AN: Ha, I'm back with a new story! This was flying around my mind till it formed up! So enjoy! I'll be back with another update to my other story "Greatest Twist" check it out!

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The world is full of ups and downs. Full of light and darkness. Good and evil. Yin and Yang. Man has only the tip, the taste of that seemingly perfect balance.

One person defies all that. He's seen the purist of evil and greatness of the light. Hell he personally has been the cause of a lot of evil and a lot of good. For 150 years, he's been called all sorts of names that evil can associate with. From Jack the Ripper to the Devil himself, he's been there and done it all. He was unique upon his kind. Most of his kind did evil, but still had a sense of humanity and survival instincts. He didn't. He was a master at defying everything. He brought fear to hearts of many. His name? Well that's easy. Any watcher diaries talk about the most infamous vampire that has ever walked the world. Coming from one of the most purest Vampire Bloodlines in the world, he took great pride in that fact, till 1896. Everything changed then. The vampire known as Angelus disappeared in 1897, never to be seen again till 1996.

For 100 years, he became one with the shadows. Just survived while being plagued with guilt over his past actions. Once again he became a unique vampire. This time, he had a soul. A soul born out of punishment, but a soul that was pure, just tainted with the darkness that Angel hid inside his heart. He tried to be one with the humans. Just to survive, but his futile attempts were just that. Futile. He was forever meant to be alone in his eyes. For 100 years, he questioned his existence.

Then higher powers that he never knew existed called upon him to join the good side. Of course he was very skeptical about it. He, Angel the Scourge of Europe, was asked to fight with the good guys. The demon who found him, Whistler, just asked him to think about after a trip to another part of the new country he was in. So Angel went along.

He went to Los Angeles. The city of Angels. Or so he's heard. They arrived there at night in an old beat up car. So much for magical traveling powers. Angel thought ironically. He was brought out of his thoughts when Whistler explained to him to be ready in the afternoon so he should rest up.

From when arriving in LA, Angel felt a tug deep inside his soul. It was remote though, so he didn't pay attention to it. Though sometimes the tug made itself known when passing by certain areas. He fell into a restless sleep, still plagued with the thoughts of his past victims.

The afternoon came fast for Angel. He wasn't all tired but anxious to figure out why he was brought here. Whistler just passed him the keys and gave him directions to a school and to look for someone that stood out to him. That called him deep inside of him. Angel just looked nonchalant. He took the keys and took off in the beat up car, headed towards the high school known as Hemery High.

Angel arrived when the school was let out. He park the beat up car close to the curb and carefully rolled the windows down. He looked out at the droves of the students walking out and kept on looking till he found someone popped out at him. She was astonishing. From the tight, lithe body to her sun kissed hair, Angel never seen anything looked more pure in all his life. Suddenly his soul was tugged towards he direction, he knew he found who he was looking for. His eyes followed her, looking at her till she sat down at some stairs waiting for someone. He looked one as an older man came up to her and spoke to her. She seemed bewildered by his explanations, and Angel felt something seemingly like dread creep slowly inside his soul.

He followed her to her house and waited till nightfall. She came out and he followed in the shadows to protect her. She met the older man at a cemetery and Angel stood by a mausoleum looking around. He stood stoic when the young girl was left by herself facing off against a vampire. She was nearly killed, till she flipped the vampire on its back and staked it twice. He then knew was that dread was. She was the next vampire slayer.

"See your power Buffy." The older man told her. The young slayer looked stunned at the way her life has now turned.

Angel turned and went looking for Whistler. He easily found him in the sewers near the school. Angel looked at the balance demon and said that he wanted to help the new slayer. But he knew that now he had a purpose. Instead of being in the shadows, he was going to help in the fight for good.

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Angel thought back to all those years ago, when everything was still unknown. If he knew what was going to happen, he still would do it. Sure it's been 2 ½ years ago since that heartbreaking night when he walked into the fog to leave her for better things. Had he known what would happen when he left, he would've never left. He would've stuck it out somehow. But hey, shit happens right?

Shit does happen. He feel into a pit of despair and loneliness that reached its climax when he slept with his sire Darla, who was brought back from the dead by Wolfram & Hart. Then his worst fears came true in the death of Buffy. Angel thought this couldn't be any worse. He was brought back from the brink again when he found out about Buffy's resurrection. They still couldn't be together, mostly because of Angel's soul curse that was beginning to really annoy him. So they parted ways again. Still, life and fate once again struck and Darla returned again but this time hugely pregnant!

