Born of Darkness

A fic by: Jen

Rating: Huge M

Disclaimer: Jen owns nothing, Joss owns all, but I do love to play with him…er…them.

Thank you to Viv for beta reading this for me. Love ya, babe.

I usually do shout outs, but Jen is feeling lazy and tired so I'll make it up to all you in the next chappie, but you can look on my profile to see my faves. Also, thank you to all of you who R&R. You feed my musie and she feeds my inspiration. You guys are awesome & I love ya bunches.

Okay enough of Jen's babble… On with the show.

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Chappie 7

"Wakey-wakey, lover," he whispered against her neck as he pulled her on top of him.

"Wh-what?" Buffy asked, peering at him through a tangled mass of blond hair. "What time is it?" she asked, yawning.

"Time for you to wake up, I want to fuck again."

"Do you have to be such a pig?"

"Whatever. Just wake the fuck up will you?"

"Gee, Angelus, you really know how to put a girl in the mood!"

His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. Buffy bit back her gasp when his fingers trailed along the curve of her rear and headed into unchartered territory. "No!" she squeaked and tried to crawl off him.

His hands tightened and he kept her right where she was. "Don't knock it till you've tried it, lover," he teased, but let it go for now. Eventually he'd have Buff in every way possible, just not today. Instead he trailed his hands up her back and buried his fingers into her hair. "Fine, I won't push it, but I want you—come here," he murmured and brought her down for a kiss.

He was irresistible, and Buffy opened to him helplessly. He kissed her once, twice, and then again, but deeper this time. She moaned softly as his tongue mated with hers, teasing her with his skilled kiss. She clutched his shoulders and gave in to the passion he inspired. Finally she needed to breathe and pulled back, gasping.

He gripped her hips and raised her over his cock. "Ride me," he instructed his voice husky with arousal.

Buffy didn't need to be told twice. She straddled his lean hips and reached down and gripped his penis in one hand, she was trembling as she guided it into her. "Yessss," she hissed as she sank down upon him. He was so big and this new position made her feel like he was about to burst through her stomach. "Oh!"she gasped as she rose up and his cock slid along her sensitive clit. "Angelus," she sighed as she sank back down and he slowly filled her again, one perfect inch at a time.

He growled in pleasure as he felt her stretching around him, rippling and squeezing him tightly. "Fuck, you're still so damned tight…" Her muscles pulsed around him, she was so hot he clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth as the sensation of being inside her made him struggle for the control that normally came so easily to him.

She braced her hands on his pectoral muscles and levered herself up and then down upon him. Her knees hugged his hips as his hands guided her movements at first until Buffy had found her rhythm. Angelus put his hands behind his head and let her ride him at her own pace, enjoying the view as she bounced on his cock.

"Oh God, so good," Buffy moaned as she grinded on his lap.

"Better than good," he said, sliding his hands up her thighs. She was incredibly sexy, so lost in the pleasure she was taking in his body that it was like she was in her own world. Her brow furrowed and she looked so intent, like she was concentrating very hard.

Buffy rolled her hips and widened her legs as she thrust herself up and down on his cock. Her head tipped back and she gasped as each movement made the shaft of his penis drag along her clit. "Oh God," she panted, grinding down on him faster and harder. She licked her lips, panting softly as the tingle-shocks in her belly started to grow. She could feel her body tightening and knew she was so close. She clutched his biceps as her strokes became shorter and faster. "Yes…right there…right…oh God…there…" She arched her body back, and Angelus felt her hair tickle his thighs as she exploded around him.

"Oh shit!" he yelped when her Slayer muscles gripped him so tightly, it bordered on painful. He could feel her orgasm, she was clutching him, whimpering with pleasure and it was incredible. "Jesus fucking Christ," he growled, as she dug her nails into his chest and continued to come all over him. She was so wet, little squishing noises could be heard with each stroke, and it turned him on more. He gazed down to where they were joined…he was soaked. "That's hot." Eager for his own release, Angelus dug his heels into the mattress and began pounding up into her with fierce, powerful strokes. "Fuck—so tight—so good," he muttered, as his fingers dug into her hips and he lifted and lowered her in time with his thrusts. His face shimmered and he slid a hand up and into her hair. He gripped her head and tilted it. "Mine," he snarled and brought her down for his bite.

