The five year old covered her eyes in fear, crying silently.

The bad man was hurting mommy again, and daddy wasn't there to save her.

Peaking through her separated fingers, she watched as the bad man, who was none other then Riley, kicked and punched Buffy, in the middle of the living room. Anne was sobbing, curled up on the couch; her legs underneath her chin, trying to hide herself. She didn't want to leave her mother alone, not with him. Willow, Dawn, Joyce and Tara were out shopping; Buffy and Anne were going to have the night all to themselves. That was, until Riley came over.

It was their night together; Buffy and Anne's. Willow, Dawn, Joyce and Tara were out, which meant it was mother and daughter movie night. They were going to watch 'Beauty and the Beast', a perfect description of Buffy and Angel. At least, that's what they thought. Anne was extremely excited. It would be the first night in a while that she got to spend with just her mother. Buffy was always out patrolling, which Anne didn't understand what that was exactly, or out at work, which made her come home smelly.

Anne spent most of her time with Willow, and Dawn. And sometimes when she didn't work, her grandmother would play with her too. Joyce was busy too, just like Buffy was, and then Buffy had spent even less time with her daughter when Joyce got sick. Anne was afraid when her grandmother got sick, because not only was she afraid of hospitals, which was where Joyce went and where they all had to go to visit her, but she could feel her grandmother slowly slipping away.

But then Joyce got better, and everyone was happy again...for the most part.

Anne sat on the couch, holding Piggy, her stuffed pig. Piggy was Mr Gordo's son, who Buffy bought for Anne when she was an infant. Once Anne found out she and her mother had semi-identical pig dolls, she fell in love with Piggy, and never went anywhere without him.

Buffy walked into the livingroom, popcorn in hand. When she walked in and saw Anne falling asleep already, she knew that their night would be peaceful and relaxing. Just as she stepped foot into the living room, Annes eyes snapped open, then closed again. She was exhausted, and Buffy knew it.

"Mama, lets watch the movie," she mumbled, reaching for her.

Buffy knew what she wanted. Smiling, she stood and put the movie in the VCR, and pressed play. She didnt trust Anne with DVDs yet, so everything was a video tape. Sitting down next to her again, she put the popcorn on the coffee table and scooped Anne up into her arms, sitting her on her lap. She instinctively curled up, finding comfort in her mothers arms.

"Mama?"

"What, princess?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course. More then anything."

Why would she ask something like that? The movie played and the trailers came on; movies from 1992 previewed. Buffy looked down at Anne and stroked her hair soothingly. She didn't understand, but figured she just wanted to be reassured. The movie itself started, and Anne opened her eyes, watching it. Buffy knew she'd wake up when the movie started. It was her favorite.

The door opened slowly, and in walked Riley, who had been unusually moody as of late. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the girls watching the movie. Once he made it to the couch, he sat down and reached to touch Annes cheek. She backed away and hid herself in her mothers arms. In a fit of rage, Riley stood and flipped over the coffee table, without saying one word. Buffy and Anne, both shocked, stared up at him, as they watched his face turn bright red.

"Why do you always do that, Anne? And you, you always let her get away with it."

"Im not going to force her to let you touch her. Obviously, she just doesn't like to be touched."

"She doesn't mind it when you touch her."

"Im her mother. And she knows I wont hurt her."

"Well, Im her father, and I wont hurt her either."

"No. You're not."

If it was possible, Riley's face got redder as his vision switched from Buffy, to Anne.

"What did you say?"

"You're not...my daddy."

"Yes I am."

"No! You're not! The Angel man is!"

Both Riley and Buffy were in slight shock. How did Anne know about Angel?

Angel. Riley despised the man and now, he despised the name. He was going to teach this kid a lesson.

With lightening fast speed, he grabbed Anne from Buffy's lap by her arms and held her up, shaking her.

"Never. Say. That. Name. Again!"

He said with each shake he gave to her small body. She was crying, and Buffy was trying to pry her out of his vice grip. Why was he so damn strong?

"Let her go, Riley! What's wrong with you?"

Tossing Anne onto the couch, he turned to Buffy and punched her square in the cheek. She flew back and landed on the ground. Anne grabbed Piggy and curled up on the corner of the couch, scared. She wanted her mother.

Buffy tried to stand, but was then kicked directly in the ribs, causing her to temporarily lose her breath. Stealing a glance at Anne to see if she was alright, she was thrown off guard, and Riley pinned her down, beginning to tear at her clothes. Why was he so much stronger then she was?

When Dawn, Willow, Tara, and Joyce found them, Buffy was trying desperately to calm Anne down. Nothing was working.

"Its ok, baby. Mommy's ok, and you're ok. See, look. Piggy wants you to know it will be ok, too."

She held the stuffed pig up and made him dance around a bit, but nothing stopped Anne from clutching onto her mother for dear life and shaking like a leaf. She was terrified. Buffy was dressed up in a long t-shirt and shorts; after her clothes got ruined she had to changed. And the worst part?

Anne watched her mother get raped.

Willow was the first to move towards the two, but when Willow made a movement to touch Anne, she started to scream, and try to get herself as close to her mother as she possibly could, to hide herself. Willow didn't understand what she did wrong. Buffy lifted Anne up and held her, to try and calm her still. She stopped screaming and just cried; her shaking never ceasing. Buffy and Willows eyes met and Buffy just shook her head. She'd explain everything later. That's when Willow noticed the huge bruise on Buffy's face.

"Oh, goddess, Buffy...I–"

"Shh."

She whispered, looking over her shoulder at Anne. She was finally asleep. Buffy gestured to Willow to follow her as Buffy carried Anne up the stairs, to Buffy's room. She knew Anne like a book; she'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night, crying for her. It'd be easier if she was already with her so she could make sure she had no nightmares. Opening the door to her bedroom, she walked in and laid Anne gently down, slipping her under the covers.

"Mommy?"

She cried, but Buffy sat down next and stroked her face, to let her know she was there with her, and she drifted right back to sleep. Once she was positive she wouldn't wake, Buffy shifted on the bed to face Willow, who was sitting in a chair across the room.

"My, goddess, Buffy what just happened? Anne never screams when I go to touch her. What did I do wrong? I..I have to make it up to her. Its just–"

"Willow, please. It wasn't you," she kept her voice in a low whisper and looked back at Anne.

She was shaking again.

"Riley. He came over and got angry when she wouldn't let him touch her."

"Touch her? How? Why?"

"I don't know. He's been acting really loony lately. And only a caress on the cheek. I don't think he'd touch her like that."

"So what did he do?"

"Stood and knocked the coffee table over."

Buffy pulled the blanket down slightly to show Willow Anne's arms. Finger-mark bruises covered each of her upper arms. All Buffy heard was a gasp. She couldn't find it in her to look at Willow; she was ashamed.

"He grabbed her and started shaking her when she refused to admit he was her daddy."

"Oh, goddess.."

"She screamed at him, 'The Angel Man is my daddy.' and we were both in shock. How does she know about Angel? I never told her about him."

"Maybe she has dreams, like you do."

"Well, maybe. She screamed that at him before he started to shake her. And she was sleeping before. Its just that–I don't know."

"Buffy, is Riley her father?"

"No. She's right. Angel is."