"Is she ok? Is she getting better? Oh god Giles what if she never recovers?" Willow whispered to Giles panicky.

She stared over at her best friend of three years just sitting there motionlessly like she had been doing for months. Ever since he died.

They no longer spoke his name. Ever. He had been there for Buffy Anne Summers her whole life ever since she was born to when he died. They had been like brother and sister for seventeen years but Willow knew that Buffy had loved him with all her heart and she knew that he felt the same. It was the day before he died that he confessed his love for Buffy. Willow could swear that Buffy and Angel would be together forever. He knew that she was the slayer and he didn't care, he didn't care when she didn't show up to see him, he treasured every single moment he was with her.

Willow knew that they had grown up together when they were little in LA and when Buffy's mum and dad split up and decided to move here that Angel insisted that he did to and his family came to. She had been waiting for three years for them to finally admit their love to one another and the night after they did he was attacked by several vampires. His body was never found and Buffy had spent a whole month looking for him until Xander told her it was hopeless. Ever since she had sat in silence in the library suffering in silence or when she was mad she would go to the cemetery and take her aggression out on vampires. She got skinnier day by day and it was clear she didn't have long left in her.

"I don't think she will ever be able to," Giles whispered just as worried glancing over at Buffy from his pile of books.

He could see her staring, staring at the place where Angel had told her what he felt for her; it was the second bookcase on the left. Her eyes never drifted and she hardly blinked, it was clear to Giles what she was doing. She was re living it. Re living what had happened three months ago.

Buffy saw what had happened that night, everything was so clear and precise to her. She would never ever forget that night.

She had been sitting with Willow and Xander trying to study for history knowing it was ridiculous and she wouldn't be able to do it. She had wondered why Angel wasn't with them.

She didn't like it without him, even for just a little studying she felt like half herself had gone to wherever he had gone. But that piece came rushing back the second the library door burst open.

She was shocked and everyone jumped in their seats, Xander almost fell over. Willow saw the look on Angel's face and smiled to herself. He was finally going to admit what he had been feeling for Buffy for over 10 years. Buffy stood up with an unsure smile on her beautiful face.

Willow grabbed a reluctant Xander by the arm and basically dragged him kicking and screaming from the library. Buffy didn't know what was wrong with Angel, something must have happened to him. She rushed over and threw her arms round him.

"Angel what's wrong? What's happened?" She asked worried when he removed her hands from his neck.

But she was surprised. He was still holding them and she glanced with hope at their hands entwined. She took off the happiness and longing ness in her eyes and replaced those emotions with that of worry.

She looked into his eyes and was uncertain what he was about to tell her. He looked nervous, his handsome features showed worry.

"I need to tell you something," He said watching her eyes widen and when she gave a little nod he took a deep breath, "We've known each other our whole lives and for ten years of that I've had these feelings for you."

Buffy let go of his hands instantly. She had been feeling the same, exactly for ten years but she couldn't believe what Angel was about to tell her. She ran a hand through her long golden hair in excitement. But when she looked up at Angel he was opening the library door about to leave.

She couldn't believe it. She ran to catch up with him. She grabbed his arm and as usual the touch sent shivers down to her very core. He whipped round immediately, angrily. She released him at once; she didn't understand what was going on. But she could read Angel like a book and looked into his eyes and saw rejection there. When she had let go of his hand he must have thought that it meant she didn't want him. She grabbed his hands to reassure him and saw the rejection was now being clouded over by determination. It was clear he had been wanting to say this for a very long time, maybe even ten years.

His hands grasped hers firmly as he took a deep breath and whispered six words that changed Buffy's life, "I love you Buffy Anne Summers."

She couldn't believe it; she wanted this for ten years and now she finally had him. Angel was surprised when he felt soft lips touch his. It took only a second for the kiss to become extremely passionate. He legs were wrapped around him as only one of his hands supported her and the other was in her hair. They staggered into the bookcase and tons of books got knocked down.

Buffy remembered thinking, Giles can clear it up. And it was clear he had a lot to clean up as Angel shoved the books on the table out of the way and laid Buffy on it. Her hands were knotted in his hair but she stopped and pushed him off of her. He was clearly surprised and staggered back a little. She got off of the table and blushed but she knew it wasn't right to be with him.

"I love you Angel," She said to the shocked boy in front of her, "I have for over ten years now."

He gave a weak smile and came towards her again but she put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"But I can't do this to you," She whispered and moved quickly to get out of the library.

Just as she opened the door it was shut again and Angels hand was above her head keeping the door shut. His other hand turned her towards him. He looked angry.

