Author's Note: So I literally posted chapter three this morning, and am now starting to write chapter 4. As of right now, I have no idea what's about to happen…but hey, that's how the rest of them were too, and a couple of you liked them. So yeah…Woohoo! Let's see what happens, because I'm curious too.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Buffy and Supernatural belong to their respective owners and creators. The story is mine though, and I do hold rights to it.

Previously:

Here.

Angelus was here.

"Hello, Buffy."

(Dean)

Dean walked outside with his gun in hand, loaded and aimed in a cross hand position, a knife in the arm that he was using for a balance. Behind him was Bobby, an old and well used shotgun filled with salt in his hands. Walking out of the house, the smell of sulfur and metal met his tongue, thick enough to slide down his throat and choke him. Thick enough to stop his breathing…

Snap out of it man! You know that's just some demon a-hole playing with your head.

He looked around, seeing nothing but a scorched circle of ground by the trees. "Clear." He stated to Bobby.

He looked around once more just to be sure before he allowed himself to look at the two figures huddled together on the porch steps.

The girl, Buffy was on her knees, shaking to the point of possible damage, her eyes stared off into her own mind, tears running from them. Sam was kneeling next to her, holding her. He was making impossible to understand sounds.

Knowing Sam he's probably trying to make her feel like it's all gonna be ok…Like hell it is.

As he stood there, Sam stood up, the girl in his arms as he said, "I'm gonna take her back up, see if that'll help."

Bobby put his gun over his shoulder and sighed. "What happened out there?"

Sam shook his head as Buffy gasped a little before hiding her face against his neck. Dean couldn't help but feeling a stab of jealousy at this, but he pushed it away.

"Dean?" asked Bobby.

He shook his head. "No. I didn't see anything. But I have a feeling that that bitch, Lilith, had something to do with it."

Bobby shook his head, wary, before turning and walking back inside. "You better go and get all your guns, ammo, and knives. 'Cause I have no idea what's going on here anymore."

Dean nodded again and put his gun and knife away before heading down the porch steps and heading towards the Impala. Opening the trunk with a high pitched groan (from the car), Dean pulled out the duffle back and started to fill it with weapons.

What happened to ghosts, huh? Why does everything have to do with demons and...Well, demons now? And what's with freakishly beautiful girls appearing out of bolts of lightening? Can't they work at strip clubs like every other hot chick?

Stop it Dean! She's not gonna put out. At least not to me.

Stop it again Dean! Sam is no better looking that you. Yeah, he may be taller and nicer and smarter and a bit more charming and…..if I could smack my brain I would right now. Here I am, barely back from hell to find that my brother is now getting the chicks!?! What kind of twisted world did I come back in? What the hell happened to me down there? No, don't think about that. If I don't think about it, I won't talk about it, and I won't have to have another life time movie moment with Sam…

But still, how hot is this Buffy chick? And what kind of name is Buffy anyway? Sounds kinda like a stripper name. Oh yeah, stripper Buffy. A little petite, but who needs more than a mouthful anyway. How good would she look on a pole….

(Buffy)

I remember Angelus. So like my Angel in looks, but nothing like him at all.

Those eyes. Those beautiful chocolate eyes overflowing with such evil. But now they don't even have that resemblance; his eyes are now a black pool of hate and evil. A solid color as black as he is. I can fight him, I can even kill him. I know that Angel is back where he is supposed to be, alive and well. I have the skill and the strength…but if this is Angelus, then it will be more than just a fight to the death. It will be emotional and heart wrenching. I can't attach myself to anyone here, because he will kill them. But why is he here? Why now?

I can still see him, sitting beside me on my bed as we would talk and kiss all night when I was in high school. I remember that night, when it was all so new and powerful; that night that ended in tragedy. I remember than day, that day that I had to forget. That day where I was as happy as I have ever been, where I had him alive and warm in my arms. I stared into that face and loved him more than anything in the world, and now I must hate that face. Now I must kill him, again.

Can I do it?

(Bobby)

Bobby shook his head, wary, before turning and walking back inside. "You better go and get all your guns, ammo, and knives. 'Cause I have no idea what's going on here anymore."

Bobby went to his table and put the gun down. Placing his hands on the he leaned against it and closed his eyes, allowing a long suffering sigh to escape him. He couldn't shake the image of Buffy from his mind: her body limp as a doll, her eyes filled with horrors and a pain that he could never imagine.

Those eyes were nothing new to him, though. He had seen them before. He saw it when John Winchester talked freely about his life, and the life he had chosen for his only sons.

