So here is a Buffy fanfic. It has an OC like always.

I do not own anything except for Ivy.

Buffy walks up the steps and into the school. Nothing much was happening. Nothing had happened all week. Spike hadn't tried anything, no weird demons, no vampires. Nothing. Xander runs up. "Hey Xander. What's up?"

"New girl. Didn't you hear?"

"No, actually. Have you talked to her?"

"No. I did- oh! There she is." He points at a blonde girl walking through the hall. She has platinum blonde hair that curls ever so slightly around the middle of her back and prominent cheekbones. Her full lips have a touch of gloss and her bright blue eyes are lined with thick lashes. Something about her seems familiar, but she can't place it. It is probably nothing. Buffy walks over to her.

"Hey!"

She looks up. "Hi. I'm Ivy." She has a slight British accent.

"Buffy." They shake hands. "What class do you have?"

"English."

"Oh. I have biology. I have free period third period."

"Me too."

"Maybe we could hang out."

"Sure."

Ivy walks away. Buffy sighs. Another new person to keep her secret from, leaving her oblivious. It's so frustrating! If only they could know. Then, of course, they would all see her as some sort of savior, or whatever, but that just isn't her. She saves them, all the time in fact, but she doesn't want a bunch of glory or anything like that. That would be too much. A thank you now and then would be fine, though.

Ivy stands up as the end of second period comes around. She'd spent the past few hours floundering. No textbook = big problem. On her way out, she trips. To her surprise, a girl with long, dark brown hair helps her up. She smiles gratefully. "Thanks."

"No problem. I'm Cordelia by the way. If you care whatsoever about your social life, just hang with me, and you should be fine. Of course, you have to know a few things." She launches into a big quiz for me that Ivy barely passes. She only knows this much by noticing the look in her eyes. When she asks the questions, the answer is plainly written across her face.

"Oh, and by the way, if you care about what just happened at all, then come to the Bronze tonight."

"The what?"

"The Bronze. It's the only club in Sunnydale worth going to. It's in the bad part of town."

"Okay. Where is it?"

"About two blocks from the good part of town. Here." She hands her an address.

Ivy smiles at her. "I'll be there."

"Good." She walks off. As soon as she's gone, Ivy let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she'll make it here after all. Yeah, right.

Ivy walks over to the library, where Buffy said she could meet her. As soon as she walks in, she is greeted by the shuffling of pages. She breathes in contentedly, loving the smell. There are four people crowded around the table. One must be the librarian, one was Buffy, another was someone who had been gawking at her earlier, making several vowel noises, and the last one was a redheaded girl she didn't recognize. The librarian was speaking quietly.

"Ahem." She gently clears her throat, feeling as though she is intruding. Their heads swivel up. The boy, Xander, is the first one to speak.

"Oh, hi there. You're the new girl, right? I'm Xander. We met this morning when I made some very moving sheep impressions."

"Hi." She still feels awkward.

Buffy walks over. "Hey, Ivy." At the mention of her name, the librarian's head turns. "Had any luck in English and History?"

She smiles at her gratefully. "No. I was completely lost. History wasn't that bad. I didn't have any of the textbooks though. I barely passed something that, I think her name was Cordelia or something, gave me. I didn't really get the point of any of it."

"You met Cordelia." It wasn't a question. She sounds resigned. "So what did you think?"

"Truthfully? Self-absorbed. Completely." The redhead smiles.

"That's Cordy all right. I'm Willow, by the way."

"Hi."

She smiles at the girl kindly. Ivy thinks she likes her better then Cordelia.

Xander speaks up. "Hey! Ivy and Willow! I guess that's similar. Because they're both plants, and plants are… plants." Buffy looks at him.

"Very suave, Xander."

"It comes naturally."

"I'm sure it does." They laugh. The librarian finally speaks up.

"Yes, well, um, welcome to Sunnydale. I'm Rupert Giles." He is still looking at Ivy oddly.

"I'm Ivy." He seems intrigued by her accent. Before he can say anything, Buffy turns to her.

"Hey, come to the Bronze tonight. It's the place to be."

"So I've heard."

"I've got to get to class. I'll see you there tonight?"

"Sure."

The girls walk out, and turn separate ways to class.

Ivy walks into the Bronze. "Whoa." While it might seem like nothing much to most people, the Bronze seemed almost magical to the new girl. Buffy spots her and walks over, shouting over the music. "Hey Ivy!"

"Hey!"

"So what do you think?!"

"This is amazing!"

Buffy smiles. Ivy walks over to Willow and Xander with Buffy. They greet each other. Buffy tries (and fails) to show Ivy how to club-dance. Finally, they give up, laughing.

"You know, Ivy, I thought Xander was the worst at dancing. I was wrong."

"Shut up, Buffy." We grin.

"Hey, did I hear that you were worse than me?" Xander enters the conversation.

"Why yes, I believe you did."

