused. Ms. Summers had work the next day but only agreed to leave after Giles promised to keep take care of her and give her a ride home a little later. Alone, Buffy, Giles, and Xander were free to talk.

"I trust it was Angel, judging by the report you gave the police," Giles stated.

"Yes...I was dancing...I didn't see her go outside...she couldn't have been gone more than a couple of minutes...he must have been waiting..."

"The alignment has completely passed, Buffy. I'm sorry, but it appears you were told the truth."

"I know....I guessed that night....have you found a cure?"

"Not yet, but this is gypsy magic. Most of it was never recorded. However, that doesn't mean the spell isn't out there."

"I can't wait. If you find it soon, fine, but I have to start hunting Angel. I can't risk more people being hurt. He'd want it that way..."

Buffy leaned into her friends' shoulder, crying. She cried for what her delay had cost, for what had almost happened to Willow, for what had happened to all the people she didn't know about. She hoped against everything that Giles would find a spell, but she had to except the reality, there might not be a spell anymore. She could delay no longer. She had to kill Angel.

The End

To be continued in the next story....Like a Phoenix

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