Three and a Half Hours Later

Lobby

"Am I the only one who's deeply terrified of the Slayer coming?" Lorne broke the awkward silence in the lobby.

All eyes lifted from their books, magazines and weaponry and fell on the demon.

Lorne sunk deeper into the red couch seat with embarrassment, "I guess so…"

Impatient with anticipation, Connor paced back and forth. For the last two hours, Wesley had been explaining what a Vampire Slayer was and her relationship with the soulless demon in the basement below.

"Are you sure she can take on Angelus?" Connor asked for the seventh time.

Wesley looked up from the pages in his book with slight annoyance. "Yes," he answered. "Buffy is more than capable of taking on Angelus."

Connor's frown deepened still not entirely convinced of this 'Vampire Slayer'. He's never seen a Slayer in his young life. But from all that Wesley had described this 'Vampire Slayer', she sounded more like a little girl's fairytale about 'Girl Power' than an actual warrior for Good.

Gunn twisted the axe in his hand and eyed the front door. "Where is she?" Gunn looked around as he set the axe back on the hook in the weapons cabinet. "It's been like three hours, man. Time is running out."

"Perhaps there was traffic," Fred answered looking up from the computer screen to Gunn.

Gunn caught her eyes for a moment and softly smiled at her.

"Perhaps she got hit by a bus." Cordelia snidely mocked. She held a fashion magazine in her hands pretending to be reading it. She ignored the eyes of the room which fell on her.

As if on cue, the hotel's front door softly opened and closed without anyone noticing. She walked down the steps and crossed the wide lobby floor until reaching the Investigation Team. She raised a brow surprised at the group, who were evidently oblivious to her arrival. Tilting her head to the side, watching the group, her arms crossed over her chest and cleared her throat finally gaining the room's attention.

"Buffy!" Wesley said startled to see the petite blonde haired Slayer standing in front of him.

"Jeez, I thought I was going to have to tap-dance to get your attention." Buffy quipped with a slight smile that never made it fully across her face.

Connor turned to the soft breathless voice. He froze to where he stood unable to blink his eyes away from the beautiful face in front of him. A strange feeling washed over him. It was a feeling he had never felt before. He could not describe it. He sensed a strange, yet familiar aura haloing the Vampire Slayer. Connor had sensed that aura before but couldn't put his finger on it. A tightening swirl in the pit of his chest released a fluttering sensation of butterflies. He felt drawn to her.

His eyes tore from her attractive face and ran over her petite slim frame. She's small. He concluded, his eyes lingering over her thin fingers combing through long softly curled hair. And she's the only one who could defeat Angelus? Seriously? Connor had some serious doubts about that.

From the side, Cordelia watched Connor's strange immediate reaction towards the blonde haired woman. Not you too! Ugh! What the hell is it with these men? Cordelia furiously folded her arms across her chest.

"How are things in Sunnydale?" Wesley awkwardly tried to engage the Vampire Slayer in small talk though he saw no need for it.

"Tense. Where is he?" Buffy got straight to the point of her impromptu visit to Los Angeles. Her patience was short when no one answered her question. She became visibly agitated, "I don't have time to play Clue, where is he?" Buffy asked again, this time with an unmistakable firmness.

Wesley stood tall and replied pointing his finger into the direction of the basement door, "He's in the basement."

Buffy nodded her head and started towards the basement door across the lobby. She wrapped her hand around the doorknob when she looked back at the curious group, "It's best if we're not disturbed... under any circumstance." With that said, Buffy opened the door and closed it behind her following by lockings its bolt lock.

Basement

Seemingly unmoved by the eerily cold and damp basement, Buffy walked down the steps. Her Slayer senses were travelling through her like wildfire. The presence of an Evil demon was evident in the room.

She reached the bottom step and noticed a red blinking light in the corner of the ceiling. Buffy reached up to the camera and turned it off, blocking the view for the people up above. When she said, no disturbances, she had meant it.

Whatever was going to happen between her and the vampire in the cage, it was to stay strictly between them.

"Now I leave this cottage lowly,

Where my love hath made her home,

And with silent footstep slowly"

His deep voice broke through the darkness reaching Buffy's ears. Buffy slowly moved across the damp cool floor moving closer to the cage. A small smile played across her lips as she listened to the sweet familiar poem.

"Through the darksome forest roam.

Luna breaks through oaks and bushes,

Zephyr hastes her steps to meet,"

Angelus emerged from the black shadows, stepping under the dim dangling lightbulb. His long fingers touched together. Firmly on Buffy's face was Angelus' unmoving gaze.

"And the waving birch-tree blushes,

Scattering round her incense sweet."

For a moment, neither of them uttered a word. The ex-lovers stared at one another, almost as if they were sizing each other up. But really, they were basking in the sight of seeing each other again.

