A/N: Welcome to Chapter One! I'm so so sorry for the wait. I had only planned to take a week or so break after the first part of the story was finished but it turned it a month plus some hiatus! My dearest apologies =] Well, with that out of the way, on to the legal stuff. I don't own Buffy, Angel or The Cullens/Twilight. Joss and Stephenie do, respectively. Onto the story! Enjoy! =]

(Buffy)

I've faced a lot of 'scary' things in my life. Demons, werewolves, angry witches, demented hell goddesses, crazy guys with guns and endless amounts of vampires.

However, today, I was more scared than I had ever been in my whole life.

It was the end of the summer. Only a couple of weeks to go before Dawn started her final year of school.

Oh, and it was also my wedding day.

Thankfully, I wasn't alone. Faith had flown in from Italy, just for me. Just for this day.

I had thought and thought about it and as the months had progressed, well, I just plain didn't like Kennedy that much. Nobody really did. Nobody but Willow. Whenever Willow had her back turned, Kennedy was constantly rude to everyone. It was to the point that Rose was actually nicer to me than her. Not by much, but still. Besides, Faith would've been uber-hurt if I had asked Kennedy and not her. She's kind of a brat like that.

We stood in Alice's room, upstairs, in the Cullen's expansive house. Willow was pretending to get along with Faith by helping with her hair, while Kennedy sat and watched. After awhile, Kennedy headed down to get her front row seat. Esme and Alice were fussing around with my dress. Rose was playing around with Dawn's makeup.

As much as Rose didn't care for me most of the time, she absolutely loved Dawn. Dawn tried not to hurt my feelings, but I knew she loved Rose just as much. And I wasn't hurt. I knew Dawn was safe with her. Probably safer than she was with me at times.

"There! I think we finally have it pinned right." Esme said.

I brought myself out of my little trance.

"How do I look?" I asked, carefully spinning around. I hadn't brought myself to look in the mirror yet.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to assess me.

"You're gorgeous, as usual." Dawn said.

I laughed. "You're not looking so bad yourself there, maid of honor."

She giggled and blushed a bit. Her usually long, light brown hair was cut just above shoulder length now. Rose had twisted it into a gorgeous updo, leaving a ringlet down on each side, to frame her face. Her makeup was light on her paler skin, which contrasted beautifully with the short, strapless dark emerald dress she wore.

My bridesmaids-Willow, Alice, Rose and Faith-wore short, strapless black dresses. All of the dresses had a bit of sparkle to them, a joke against my new family's sparkling skin. The skirts of the dresses poofed out, almost like a small tutu. What can I say? I'm a girly-girl at heart.

Esme hugged me tightly. "Your sister is right. You're absolutely gorgeous. I think my Edward may actually be rendered speechless."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, stop. I look the same as always. Just, you know, more…wedding-y."

Rose looked at me and smiled, which I have to say, is a vast improvement over the callous glares she usually sends me.

"I don't know. I think I have to agree with Esme. You look exquisite! Here, take a look in the mirror." Rose lightly grabbed my hand and led me to the full length mirror on Alice's wall.

Wow, wow woooooowwwww.

I looked so…different.

My dress was a gorgeous shade of silvery-white, with a twinge of sparkle throughout. It wasn't quite a normal wedding dress, but then again I'm not a normal bride. =]

It was long, floor length, and satiny. The front had a very deep v-neck while the bottom flowed effortlessly around my ankles. The long train started at waist length and fluttered gorgeously all the way down, thanks to Esme and Alice's pin work. The straps were thin and made up of tiny diamond-like rhinestones that criss-crossed down the entire length of my back, stopping right at the top of my waist.

Alice kept telling me that they weren't real diamonds, just rhinestones. For some reason though, I didn't really believe her.

My longer, blonde hair was left mostly down. The top part was pulled back into a gorgeous, elaborate emerald pin that Esme had let me borrow. The rest was twirled into semi-ringlets. My makeup was very light. Esme had applied some all-over foundation to help give me color, since my new lack of blood flow had made me quite a bit paler than usual. Some mascara and eyeliner finished it off.