Buffy screeched and tripped into another orgasm as soon as his fangs penetrated her neck. Angelus growled as she came around his cock again. He gulped at her powerful blood, closing his eyes as the sheer euphoria of having her like this washed over him. It was better than perfect—it was the closest thing to heaven he knew he'd ever see. He pulled his fangs out. He had to pace himself—Slayer blood was addicting, he was discovering. "Buff," he groaned, clutching her to him as he came too, filling her with jets of cool sperm.

"That was…" Buffy yawned and snuggled into his chest. "Amazing," she mumbled and promptly passed out again.

He put a pillow behind him and scooted up on the bed so that he was reclining against the headboard with Buffy still on top of him. He swept her hair back and examined his mark. It would scar even more now. He took a moment to study her while she slept. She was beautiful, but he'd been with a thousand beautiful women. What was it about Buff that got his motor running on over-drive?

Well, she really was, by far, the best fuck he'd ever had, and that was saying something, considering he'd spent over a hundred years with Darla. His Sire had been a renowned and very high-priced courtesan when she was alive, then had another one hundred and fifty years to perfect her skills before he'd even met her. But next to Buffy's innocent lust, Darla's practiced skill seemed just that—practiced. Buffy was real and full of fire—it drew him like a moth to the flame and he couldn't get enough of her. maybe that was it—she was a Slayer and she was still so innocent—a lethal combination to him. He loved the thrill of danger and Buffy could be very dangerous indeed.

He heard the door to the bathroom open very slowly and pulled the covers up over them. "You can come on out, Fred. We're done."

Fred tentatively peeked around the corner. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but can I come out now?"

"You aren't and didn't I just say to come out?" She nodded. "Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Come out. Are you deaf as well as pathetic?" Fred gasped and hurried to do as he asked, but in her haste, tripped over her own feet and fell face first on the floor. Angelus frowned. "Fuck, you're clumsy too?" He rolled his eyes. "You're going to be a pain in my ass, aren't you?"

"I'm not meaning to…it's just you scare me when you yell like that."

"Well, when you ask me stupid questions what do you expect me to do? Pat you on the head and say good job."

"Guess not," Fred whispered, before heading back to the bathroom to get Connor.

Angelus watched her go. "No common sense," he muttered, before easing Buffy off him. She whimpered as he slipped out of her and it pleased him to think she missed feeling him inside. He glanced at the clock. The food would be here any minute. He tossed back the covers and stood just as Fred was coming back in the room.

"Oh!" Fred gasped, her eyes nearly popping from her head as she stared at his naked body.

Angelus waited for her to look away, but she just stared—wide eyed and…yes, hungry. He smirked. "Are you done checking me out?"

Fred flushed bright red and looked away. "I-I—sorry," she said. "It's just—I mean, I wasn't expectin'—never mind," she said softly, sitting down on the couch and setting Connor's car seat next to her.

He grabbed his black silk boxers and pulled them on. "You weren't expecting to get a free show?" he asked as he went to the bag he'd brought in with him and knelt down to open it. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed she was still watching him. "Well I wasn't expecting to give you one either. But that didn't stop you from looking your fill, did it?"

"I didn't mean to," she said.

He scoffed. "Right, that's why you still can't take your eyes off me?" He studied her for a minute, taking in her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing. "Fred, you're really a strange girl. I'm not sure what to make of you, and since I haven't killed you yet, that may work out in your favor," he said, as he gathered a change of clothes, his shampoo and other toiletries out of the bag and stood. He strode past her to the bathroom. "I'd tell you not to escape, but really…what's the point?" He grabbed the handle, started to open the door before he stopped and shook his head at her in a chiding manner. "You're not going anywhere, are you?" he taunted, and shut the bathroom door with a click.

She frowned. Why wasn't she leaving? She heard the lock turn on the bathroom door and the irony that Angelus, the scary demon, was locking the door to keep her out made her cringe. Her face blazed with color and she put her head in her hands. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she had to get herself under control—she'd had a crush on Angel, yes, but what she was starting to feel for Angelus bordered on exactly what he called her—sick, and she had to stop it before it was too late…

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Sunnydale:

Spike opened the door to the house on Revello Dr. and was immediately inundated with questions. He held his hand up. "She's gone," he said, and his head dropped. He sighed. "The bloody prick played this one perfectly. He hasn't said a word to anyone—not a soul has heard anything about Angelus even being back, much less having the Slayer."

"Spike, we can't just give up," Dawn cried. "Buffy wouldn't give up on us, we can't give up on her."