"Hello, lover." A thin smile tugged at Angelus' lips. He ran his dark eyes over her. She was better than his vivid memory. He noted that she had grown up quite beautifully since he last saw her. Her hair was longer; falling over her shoulders in gentle waves. Her eyes seemed darker like she had seen too much in her young life. Her sweet innocence he once knew no longer existed. "Beautiful," Angelus whispered with much approval.

"You got me here." Buffy stepped forward stopping at the redline. "Why?"

"I wanted to see you," Angelus said rubbing the back of his neck with false boyish charm.

"I know. I received the phone call and I wanna know why?"

Angelus stepped to the bars of the cell and grasped his hands around the metal bars and said with a purring voice, "Because Buf… You. Complete. Me." His words were thick with sarcasm.

"Touching," Buffy quipped with an eye-roll quickly losing her patience.

"Awe, none of that." Angelus chuckled and pressed his pelvis against the bars showing her the outline of his hardon cock strained against the material of his trousers. "Look what you do to me." His eyes fell over her body. Underneath the long black leather coat, she wore a form-fitting black V-neck top and a pair of matching pants with boots. "Did you get all dressed up for me?" The vampire's smile widened. "You're making me hard all over. Tell me, Buf, what does your boyfriend—Oh, What's-His-Name—What does he say, when you dress like a slut? Hm?" He could feel the heat radiating off of her body. He yearned to run his tongue over the exposed skin of her cleavage and suck the smooth flesh of her neck bearing his mark.

Buffy lifted her eyes from his cock to his face. "Oh, he doesn't seem to mind." Her hardened expression softened when she said, "But I'll let you know after he takes them off and fucks me."

Just like that, Angelus' arousal came to screeching halt. He gripped his hands around the cell bars and rattled them livid at the thought of another man touching what was his. "I will kill that motherfucker! No one touches you! You are mine!" He whirled around taking a wooden chair and hurled it across the cage. The wooden chair shattered into pieces against the stone wall.

Buffy patiently watched his childish tantrum. She released a heavy breath and tapped the toe of her boot waiting for him to finish. Though outwardly, Buffy appeared to be unfazed by his dramatic outburst of jealousy, internally she was greatly satisfied.

There were very few things Buffy enjoyed when her ex-was soulless. The one thing she did rather enjoy was when Angel was soulless, he's much more open and animated with his feelings and thoughts. There weren't any barriers holding him back when he expressed himself—no matter outlandish his moods were, Buffy didn't have to work so hard to catch a mere glimpse of his thoughts.

Angelus threw himself against the bars with a growl, "You are mine, Buffy!" His dark eyes flashed a golden hue of his demon inside. "You should know better!" He shouted at her through gritted teeth.

"Well, you should've thought about that before you left, Angelus." Buffy retorted not even a little bit intimidated by his violent eruption.

Angelus had noticed the lack of fear behind those large green eyes of hers. This took him by surprise. No longer, could he create terrified fear in her. It was a vast difference from the young High School girl he had met only a few short years before. It only made him angrier to know that she had faced Evil that had been far worse than he. At the same time, he admired her striking power and maturity. It was exactly what a woman of Angelus' calibre needed. Confidence is key. He reminded himself.

"C'mere," he firmly ordered, pointing his finger downward.

Buffy did not move a muscle. She cocked a highbrow and folded her arms across her chest.

"I said… Come. Here." Angelus commanded once more.

Releasing a breath of mild boredom, Buffy stepped forward, past the red safety line. Her arms still folded over her chest, she was now at arms reach of the Master Vampire.

Slowly, Angelus reached his hand out between the bars. With the tips of his fingers, he ran a ghostly light touch down the exposed skin of her neck and chest. He traced a line over her breastbone. Her skin was scorching hot under his fingertips. It was an addictive sensation Angelus always had whenever he touched her.

"You were sent here to get me to talk about the Beast," Angelus said and shifted his eyes to her face. A low smirk crossed his lips catching her faint smile already seated across her beautiful face. "But you don't care about that. The Beast is the absolute last thing on your mind. In fact, you wouldn't have come here at all, if I hadn't lost my soul. Is that correct?"

"You're not wrong," Buffy said truthfully.

"Did you know, Angel has been itching to fuck Cordelia?" Angelus watched her face carefully. Her stonewall expression did not flinch. "Before that, Angel was fucking around with Darla. You remember her?" Still, her expression did not change. This only infuriated him more so. He continued, "When they ripped the soul from his body, he imagined Cordy under him, giving him pleasure. How does it feel to know he's moved on from you? He left you for another human to fuck. Perhaps if you had more practice…" he cruelly teased her, "… But you were just so… forgettable."

Buffy narrowed her eyes at him. She took a small step forward and whispered, "Forgettable and yet, here you are still talking about it." Buffy arched a manicured brow, knowing she had boxed him into a corner.