I didn't really know what to say or how to take in my appearance. I just looked so…different. I had gotten quite used to my paler self and to see my skin with color again was just bewildering.

"Oh my good God."

I shook myself out of the daze and turned to see that Xander had entered the room. I turned away from the mirror, towards Xander, and rolled my eyes. He just stared, with his mouth hanging open. I waved my hands in front of his face.

"Earth to Xander. Come in, Xander Harris. Helloooo."

He shook his head, like he was coming out of a dream. "Oh, sorry. You just look so…" he trailed off.

"Pretty?" Willow suggested.

"Pretty hot?" Faith said, smiling at her joke.

"…Yeah…pretty. Giles is waiting for you downstairs. We're almost ready to start."

With that, he left. Willow, Dawn and I all exchanged a knowing look. Poor Xander. He was this close to marrying someone he loved, once.

Alice grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards the door.

"Okay, enough sadness. It's your wedding day for crying out loud! Happy happy happy!"

Esme linked her arm with mine and Alice held a firm grip on my hand, as if she thought I might run away. It made me smirk a little. Willow, Faith, Rose and Dawn walked down the stairs ahead of us. At the bottom, I could hear Carlisle and Giles talking softly with Emmett and Xander. Alice halted my walking on the second landing and flew down the rest of the stairs, out of my sight.

I heard her clear her throat loudly. "I assume he's out in the garden, waiting with the guests?"

Emmett snorted. "As if you didn't already know that, Al."

She ignored him. "Good. Then, without further ado, I'd like to introduce, for the last time, Miss Buffy Summers."

Apparently, that was my cue. I turned the corner and walked down the rest of the stairs. Carlisle and Giles had heartbreaking, fatherly smiles.

"How do I look?" I asked.

"Absolutely stunning." Carlisle replied, still smiling.

"Hot." Emmett said, grinning wide.

Both Rose and Alice elbowed him.

Faith laughed. "No, Emmett's right, B. Edward's totally going to melt when he sees the hotness that is you."

Giles walked over and hugged me. "I promised myself I wouldn't tear up, but seeing you in a wedding dress, getting ready to walk down that aisle, towards a life you've dreamt about…well, I'm just so happy for you. You're truly the daughter I never had, Buffy. I sincerely mean that."

I smiled and hugged back. "You're the father I never had."

I felt Giles tense up a bit. He released me from our hug.

"Yes, speaking of your father…"

Oh, right. I did actually have a father, somewhere.

"Let me guess, he didn't show?"

"He didn't even send an RSVP or anything. Not even a phone call." Dawn said.

I could hear the hurt in her voice. I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have time to worry about my father's lack of fathering. Especially when Dawn and I had two perfectly suited father-types standing right in front of us. Rupert Giles and Carlisle Cullen were more fatherly towards us than Hank Summers could-or would-ever be.

End of story.

"Okay okay! Seriously! It's a wedding! No sadness! From anybody! Jeez!" Alice said. "Now, everybody get lined up. The sun's gone down and the party lights are on. Train's moving! Let's go, people! And non-people!"

Carlisle opened the doors that led to the garden and everyone lined up into their appropriate duos and trios. My nerves started to clam up and I took several unnecessary deep breaths. Here we go…

(Edward)

The small orchestra started to play. It knocked me out of the nervous reverie I had let myself sink into.

I looked up to see my parents, Carlisle and Esme, start down the aisle. When they reached me, they took turns giving hugs. Carlisle walked up behind me, as he was going to be the one to marry us.

Esme gave me one more hug and sat down in the front row.

Rose and Jasper followed.

Next was Xander, escorting Alice on one arm and Faith on the other. I thought I could almost see Buffy, but as soon as I even attempted at looking, Alice sent me a threatening glare, followed by images of her torturing me.

Next to follow was my best man, Emmett, who was escorting Buffy's two maids of honor, Willow and Dawn.

The music changed to appropriately suit the bride. I looked up to see the most gorgeous immortal I have ever seen.

She was absolutely stunning.

A vision.