"Niblet, she won't want to be rescued by the time we reach her."

"You can't know that!" Xander growled.

Spike drilled him with icy blue eyes. "The bloody hell I can't. I was Buffy a hundred or so years ago!" Spike sighed as he remembered meeting the dark vampire all those years ago. "Angelus is…" He shrugged, as he tried to find the words to describe how magnetic his Sire could be. "He's a bleedin pied piper when he puts his mind to it and leave it at that," he said.

They were all staring at him. "What? We're vampires." Xander snorted and Spike turned on him. "Yeah and you're one to talk?" He chuckled, grabbed a cigarette out of his jacket, and lit it. "I lived with you, remember?" he said, blowing out a cloud of smoke before he parodied someone having an erotic dream. "Oh-oh…Angel…" He raised a brow at Xander. "Ring any bells?"

The boy's eyes bulged and he looked like he'd swallowed a golf ball. "I-I—" His face was the shade of a ripe apple. "You're sick and a liar!"

"Whatever," Spike grumbled. "I think the real reason you hated Buffy being with the poof is because you wanted to be with him." He glanced at Anya. "You might wanna have him checked before you marry the sod." He took Dawn's hand and led her towards the kitchen, ignoring the pandemonium he'd just caused. "Niblet, you and me need to talk," he said.

Dawn nodded. "Spike please tell me you have a plan B and one that doesn't…eeew…make me think of Xander making googly eyes at Angel," she said, glancing back over her shoulder just in time to see Anya smack Xander across the face and storm out of the house.

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Somewhere in California: RoadWay Inn:

Angelus was buttoning up his shirt when a knock sounded at the door. "Answer that—it's probably the food," he told Fred, as he finished with his shirt and sat on the foot of the bed to pull his socks on. She went to open the door, but he grabbed her wrist. "Wait," he said, remembering he was still close enough to Sunnydale that Buff's friends might have caught up with them since last night.

He went to the window and peered out. A boy stood at the door carrying several white paper bags. "Who is it?" Angelus asked.

"It's Kevin and I got a delivery from Jim's," the young blond haired kid said.

Angelus could smell the grease of the burgers and fries and opened the door. "How much do I owe you?"

The kid quoted the price and Angelus counted out the amount and added a very generous tip. "Here you go," he said with a smile.

The boy 'Kevin' noticed that Angelus had given him an extra forty dollars. "Wow!" Suddenly his smile turned to a frown. "Do you need change?"

"No," the dark vampire said, careful not to step out of the room…the sun was high in the sky now. He opened the door wider as he stepped back. "Fred, get your ass over here and take some of these," he snapped.

Fred jumped up and ran to the door. "Hi there," she said in her friendly Texas twang. "It smells wonderful—thank you," she said and took two of the bags.

Kevin's eyes raked over Fred. "Y-you're welcome," he said, gazing at her pretty face like he'd never seen a woman before.

Angelus rolled his eyes. "Wanna hand me those bags, kid?"

Kevin jumped. "Oh sorry," he said handing Angelus the last two bags. "She's just real pretty. You're a lucky—oh my God," he gasped as his eyes landed on Buffy, lying in the rumpled bed. The sheet lay along the smooth curve of her lower back, just covering her ass, but leaving her beautiful, tanned back naked. The boy's eyes bulged and he turned to Angelus with something akin to hero-worship in his eyes. "Holy shit! What are you a porn star?"

Angelus noticed where his eyes were and smirked. "Not quite, why?"

"Well, you have to be some kind of star—look at the chicks you got here. Wow, that's like—" He laughed nervously. "Dude, that's so cool. So what are you a rock star—movie actor or what?" He glanced from naked Buffy to Fred standing there in her mini and long dark hair, she appeared to be waiting on Angelus' every move and Kevin found that irresistible.

Angelus' smile got crafty. "Why can't I just be a normal-Joe with two girlfriends?"

Kevin's eyes nearly crossed. "What's your secret? How can I do that?"

Seeing an opportunity for a bite to eat too, Angelus wrapped an arm around his shoulders and ushered him further into the room. "You think you're man enough to get a piece of one of my girls…Kevin?"

Kevin gazed up at the larger man with wide eyes. "Are you serious? You're not just playing with me, are you?"

Angelus bit back his smirk. "I'm serious. Which one do you want? Call it…" He chuckled, "a really good tip."

