CHAPTER ONE

"Weird things often happen through weird people"

Buffy walked through the graveyard slowly, a stake in hand.

"In the 1960's ...somethin important happened," she said weakly. 'I'm never going to learn this stuff,' Buffy thought.

"I can see it now," she said aloud, caught within her misery, "Buffy Summers the chosen one, also known as girl who failed her history test so bad she was automatically kicked out of school. Fear her, run from her and if you want to defeat her give her a history test."

"You know, just some friendly advice, don't yell out ways to defeat yourself when your walking around your enemies favorite haunt."

Buffy shrieked swiveling around to be met with a snarling vampires face. Angel's vampire face to be precise.

Buffy winced, "I am so sorry," she said frantically.

She pulled on the stake which she had accidentally lodged in Angel's chest. Lucky she hadn't hit the mark. Angel growled and grabbed her wrist before she could tug on it again.

"Stop that," said Angel.

"That thing has to come out," said Buffy pointedly.

"Yeah, well, I'd rather do it." Angel said.

"You know it's going to hurt just as much as much when I do it." Buffy said grumpily.

"Yeah... well.." said Angel sounding a little too doubtful for Buffy's comfort.

Angel pulled at the stake slowly and finally slipped it out.

"Ow," Angel said dropping the stake to the ground. "I still think there are splinters in there."

Buffy glowered at him and walked away.

"Hey" called Angel jogging (while wincing) after her. "Why are you in such a hurry."

"I'm patrolling," said Buffy, "I wouldn't think you'd want to come with that life threatening wound you received from me," she said dramatically.

"It could have been life threatening," said Angel grumpily. "Lucky for me you were off your mark today. Hey, I think I'm noticing a pattern here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Buffy stopping and glaring at him.

"Nothing," said Angel quickly, "I'm just smarting. I'm sorry Buffy I didn't mean what I said."

"Typical," said Buffy. "Whenever you start something you never finish it you just walk away all mysterious, or you become broody or you say sorry. You can never just talk about things"

"That's not true," said Angel defensively.

"Oh yeah," said Buffy " How about the time you were jealous of Xander and me, you did the disappearing act, or when I found out you were a vampire and you even died to stop from talking and sorting through problems, like normal teenage couples do.

"In case you haven't noticed Buffy, were not normal teenagers," said Angel.

"Yeah well your not," Buffy grumbled. "You never will be."

Angel felt bitter as Buffy threw that remark at him. He could never, ever be what he saw she wanted in her eye's. Even though they loved each other and always would Angel knew that sometime they were going to have to realise that they were from different worlds. Sometimes it almost made Angel wish he could be, even just for one day, one of the many teenage guy's who attended Sunnydale High. Just like a person.

"Hey I'm not the only one who has a avoidance act going on." Angel muttered. Unfortunately Buffy's sharp ears caught his remark.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped.

"Ever since I've returned from hell you've staked me, my heads nearly been pulled off by Balthazar and lets not forget being run through with a sword."

"What are you saying?" Buffy asked quietly.

"I'm not saying anything," said Angel.

"No I think you are Angel." said Buffy in the same quiet tone. "Every time your around me you get hurt."

Angel's temper suddenly flared violently. 'This isn't normal,' he thought, 'what were saying isn't normal either.' But he couldn't seem to help himself. His face turned into the demons.

"Nothing I say is ever going to make you happy is it," he growled, pacing up and down in front of Buffy, waving his arms to emphasise his feelings, "I don't know why the hell I try anymore. I'm always going to be seen as the bad guy, so why don't I just act like it. Will that make you happy?" He stopped in front of Buffy his face close to hers.

Buffy's eyes seemed to flash dangerously, "I've killed you once and I'm really inclined to do it again," she snarled.

Angel laughed, "There's the cow I knew would be in there." he said.

Before Angel knew what was happening Buffy's fist connected with his face. Angel slammed into the ground hard.

All the anger seemed to disappear and Angel saw stars appear in and out of his vision. He was about to get up when somebody slammed into him, pushing him against the ground.

Buffy stood, shocked as she saw Angel on the ground. She felt a little disoriented after all that anger seemed to just rush out of her. A guy, seeming to appear from nowhere, slammed on top of Angel holding him down. Buffy snapped out of her half comatose state and quickly ran up to the bundle of dead and undead flesh on the ground. A flash of light stopped her from getting any further. She covered her eyes and stepped back, unable to see anything.

When the light disappeared Buffy's opened her eyes. Spots were in her vision and all she could make out were a few shadows. She could make out the guy who had attacked Angel luckily, and she managed to grab him by the collar, slamming him against a nearby crypt wall. She blinked several times, clearing her vision, and then looked at her prize. The guy was struggling like anything 'and he's pretty tough' Buffy had to admit.

"Angel, she called behind her, not daring to take her eyes off the guy, "Are you okay?"

The guy stopped struggling as he heard these words.

"Yeah that's right mister," said Buffy satisfied, "My boyfriend was the one you just slammed into. You better be really scared because I'm really upset."

"Buffy," said the guy, "Your not under that weird spell anymore?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Buffy, annoyed. Buffy looked, really looked at the guy. He was about 5 feet and a few inches and had the build of a fit guy. He wore the latest clothes right down to his black sneakers. His hair was the typical Californian brown streaked with blond and his major tan suggested a lot of time spent on the beach.

"Stan," she gasped. Buffy could never mistake him. Stan was Sunnydale's most popular guy, girls fell over him, guy's envied him and Buffy checked him out in history class.

"Who's Stan," he asked. Buffy frowned. That tone of voice sounded exactly like Angel when he was jealous and trying to pretend to be just curious.

Buffy looked into Stan's eyes expecting to see Stan's blue ones with a slight speck of green. Instead she saw Angel's deep, dark, brown and totally not blue ones.

"Angel,"she whispered weakly.

"Buffy are you feeling all right," he asked and a frown on Stan's face appeared.