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STORYLINE: ANGELUS COMES BACK FOR BUFFY, SOMETIME IN SEASON 4, YOU COME UP WITH YOUR OWN REASON!
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I feel her long before I smell her.
That's always how it goes. I think we're joined on some basic, primal level. She's coursing through my veins, burning me from the inside out.
And I hate her for it. I hate that she can do this. Crawl under my skin, and torment me, bringing me as much pain as she does ecstasy.
I want her. I will find her.
Soon enough, I do. She is sitting in Precious Memories Cemetery, not too far from the looming mansion Spike, Dru and I called home not so long ago. Her back is up against a tombstone.
Her large hulking boyfriend is with her. He is sitting beside her. Too close.
My eyes fixate on his arm, which is wrapped protectively around her waist. Like she needs protection. She is strong. She can handle herself. Against everyone except me.
She is stunning. Her blonde hair is let down, and it flows down seductively over her shoulders. Just the way I like it.
Her cheeks are flushed. Whether it is from fighting or kissing, I don't know. The second option makes me grind my teeth.
Her boyfriend hasn't moved, he's still happily chattering her ear off, while she stares off into space, an expression of discontent on her beautiful face.
She can feel me too. Good.
She knows I'm coming, and she just sits there waiting for me to make my way across the cemetery to her.
Her boyfriend is oblivious to the peril he is in. He doesn't even notice the distressed look on my lover's face.
He'll know soon enough. No one plays with my toys, and Buffy belongs to me.
Mine.
Soon, I stand before them, and the boy finally shuts up to look up at me.
"Uh, Hi…?" He trails off into a question. I ignore him and just glare viciously.
If looks could kill, that one would have done it.
"Hello, Love." I see her eyes squeeze shut, like she thinks if she pretends it's not happening then everything will just go away. Unfortunately for her and G.I. Joe, that's not the case.
Then she opens her eyes, and stands up, a resigned look on her face, with the little soldier boy quick to follow. She brushes away the hand he offers.
Good girl. She knows I'm here to claim her.
Her eyes flash back and forth from me to him. She doesn't know what I'm going to do now.
What I'm going to do it take her away. I can deal with the boyfriend later. He'll wish he'd never laid eyes on her. But for now, she's all I care about.
"Who are you?" G.I. Joe asks.
"Yes," Buffy asks, "Who are you?" I catch the double meaning to her words. She knows in her heart of hearts that I'm not Angel. But she has to ask.
I smile.
"I think you know the answer to that, darling."
"I do," she concedes with a sigh.
"Well, Buffy, who is this?" the boy asks her, a frown on his face.
"Riley, this is Angel."
"Not quite, lover, but you're close."
Riley looks confused. Not surprising that she hasn't told him about me. Shame, perhaps?
"What do you want, Angelus?" She asks.
I pull her against my chest with an arm around her waist.
"You, lover. Only you."
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