If It had been beating to begin with, my heart would've stopped. S

he walked with caution and nervously, clutching on to Giles' arm.

I heard her thoughts and quickly understood. It was her wedding and she didn't really know any of the guests. I chuckled softly to myself, making a mental note to do introductions later.

The ceremony itself went by quicker than expected. Buffy and I both had to hold back giggles at the 'till death do you part' line. I grabbed my beautiful bride by the waist and kissed her as passionately as I could in front of our guests. We turned to walk back down the makeshift aisle. I felt Buffy tense up before I heard her thoughts. Not that I heard much. They were all jumbled together, as usual. It was definitely something about one of the guests…I just wasn't sure who.

She soon must've realized I was listening in. Her thoughts quickly switched to…pizza?

I chuckled softly to myself. She looked up at me peculiarly, playing the 'I don't know what you're laughing at' part very well.

"Pizza?" I whispered.

She opened her mouth to say something but we were ambushed by well-wishing guests. Carlisle and Esme took Buffy and Dawn in long hugs, welcoming them both to the family, officially. Many of Carlisle's friends were coming up and expressing their fondest wishes to us. I introduced Buffy to everyone as best as I could.

I loved-correction, love-calling her my wife.

A few hours had gone by and our reception was in full swing. Buffy and I were seated at a table with Giles, Carlisle and Carlisle's oldest friend, Alistair. They were rejoicing in tales of old and modern England, while Buffy and I sat listening and snickering quietly at them.

Suddenly, two agitating 'voices' popped into my head. I recognized them immediately as Angel and Spike. I tried to not let my annoyance show, but a small, angry sigh slipped out.

Buffy (and everyone else) seemed to notice my apparent dislike.

"Something troubling you, lad?" Alistair said, in a disapproving tone.

I must've disrupted one of his stories. I put on a charmingly fake smile.

"No, sir. I just noticed my big oaf of a brother making a fool of himself. If you'll excuse me for just a few moments, I'll be right back." I quietly lied.

Buffy started to get up from the table as well, but I put my hands on her shoulders to keep her seated.

"Edward, what-"

I smiled to keep her calm and unaware. "I'll be back in a few minutes, love. It's just Emmett. Nothing more, nothing less."

I absolutely loathed lying to her.

It felt like there was acid rising throughout me, waiting to burn, scorn and punish me for the tacky little lie.

She just couldn't know about Angel and Spike lurking in the shadows. I had a feeling that the entire reception would turn into a bloodbath if she found out.

I walked past Alice and silently told her to go over and casually sit down with Buffy, to keep her distracted. I tapped Emmett on the shoulder and had him and Jasper follow me away from the tented reception area, towards the forest.

The way we had entered put us directly behind Angel and Spike. I stopped walking and looked up to see them standing about fifty feet up the top of a large oak tree. We didn't have to say anything; they noticed our arrival and jumped down.

We were all quiet for a few moments, unsure of each other's intentions.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

I wanted to keep this as civil as possible.

Angel cleared his throat. "We were just out for a walk."

"Out for a walk? From California to Washington? Up a tree?" I questioned.

"It's a free country, mate." Spike glared.

"Buffy didn't invite either of you for a reason."

Angel stayed silent.

"Yeah, well, maybe Buffy forgot to send them. Or maybe they got lost in the mail. Or…maybe she did write them out and someone got a wee bit jealous and didn't send them."

"I'm not positive that either of you remember all stuff that happened in Italy or not, but that would be the reason neither of you were invited, by her. Now, if you don't mind, you're trespassing on Cullen property. And I'd like to get back to my wife. Kindly leave."

I emphasized 'my' purposely.

Emmett, Jasper and I turned to leave when Spike responded. "You know, you don't deserve her. She's too good for you. She's too good for all of us."

I whirled around and lunged at Spike. I grabbed him by the throat. A large growl escaped my lips.

"You're going to leave here. You're going to leave Buffy alone, until she chooses to invite you back into her life. She chose me and I'm the luckiest man, vampire-whatever, in the world because of it. I'm well aware that she's better than I am. I will not let either of you make her unhappy and I most certainly will not go through the rest of eternity with the both of you following us like puppies, bickering and complaining all the time. Got it?"