"But you already gave me—seriously…dude, are you for real?"

Angelus almost broke his neck right then and there. The kid was a moron, but getting him worked up would make his blood sweeter and since he didn't roll that way—Buff or Fred could accomplish that task for him. "I'm totally serious. Take your pick. Blond or brunette—which one do you want, Kevin—today is a day that will change your life forever…today you get to be a star too…" he purred.

Kevin almost squealed. "Holy shit! Dude, you're like—the best!"

Angelus shut the door. "Okay, so which one do you want—or would you like them both?" he asked, watching the boy intensely.

Kevin's eyes widened and he almost came in his pants. Angelus felt the change in his body and struck. He grabbed the kid and put his hand over his mouth as his face shifted. "Sorry Kevin, looks like today wasn't your lucky day after all," he quipped and lowered his head.

Fred looked up just as Angelus bit into the young man's neck. Her heart accelerated as the boy clutched at Angelus' shoulders. He made a small gurgling sound, then whimpered as he seemed to melt into the vampire's dark embrace. Fred knew she'd never forget the look of shocked euphoria on young Kevin's face just before Angelus dropped his dead body on the ground.

"Mmmmm…now that's what I call finger licking good—he tasted like bubble-gum," he said, licking his lips. He raised his golden eyes and Fred pretended to be busy opening up food containers.

"These bacon and eggs sure look good. I think I'll have this instead of the burger," she said weakly, realizing how inane her comment was in light of the dead body laying in front of her, but her brain couldn't come up with anything else to say. Rationally she shouldn't be surprised. She'd known he was a vampire. She'd just never seen him kill before, but on a scientific note, Fred understood the need for predators. It kept nature in balance. Animals killed each other all the time and no one said a word. It was just the way of things. So, was it really Angelus' fault that his prey just happened to be humans?

"I see that brain of yours working, Fred," he said as he grabbed Kevin by the collar, and started to drag him to the bathroom. He glanced over to the bed, relieved Buffy was still sleeping. "What are you thinking?" he asked as he pulled his dinner past where Fred was sitting at the small table. He dumped the body into the tub and shut the bathroom door. He waited for her to say something, but she just kept laying out food and refused to look at him. He folded his arms over his chest. "Well…" he said, raising a brow. "Aren't you going to scream or at least go eeew?"

Fred glanced at him and shook her head. "No, I mean it's a bit disturbing to see you..." she waved her hand at the bathroom, "...eat, but if you think about it..." She frowned as if contemplating her argument. "Every creature kills to live." She sat down and folded a napkin over her lap. "Look at this bacon…" She held up a piece and waved it. "This was once a pig—which part I'm not really sure, but we all know bacon is pork and that's pig, so basically, I'm a predator too." She grinned and his brows drew down as he seemed to wonder if she was kidding or not. She looked away for a moment before her eyes lit up and she was off and running again. "Did you know that the mosquito is the number one deadliest predator?"

"What?" he asked, not sure if he'd heard her right.

She went on as if he hadn't spoken. "The mosquito—it kills more than two million people a year, but no one hunts them down with the sole purpose of killing them. They just understand they're not bad…it's just their nature to…um…drink blood," she finished quietly.

Angelus shook his head as he tried to make sense of that huge ramble. Until that last part hit him and he scowled at her. "Did you just compare me to a mosquito?"

A nervous giggle burst forth before she put her hand over her mouth. "I wasn't tryin' to, but…" She shrugged. "If you think about it—you both drink blood and—"

His eyes widened. "You're seriously sitting here comparing me to a mosquito?!" He wasn't sure whether to laugh or snap her neck for insulting him.

She looked around nervously and could've bitten her tongue when he took on an angry expression. "No, I wasn't really. Sorry."

He was sure she'd just insulted him, but just as sure she hadn't meant to, so he let it go and gave her a puzzled look. And he'd thought Dru was a loon. Fred was almost as bad and he hadn't done a damn thing to her. "Did I ever tell you, you're the strangest girl I've ever met?"

She gave a small smile and shook her head. "That's not bad is it?"

"No. It'll just take…getting used to," he said moving across the room to sit on the bed. Fred was staring at him and he could tell she wanted to say something else, so he held up his hand to ward her newest diatribe off. "Fred, don't make me gag you. Just stop talking and eat, okay?"

She nodded and began to eat her bacon and eggs.

