Disclaimer- Eh, nothing is mine, unfortunately. Jossy-boy owns it all.

Summary- Buffy and Angel do everything a lot differently this time.

Rating- Hm...R, PG-13, y'know me. Just be warned and cautious while reading. LOL

Pairing- B/A o' course! B/A shippers rejoice!

Time line-Season 3. Im not sure if I'll go farther then that, but for now, just season 3.

AN- These are re-writes. Im writing the way they, one-either should have been or two-would have been. This way, Im making everybody (including myself) happy.

Beauty and the Beasts (3x4)

Pete grabbed Buffy by the shoulders and held her upright for a spilt second before smacking her, sending her sprawledagainst the cold, hard floor. She was done for. She knew it. For a moment she just lay, awaiting the final blow from overly strong Jeckyl/Hyde creation. They had been fighting for what seemed like forever, and he didn't seem to be tiring. He had bloodied her lip, and even gave her a bruise along her upper arms and it seemed as if she hadn't left even the smallest mark on him. Suddenly, she heard a primal growl, one that got her hot, bothered, wet, made her feel love, and a now new feeling–relief. Her savior. But...how did he get out. Fear crossed over her features when she first glanced up at him. His game face was in place, and he looked angry. So angry, that it seemed as if he was about to tear her in two. But it wasn't her he was staring at.

Pete.

Buffy moved out of the way and Angel made his way past her, his loud, angry growl startling Pete as he advanced on him. Buffy watched in shock and amazement as Angel fought against the foe she found almost impossible to give damage to. Before she could blink, Angel had Pete on his knees, and was in the process of strangling him. Buffy physically flinched when she heard the sound of his neck breaking, and stared as his lifeless body hit the floor...no longer looking like the monster he had created.

Sighing with extreme relief, her brief feeling was cut short when she saw Angel staring at her. She stood to her feet, and continued to stare into his dark orbs. His vampire visage changed back to his human face right before her eyes. He seemed pained–so pained. She wanted to grab him and just kiss the pain away. He made his way over to her, slowly, the manacles around his wrists clanking as he walked. She backed away from him slowly, but, one word stopped her movement dead away.

"B-Buffy?"

Before she could speak, or even react, he fell to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and sobbing onto her stomach. Her own tears flooded her eyes as she heard his sobs, and his constant chanting of her name.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through the small hairs on the nape of his neck. He was back. Finally, the Angel she knew was back. Not some primal, violent beast–her Angel. On her fingers she could feel the dirt and soot of hell, proof of where he had been. The proof was on him, all over. Even though she wasn't a vampire, she could smell that he was bleeding; she was used to the scent. He was dirty, and obviously they had tortured him; pained and violent–now pained and harmless. She knew he wouldn't hurt her now. His angry, frightened wrath was over, and now she had him back.

"Shh, shh, baby, it's okay. Im here now..."

She couldn't help but want to comfort him. Want to take care of him. She untangled his arms from around her and dropped to her knees in front of him. He took no time to think; his arms were around her once again and his head was then buried in the crook of her neck. She held him there, holding and caressing him as he got used to the feel of her. His hands ran up and down her back, caressing her backside and then he grabbed her hips, not violently, but with enough strength that he had lifted her up and cradled her body against his to the point where they couldn't tell who started and ended where.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders when he grabbed her, and she didn't miss the hiss of pain that came from him. And as soon as it came, it passed, and he continued to feel her. Buffy looked down at her hands, and saw the burn and whip marks under her palms. She gasped softly and dipped her head down, gently caressing the skin of his shoulder and neck with her lips. She slid her hands from his shoulders to his chest, and then wrapped her arms around his waist. He was real.

A few of his ribs felt broken, and a few caresses, he shied away from her, but she knew it wasn't her, it was what he went through. Buffy let out a sigh; a small sigh that let out all of her emotions, and rested her head against his, cheek to cheek. She breathed lightly into his ear, and then spoke to him.

"I love you."

She heard a small, low growl, then felt his tongue against her neck. Her stomach clenched and she shivered with anticipation. She wasn't sure if he was going to bite her or not but if he was, she was sure it would feel as good as he made her feel.

"I-I love y-you."

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