First for me on POV's. It will change within the next few chapters. This was started a few years ago; please let me know what you think. I added more to it once I remembered this was written. lol RATED M, so beware. Later chapters will be more... well you'll see what I mean once you read! -wink, wink- SPOILERS if you've never watched Buffy Season 2, this is my take on the season. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter: 1

Obsession;

Previously on Buffy:

"It's not over. I-I-I suppose you know that. He'll come after you, particularly. His profile, uh, well, he... he's likely to strike out at the things that made him the most human." Giles spoke to his broken Slayer.

"You must be so disappointed in me."

"No. No, no, I'm not."

"But this is all my fault…" she trailed off with a sigh.

"No. I don't believe it is." Giles paused seeing Buffy's tear filled eyes shift to look at him with slight shock. "Do you want me to wag my finger at you and tell you that you acted rashly? You did. A-and I can. I know that you loved him and... he... has proven more than once that he loved you. You couldn't have known what would happen. The coming month's a-are gonna, are gonna be hard... I, I suspect on all of us, but... if it's guilt you're looking for, Buffy, I'm, I'm not your man. All you will get from me is, is my support and my respect."

Angelus POV:

One week had passed since breaking out of the imprisonment of soul boy -one week in which he had deliciously broken dear sweet Buffy's heart, and also got kicked in the groin after said girl defeated the Judge and made quite a show of her little fight - in which he knew when push came to shove: she wouldn't stake him like the raised stake in her hand suggested.

To say Angelus was pissed at the agonizing pain and humiliation of letting Buffy get away at kneeing his groin was an understatement to say the least. After such a humiliating defeat of a girl he had thought was taken care of, well at least for more then a few hours, Angelus returned back to the factory with Dru to the smug continence of Spike.

"So where is blue? I thought you said don't wait up?"

The irritating and cocky British accent hit Angelus as soon as he entered the room, in which situated the crippled wheelchair bound Spike in the center. With a growl he made his way over to him in a couple of long strides.

"Don't worry Spikey, that old horn job you came in to do my work well, what a waste."

Turning to Dru with a lustful smirk he let his arm snake around her waist pulling her closer, her squeal of delight filling the air. That took the smirk right off of Spike's face, his already clenched jaw of anger showing through, much to Angelus' delight as he directed his next snide comment to Spike. "Really what a crappy gift, maybe I should get her something better? Or better yet…do something better?"

That night's events had been replayed so many times in Angelus' head he didn't know why at first. Her scent still clung onto him no matter how many times he washed himself. Her once innocence was tainting him with the memory of the formal occupant of his body and the feeling of love still tainting his veins.

x/x/x/

Throughout the long week he realized that separation wasn't the key to getting out of his obsession. In his very long existence, he had so many obsessions with pure young things, it was impossible to count them on two hands let alone one. No the only way to get through his obsession was to let it play out, even though it was degrading that his cock stood attention at the very thought of Buffy.

Those events were an ever haunting dream to him, only her face could be seen with in each image that took hold of him. Like when he had revealed himself to Buffy, or made a play at her red headed friend, or almost depleted the population of Sunnydale. Well he had to give Buffy props for the nice little toy she had managed to pick up -no doubt steal - and now what kind of slayer image would that send to the younger generation?

The past week had been one of a busy time for Angelus, even though it wasn't directed at the Slayer, his upcoming plans revolving her would soon come into effect. First on the agenda was finding himself better digs.

The factory was Spikes' style never Angelus'. Anyone or any demon knew he had very expensive taste -his vanity of possessing the richest and most beautiful objects could also be seen as a weakness, but for him it was all about power.

Of course Drusilla wasn't pleased that her newly returned "daddy" was leaving them for better a better place. He would have taken her with him just to see that look on Spike's face, but from the excessive attention Dru gave to satisfying Angelus' every wants and need's both in and out of the bedroom -that was enough to know that would put a riff between the two and a point in Angelus' court. But he'd make sure the torment would carry on, heck even have her crawling over to the new digs once in a while.

Sunnydale wasn't known for their expensive mansions, or high taste in any sense of fashion. The place was like a recreation of that dreadful film "Pleasantville" in which Angel had found a need to watch whenever it came on. Guess it beat the hell out of the sitting in a dark room and brooding about things he knew deep down inside he took immense pleasure out of.

But rumors had spread about the towns Major, and of course Angelus was not only curious to see what thing was in charge of the place, but he was about to show him who really was boss around here.

With a handshake and a promise of a dead slayer - an hour or two later- Angelus had himself a very fancy penthouse. It was good for getting something so luxurious out of something he was already planning on doing.

This just sweetened the deal so much more; but he knew that Buffy's death would be a long and slow one at that.

He would make sure of it!