Buffy groans. "For dignity's sake, please don't put that to the test." Her eyes are drawn across the room. Ivy doesn't notice until a man walks over. He has dark hair, a t-shirt and jeans, and dark eyes. "Angel."

"Hey Buffy." He looks at Buffy; then his eyes fall on Ivy. He freezes. She feels deja-vu wash over her. Who is he? "You." He is still staring at her.

"Me?"

Something flashes across his face. Recognition? Fear? Sadness? "Don't you… oh."

"What? Who are you?"

"I'm Angel."

"I'm Ivy." She is still staring at Angel. Buffy waves her hand in front of their faces.

"Hello? Do you guys… know each other?"

"No." They both say simultaneously.

"Okay. Angel? Don't tell me you know one of her ancestors or something." He breaks the stare to look at Buffy.

"No. I'm fine."

"Okay."

"Ivy, when did you get here?" Angel asks. The abruptness of the question brings her to the present.

"Um, two weeks ago, I think."

"You think?"

"Ummm…"

"How did you get here?" She bites her lip and looks down. "Well?"

She looks at him with guarded eyes. "That's the thing. I can't remember. Other then my name, I can't remember anything before two weeks ago." Buffy stares at her.

"And you didn't say this…"

"It never came up." Angel is about t to ask more when Buffy stops him.

"Angel! Enough with this interrogation. Does it really matter?"

He is about to answer when Xander comes running up. "Hey, Ivy. I see you've met Angel." He glares at him.

Ivy yawns. "I think I'm going to head back and sleep. I'm really tired."

"Sure," says Buffy, "I'll walk with you."

As they walk, they both clearly hear Xander as he turns to Angel. "Nice Going."

The two girls smirk and keep walking.

Spike is waiting for the Slayer. He'd been waiting for the ambush to take place for the past few hours. Honestly, how long can a girl party in a club? Longer than planned, apparently. He growls. Ugh. Then he hears footsteps and smells two people. One was definitely the Slayer. The other was new to Sunnydale. New blood. Wonderful. He hears their voices filter through the night.

"So who was that guy?" The girls voice sounds vaguely familiar, but he shakes it off.

"I told you," This one is definitely the Slayer. He holds his hand up, signaling for them to wait. "His name is Angel."

"I know, but really. Who is he? I know his name, but he just seemed… different. You know?"

"You have no idea." He sees their silhouettes. He drops his hand, telling them to go. As one, they rush forward. Everything is chaos.

"Here!" Buffy tosses the girl a cross that she catches quickly. She looks at it.

"You've got to be kidding me." The cross is knocked out of her hands. Instantly, vampires swarm around her. Well she's dead. Spike thinks. Suddenly, one flies back, leaving a startled girl staring after it.

"You're a Slayer?"

"I have no idea!"

She catches a stake. On instinct, she stakes some vampires. Startled, they flee, leaving five and Spike.

"Right, then, blokes. I'll take the newbie, and you can take Buffy." They obey. The girl is still in the shadows.

"Ivy!" Buffy yells, but is to far away to help. Great, he had her all to himself, then. The girl suddenly charges forward, blond hair flashing, and tackles him. She's good, for a starter. Not good enough. He easily flips her onto her back, straddling her. He sees her face for the first time, and freezes.

"You." He whispers it. "How did you get here?"

"Who are you? What are you talking about?"

He can see it in her eyes. She doesn't remember him. How can she not remember him? "Ivy, it's me."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" He stares at her, digging his knee into her chest.

"When did you get here?"

Something flashes in her eyes. "Why is everybody asking me that? Well? Did I know you?" Her voice is both defiant and pleading, grasping at the straws of her past. He sees the all to familiar look in her eyes. The I-don't-like-that-you-know-something-I-don't-not-l ike-I'll-show-it look and the tell-me-or-die look. He almost smiles, because only he can see it.

"You'll know soon enough. Anyway, just tell your darling librarian to look me up. Tell him that for me." She is shaken, but she will never show it, because that is just the kind of person she is. This time he does smirk. Just a little. He digs his knee in just a bit more, and then gets off. She is taken aback.

"Why?"

"Because you and me, we're not done. Not just yet. You can't get rid of me that easily." With that, he waves at the other vampires. They follow him out, leaving a surprised Buffy behind.

She runs over. "Ivy! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. You have some explaining to do, though."

"Let's get you back to the library. Giles will explain."

Ivy hesitates for a second then tells her about Spike. "That isn't normal for him. Normally, he would have drained you. Did he say anything else?"

"No, but he looked surprised, like he never expected to see me."

"Something is definitely up."

"You can say that again."

"We should talk to Giles. Maybe he should actually search him. It looked like he knew you."

"Who knows? Maybe he did, but I can't remember. I can't remember anything before two weeks ago. I already told you that."

"Right. Kind of easy to forget." Ivy glares at her. "Okay, not a good time for puns. I get it."

They reach the library. "Giles!" It's Ivy who calls for him. He immediately comes out from the office. He sees Buffy is there too.

"Did it happen?"

