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Note: Hi all I know there is way to many mistakes down there, I ran it throw spell check a couple of times, and I read it at least three times, but still since English is my second language, I know there must be a lot of mistakes. I need a Beta reader and if you are interested please let me know, and I looked but every time I send it out to someone, I never hear back. So Read and I hope you enjoy, and then let me have it. I have the second chapter written already just need proofing so let me know if you like it so I can get moving on that .

Oh by the way I know there is way too much thought in this chapter and not enough action, I just wanted to set the stage, to show Angelus situation, and to justify his reasoning. I promise to try with more action in the following chapters.

I also know the sex scene seems a little rushed, and jumps in places, but I wanted it that way, to give the feeling of their love scene in Surprise, it was one of the most beautifully done love since I ever seen, and I wanted to try and capture a little of that. I know I could never give it justice. Thank you again.

Chapter 1

The Vampire dropped to his knees kissing the ground at the base of the throne, he didn't know if he dropped from fear, respect or protocol. The Great Hall was huge filled with statues of demons, gods older and newer. Every section he crossed was covered with the most expensive marble with different colors and designs. The Great Hall was designed to inspire fear and dread to whoever entered thinking of challenging the gods that made it their place of gather, but most of all it intensified the power of the God King with magics so old, even the old ones knew nothing of. It took him ten minutes to cross it on foot, and that was with his vampiric speed.

He'd picked the short straw therefore, he is the one now stuck with delivering the news. No one in his company ever wanted to face him. He was not a fledgling he and those in his company were master vampires in their own right, no stupid fledglings were allowed to serve the God King, and he did not tolerate incompetence or stupidity. Yet still no one wanted the small assignment.

He hated entering the great hall when it was empty all the power the evil that lingered there, was too suffocating for him when it was empty, let alone be here with the gods still there fresh off of their politicking, scheming and planning. Their summit was now over, that is why he has been allowed to enter the hall. And now all these gods sitting there looking at him wondering what is a messenger doing amongst them, what was so important for him to be there just after their meeting has concluded.

The journey to the end of the hall almost killed him; he could feel their gaze upon him almost incinerating him literally if they wished it. But most of all a fear worse than death itself griped his dead heart at the figure that was sitting atop the throne; he never wanted to be near him. The power he felt whenever in the presence of the King of Gods was painful, all vampires he know craved to be near any source of power, the stronger, the eviler the better the more intoxicating it was to them. That is why they flocked to the Hellmouth, but his Gods power dwarfed the power of the Hellmouth. He almost seems to feed on it to channel evil itself. And that repelled any creature with excruciating pain that felt him and his overwhelming power.

Lost in his fear he almost missed the deep voice commanding him to speak, as his voice resonated through the hall, all the stone and marble in the great hall helping in magnifying the command, and he almost blacked out before uttering a single word.

Without looking up from the ground "my Lo..." his voice cracked, and he stopped before he could continue, remembering the last vampire that screamed from agony after he was incinerated because he called him by any of his long list of titles. With just a look from the Vampire God that vampire was a pile of dust.

He corrected himself quickly he knew the vampire god hated titles "Angelus The news just arrived that the portal just opened, the shamen say they'll be here within the day" The vampire managed to say without stumbling over his own words, braving a glance at his god just in time to see a hand wave him off. He got to his feet and left trying very hard to keep his feet from braking out into a run before he cleared the area of the gods.

Sitting on top of a throne made of pure gold that changed along with the moods and wishes of the vampiric god that sat on it, which now showed a plain back and sides just a lump of gold seat.

Angelus the vampire with the angelic face, Scourge of Europe, the previous master of the Order of Aurelius, the bringer of the End of Days, previous King of the Vampires, Vampric God, and now King of the Gods. Now sat slacked down on his throne feet crossed and stretched to their full impressive length. With his head down, his chin almost touching his collar bone and his eyes closed. Angelus hated being called by any title, a title put fear into those beneath its owner, and anyone with a title did that, but he wanted his name, his name alone to inspire fear, not some title or position, his name is better, higher and stronger than any title there was even King of the Gods, he is simply Angelus.

Angelus knew what he must look like to all the power hungry gods, that he looked tired old and weaker than he was. He wasn't he was just board out of his skull, if he knew how this would have turned out he wouldn't have done what he had done, what he had planned early into his vampiric existence.