Mystical or not, he was going to be a father! That's all Angel knew. So he took care of Darla. It wasn't love between them, it was mutual affection and compassion that drove both vampires to take care of each other. Sadly, Darla had to sacrifice herself to bear the child. So Connor was born on Darla's sacrifice and Angel was bestowed a son. He was highly protective when he found out about that demons were trying to get his child. He did his best to protect his child but fate is a cruel bitch when it wants to be. Angel was betrayed by his closest friend Wesley and his child, Connor, was kidnapped into a hell dimension. Angel was utterly destroyed. His spirit was broken. He was now just a father who lost his only child. But from the pain of loss and betrayal, Angel felt new feelings brew inside of him. The fire of anger and revenge lit inside his soul and he changed. This time it wasn't loneliness, depression, and despair that he fell into. Angel was now channeling his true nature. He was starting to embrace the monster within him now. He went on the rampage in Wolfram & Hart to find a way to get his son back. He used black arts to break in, used his intimidating figure to scare people, and lastly used his torture techniques on lawyers Angel felt that knew information about the hell dimension his son was taken to.

He traveled throughout all of the city of LA and didn't find nothing. During the process, he found out about Buffy and Spike sleeping together, and that just added fuel to an already raging inferno inside of Angel. He didn't want to hear or know about it, but again fate decided to be a bitch and Angel found out that some old contacts in Sunnydale may know how to get his son back.

Angel then packed some weapons, torture devices, and some clothes because he felt that he was going to be there for some time. The AI team grew worried about him but Angel said he was just fine and left towards Sunnydale.

Cordelia decided to let Buffy know about Angel's improtu visit.

"No Buffy listen, Angel is on his way there but trust me when I say this, you do NOT want to get him riled up. He is was different." Cordy explained to the Slayer. She listened to the slayer's response "No he's not Angelus, but he sure is acting like him. Just keep an eye on him and don't bring any and I mean ANY bad news to him. He would snap." Cordy finished explaining

She looked at the remaining group and said in a soft voice "It's up to her to change him."

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Angel arrived in Sunnydale in record time, going towards a place no one would know he still owned, his old basement apartment located under the Bronze. He went inside and cleaned up a bit. All he really had to do was take off plastic tarps he set up before his departure from Sunnydale. Angel did all this while thinking about what to do if he saw Buffy or Spike. He knew he was toiling the line that was the light of his own soul and the darkness he's been feeling growing inside of him. Right now, all Angel knew was one thing……getting his son back.

He decided to check on some contacts around Sunnydale and checked his watch to make sure he wasn't going during Buffy's regular patrol hours. Ah fuck it. I'll just act evil. Angel thought to himself. He then went to his bags and got out a pair of leather pants he decided to bring. He changed his grey shirt to a blood red silk shirt and donned his longest duster he had. Angel knew he was channeling Angelus now and felt a rush inside of him. He felt his confidence rise and everything about him screamed dark and dangerous.

He moved throughout the town, getting stares from women all over. Angel allowed his 'Angelus' smirk to grace his face and women were drooling at the smile.

He checked at Willy's surprising the sleazy bartender with his presence. Willy was downright frozen with fright and the long absent dark vampire and gave over everything he's heard about demons dealing with Quor'Toth and Wolfram & Hart. Angel then stalked away looking more like his demon self. He was lost in thought when he realized that he was in one of the 12 cemeteries in Sunnydale. Angel cursed himself for going off track and looked around, sniffed the air, and stood still knowing he was caught by his arrogant childe. He smelled Buffy on him and Angel started to channel the old Angelus, but mixed in with a little of himself.

He had his back to the blonde vampire, ignoring everything Spike was saying, even when Spike said that he was "shagging the slayer." Angel just dug into his pocket and got a cigarette out, lit it up and took a huge drag. He turned to face Spike and flashed his 'Angelus' smirk.

"Are you done with Willy? Or are you gonna stand there all night, yapping about how you 'got to shag the slayer' the uh, love of my life right?" Angel said in a voice that reminded Spike of the old Angelus of the past.

"Oh so you went and all got happy and lost that pesky soul of yours? 'Cuz from here seems like ya did. I know Angel would've tried to kick my ass right now." Spike replied back, still a little wary at the new appearance of his sire.

"Spiky, what makes you think I lost my soul? Or if I'm back as my old better self? Or what makes you think I'm just here for my own purpose. I could either care or not care about what you and Buffy do." Angel replied back while taking another drag.

Off in the shadows, Buffy heard Spike's voice and sneaked up to listen and she caught sight of Angel, looking even more dark, dangerous, and way too good! She remembered when Angel was evil and how good he looked then, but this time it was different. He seemed different, acting like the true saying about him "The Demon with the face of an Angel."

Angel caught Buffy's scent and allowed a ghost of a smile on his face, tuned out Spike again and turned to face the slayer.

"Hello Lover."

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