"Worse." When Giles looks at her questioningly, she expands. "Turns out that Ivy, here is a Slayer."

"A Slayer? Are you sure?"

"Can non-Slayers kick vamps back 20 feet? I don't think so."

"How long?" He asks Ivy. She looks at Buffy.

"She can't remember anything before two weeks ago." Giles looks at her, curious now.

"What happened tonight?"

"Spike happened. He was going to kill her, but it was like he recognized her. He stopped."

"He said for you to look something up." Ivy finally speaks up. "To research him."

"Why…" But Giles was already at his book, flipping through pages. "Here. This particular volume contains his past. Even from before…" He trails off, staring at the page.

"What is it?" Ivy asks.

She rushes forward to see the page. The page that has something impossible, but was still there.

"What?" Buffy comes up. She sees it too. The family painting. The painting has a girl next to Spike. A girl with platinum blond hair and full lips. A girl with blue eyes and prominent cheekbones. A girl that is definitely, unmistakably Ivy.

"No." Ivy whispers, reading the caption. It was of him and his sister. Sister. "How…" She trails off.

Giles reads on. "It says something, not much, I'm afraid. It states that she was a Slayer, and that there are records of her going to the Gypsies after her family was slaughtered. Ivy, I can only imagine that you asked for a curse. I have read that there is one that can make you forget for a period of time, but sends you into the future. Once you know, however, it will come back."

"That must be why Spike wanted me to look it up. He wants me to remember."

"Why would he want that? I mean, sure I get it, but why does he want you alive? He is soulless, remember?"

"It says here that he searched for her for years. Rumor has it that he wanted…"

Memory was beginning to trickle in. "He wanted to change me, so I left. I…" She collapses. She holds her head, wanting for the end. Her mind is being flooded by a torrent of memory. Memories that shouldn't be, couldn't be. She is gasping, gasping for life, for air. She screams. It is a scream of terror and pain, of torture and longing. Longing for normal, for something she can never, ever have. Suddenly her eyes snap open. She stands and walks for the door.

"Ivy? Where are you going?"

"Me?" Her voice had a new purpose. "I'm going to find the bloke who caused this, all of this."

"You shouldn't face Spike yet."

She laughs softly. "I didn't mean him, though I suppose I will go to him later. No. I spoke of Angelus." She turns and stalks out the door.

Angel is sitting in his flat when Ivy storms in. "Ivy-"

Before he can finish, she grabs him by the throat and pins him against the wall. He doesn't struggle. "My family! All of the world and you choose to ruin my life! Why did you have to pick Will! Why Will!"

"Ivy, I was soulless. I wasn't used to people refusing."

"YOU THINK THAT MAKES UP FOR IT!"

"No," he says softly, "I don't. I really, really don't." That stops her. "I didn't have my soul. Those Gypsies you went to, they cursed me. They gave me my soul back."

"You… you have a soul?'

"I really do." He tilts her chin up so that she could look into his eyes. She sees it, a light there, a kind one. One that hadn't been there the last time. They stay like this for a second longer than necessary. She bites her lip and looks down, blushing. He looks away, and they both step back.

"How did you know it was the Gypsies? Will didn't seem to know."

"I'm a friend of Giles. I tried to hide those pages in case you turned up." She gives him a questioning look. "I had to let you remember on your own. If it was forced, your mind could have shut down."

She smiles. "Thanks, I guess." He smiles sadly.

"For what I've done to you, you never have to say thank you to me again."

"I can live with that."

"You should get to wherever you're staying. If you stay outside too long, you'll be free game for Spike."

"Right. I keep forgetting his nickname. It's suits him now more than William Pratt." He grins at her, for the first time in two hundred years.

"You think?" As soon as she is gone, another knocks. "Yes?"

"OI! Invite me in!" Of course Spike would show up.

"No."

"Then at least come out. I just want to talk." Resigned, he comes out.

"What do you want?"

"It's Ivy. She's back. She can't even remember me."

"I know. You just missed her." Spike's eyebrows shoot up. Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

"What? Were you flirting with her?" Angel glares at him. "Oh, no. But you're with Buffy! My sister!" He makes a sound of disgust. Angel rolls his eyes.

"Spike-"

"At least say you didn't kiss."

"You really can be stupid."

"So can you."

"Even though you're a vampire, you are still overprotective of her."

"Shut up. Anyway, you need to know something."

"What?"

"It's only a warning, for now. You try to move in on my sister, Buffy's friends get it, then Buffy."

"Why would I want that? I love Buffy."

"Don't think I don't remember you. You were crazy for her. Well, and tried to turn her, which is my plan, but that's beside the point. You chased her. She nearly killed you. You nearly killed her. If you try anything, you'll know what happens." Spike walks off without another word.

I love Angel and Bangel, but I am kind of still mad at him for leaving her, so I don't know what to do with those two. I might make a poll. I don't know.

What happened between Angel and Ivy? Will Spike succeed? Find out, in some late chapter of the story. With some flashbacks. And some awkward moments. And… Never mind. Spoilers.