The alley was strangely familiar. Dark and dangerous, of course. And she was wearing her red leather trousers and black top. Just too familiar. She didn't remember going out and especially in such an outfit. The scent of blood was everywhere and her slayer senses came up, ready to get into battle as soon as required. A noise.

"This is your lucky night. I'm gonna make it quick for you."

Then she felt something, a strange feeling in her guts, sudden goosebumps and faster heartbeat. She stopped and smiled in anticipation. It had been almost four months since her last apocalypse and still she hoped another one would come so that he may show up.

"You know... it's too easy to get you cornered. You may get into troubles."

"Well, not really the damsel-in-distress kind of woman."

"If I remember correctly... yeah, I suppose you could say that."

He came closer, looked at her body and took in her scent. Even after years she could make him forget everything. And that was NOT good. She had too much power over him and that could cause so many horrible events that he had to shake off the soul-shattering feeling in his chest.

"So... You and me... We met here, didn't we? Am I your friend now?"

"No, you're not. You and I both know it. We can never be friends. Whenever you're near, I feel it. My head spins, my body trembles and this... this burns."

She touched her neck. Angel's bite was still visible and it could still hurt as strong as before. She turned around and she faced a bed. She was in a place she had never seen before. A huge window on her left and she wasn't alone.

"Where are we, Angel?"

"This is my place. We're in L.A."

"It's really cosy... Never thought you had moved somewhere else. I suppose a lot has changed..."

"Yeah, it's a long story... You know about me being the CEO at Wolfram and Hart..."

"Andrew didn't tell me much. He was a little too focused on Dana... "

"You mean, on telling me you don't trust me anymore..."

"I don't what? What makes you think I would have ever said that? I knew about this rescue mission only after it was over..."

Angel stared at her in disbelief. Was it possible that he had been tricked by this little blonde man? And why had he believed him right away? He knew Buffy better than anyone else and he never thought this was only a lie. He hadn't slept for days after that news just because he was too proud to call her and ask for an explanation. Or probably just too hurt to question it.

"Hello there?!You really thought I don't trust you anymore?" Her voice quivered. Her eyes wide open, shocked at his words. "We've been apart for long... you've created yourself a new life in LA, it's only fair to say that we're not part of each other's life anymore if you believe something like that may be true..."

"Oh no Buffy... don't you blame me for having these thoughts! You know the reason... I did all of this for you. I wanted you to be able to have a life that could be normal. Can you blame me for wishing the best for you? Then I came here and I've kept fighting on the good side because of YOU. You make me want to be a better vampire. Everything I've done has been because of you... for you..."

She could face him no longer. She could see inside his soul and it was killing her. All those years she tried to do what he wanted had ended up to her relationship with Spike, another vampire, Angel's childe. A great way to improve her life. But she didn't blame Angel anymore. She had been brought back from Heaven and nobody could have expected her to easily settle up for a life on the Hellmouth. But something was off when she came back to Sunnydale. She had been an higher being, a force of light and Willow's spell had put into her black magic. This corruption was deepened when she faced the truth about the Chosen One. Slayers were given the power to kill by the same creatures they were called to fight. This darkness had slowly been rising and the light within had too keep fighting. She didn't want to surrender. She didn't do it before, why should he now?

"Something is going on, Angel... My powers... They're getting stronger but... I'm losing it... I feel this need, Angel, and it scares the Hell out of me...The blood, the more I see it, the more I feel satisfied and then... I feel like my body is on fire, literally on fire..."

"How long has it been going on?"

"Since I came back..."

His fears were right. He smelled her power and it had never been that strong. He decided to let it be. She came back from Heaven, how could that be right? Obviously he had been too happy to see through it. Nothing could go right after a resurrection but then Darla came, Connor followed and... he was too busy with his own stuff to actually help her. He looked at her, stared at her eyes and he saw it. The fire she was talking about. Her eyes were burning. And without realising it, he was touching her cheek.

