Okay, so this chapter is a little soft so bear with me. Angelus is still a cocky, rough, meanie-weenie head. But I'm trying to make this story show how he can't hurt her. It's a little different, I know, but I just really like this whole Angel/Angelus thing. And the story is in the third season, but I am trying to focus more on them, than the exact time, because I'm going to change a few things here and there, nothing big. Just leave out some things from the third season and focus more on their relationship. I hope you all enjoy !

Kaila G.


"Buffy? Are you alright?" Giles asked, looking at the young slayer, who looked quite zoned out.

"What? Oh, sorry, Giles. I was just... thinking." Buffy replied, giving a weak smile.

"Everything's okay? Is ... Angel okay?" He asked quietly. Buffy went slightly wide eyed, as she did when she lied or became nervous.

"Yea, he's fine. All good and Angel-ly." She lied with a smile.

"Very well then." He said, burying his face into a book.

"I was thinking of going out and doing a little slayer work with Angel tonight." She said.

"Yes, of course. Be on the look out for anything out of the ordinary." Giles said, looking up from his book.

"Giles, my world is out of the ordinary." Buffy commented as she walked out of the library. But she knew what he meant. Vampires up to no good, meant no good things were going to be put into action. She shook her head.

The sky was darkening, and the air was almost cool. Buffy felt good as she walked, except one thing that was on her mind. Angelus. She had so many questions. Her thoughts wondered, as she kept walking. Suddenly, she felt as though someone was following her. She looked around. Something caught her eye to the left of the sidewalk. She squinted slightly, then smiled.

"Hello kitty," she called out softly, as a black cat slinked across a lawn. It looked up for a moment, before continuing on its way. Buffy kept walking, getting closer to the cemetery, when she heard a snicker. Her instinct kicked in, but it was too late. Two arms were around her, and lips near her ear.

"Hello, lover." Angelus grinned against her ear, and she shivered. He loosened his grip, and she turned to face him.

"You can't do that! I could've staked you!" Buffy fussed loudly, pushing his shoulder hard.

"You wouldn't have. I can stop you." Angelus said with a cocky tone.

"Don't press your luck." Buffy mumbled. Angelus grabbed her arm roughly, and pulled her toward him. He looked into her eyes for a moment, before smirking and then kissing her. She returned his kiss, putting her arms around him. Angelus pressed against her, pulling her body hard against him. She moaned slightly.

"Angel..." She whispered against his lips.

"Not me." He said, before kissing her again. His hand snaked its way up her back, to the back of her neck to her hair line. He grabbed her hair and pulled slightly. Buffy stopped kissing him and jerked her head back.

"What is it, that you're trying to do?" Buffy asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Is it working?" He scoffed.

"Maybe." She played back.

"Let's go back to my place." He said, that wicked smile on his face.

"How do I know that you won't take over Angel for good? If we do that." Buffy asked, looking at him, eyes still narrowed.

"What? Have sex?" He said loudly.

"Sex? Who's sexing?" Xander's voice rang out. Buffy turned to see him and Willow walking up. Oh, no.

"Xander and Willow..." Angelus said wickedly. Willow's head snapped up, staring at him strangely. Buffy smacked him. He looked at her incredulously. He said, "Hey guys," with a fake smile, and an over-doing it tone. Buffy glared at him for a moment, then turned to her friends.

"We were just talking about... uh... you know, how people are in high school. Nasty people." Buffy tried to cover.

"Ohhh." Willow said, staring at Angelus, or who she thought was Angel.

"Yea, guys, patrol is over, I'm going over to Angel's place so we can talk about what we're going to do about all this upcoming... uh... stuff." Buffy rambled slightly.

"Well okay. Xander and I will just go back to the library for a while and crack some books." Willow said with her signature smile.

"We will?" Xander asked, sounding disappointed.

"Yes sir-ee." Willow grinned at Buffy. Buffy grinned back, as she watched her two best friends turn and walk away.

"I don't like him." Angelus mumbled. Buffy almost burst into laughter.

"I figured." She said.

"Angel doesn't particularly care for him either. I'd like to watch him ble-"

"Okay Mister Big Evil," Buffy glared, "enough." He looked at her before turning and walking away. When she didn't follow he turned back toward her.

"You coming, or what?" He huffed.

"I guess so." She mumbled. How could she say no? They walked in silence until they were at Angel's place. Once inside, he grabbed her roughly and shoved her against the wall with a loud thud. His lips were on hers instantly, and she was returning his kiss. He picked her up, and with vampire like speed, he threw her onto the bed and was over her. Kissing her. Pulling at her shirt. She caught him off guard, flipped him onto his back quickly, and was on top of him. She was glaring once again.

"How do I know?" She asked, her face so close to his, that their lips were touching. "How do I know that you aren't tricking me into making Angel lose his soul again, to you?"

"Because I love you." Angelus whispered against her lips. Did he really just say that? Angelus just said he loved her... Something inside of Buffy told her that he didn't mean it. She closed her eyes, and kissed him.

"I can't do this with you. You're not him." Buffy said, after breaking the kiss.

"But I am." He said, head cocked. Well, he did have a point. The only difference between them was Angelus's wicked smile and the way he acted. Buffy sighed.

"I love Angel... You... are a different story." Buffy said, raising an eyebrow.

"Then why do you kiss me?" Angelus asked, eyes lit up.

"I... Because..." Buffy struggled for an answer.

"Exactly. Buff, Angel and I, we are each other. You love him, you love me." He had that wicked grin on his face again. Buffy wanted to smack him again.

"Fine. Show me you love me, then." She challenged. The grin on his face faltered to a smile, but only momentarily. He grabbed her around the waist, but more gentle this time. He layed her down, and looked down at her. Without saying a word, he began kissing her. Slowly at first, then roughly.

He let his lips move away from hers, and trail kisses down her neck, niping at her skin with his teeth. She took in a breath sharply. He smiled against her neck. He started removing her clothes, watching her squirm slightly at the self concious discomfort she felt. Angelus shook his head.

"What?" Buffy asked softly.

"You're so fucking sexy." He replied, staring at her body. She blushed. He chuckled, and kissed her again, before starting to remove his own clothes.

"Angelus." She whispered. He looked at her, his hands at the bottom of his shirt. She sat up, and moved toward him. Buffy grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. She put her hands on his bare chest, and gazed into his eyes.

"Okay, enough of this sappy shit." He barked, before grabbing her. She giggled slightly at his impatience. He removed the rest of his clothes, and was hovering over her once again. He taunted her. "Do you want me?"

"Yes." She replied simply. That wicked glint was back in his eyes. Once again, his hand found the hair at the back of her neck. He lowered his face down to her neck, and bit down, as he entered her. She drew in a breath sharply. He looked at her. She stared back. Knowing she was okay, he rocked against her.

Buffy's doubt faded away as he moved against her, his hands grabbing at her body roughly. She raked her hands down his shoulders, leaving scratch mark, after scratch mark. Right before the pleasure hit, she grabbed his face, and kissed him, letting her sounds escape into him. He smiled against her lips, returning the kiss. After a few seconds, he rolled off of her, and sprawled across his side of the bed, on his back. Buffy moved over to him, and snuggled against him. He looked down at her, a strange look upon his face. But he didn't move away.

"I thought you were a killer. You tried to kill me before." Buffy dug for answers, as she layed beside him, head on his chest. He grunted.

"I could have if I wanted to." He mumbled.

"Yea, okay. But why didn't you?" She pressed.

"Because the Angel part of me loves you." He admitted. Buffy smiled, and begin to feel sleepy.

"Yea? Well I love him too."