He saw it when he talked about his wife. Dean had that same look in his eyes when he thought no one was paying attention. As if hell is still with him.

He saw that look in a hunter's eyes when he had seen, done, killed too much. When it was all too much. When that person was about to snap and never be able to recover.

This young girl, this beautiful girl who could have been his daughter, had that look in her eyes. She had seen, done, and killed things that would break the mind of another person.

And here she is, not even supposed to be here if her story is true, to help us. No. To help those boys who are just as lost as anyone else. She was thrown in the middle of this big mess without a friend or a clue at what this could mean for her. No, that's not right either.

Bobby could tell that she had faced something like this, something worse, and survived it.

But not whole.

No, never whole.

She may be here to help us, but I think that she's also here to be helped.

To be fixed by these boys.

Goddamned it. This is going to get messy real fast.

(Sam)

Sam walked up the stairs carefully, a shaking Buffy wrapped in his arms. Walking into Bobby's bedroom, he laid her on the bed and draped the quilt over her small frame as she rolled onto her side pulled her knees up to her chest.

Sam knew he should leave the room quietly and leave her to her thoughts for as long as she needed, but the hunter in him needed to know who that demon was and why she reacted the way she did.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and laid his hand on her shoulder before quietly asked her, "Buffy? Who was that?" She didn't answer him. She was quiet for so long, Sam wasn't sure she would ever answer him; but her voice came out of her empty. Monotone and without any emotion.

She sounds dead.

"I'm a vampire slayer, but my first love was a vampire. His name was Angel, and I loved him with all my heart. But he wasn't a normal vampire. He had a soul. Angelus was what he was called when he was evil. He was the most sadistic and evil vampire in history. But one day he killed the wrong girl, and he was cursed with his human soul. He suffered for the longest time before he started to help me in my fight. But…he lost his soul again and became Angelus. He killed my friends. He tortured my emotions. I knew I had to kill him, and I was going to. But through magic, he gained it back at the moment I was going to drive a sword through his chest. I wasn't able to let him live. I had to kill the man I loved. I had to look in his eyes, kiss him, lie to him, and kill him. I sent him to hell, and he came back. But I wasn't able to be with him anymore. I could never allow Angel to turn into Angelus. Angelus is pure evil, and he thought nothing of allowing a demon to swallow the entire world into hell. And now, he is here."

Sam sat there, his mouth hanging open. He stammered before his voice caught. "Um…Buffy, what do you mean?"

Quicker than he would have thought possible from her almost catatonic state, Buffy sat up and whirled at him. "Angelus is here Sam! That thing, that demon bitch of yours somehow brought him here. Angelus is here to fight against me, and I'm not sure if I can win."

Buffy broke down then. Great sobs tore themselves from deep within her and shook her body with the force of her sorrow. She threw herself into his arms and cried.

Sam held her, rocked her. He comforted the only way he knew how while his thoughts ran a thousand miles an hour.

Lilith knew she was here. She knew the Buffy was brought here and found something to pit against her to even up the odds. But Lilith didn't find the strongest most powerful demon she could lay her hands on, she found the one thing that would tear this strong girl down into nothing, to take our help away from us. We need to find that damned angel and ask him what's going on. I need to help her, because I can't stand seeing her like this. I don't know why, but I can't.

(Somewhere Else)

Lilith found another house where there was a little girl that fit her preferred look. The family dies easily, messy.

Just the way she liked it.

Angelus drank from the wrist of the girl's older sister, drinking deep. Lilith just sat in a chair, little feet swinging as she colored a picture. Angelus stepped up her and looked at the picture, allowing his demon visage disappear. "What do you have there, sweetheart?" He said with fake sweetness.

"Oh nothing, Mr. Angelus. I just had a wish I want you to grant for me."

He smiled before reaching around and lifting her up and twirling her around the room. "Anything for you, my dear."

On the floor was the picture she had colored. A picture of a man with fangs biting a blond girl, two other men dead and scribbled with red on the ground. A bloody circle as the sun.

Author: I'm thinking about starting another story, a twilight/Buffy fanfic; but I'm not sure. It's hard to come up with a truly original story…let me know if you would like to see one in my style of writing.

Also, I would like a beta reader. Any takers? Let me know and give me your email address through a review.

Um…as always: please review and let me know what you think. Reviews make me write faster. And It's true. I got tons on my last chapter, so I wrote this one in..what? Two days? Woohoo! I'm awesome. *laughs* Oh, and my puppies are adorable! Just thought I'd add that in here.

-Alli Lee