Angelus shook Buffy's shoulder. "Buff, foods here, so if you want it hot, you better get up."

Buffy blinked and pushed the hair out of her face. She felt amazing. So relaxed and…she suddenly remembered why and her face flamed. "Oh!" she gasped, and dragged the sheet over her naked body. "Wh-what?" she asked, trying not to meet his far too knowing eyes.

He chuckled softly and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I said the food is here…aren't you still hungry?" He made that innocent statement sound like a lewd invitation and Buffy blushed even further.

"I—yeah," she said looking around for her clothes. "Actually, I could totally eat."

He pushed her back onto the pillows. "Stay here." He winked at her. "I like the sight of you naked and in my bed."

Buffy felt the heat in her face flare even hotter, but so help her, she liked then idea of herself naked and in his bed too, so what could she really say, but okay—which is just what she did.

Later:

Buffy could hear Angelus in the bathroom. The sound of teeth brushing made her wonder if he brushed his teeth in demon face too. The picture made her giggle for some reason, but when he came out dressed to go out, she had a hard time suppressing her nervousness.

Was he really going to leave her alone?

He could see the gears grinding in her head and bit back his smile. "Fred, get Connor ready." He saw Buffy's eyes widen and then he did smile. "We're going out for a bit." He raised a brow. "You didn't think I was going to leave you all here, did you Buff?"

Yes, that was exactly what she had thought, but she just shrugged. "Whatever…it's not like it makes a difference." But there was a note of disgruntlement, she just couldn't hide.

"Don't be jealous. When I can trust you, I'll take you with me," he said, tapping her nose with a finger teasingly.

"You trust Fred and not me?" She was totally forgetting the point now, but she didn't care. Why did he trust Fred and not her?

"Yes," he said simply. "She won't run. You will." He smirked. "But not if I have them with me." He petted her cheek. "Will you kitten? You'll stay put because you know what will happen to them if I come back here and you're gone, don't you?"

She plucked at the comforter. "Yes," she admitted. And she did. It wasn't something she wanted to dwell on. "I'll be here," she said softly, looking down at her hands.

He tipped her chin. "I know you will, baby."

"I hate you sometimes," she whispered, despising the tears that sprang to her eyes.

"I know." He shrugged. "I can live with that as long as you're here when I get back," he said as he patted his jacket for his keys. He pulled them out of his pocket. "Fred, get your ass moving or else I'll drag you out of here by your ears and I won't give a fuck if you're still naked or not," he barked out.

A gasp was heard from the bathroom and Fred came rushing out. He grinned. "See how well Fred minds?" He ran his thumb along Buffy's lower lip. "When you—" He laughed. "Who am I kidding? You'll never listen like that, but that's one of the things about you that excite me."

An unwilling smile tugged Buffy's lips upward. "No, probably not," she confessed. "So…how long will you be gone?"

He shrugged. "Long enough to get a bite to eat and hit up an ATM machine, but not long enough for you to put any kind of plan in motion…" He blinked big brown eyes at her and smiled. "Why?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. He looked far too innocent when he did that, and she knew for a fact he was anything but innocent. Suddenly what he'd said hit her and she narrowed her eyes. "A bite…?" She searched his face trying to see the evil there. "What do you mean by a bite?"

He shrugged and Buffy glared at him. "I can't let you kill anyone."

He gripped her by the back of her hair and tugged her head back. "You what?" he growled, leaning down so they were eye to eye. "I don't think I heard you right, Buff. Care to repeat that?" he asked, leaning over her determined to back her down.

"You heard me," she said just as determined not to cower.

He shoved her back on the bed. "Follow me and Connor will have a very bad accident tonight. Do you think I'm joking?" His eyes met hers and Buffy had no doubt he was not.

"No. I know you're not," she whispered.

He nodded. "Good, now be a good girl and I'll bring you home something to eat too." He glanced over his shoulder to see Fred standing there trying her best to fade into the background. "Well?" he growled.

"Huh?" Fred asked gripping the handle of Connor's car seat so hard her knuckles were white.

He blew out a frustrated breath. "Fred, I swear I'm going to beat you," he grumbled. She started to fidget and Angelus lost his temper. "Am I speaking Japanese? Get moving, Fred—now!"

She jumped. "Oh! Sorry," she said and gave Buffy a tiny sympathetic glace before preceding Angelus out the door.