How young and stupid he was, thinking once he became what he was destined to become, that he would transcend, that he won't care ever about causing mayhem, hunting, or having his powerful blood pump through his vanes, as he drained his victim, or fucked a warm screaming body.

Now he knew he was young and naïve. Now he knew why the 'Old Ones', 'The Power That Be', did what they did he understood. The old Gods, powerful demons, or the Power themselves were board as well. They didn't care about what happened to the living world, their champions, slayers, or demon followers; how their games affected them or the universe they defended in their name, or tried to destroy.

Neither wanted a victory, they wanted to entertain themselves somehow. Victory over the other side was never the plan, victory by either side meant that the other lost, then there is no entertainment, the balance is lost, and once the balance is lost they had no control, then both side lose their power, lose their place as rulers of all, lose everything. And that won't be permitted. And what were mortals good for then? So why the hell not use them for entertainment.

It had all been a chess game for them, white against black, good against evil all that didn't matter to them. Everyone and everything was just a piece on a board to them use, and discard on a whim, in a simple move to get a little thrill in their everlasting game. Their game was at a stale mate from before time was time, the champions fought for good, and the other side fight for evil, but at the end it really didn't matter. Not until he brought them down to end their almost eternal reign. But now he understood their need for games of entertainment, he is now in their position, but he didn't want that, the impersonal controlling of lower beings, he preferred to see, and feel the emotions he created and inspired in others.

Angelus was bored from all the talking, and politicking. That's all he did now days talk, issue orders, create laws and policies, deal with imbeciles all day, deflects plots and maneuvering that took hundreds of years to come to pass or to even begin to bear fruit. In the beginning it was fun, the wars, the killings, the mass massacres. He reveled in the chaos he created, oceans ran red, but all of that stopped two millennia ago once he solidified his position as Supreme Being and ruler.

Next came the part he hated giving orders fixing problems, he hated it, he was about action, he was about being in the thick of the battle not about ruling. He couldn't kill all humans now he had to protect them, how weird was that, if he didn't then all this would end no food for his kind or any other, laws had to be put in place to ensure the survival of all spices, looking at it now it's almost funny he did it all so that he could rule all, to have all the chaos he wanted, it really was funny him a plague released by Darla on an unsuspecting world was the one to bring balance to it, to bring security to the world. Ohh he knew the world wasn't a paradise but it was safe from chaos, apocalypse, mass murders, it had to be or no one would survive, each spices survival was dependant on another, and therefore he had to ensure the survival of all.

Of course that hadn't happened and isn't sill happing without oppositions, some powerful beings in this very room even didn't want that. They wanted hell, but they are idiots. It would be fun he knew he wanted it, but what then a hundred years two hundred and then nothing. Everyone and everything would be destroyed even if it took millennia, and at the end all that would be left he had no doubt would be him alone. And where the fun in that, even now some things were better than others.

So when he had it all it was him that put a stop to his instincts to his primal desires, basic needs, and instincts. It really was funny but mostly sad and worst of all it was boring.

He was sick of it all he longed for the days with no responsibility with no obligations, Just him the hunt, and his games ohh how he missed those games. Ohh he loved having a few fledglings to order around, to dominate, but he didn't want a universe full of them, a universe full of problems and needs he had to solve, provide, and nurture, that he hated. He wanted action, seduction, games, torture, sports, sitcoms, Sci-Fi show how interesting were they, there was none of that no imagination anymore, no arts no books, no music nothing. Humans worked and slaved to keep surviving, and demons weren't much better, but with no comfort no hope for a better future, there was no imagination, art, innovation, luxury was almost nonexistent except to a privileged few, and it wasn't what you would really call luxury just the best of the basic comforts the universe now provided. He wanted to get into a fight with a demon, a worthy slayer even.

Auuuhhh he sighed inwardly, he could remember how it felt just a few days after his so called "transformation" as the old slayer gang called it.

"Slayer" He growled turning around as his hand went up to check his face after it collided with the stone of the mausoleum. He felt her he knew what was coming, and he let it happen. Wiping his hand on his long coat. "what no kisses for your old lover." He smirked at her.

