Man, did it ever took me long to finish this chapter! I don't know, I guess writing the whole evil fiend thing is kinda hard for me…oh well. I'm really sorry for delaying you guys, it'll…probably happen again, and I apologize for that too! Hope you enjoy the chapter though!

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"We should...really be...patrolling now." Buffy said in between kisses. "Evil vampire gang...on the loose." In contradiction to her words she clutched Angel closer, if possible, and continued ravishing his mouth with hers.

"You're right...important." Angel managed to get out. They very reluctantly pulled apart and looked around. "There's nothing here." He announced without as much as half a glimpse at their surroundings before pulling Buffy back into his embrace and they started the make-out fest again.

As Angel gently pressed her against the wall of a mausoleum, Buffy was reminded of a time long ago where she and Angel had been in this stage. A time that was hard to remember, because that year was overshadowed by the nightmare that was Angelus. Not once after that had Buffy felt as comfortable and happy with Angel as she had right before it. Now, here in the cemetery with Angel, Buffy couldn't help but notice that at last they had reached that stage again, and even gone beyond it. Now they had the knowledge that they could go into their lives together without the ever present vampire/slayer issue. Also, the amazing sex was definitely a plus.

And there was nothing that Buffy hated more than being interrupted by stupid vampires during her quality time with Angel. Even if they were supposed to be patrolling. With an apologising look at Angel she turned around and went for the attack. After a few quick kicks and punches the vampire was dust. She straightened herself and patted some of the dust of her clothes. "Well, that certainly was a mood killer."

Angel smiled. "Well we really should be patrolling for this gang anyway."

"Yeah I guess." They started walking hand in hand. Buffy looked up at Angel. "What's up?" She asked when she saw his pensive face.

"Nothing. I was just thinking. You know how you're moving into your dorm room in a few days, right, and I was thinking…how 'bout you don't?"

"Don't what? Don't move in there?" Buffy asked with a frown. "Well I can't exactly stay with my mom, it's too far away from campus and –"

Angel stopped walking and gave her a meaningful look. "I meant, how about you move in with me?"

"Really?" Buffy asked with wide eyes. "You really want me to move in with you?" There was awe in her voice; she'd never really thought of their future together actually starting. She'd always dreamed and hoped of them living their lives together, in the same house, possibly even married, but to have it actually happening was something she'd never truly considered.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." He said with a gentle smile.

She flashed him a wide, giddy grin before jumping in his arms and kissing him passionately. Angel backed his head away after a while to look at her. "So, that's a yes?"

"Yes! Of course, what'd you think it was, me running away in horror? Of course I wanna move in with you!" She pressed her lips to his again, and they were once again lost in a passionate kiss.

So lost they didn't even notice the two vampires creeping up on them. Or one other bleached blonde vampire, coming to stand behind them and getting his stake ready. "Hate to interrupt the love birds in wha's clearly a very touchin' moment," He said, voice dripping with sarcasm, while he tried not to let the jealousy he felt slip through. "But in case you hadn't noticed, there's two ugly lookin' vamps behind you."

Both sighing in annoyance, Buffy and Angel quickly pulled apart and got into fighting stance.
Buffy easily took care of the two vampires with little to no help from the two men, who stood by and enjoyed watching Buffy move.

Just as a third vampire crept up on Buffy and she was about to strike, Spike decided to jump in. He hit the vamp a few times more than necessary before he plunged the stake into his heart. With a smirk on his face he turned to Buffy, hoping for once she was a little grateful for his help.

"Damnit Spike! That's the second time in two nights you stole my vampire, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked angrily. Everything about him annoyed her, especially the way he had been acting lately. Pretending to be helping her while he just got in the way, obviously to pester her.

The smirk on his face died down, and a look of indignation took its place. "Wha's it look like I'm doing, I helped you out! Clearly you were unprepared for that vamp, so I stepped up. If anything, I believe thanks are in order."

Buffy groaned in frustration. "I don't need your help, I never need your help! You know what, just stay out of my way – especially, when I'm patrolling!"

He snorted. "Right, patrolling." He said in a mocking tone. "Feelin' up Captain Forehead here, in the middle of the cemetery, leavin' you vulnerable to all sorts o' nasties. Right, my mistake, next time I won't bother." With one last glance at Buffy he stalked off.

Buffy turned to look at Angel with an incredulous look on her face. "God! He's getting more and more irritating every time I see him."

"Right." Angel said as he watched Spike moving further and further away. Something about the way he'd seen Spike look at Buffy didn't seem right. There'd been something in his eyes…hope? Desire? Whatever it was, it bothered Angel. Maybe he needed to have a little chat with his Grandchilde.

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"Oh my god, Buffy!" Willow said with an excited grin, as she raised her voice enough to hear over the loud music at the Bronze. "That's so great, I'm really happy for you!" She gave her best friend a quick hug over the table.

Buffy looked at Xander with an expectant smile, which he returned. "Well I think congrats are in order, right Buff?" He too gave her a hug and smiled at her warmly. "You deserve it Buffy, you really do…Unless of course, you're not happy about it, in which case –"

"Xander." Buffy said warningly, but she knew he was only teasing.

Willow sipped her coke happily as she watched Buffy's elated face. She put the drink down. "You know," She started slyly. "if things keep up this way, maybe there'll be wedding bells in the near future."

Buffy turned to her with wide eyes. "You think so?"

"Well of course! I mean, you plan on spending the rest of your life with him anyway, right? So it's bound to happen."