"I never said that I forgot." Angelus licked his lips and ran a hand down his chest. "I remember perfectly well of how your hot, wet heat surrounded me. The way your skin felt under my fingers when I touched you. The way you moaned my name when you came." Angelus reached out his hand to her. His fingers gently wrapped around her hand and unravelled it from their crossed position. He guided her hand down to his cock strained in his trousers. "You feel that, Buf?" He rubbed her hand over himself. Angelus watched her face carefully. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. He could hear the swift beat of her heart hasten. "I never forgot about you."

A lingering scent entered Angelus' nostrils. He opened his eyes, focusing on her face, "What's that smell?" He sniffed the air. Angelus tugged her hand forward, putting her off of her balance. She caught herself and broke free from his tight grasp. "I know that scent…" he took a deep breath of the air and tried to place the familiar scent when it dawned on him. Angelus opened his eyes glaring down at her. "Why the fuck do you smell like Spike?" He felt the anger rise in his chest.

Buffy did not respond which only infuriated Angelus. "What the fuck have you been doing, Buffy?" He gripped the bars and growled. "Tell me!" Angelus demanded, rattling the cell bars.

"While you've been daydreaming about screwing Cordelia and stooping yourself to Darla… I've been sleeping with Spike." She crassly admitted hiding any hint of remorse she actually felt during those months of her seedy affair with Spike.

Angelus stared at her with disbelief for what felt like centuries. Buffy felt his anger reach its boiling point despite his eery silence.

Suddenly he erupted. Angelus morphed into his demonic face and roared, "You fucking cunt!" He rattled the cage bars. "You treacherous whore!" He threw his fists against the stone wall cracking it. "Fucking bitch! How dare you betray me!"

Once again, Buffy found herself standing patiently waiting for Angelus' tantrum to subside. She knew this one was going to take a bit longer. Buffy took a deep breath and looked down at her fingernails, inspecting her cuticles as he continued on shouting obscenities at her.

"Get in here so I can teach you a lesson, Slayer!" Angelus growled holding the bars with bloody hands.

"Say pretty please." Buffy fired back unafraid.

"Don't push me! You are a fucking whore." Angelus growled trying to control his rage.

Buffy smirked at the backless threat and sat back on her heels, "Enough of this, Angel. I need something from you."

"Yes, a good and proper spanking," Angelus raked his eyes over her with a snarl.

"I'm serious." She was finished with these games of his. She had come here for a reason and it was time to get it over and done. She had too much going on in her own life to be trotting along in her ex-boyfriend's. "I don't have a lot of time. So I need you to cooperate. You have two hours then I'm gone with or without the information."

Angelus visibly calmed from his fierce temper. His face morphed back to his human disguise. He folded his arms across his chest and said, "No. I will not say a fucking thing until you do something for me."

"Ugh, what now?" Buffy rolled her eyes not in the mood to play games.

"I want you to come into the cage." His demand was simple and straightforward.

Buffy pursed her lips together for a moment then abruptly turned away from the vampire. She moved to the basement to three pegs nailed into the stone wall. Buffy took the set of keys from the second peg and went back to the cage.

She stood at the door and eyed Angelus for a moment. "Step away." Buffy calmly ordered.

Angelus held up his hands in defence then stuffed them into the pockets of his trousers complying with her order. He stepped away and from the cage entry with a very pleased smile dancing across his mouth.

Shifting his weight to his heels, Angelus made a careful assessment of the young Vampire Slayer. He had forgotten how small she was. But he by no means underestimates her, especially now. He could feel her power radiating from her body and it sent a shiver down his spine. She's a perfect fit for you. Darla and the others could never compare to my little Slayer. Angelus tilted his head to the side watching her. Yes, he was thoroughly enjoying this mature version of his ex-lover.

Buffy closed the case behind her and faced Angelus with a seemingly bored expression etched into her beautiful features. "Okay, I'm in the cage. Now tell me about the Beast so I can go."

Angelus did not respond. He slowly circled around her as if she was his prey. He growled when he faced her. His tall height towered over but he knew that meant nothing to his Slayer. If she wanted to, she'd take him down in a heartbeat.

"You reek." The words were sour from his lips.

"You vampires… did anybody ever tell you that the whole smelling everybody thing is a little gross?" She scrunched her nose with disgust.

Angelus' hand flew out and clenched around Buffy's neck. He brought her closer into his body. "You will never be unfaithful to me again, Buffy."

Taken back by his audacity, Buffy pulled his hand from around her neck and shoved him away. Angelus staggered backwards and slammed back against the cage bars. "You lost any right to me the moment you walked away."

Angelus snarled with hatred. He pushed himself from against the bars and attacked the Slayer. Buffy stepped out of his way watching him crash straight into the stone wall. He turned shifting to his demonic features.