Each night his mind kept reverting back to her, the pleasure he took in seeing her cry and suffer at the realization that Angel was gone forever. She was an exceptionally emotional creature; he had to play with her first, really get into that pretty little head of hers.

As soon as the sun had set behind the horizon Angelus was already out, making his way over to the Summer's residence. It was still mid autumn, the tree's shedding leaves here and there and the crisp cool wind blew through the town, making the hot summer seem like a distant memory.

Tonight was souly the purpose of watching and maybe letting himself be known to Buffy. Though it was a trademark of his –stalking - he had to make everything perfect and more for the destruction of the very girl that had once tainted him with love.

He really had to up his gain, satisfy not only his baser urges of tearing her to shreds after a long torture session, but to feel himself degrade her and make her want his cock inside of her 24/7.

Through stalking his sick obsession could be played out, her weaknesses and vulnerabilities showed on her innocent face when she least expected it, ready for him to pounce on and exploit.

Arriving in a brisk fashion the night had begun with Buffy and her mother Joyce sitting down for dinner. For a while Angelus watched with an amused smirk on his face, hearing the idle chit chat of how things were going at school and Joyce's over excited talk of a new piece at the art gallery. Though by any means it wasn't the most riveting of talk, Angelus couldn't help but stand there and listen further, which eventually paid off. Joyce wasn't going to be home this weekend leaving Buffy home alone.

With a smirk flittered across his face, as he left the scene, making his way over to the Bronze for a tasty snack. He had a feeling this weekend was going to be one in which he would never forget much less let his Slayer forget.

x/x/x/

His hand ran lazily through a young brunette's soft curly hair, as the music throbbed with an erotic undertone throughout the teenage packed club; in which the mixture of arousal and sweat filled Angelus' senses. That by itself brought out his lust filled hungers for more then just blood tonight.

As he continued to charmingly chat up his first kill for the night and maybe a potential victim of rape, a familiar vanilla scent caught his attention, making his eyes lift from the young thing who was completely entranced by his charming act -chicks, they were so easy to please and that much easier to get them to spread their legs willingly for him.

But as his eyes caught site of Buffy his once confident smirk was wiped away from his face to be replaced by a look of pure anger. There she was, skimpy outfit that showed off to the whole world what was his, and not only that, she was dancing with that jerk off Xander who had no chance in ever having her.

The newfound rage kept at bay the thoughts of why he should care, but then his most basic of instincts and reasoning's came to mind.

Buffy was his property, his girl. His to fuck. Torture. And his to kill.

Catching the attention of the red head Willow who was sitting alone at a table, her glance looking from Buffy over in his direction, she stiffened at the sight of him. He lifted up a glass in a mock gesture with a dark smirk, before leading the young thing out of the club with him.

No doubt Willow would run off and tell Buffy she had just seen him and with a girl, that was the plan anyways. Boy he wish he could have seen the look on her face; no doubt she would be jealous of the girl getting his attention tonight anyways.

"How'd ya feel about cemeteries kitten?" he asked looking down at the willing girl who clung onto his arm with approval at anything he uttered.

Too lost in the fact that the guy she had wanted for so long was offering a midnight romp and a untimely death in a cemetery she eagerly nodded her head as they made their way down the street. Already he could hear and feel the siren that was Buffy follow them.

Let the games begin lover.

x/x/x/

Buffy POV:

The week was hard, it was rough Buffy was still reeling from her loss:

Angel.

The man to steal her heart, take her innocents and make her feel that she was more then just the slayer. That was all gone now, taken over by some beast that was heartless and could careless about her feelings. No soul, just an empty pit of darkness. Still Buffy couldn't bring herself to stop loving the hateful creature that was once her lover.

Apart of her wanted to believe that somewhere inside of all of that, Angel was still lingering inside. Convincing herself of that was hard, and still nothing worked she knew that he was gone; her Angel was lost inside of who he once was. Giles was right -she knew that he would lash out on her in anyway that he could -attack her friends; make her think that she was weak.

Maybe she was weak, but she wouldn't let him see that.

The mind games he had already tried to play with her, the whole you can't do it, you can't kill me thing was starting to get to her. Deep down Buffy wasn't sure if she could kill him. She wanted to believe that she could, she wanted to let herself and let him think that she would. He was going to do anything he could to hurt her make her feel degraded and worthless.

Seeing him for the first time after he changed into his former self, Buffy couldn't see what lingered inside of him.

She only saw the outside, the side that possessed Angel.

When he opened his mouth the hate poured out to her, her heart was broken and now she realized that was his tool.

He thrived on making her hurt and suffer inside, any way he could make her cry he would. She was weak when it came to that, she was emotional, it was only the human thing to do. She couldn't help that, and she had to try to let herself not get sucked into all of that -to not show him that she was a weak person. If she did that would only make things worse for her in the coming months.