Spike had his demon face out, presumably from the amount of pressure I was applying on his jugular. Angel just looked annoyed. Whether it was at me or Spike, I'm not sure.

Spike started to laugh. I pushed down harder.

"If I catch either of you following us again-"

Spike laughed harder. "Gonna kill us, mate? The missus wouldn't like that too much."

"I'll tell Buffy your little secret myself."

They both looked at me quizzically.

"I know you've moved here. I know that you've both been out, stalking her every move at night. It ends now. Or else."

Thanks to Alice, I had that little bit of news to hopefully keep pinned over their heads. For at least a little while, anyway.

Spike pushed farther. "Or else what?"

"I'm well aware that Buffy still has some kind of feelings for both of you. It's not a commitment sort of love...it's more of a gratitude-love. However, please don't make the mistake of thinking that I will not kill either of you, because I will. I don't want to hurt Buffy that way, but if either of you keep pushing her and hurting her, I swear that I'll drive a stake through your hearts. Leave her alone. Stop with the stalkings. Do I make myself clear?"

Spike laughed, again. "I think you're bluffing." I kneed him as hard as I could, in the stomach and tossed him back into a tree.

Angel still didn't say anything, he just glared at me.

"Now, if you gentleman don't mind, I have a wife and a party to get back to. Good evening."

(Buffy)

Edward had said a few minutes.

It had been at least fifteen.

I knew that the Emmett spiel was totally bogus. And I knew that Alice was sent over to…baby-sit me, for a lack of a better term.

I decided to play his little game for now. But later…oh yes, later was a completely different ball game.

Finally, a few minutes later, he came back over towards the table. Jasper was right behind him, stealing Alice back away.

Meaning, that wherever Edward had gone, Jasper, and most likely Emmett, had gone with him.

"Ahh, Edward! How nice of you to come back and join us! Your new bride is quite enchanting, dare I say." Alistair said.

Personally, I didn't really care for him. None of these vampires, really. They all had crimson red eyes. AKA they ate people.

And as far as they knew, I was a live, living, breathing human. They didn't know I was immortal. They certainly didn't know I was the Slayer.

We conveniently left that off of the invitations.

Edward smiled, but didn't sit. "Yes, she most certainly is. I'm afraid I won't be re-joining you though. I've come to steal my lovely wife away for a dance or two."

I relished at my chance to be semi-alone with Edward. Maybe he would tell me what was going on.

Probably not, but it was still worth a try.

That, and all the talk of jolly old England at the table was actually close to boring me to death. (Hehehehehe)

Edward held out his hand and I placed mine into his. As soon as I stood up, we were twirling off onto the dance floor.

I really hadn't danced that much with Edward. We had danced our traditional first dance together.

And that was it.

Giles was the first to cut in, followed by Carlisle. The dance that I had with Xander was relatively short and awkward.

The last time we had danced together was when I was all 'bitch-of-the-month' after the Master. Xander didn't get 'bitch-of-the-month' Buffy. Xander got a sexy dance at The Bronze.

Hence the awkward.

Jasper, sensing the awkwardness, cut in. Emmett cut in shortly after Jasper.

Needless to say, this time around, it felt good to be in Edward's arms again.

Even if he was lying to me about something.

We twirled silently around the dance floor. I was just biding my time. I kept my thoughts simple and clean. I let Edward take complete control of the dance as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Tired, love?"

I laughed. "Not remotely. Just taking it all in. Savoring the moment."

He laughed softly and kissed me on the forehead. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"I know the whole Emmett thing was just a spiel. What's going on? Is it the Vol-"

"Not here." he interrupted.

"Okay." I answered, simply.

I could settle for that. At least he was planning on telling me, maybe.

We danced in silence for a few more moments, until Edward stopped abruptly.

"May I cut in?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

I lifted my head from Edward's shoulder and opened my eyes. Standing next to Edward, was literally one of the last people I ever expected to see on my wedding day.

Special Agent Riley Finn.