"Old is the operative word here sin't it? But no I would prefer wooden arrows in your dead heart cupid" she quipped as she throw a right hook at his temple test his defenses.

"What and I was just minding my own business" Angelus stepped back as a fist came flying at his temple. "tusk tusk lova…Auuugg" He didn't finish as her punch was followed with a sweep of her leg that brought him down on his back driving the wind out of him.

"Minding your own business you basterd" The blond hair slayer screamed at him. "Then who the fuck is responsible for the two drained body by the Bronze. I told you give me time and I'll sta…awwww" She screamed as his leg came at her from his position on the ground hitting her mid section and sending her flying into the nearby headstone.

"Oh come on, the little birdy hit her head. And what do you expect when you let me live, a vamps gota eat lover." He knew she disarmed and distracted her opponents with her quick tongue, he wanted to see what happened when the tables were turned, after all he invented it.

"Eat shit deadboy" She screamed as she threw a rock at his head.

"Oh come on get up, and fight me, enough of this foreplay crap. As I recall you aren't any good at it" he finished with a wink at her. Angelus could feel her rage building at his comment preparing himself for the onslaught that was about to come, and his little slayer didn't disappoint, she never did.

With a scream Buffy saw red at his mocking tone and words of hers and Angel's beautiful first time together. Buffy flew at him landing right, and left hooks in his face, as he staggered back from the forces of her paunches. Buffy proceeded to land successive blows to his abdomen. Rage and hate managed to drive her punches to the beautiful form of her old boyfriend, her first and only love, her lover, and the face of the only man she would ever love, who now left her and turned to this, the most vicious demon the world knows.

Angelus could feel her wrath, the smoothness of skin of her hands as it connected with his skin, her scent that was fully Buffy, he could feel everything his little slayer felt behind every punch he took, he could feel her powerful blood screaming for vengeance as she landed blows left and right. Every powerful blow that landed mixed with repulsion, fear, and hate at what he has become. The air around them was full of it, and that sent his blood racing, his skin tingled with pleasure with every hit that connect, with the extreme confusions of all her emotions that overwhelmed her and his senses.

He loved it when he inspired emotions as he couldn't feel them himself; he wanted to feel them through other beings. That gave him a rush, it was his drug. And her feelings of despair were matched by no other. As tiny as she was she exploded with emotions and feelings, and that's what made her more powerful than anything he ever faced or heard about.

"That's enough don't chia think lover?" Angelus blocked her last punch, and landed his own powerful right hook, that stopped her moment. Using his heaver frame and superior balance, he grabbed her shoulders pushing her back at a headstone.

After the exertion of her frantic attack, and trying to pummel him into next week, his powerful punch and shove, Buffy stumbled to the ground looking up dazed at him.

Angelus sauntered in front of her long smooth strides. Like a big wild cat stalking his pray. "This wouldn't due at all, ruining my beautiful face, how can I lure an unsuspecting damsel huh? how can I fuck her and drain her with an ugly face, no it wouldn't due at all" he tasked chiding her as child as his finger waved at her as if she just did something bad.

"Looked at yourself lately, all wrinkly, and fangy, a little dog with rabies might be more appealing. No animal would be caught within a hundred yards of you, let alone a human" She tried to distract him with her usual strategy as she moved to strike him again.

Angelus laughed as he caught both of her hands, he turned them around slamming her into the mausoleum wall. "I know you don't think that lover, that's not what you used to tell soleboy" He emphasizes his point by slamming his mouth on hers pushing gruffly with his tongue at her lips trying to invade her mouth.

Even though his lips felt heavenly to her, only a few days ago she had been denied those lips, and she only wanted to yield to the taste of those luscious lips of her lover, she knew it wasn't him. As soon as his tongue tried to invade her mouth she moved her head trying to break the kiss, she didn't know if she could take more of that it hurt in every corner of her being to be this close to him, and yet know that it wasn't a lover's kiss, it was a kiss to show dominance to prove a point, and the point wasn't that he loved her, or wanted her. It was to dominate her, and she knew if it wasn't for that she would have responded even to the demon that inhabited this godly body, and angelic face.

She moved her head roughly left and right breaking the kiss. Buffy through her head back as far as it would go without hitting the wall behind her she headbutted him. Buffy shot her leg forwarded trying to kick him in the balls again to end this confrontation.

