Hey guys,

This story has been in the works for about two or three months and will most definitely be compleated. I made sure that I had the whole plot planned out and at this point in time have nearly completed the story. I made an mistake posting Blindness without any real idea of where the plot was going and now it is on hiatus unfortunately. It was a beginner's mistake and i hope anyone very fond of it can forgive me. I will definitely return to it at some point in the future but it will be at least a few months. Again, thanks for your patience.

-Sinangeled

Prologue

Cordelia Chase was pissed off, tired, embarrassed, and jealous. That was her only defense. That and the fact that she didn't have any idea that her damned wish would actually come true. Honestly, people made wishes all the time and they never came true. So why did that freaky demon have to be listening to her?

The freaky demon, for her part, was just bored. Anyaka thought that Cordelia was one of the most irritating and shallow mortals she had ever met. By the time she actually made her wish it didn't even have anything to do with the mortal boy who had scorned her, but rather a girl she was jealous of. Anyaka didn't care at that point, she was desperate to get away from Sunnydale. So when Cordelia Chase said "I wish that I was the Slayer and that you were just some vampire I needed to kill!" to one Buffy Summers….

Anyaka said "Done."

Cordelia opened her eyes to find an irate Giles, peering down anxiously at her through his glasses.

"Giles!" she exclaimed.

"Ah, Cordelia, good, you are feeling better now I presume?"

"Well yeah, now that I'm not unconscious, I mean, honestly…" the brunette Slayer trailed off as her Watcher gave her a stern look. It was no secret that Rupert Giles was unhappy to have Cordelia as his charge. But unfortunately he found her extremely irritating while she liked to complain how he ruined her social life.

They were an unlikely pair, this Slayer and Watcher, but this was the hellmouth and there were no other options. They would have to save humanity.

Because humanity needed saving.

The Scourge of Europe glanced over at his consort. His eyes trailed over her body approvingly. She was a gorgeous, gorgeous, creature and she was his. He savored the possessive feelings that ran through him and anticipated the arrival of the night. They were headed to Sunnydale to take over the Aurelius clan and dispose of the Master and he was greatly anticipating the fun that they would have while they were there.

His mate was looking out the sun-proof windows of their car watching the sun inch closer to the horizon.

"We are going to have. So. Much. Fun" she said. He grinned broadly. His mate was in a particularly vicious mood at that moment. After that mob in Prague had nearly killed Drusilla and he and Spike had killed them all without Buffy she had been desperate for an outlet for her rage. Sunnydale should be perfect for them.

"It's a party," sighed Dru. "A wonderful wonderful party. And the Slayer is the cause of it all. She made her birthday wish and now we can blow out the candles"

" 'S lovely pet," said Spike, "But what does it mean, my plum?" Drusilla shivered. Spike sighed and shifted his body slightly in the backseat of the car to get a better look at Buffy.

"Any of those pesky left over prophetic dreams, love?" he asked pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. Buffy glowered at him.

"No" she snapped. "And put those away. Once that smoke gets in the fabric it'll never come out and then we'll be stuck with the stench eu de Spike for the rest of eternity."

Buffy was unhappy Angelus noted with a little smirk. That was okay with him. Though he naturally wanted his mate to be happy, there was some absolutely mind blowing sex that ensued when she was thisclose to ripping his balls off. He pushed a little harder on the accelerator as he smoothly maneuvered the car up the road to the mansion that he intended to occupy.

It was very very good to be him.

Reviews are most helpful thank you. Especially criticism. Writing is a process, ergo, it demands feedback. Muchas Gracias Chicos!