"Do what to me?" Angel asked, "Make me love you for ten years? Seeing tones of boys stare at you and hate the fact that you could say yes? See Xander Harris who is supposed to be my friend stare at you? And now once I actually manage to tell you how I am feeling you lead me on?"

A tear came down Buffy's cheek but it was clear Angel had a lot more to say.

"What was that?" He asked angrily pointing to the bookcase and the table, "If you don't feel the same about me why do that to me?"

"I love you," She whispered not wanting to reveal the true reason she couldn't be with him.

"If you love me why can't you be with me?" He asked raising his eyebrows not believing her.

Buffy gave a deep sigh and knew he had the right to know, "Ten years ago Angel I wasn't the slayer. Ten years ago I was a normal girl with normal dreams. Now I'm the slayer and if the bad guys know I love you they will hurt you or possibly kill you. Do you seriously think I would like that? And I could be gone tomorrow I could die because I'm the slayer." Tears were spurting down her cheers and Angel wiped them away with his hands.

"You wont die, your strong, and I can take care of myself you know that."

Their lips met again and this time it didn't end for what felt like an eternity.

When ever Buffy was in the library she would stare the second bookcase from the left, the table and the door. She replayed it all so much in her head that she actually believed it was happening all over again. That she had a got a second chance.

"I worry about her Giles," Willow said staring at Buffy once more, "She's wasting away."

"I think I know something that might make her be more herself," Giles said gathering some notes and walking over to where Buffy was.

As Giles sat down Buffy gave a small smile and turned to face his direction. Willow grabbed a chair and was next to her best friend in a flash.

"We have some detective work for you," Giles said with an uneasy smile he felt like he was treating Buffy like a three year old.

She gave a small smile, "Shoot," she simply said.

"Well it could take a couple of days," Giles said taking off his glasses and wiping them.

"I have all the time in the world," Buffy said becoming slightly interested in this new detective work.

"There's a house," Giles said giving Buffy a photograph.

The house was Victorian and obviously old but it was unbelievably big as well. Buffy raised her eyebrows at the picture. She spotted three people. She studied them all closely. There was a man with blonde hair with a black leather coat on, his arm was draped around a women who looked slightly insane, it was something about her eyes and the way she was positioned around him. She had dark curly hair and was staring straight at the camera; it sent shivers down Buffy's spine. She inspected the third and almost dropped the photo. There was Darla. Darla. Blonde haired and all sweet and innocent looking with her catholic school girl look. But to everyone at the school Darla was a slut and a snob. It had been obvious to everyone that she fancied Angel to an inch of her sad pathetic life. But she had gone missing four months ago. Only a month before Angel was murdered.

"What's she doing there?" Buffy exclaimed picking up the photo and shoving it in Willows and Giles faces.

"That's strange," Giles commented taking the photo off of Buffy and studied it, "I never noticed her there before."

"When was this photograph taken?" Asked Willow looking over Giles shoulder.

"One month ago," Giles replied shortly.

They all stared at the photograph. It took several minutes for Buffy to break the silence.

"So I'm guessing I have to go to this house?" She asked glancing at the photo once more.

"That's the idea," Giles said, "Every person who goes there never comes out."

"Ooh spooky," Willow said in a ghostly voice.

When the two turned to stare at her she looked down and whispered, "Well I thought it was appropriate."

"The owner has servants and maids who clean and look after the house. If you pretend to be a maid you can get in and have a look around," Giles said handing her bag.

"Sounds like a plan," Buffy said taking the bag without bothering to look inside it, "Who's the owner?"

Giles sighed, "No clue, he never comes out. But these two," Giles said pointing at the women and the blonde haired man in the photograph, "Their names are Drusilla and Spike. Drusilla is as mad as they come and Spike has killed two slayers. They are defiantly vampires but I don't know what's happened to Darla maybe they are holding her prisoner."

"Great a Darla rescuing mission." Buffy said dryly.

Buffy approached the old massive house in her maid's uniform that Giles had given her. She hated it and couldn't wait to be rid of this nonsense. Or if she died she wouldn't mind, she could be with Angel.

Looking at the peach tree outside the house she had another memory.

"I'll get you back for that Buffy!" A fourteen year old Angel roared playfully wiping peach from his face.

Buffy grabbed another one before he chased her round her whole garden five times. He had grabbed two peaches on the way and caught up with Buffy. He knocked her on the ground and was on top of her. His hands rested on the ground next to her head and their bodies were touching. They both looked in each others eyes for a moment but this was broken by yet another peach in Angel's face. He laughed as him and Buffy rolled over each other on the grass for hours.

Buffy wiped tears from her eyes and knocked on the door ready to play maid to the owner.

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