Angelus moved his leg quickly blocking hers, he swung his right hand heavily hitting her in the face, as he followed though with his elbow to add more power to the punch, her head bounced off the wall after his punch landed taking her to the ground. "Tsk Tsk, none of that now, I intend to use my cock tonight to fuck Dru senseless, and do you really think so low of me that I would fall for that twice lover" Angelus spit on the ground, showing how disgusted he was at the kiss he force. He walked away calling over his shoulder "This isn't over lover, I know you can't dust me, you love me" He chuckled mockingly. "By the way you're going to love my next surprise". With that he despaired into the night.

The God King almost smiled fondly at the memory, that now after all these years still turned him on. The violence the pain almost always was such a prelude to pleasure. At the thought of pleasure another memory slammed in his mind of the time he tasted the virginal blood of the most powerful slayer of all time. Ahhhhuuu how sweet, powerful, and delicious it was those few precious drops, something no other vampire in history had ever tasted, and the power it gave was more than the power of draining five slayers, but it also did something to his, something he didn't understand then, but does now.

Angelus gently touches her back running his hand softly besides the cut on her back "it's almost closed, your fine" in a low voice he informed her, almost huskily full of desire for the petite blond.

She leans back as she cuddles her beautiful face to his, as their bodies touch, and his arms go around her holding her protecting her from those wishing her harm. The fire of their desire for each other overwhelms both, vampire, and vampire slayer, natural enemies borne to hunt and kill each other, now full of desires for each other, that burns with need that consumes them with fiery passion.

"You almost went away today" Her voice hitches her emotions raw with panicked fear, at almost losing him today.

"We both did" He confirms with unrestrained pain.

At his words a sob escapes her, as her tears come unbidden. "Angel…I feel like I lost you, you're right, though. We can't be sure of anything" she turns around and looks at him

"Shhh. I…" He tried but couldn't say it.

"You What?" She asked desperately needing to hear those words from him.

"I love you, I try not to, but I can't stop" He breaths, it was the hardest thing he ever had to say. Because there was no going back ever.

"Me too, I can't either" They draw closer as their mouths touch a fire spreads through their cold bodies worming it's way to their hearts and bodies.

"Baby, Buffy maybe we shouldn't" Angelus tries to stop before it went too far.

"Don't Just kiss me" She stops him.

They fall onto the bed, Angelus touching her body, running his hand over the curves of her waste feeling her warming skin under his cool touch.

Buffy feels his hands every ware the coolness of them leaving trails of fire everywhere they touched, awakening sensations new to her virginal body, every touch is charged with electrical current starting beneath her almost feverish skin, ending at her swelling heart and at the core of her desires.

Angelus proceeds to lay soft tender kisses on her shoulder and her throat, as she runs her hand tracing his tattoo.

Buffy shudders beneath his mouth as it nears her rosy pert nipple standing hard with desires

"I love you" he says as captures her mouth, and so very gently pushes inside her breaking her virginal barrier.

Buffy whimpers as pain shoots through her body, tears flow down her cheeks belaying the feel of happiness at feeling complete for the first time in her life.

"Shhh, baby am sorry, I'll make it better, promise. Just give me a second" He reassures her as he kisses her deeply, tenderly, and softly showing her how much she meant to him. Ever so slowly he pushes a little deeper inside her until he is fully sheathed in her heavenly depths. "I'll make it better I swear" Angelus finishes as he withdraws from within her.

Buffy whimpers at the loss if him "ohh no… please… Angel"

"Shh, baby I'll be back, but first I'll take the pain away, I promise baby" Angelus says as he moves his body downward trailing soft wet kissing along the way, leaving her skin with tingles where ever he kissed, reawakening her desire with every brush of his lips, after the painful intrusion.

Realizing where his final destination is, Buffy involuntarily clamps her thighs embarrassed "No" her voice hitches.

"Iss okay baby, don't worry I love you, you are gorgeous, and you smell so wonderful. Don't close up to me, I'll make it better I swear" Angelus gently pries her thighs open as he trails kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, as he gentle flicks his tongue over her swollen lips. "How so very beautiful, so sweet" he purrs.

