AN: a little parodie of the night in which Angelus made this painting of Buffy.oh, of course none of the characters belongs to me.although that would be a goodwish for my next birthday...
Buffy couldn't sleep at all. Her thoughts were all about Angel. No, Angelus. She still had to remind herself to that. Her boyfriend was dead now, and only left was this monster. This monster she had to kill. Suddenly she heard a noise. A mutter, and something that sounded like „Where is this damn yellow?" Buffy jumped off her bed, took a stake and turned on the light in one move. Then she stopped. And her jaw fell open. Before her on the floor sat Angelus, a paper in front of him and all around him little pots with finger-painting.
AN: ok, i so can't think of any cool line to say R&R in a different way