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, if I live to see the rest of my life that is." She said, not wanting the get her hopes up too much, when she, being the Slayer, couldn't plan too far ahead in her life, since death could come out of every unexpected corner.

"Buffy! Don't say that!" Willow said upset. "You're not gonna die any time soon."

"Yeah Buffy, you got us, watching your back. And Angel. And possibly, if we pay him enough, Spike. So you got enough people helping ya with the slayage." Xander said.

Buffy sighed. "I know. It's just…It's going really well, like, to the extend of extremely. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? Things with my life tend not to stay good for too long of an extended time period."

"Well not with that attitude, no!"

"Sorry, it's just that I always assumed I wasn't gonna live the happily ever after, being the Slayer and all."

Willow put on her resolve face. "Well, from now on, you're going to assume the exact opposite here missy, you are going to assume that you'll live to be a hundred and ten, with a bunch of fat grand children and smelly cats to boot!" Her expression softened somewhat. "coz, you know, if you keep expecting the worst, you'll never live your life to the fullest, you know? And, even if you die young, and I'm not saying you will, at least you'll have had a happy life."

Buffy smiled at that. "You're right, Will."

"And besides, a happy Slayer is a safe Slayer. If you walk around being depressed all the time, you'll have nothing to fight for." Xander chipped in, earning an elbow in the stomach from Willow. "What?"

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Holtz entered the appointed, empty looking building, feeling a bit strange from the ride in that so-called 'car'. He looked around the dark room he was now standing in, before he turned to Sahjhan. "Alright, we are here. Now where are they?"

The demon sighed. "I just drove two hours straight from LA to Sunnydale, give a fellow some time to rest."

Holtz stepped up to him with a menacing look. "Where. Are. They?" He ground out.

"It's not that simple."

"I'm tired of waiting!" He exclaimed, and reached out to grab the demon, but his hand went straight through him. Confused, he pulled back and looked at him.

"Like I said - it's not that simple. Do you think I'd go through all this trouble of transporting you two and a half centuries if I could walk up to Angelus and stake him myself? Please! There are rules and timetables and forces at work far greater than either of us. Boy, you vengeful types aren't real good at playing with others, are you?" Sahjhan passed his hands along the sides of his head and his face turned into that of a human. "It's my street face. Now come on. I've lined up some men to help us."

They went outside again and started walking in the direction of one of the more dingier parts of the town. "I hope these men you've hired are ruthless bastards." Holtz said.

"Of course, plenty of those to go around here in Sunnydale." They walked into an alley and up to a metal door, and Sahjhan knocked on it. "Go away!" A low voice growled from the other side of the door.

"It's Sahjhan." He said, and turned to Holtz. "This is where we'll get your men. Very exclusive."

They came into a club where a group of gray-skinned demons with tusks were training and fighting each other. One pair was fighting viciously in a ring. "These aren't men." Holtz remarked.

"Once again: gender - not species. I should have said 'minions.' Have you seen Grappler demons fight? - Not the sharpest pencils in the box, but merciless in battle." He turned to the demons, raising his voice to get their attention. "Okay, guys! Over here! Time to meet the new Jefe. And Flarmar, leave the head in the ring, okay?"

Flarmar, one of the demons in the ring, grunted and dropped the head he'd ripped of his opponent earlier.

"Ready to command your troops, captain?" Sahjhan asked Holtz.

"Any other surprises I should know about?" Was all he asked. He wasn't exactly used to seeing demons like these, all he knew were vampires, but he knew right away that they would definitely come in handy for his revenge against Angelus and Darla.

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Buffy and Angel walked hand in hand through the park, watching the sunset. They had started packing all Buffy's stuff for the move-in. It had been a tiresome task, since Buffy packed and unpacked just about every box at least twice, since she wanted to have all her stuff in exactly the right box. So now, despite the almost five hour long work, they were nearly halfway.

"Still think it's unfair Xander wouldn't help us pack. I mean, Willow and Tara I understand, since they have their own place to move into, but Xander's not going anywhere! Or Anya, for that matter." Buffy complained half-heartedly as they walked in a slow pace.

"Well maybe they've seen you pack."

"Hey, it's not that bad."

Angel smiled down on her. "Right. You know, I might as well not have helped you either, since you repacked everything I packed."

Buffy mock-pouted. "Meany. Besides, you had to help, coz it's your apartment I'm moving into. And while we are on that subject, is your place even big enough for my stuff? I mean, it is big, what with the two stories and all, but I have a lot of stuff."

He pretended to think this through. "You're right, you do have an awful lot of stuff. Maybe we should throw some of it away." He said, receiving a playful slap on his arm from Buffy.

"Okay, don't even joke about that!" She said with a smile. She leaned in a gave his lips a soft kiss, before they started to walk again.

"Think we should patrol?"

"Yeah, not too long though, I have to meet up with my mom later."

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Angel entered his apartment, feeling a little sore from the encounter he had with the edge of a headstone after being kicked by a vampire. He threw the keys on the table by the door and switched on the lights.

Immediately he saw the dozen or so demons filling his spacious living room, all coming at him at once. He tried to fight them off as well as he could, but soon he found himself trapped by the arms and neck by some sort of metal clamps on the ends of long sticks. He tried to struggle free, but the grip was too tight.

He heard footsteps from behind him. "Angelus." A male voice said. "I've been looking for you." The man walked slowly around him until he was fully into view.

Angel gasped in shock, instantly recognizing the man before him. "Holtz." He whispered.

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Okay, it's not very long…but what do you think? Sucky? Good? Let me know please!