Buffy gasps as she feels her Angel's cool tongue brushing her nether lips. As liquid heat floods her core she relaxes in his hands. "Ahhuuu, so good" she pants between heavy breaths.

As his tongue parts her folds and takes his first taste of her virginal blood. Angelus almost loses control, but he wasn't a demon borne of yesterday. He was all about control living a 150 years with a whore for a sire teaches you to control your desires, to have mastery over all sexual techniques. And that in turn gave full control over oneself.

As his tongue pushes forward lapping at the most powerful exquisite elixir the world has ever known. He finds her bud of pleasure, as his tongue touches it he feels her first orgasm hits full force as she screams his name.

"Ohhhh, gohhhhaad Angel, I love you" She screams mindless of the most powerful feeling she ever had, she almost feels the top of her head blowing off, as her heart swells to the breaking point with love for the demon between her thighs.

Love her virginal response to his menstruation Angelus' storks her precious bud a few more times to bring her down gently from her orgasm. "I told you I'll make it better love" Angelus trails his tongue down just a bit to her bleeding opening lapping at the wound he created, with his tongue he increases the natural process of her slayer's healing. Buffy moans her pleasure at the sensation he is creating. Taking every last bit of the never before tasted blood of the most powerful slayer off all time, making sure to give her the most pleasure possible, while taking every last bit of the rarest blood known. Angelus moves back up her body, dropping kisses after making sure the wound was fully healed.

As their eyes meet a smile grace her gorgeous features, her cheek flushed red "That was wow amazing, and… no… pain…how?" looking at him with eyes full of pleasure and surprise.

"Told ya love, I'll make it better" His smile brightened her heart easing her inhibitions about what just happened and where his mouth had just been. At her questioning look "Vampire saliva, has many uses, helps heal a wound so it won't bleed out if need be, also increases blood flow as it moves through the system, and imbues the body with a sedative a drug really for auuug… more compliance shell way say" he winks at her.

"Ewwee, didn't need to know that" She giggles.

"What you don't like" Angelus moves down with a smile on his face "I can take it back" he chuckles.

"nooo" She breath as her desire from him rises again at the memory of his tongue, and what his beautiful mouth just did to her. "I want you inside now lover" She turns her face suddenly embarrassed, not believing her own blaitant demand.

Angelus gently touches her cheek running a finger tracing down her cheek and over her jaw line, he cups her face into his hand and gently turns it. "Look at me beloved" And as she opens her eyes he gives her a brilliant smile. "I love you Buffy, never be embarrassed with me, all you have to do is hint, and your wish is granted if it's within my power beloved" He enters her gently emphasizing his statement as they both became lost in their passion for the other.

The God King growls coming out of his memories as he feels one of his messengers coming closer brining him a massage. Now not even slayer blood did it for him, what was the point, Slayers offered their blood to him freely. Shit everyone wanted the honor of give him their blood. It had no taste, no fear, that which made it sweeter; every fucking creature was so fucking complaint. It drained the fun out of his immortal unlife, he can't take living like this for eternity, he would rather get dusted. He thought disgusted with his unlife disgusted with his train of thought, when had he become so suicidal he wondered?

"Speak" Angelus commanded looking down at the pathetic vampire in front of him, as if he needed them to tell him that the portal has opened he knew, he knew before his hunters have located the Last One, he knew it that is why he sent them there in the first place, idiots every last single one of them, what he wouldn't give for a good fight.

Looking around the Hall daring anyone of those gods that lined both side of the hall to present him with an excuse a challenge, he knew what they were thinking looking at him he was their king after all the demon gods were waiting for a weakness, but their fear of him stopped them, even at his look and their opinion of the way he presented himself no one dared to openly challenge him yet.

"What's this about Angelus, who is coming, why were we interpreted?" Nabrium stood up demands to know.

Angelus looked at him the corner of his mouth lifting in half smile, as his eyes narrowed a spark glazed over them. He knew it would be him to ask. Nabrium has been waiting for a weakness for any indication that Angelus wasn't fit to rule over them. He has been trying to rally support for the last Five-hundred years. But no one dared give it. He ruled with an iron fist, squashing any opposition, but there was always one too ambitious for their own good. He would have to squash him, but for now it presented a little entertainment for him, as feeble as his attempt was still better than nothing.

