Angelus looked at the slayer as she slept. He admired her curved cheekbones, shapely eyebrows, and golden hair. He longed to see her eyes open and stare at him in terror, but he knew that he must wait a few more minutes. As he had told Spike, to kill this slayer, you had to love her. And Angelus did love her, in his own twisted way. She was what had gotten rid of his pesky soul, and he had to thank her for it. He just wasn't sure how. What he really wanted to do was drain her body of every delicious drop of blood, and his demonic features flashed across his face. With great effort, he controlled himself, and his human face reappeared. Angelus decided that it was time to wake Buffy. Maybe he would change her. It might be handy to have a slayer as an ally, especially one so good in bed. No slayer had been changed for thousands of years. Angelus reached out and cupped Buffy's cheek in his hand. Then he leaned over and kissed her roughly. Buffy awoke with a start, and he replaced his lips with his hand, forcing her to stay silent. "I will not hurt you tonight slayer." He said softly. He ran his hand down her face. Buffy shivered with fear. Angelus leaned over and kissed her again. She stayed very still, and he nipped her lip with his teeth. He slid his fingers around her neck, pulling her hair away. He felt her stiffen under him, and he smiled. He loved the way her fear smelled. Angelus dipped his head and nuzzled the slayer's neck. He saw her close her eyes, and a tear slipped down her cheek. As the night went on, Angelus made her want him. He forced her body to arch under his fingers, he made her moan with sadness. He crushed her to him and pushed her away. He forced her eyes to open as he made her his, and he knew that she wanted him, the murderer of her love. And because of this, Angelus smiled and made her scream in pleasure.