Angelus looked back at his Slayer. "The phone isn't turned on and I have your cell phone. If you leave this room I'll know it and you won't like what'll happen next. Just stay here Buff, okay?"

She had the irrational feeling of being left out and couldn't understand her conflicting emotions where he was concerned. "Couldn't you just…leave me in the car? I'll—"

He crossed the room and dragged her up by her shirt. "No, I don't trust you yet, but I'll be back," he said and kissed her. His kiss was rough, but full of the dark lust he had for her.

Buffy returned the kiss just as passionately. Just as it was getting wild and hot, Angelus broke away. He licked his lips and stared at her for several long moments. "I won't be gone long," he said finally, and left, his dark coat flaring behind him.

Buffy jumped off the bed and grabbed his arm just as he headed out of the room. "Can you leave Connor?" She wet her lips with her tongue. "Please Angelus. I won't run, you still have Fred and you know I could never just leave her and be responsible for what you did to her." She could tell he was mulling over the idea. "You don't really want to drag a baby along anyways…please. I'll-I'll—"

His eyes lit up and his grin was so lascivious, Buffy blushed. "You'll make it up to me later by doing whatever I want…?" he asked, snaking an arm around her waist and tugging her body up next to his.

Buffy braced her hands on his broad chest. Oh brother, that could be so many things, she was more than nervous agreeing to such a ludicrous proposition, but found herself nodding just the same. "Yes, whatever you want."

Angelus' cock went hard as rock and he reached between their bodies and blatantly adjusted his pants. "Fuck Buff, I've got a hard on just thinking about what I want from you."

Buffy gulped and her eyes followed his movement as she waited for him to explain, but he didn't and she realized it was another part of his game. Make her wait and imagine what it was that he would ask of her. Oh God, he really was evil. "So can he stay?" she asked, trying to keep her composure.

He reached out and cupped her cheek as he nodded. "Yes," he said running his knuckles along her face. She started to lean into his touch, when he gripped her chin brutally. "But if you leave I will peel Fred's flesh from her back, cut her tongue out and rape her to death." He let her go and smiled almost pleasantly. "So…are you aware of the consequences?"

She rubbed her chin and could only nod. If she spoke, she might just scream. His words had painted a visual that was more than frightening—it was down right macabre.

"Fine, the kid stays with you," he said, giving her a long look before heading out the door to get Connor.

Fred was waiting for him in the car. He noticed Connor was fastened behind his seat now and was suddenly glad he'd agreed to let Buff keep the brat. He really didn't want him along anyways. He leaned down and unfastened the car seat. "Change of plans Fred," he said as he unhooked the seat belt. "The kid stays with Buff, but you stay put." He pulled the car seat out and headed back for the room.

"Thank you," Buffy whispered when Angelus came back in the room with Connor.

Seeing the joy on her face he knew he'd made the right choice. If he wanted Buff to come to him and give herself completely, he had to make her love him. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I don't have to be cruel to you Buff," he murmured. "If you'd be more accommodating, I could be nice too…"

She raised her eyes. He could see the confusion there. "You just described torturing Fred in a way that makes me want to do the wacky, but you say you're not cruel?" She snorted. "Un-huh…yeah…right."

"I didn't say I wasn't cruel," he corrected. "I said I didn't have to be cruel to you. If you let me, I could be more…open to letting you spend time with Connor."

"Really?" Her eyes narrowed. "You're not just saying that?"

He shook his head. "No I mean it, but you have to promise to be good."

Connor grinned and waved his arms at her and Buffy melted. "Okay, I promise," she said a silly little smile lighting up her face as she stared at the baby.

He bent down and kissed her. "Have fun…I won't be gone long."

Buffy nodded absently as she unfastened Connor. "Okay…" he was almost out the door when she stopped him. "Angelus…" He turned and she smiled. "Thank you and I'll be here when you get back."

The smile that graced his face made Buffy see why Darla had named him Angelus. He looked like an angel just then—maybe a dark, sexy angel, but angelic just the same.

He noticed the way she was staring at him and smirked. "I know you will, you'd hate to be the reason Fred died a gruesome death, right?" he said with a smile that reminded her once again that he wasn't Angel—he was a demon and a very wicked one at that.

Buffy sighed and tried not to dwell on that...

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Okay guys, I hope you liked this chappie—I kinda got Angelus back to his dark, wicked self in this one…now you know the drill….please feed the musie, she's what I like to call a review whore!! lol!