"You don't need to worry anymore... we're gonna figure this out... together."

Then, nothing made sense anymore. Her lips on his and the world could fall without them noticing it. They were clinging to each other as if nothing else mattered. It was too good to be true. It felt like a lifetime since their last encounter. Their hands couldn't be controlled anymore. They were stroking and exploring every single part of each other. When Buffy felt something soft touching her back, she knew her dreams were coming true. Angel's eyes were glowing and he was losing himself in the feeling of her. Being able to touch her so intimately was just making him impatient. Buffy couldn't think and couldn't fight his assault on her body. His hands were under her shirt, her back was slowly surrendering to the vampire's touch. Suddenly, she noticed the fresh air on her flesh and the coolness of his tongue on her breasts. She definitely couldn't breath anymore. Angel was devouring her body and nothing could have felt better. Her skin on his was too much. He had thought he would never experience it again and it was unbearable. His Buffy was trying his willpower and he was succumbing. He couldn't wait anymore, another second apart and he would have died... again.

"Please... make love to me." and with that Angel satisfied their hunger.
They were finally one. Both in soul and in body. A single tear left Buffy's eyes and then a bright smile appeared.

"God... I love you, Buffy." He said, thrusting into her as if his very un-life depended on it. He didn't want to stop, he needed this, he needed her. He had her around him, pulsating, vibrating with life that it felt almost as if his own heart started beating again, as if she were giving him her life.

"Angel... Angel, I can't bear it... please... do it..." She pleaded him to give in, to make her his.

Angel knew she was close. He knew what she wanted. She was giving him everything she had, again. She did that years before and now, after so much time... nothing had changed. Somehow she was still the 17-year-old girl who taught him what love was.

So he obliged. His demon rising and making her and his desires come true. His fangs tore the skin of her neck, taking her blood, the ultimate thing she had to offer. The bite brought her to her climax and short after Angel followed. He was drinking greedily, not just the Slayer's blood but her love. She looked at him, pleasure and complete love on her face.

"Angel... love you..." she closed her eyes, feeling tired and spent. Angel's expression was the depiction of happiness until he realised what he had done. The look of horror on his face couldn't compare to the despair in his frantic movements. He tried to shake her, to make her speak but his eyes were enthralled by the sight of her blood streaming down from her neck to her breasts.

"Oh God... Buffy..." She felt she could really die in that moment. Her lover's embrace being the last thing she could remember. Her senses started to fade away. Angel was clutching onto her, trying to break her free from death. Right then, her back arched, she opened her eyes, red as fire, burning from an uncontrollable power. She stopped Angel from stepping away. Her eyes fixed on his. Without a moment thought, she threw herself at his jugular and pierced with her teeth his white skin, biting so deep that his blood started flowing into her mouth. Her hands were burning and emanating heat. Angel couldn't help but reaching another climax. Blood and love were too much for a vampire with a soul. Then she gripped the sheets and a smile appeared on her features. It was strange, disquieting and vaguely animalistic. Angel saw the raw energy coming from her body as her blood from his mark began streaming again.

Then a shout came out from her throat.

She woke up, disoriented and scared. Her right hand was still on fire.

At least now it's over but... This is getting worse... I need... I can't go on...

She sighed, confused that the dream was so perfect, distant but, at the same time, so extremely real. If she turned, she could almost feel Angel's presence next to her. A painful reminder of what her life was like now. Empty and void.

And yet, it was all so real. His hands on me... his burning kisses... his body in mine...his bite...

She rose and went to the bathroom for some cold water to erase the heated feeling on her skin. The water was running when she saw something odd. Drops of blood on the sink. She looked up on the mirror.

Blood was falling from her neck to her chest. Her shirt was a mess, totally covered with the sticky substance. It didn't hurt, it was just so damned confusing.

And then she caught her breath at the two little punctures on her neck.

Right then the iron taste in her mouth was too strong to pass unnoticed.

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