Although inside it wasn't Angel anymore, he carried the face and essence of him, Buffy could still feel when he was around. The week had been a quite one, to quite for Buffy's taste. She knew by now the games that were possibly going to be played and she wanted to prepare herself for them -not just physically but mentally. She had to stabilize herself to not give into weakness and show him that was ready for anything he was going to throw at her.

x/x/x/

The week at school was hard and not from just school work and things like that, but just her job in general. Everything seemed to stand still to Buffy, something was missing -her excitement -the one thing she got up for every morning was gone. It felt like her world had crumbled at her feet.

With the help of her friends, she was slowly starting to let herself not be down all the time. Forgetting? That was something that would take time, and possibly never happen. Maybe letting the pain within herself subside yes, but to actually forget and not care anymore was something she didn't think she could bring herself to do.

At times she did find herself wanting to do just that, forget and not care anymore. It seemed to be the easy way out, the better thing to do.

That would be slipping into darkness and that was something she couldn't do -something that actually never crossed her mind until just now, what would her friends think of her if she did that?

That was what kept her from breaking free and being a new Buffy, one that wasn't heartless but one that had an edge to her. Maybe one day, she thought?

Hearing her mothers words play over in her mind.

"I'm going to be gone this weekend, have Willow stay with you and don't be out to late. Be safe."

On any normal day those words would be any teens dream -her mother gone for the weekend and leaving the house to her. But with everything going on, Buffy knew that there would be surprises ahead, ones that involved her once lover. She knew in some way or another, he was going to be apart of her long weekend alone.

x/x/x/

"It's good to see you smile Buff, Hope tonight will be fun." Xander's words let a smile curl on Buffy's thin lips as he held the door open to the Bronze for her and Willow.

The music loud and penetrating was a nice atmosphere to be in tonight. Little bits of anger had risen in Buffy the last week, the breaking lose and have a little fun with her friends would be nice. She just hoped that nothing would break that happiness for her -but then again evil never stopped it was always going to be around.

She chit chatted with her friends for a while taking Xander up on his offer for a dance. She let all her thoughts clear about the past week and had some fun. She made sure not to let herself look trashy with him like she had done when she returned from vacation –a time she was trying to irritate and make Angel jealous.

As she danced seemingly happily with Xander, she had an odd feeling about something, she couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew something wasn't right? She brushed it aside and danced to the music, letting her face fill with happiness for her friends.

But it was when she felt herself being pulled back a few moments later, that's when she knew something was wrong.

"Hey Will, dancing here!" Xander shouted over the loud music.

Buffy looked at Willow as the red lights cast on her face making the look she was giving Buffy serious.

"When?" Buffy knew what she was going to say before Willow could even open her mouth.

"J –J –just a few minutes ago, Buffy he had another girl with him. I don't think she was a vampire either," Willow said with a scared and worried tone.

Buffy walked over to the table and grabbed her jacket. "Xander get Willow home, I'll see you guys tomorrow."

She started to head out of the club as Xander shouted after her. "Want us to go with you?"

She ignored is comment and busted through the doors with anger -he let it flare up inside of her walking down the street. She wasn't sure of where she was going just yet, Angelus was to smart to take the girl back to the factory. He planned it, he wanted Buffy to see him; she just knew it.

That was the feeling she was getting all night, she knew he was around -stalking.

Buffy had so many thoughts racing through her mind at that moment as she found herself standing in the cemetery. She looked around the dark place of death before she heard a small whimper echo into the air.

Following the sound she saw a girl struggling for dear life as Angelus tried to rip into her; Buffy walked up and put her hand on his shoulder throwing him back as the girl held onto her neck crying out in pain. Buffy didn't even ask if she was alright, "Go, get out of here!" Buffy watched as the girl scampered off leaving a trail of her tears from the vicious bite.

"Wasn't very nice of you to interrupt my fun tonight -this going to be an everyday thing with you?" Buffy stated slowly standing before him.

She knew he could smell the fear pouring off her body at that moment. Still she was trying to be strong and not let herself back down from him. Just looking at him and knowing that she could still had feelings -love for this man was tearing her up inside, to the point she hated it.

She swallowed hard and looked up him as he towered over top of her letting his face return to normal. She saw the dark crimson seep from the corner of his mouth onto his chin. She cringed inside seeing that -seeing him like this. She wasn't going to do her pretty little, "I know there is some good in you somewhere" speech.

That was bought and she was tired of asking when she already knew the answer.

Angel was gone and she had to face that.

Now she had to take what was given to her and go with it. How was she going to deal with all this, having to see the brutally handsome vampire every night, knowing deep down she couldn't kill him?

Thoughts of that crawled inside of her with excitement; she was ready for whatever he had in store for her.

So should I continue this story with Chapter 2, or should I just delete it? Let me know what you all think... Thank you so much for reading! Comments are greatly appercaited! xox.