Buffy tilted her head to the side appearing utterly bored. Though she stood casually, she was more than prepared for his oncoming attacks.

Angelus went ahead and threw powerful punches which were easily blocked. Buffy grabbed his collar and pulled him down towards her; ramming his face straight into her knee. With a roar of frustration, Angelus swarmed her with a stampede of powerful attacks.

As the fight drew on, it had come abundantly clear to Angelus, that this was definitely not the same Slayer he fought five years ago. She didn't need a weapon to fight him. She was more than powerful enough to use her bare hands. Nor would she feel a bit conflicted if she had to kill him. Angelus had a feeling she'd stake him without even a bat of an eye.

A slow grin crossed his demonic face, flashing his sharp fangs. His entire body felt aroused with desire when her body pressed against his. His malice anger from her steamy affair with his Grand-Childe started to become a thing of the past as the fight drew on. Only did his Slayer get him so riled up. He could smell her sweet and powerful blood pumping through her veins. He could almost taste her arousal from where he stood; blocking her attacks. The heat of her body hugged around his deadened body.

Enough! Angelus extended his hand and wrapped it around the back of Buffy's head. Her blonde hair felt beautifully silky between his long fingers. He pulled her into his body; crushing his mouth against hers in a hard and authoritative kiss. It only took a moment for Buffy to respond to his kiss. Her fingers buried into his dark spiky hair and gripped it by the roots, digging her fingernails into his scalp.

Her tongue slid across the sharp teeth of his fangs then entered into his mouth. Their tongues duelled for dominance.

Angelus' hands slid down her back and around her bottom, lifting her slightly from the ground, Buffy's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He stumbled over the broken pieces of the wooden chair and slammed her against the stone wall. She did not seem affected by the brutal force.

The fiery and passionate kiss broke apart. But they did not stray far. Angelus' mouth slid down her jaw to the golden skin of her neck. The amount of trust she had in him despite his soulless being, was astonishing to him. It was either trust or she simply had no care for her own life. His mouth kept on its journey over her skin. He ran the sharp tips of his fangs over the soft layer skin without breaking through. Buffy gasped for breath and held his head to her neck. Angelus grinned and continued to manipulate her body with gentle kisses, spinning her senses.

He drew his head back and gazed at her with yellow soulless eyes and smirked. It was true, Angelus had been with many, many women during his long life. But never had he ever wanted a single woman so much before. Her green eyes were focused on his face. Her fingers unconsciously twirled the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Hot breath hit his face as she regained control over her desires that were bordering animalistic. Angelus moved against her in an effort to prove to her just how much he wanted her.

Buffy moved her hand across his cheek, tracing the rigid lines of his demonic face. She slowly leant forward and closed the small gap between their mouths.

The clothing guarding their bodies against one another had become too restraining. Buffy's hands moved down his muscular chest to the hem of the black sweater that hugged his body. She pushed it up his torso until pulling it over his head then tossed it away. Angelus helped her out of the leather jacket then quickly pulled the black halter top over her head.

Buffy expertly shifted their weight, taking Angelus down to the ground. She wrestled her way to the top and straddled her legs around his waist. Angelus unfastened the button of her jeans and reached his hand inside. The sensation of her soft curls and the wetness of her centre sent him into a tailspin. Angelus manoeuvred her beneath him. He grabbed the waistband of her jeans and shimmied them down her thighs until they were completely off. Angelus then unfastened the button of his own trousers and reached inside his pants pulling out his erect cock.

Buffy wrapped her legs around him, urging him to move it along as her arousal for him was now edging uncontrollable. With a cocky grin dancing across Angelus' mouth, he guided himself to her centre and forcefully entered her with a single thrust. Buffy's breath hitched. She opened her eyes holding a hand around the back of his head. She pulled him downward to her mouth and kissed him thoroughly. He moaned into her mouth when she bit his bottom lip.

Angelus' hips moved in a hard and demanding rhythm only for two supernatural beings to take. His cool fingers burned as they touched her naked breasts. He teased her body when his sharp fangs grazed over the two punctured scars adorned on her neck. He chuckled when she squeezed herself around him wanting him to just do it.

"Say it." He whispered into her ear never letting up the passionate rhythm between them. "Say it, Buffy." Angelus kissed the small patch of sensitive skin under her ear. "Beg me…"

"… Please…" she moaned to him and ignored the small voice in the back of her head demanding to know what she was thinking. "… Please… Angelus…"

With a satisfied smile dancing across his mouth, Angelus gave her exactly what she was begging for. He opened his fanged mouth and pierced the scarred holes of her neck just as he did years before. He listened to her cries of pleasure as she came. He sucked her powerful blood and followed in her euphoria with a deep growling moan that rumbled in the base of his chest.

Poem Used: "The Beautiful Night" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1767