"It really isn't any of your concern" Angelus said looking straight at Nabrium daring him to open his mouth with his infamous small smirk.

Nabrium not wanting to back down or show the fear he felt "Then why has the news been brought before us, interrupting us?" sounding more confident than he felt.

With a knowing smile on his face Angelus had Nabrium pressed to the wall. He could have doen it with a thought, but he loved using his hands. As Angelus applied more pressure to the demon god his chosen demon face emerged at that moment, black with impenetrable skin with flaming red horns on top, green on the bottom 7 inches long, encircling his head as a crown would. "Our meeting has been concluded, and I do what I please when I please Nabrium." Angelus growled into his face enjoying the smell if fear coming from one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

"Angelus, let him go please, there is no need" A voice boomed through the room.

Angelus turned his head with a smiling to the voice, knowing who it belong to, but still holding the demon god by the neck. "I was just emphasizing a point, I wasn't going to hurt him honest" With a flick of his rest Angelus sent the demon god flying to crash head first into the wall, feeling a little satisfaction at hearing the sound of the thud, even though he knew it wouldn't even register pain to the demon god, still it felt good to throw something at the wall.

With a self satisfied smile on his face Angelus walked lazily back to his throne, and his most trusted closest friend, confidant and advisor. He considered her his younger sister. The only person from his early passed that he fully trusted, with her sharp wit and honesty she captured his respect and loyalty, as no other has. "Cordy" as he took to calling after she tracked him back in LA, which was one of the few things never to factor in his plan.

"If it weren't for you sweetness, I don't know" he shook his head "half of them would be dead" Angelus said to his friend and adviser, but just loud enough for the rest to hear, just wanting that little extra spark of doubt from them.

"That's why you love me so, that's why you can't unlive without me" She flashed him her most brilliant smile, knowing full well that was part of the reason, the other was she was the only being alive at least, who could marginally regain in his bloodlust at times, to push him for the good of all, when he wanted to rain hell fire on all.

"So very true young one, so very true" knowing full well that those weren't the only reasons. Turning around to the full room "Now leave we are finished here, what are you waiting for a fucking party." He growled leaving no room for argument. He wasn't in the mood for verbal or physical banter anymore he wanted to be alone now, wanted to wait.

With a slight of her head Cordelia left along with every last one of the Hundred gods, no one wanted to incur the wrath of the Vampire God King who chose to set his throne atop of the Hellmouth. With a lingering glance at his King Nabruim left the great hall last.

Angelus looked up as the great hall was empty before him alone finally with his thoughts waiting for The Last One, then he would make his decision, a decision that would change the world as everyone knew it.

Looking back Angelus couldn't tell exactly how long it had been, no he knew exactly how long it's been to the minute even, but he couldn't really tell, the last few thousand years have been so long, yet they seemed as they were just a single day, he knows thousands of years have passed. But the last few have been the worst since all fighting has stopped, and he took his prophesized place. Those years were not "apocalypticaly" bad as she would call it but boring, that to him is worse than hell.

He could remember the day his plans began to bear the final fruit, he knew it he planed it, after everything became clear. That he was the one to end it all. Not just the world of the humans, or demons. The End of Days weren't what everyone thought, everyone thought that it was the end of humanity, eternal torment and hell on earth for humans, but really it wasn't it was the end of the fight. He knew it back then in his early years as a vampire, Wolfram and Heart knew part of it. The Scobiees knew part of it, the first Evil knew part of it, the Watcher council knew something about it, even the power that be and the dark ones knew something was up, but only his demon knew the whole truth. The End of Days meant the end of the fight the end of the entire apocalyptical mambo jumbo. It meant the world would exist for demons and humans, gods and lower beings. Yess the End of Days meant just that the end of those days, and going back to the world as it once was, to be ruled by demon gods, and it meant that all of the worlds all of the dimensions to be ruled by the one rightful ruler, HIM.

Yess he could remember The Day that signaled the end of all hope that any other possible future except the one he wanted to happen will happen, any other time flow or possibilities wasn't coming true , all forks in the road from then on would only lead to his ascension, as ruler over all, yess how could he not.

"Well personally I kinda want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work" Angelus Said