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"Too bad you don't", a voice shouted as he crashed into the room startling both men.

Angel looked at the intruder growling slightly. He was in a really bad mood and this military guy pointing a weapon at him was not helping matters. The kid looked familiar and Angel never forgot a face; then it clicked. Two months ago, he saw this kid talking to his Buffy when he went to save her during Thanksgiving.

*Smells too much like Buff, I say we found papa…man I love it when they deliver. All this anger and your broody have made me hungry*

"Ah um who are you", asked the British man at a loss for words who wasn't trying to kill them today.

"Buffy isn't here, now leave. Lower your weapon, I'm not going to kill you", Angel mustered as nicely as possible.

The man with the gun gave a bitter laugh. "So you do know who I am hostile and civilian you are in danger to being in close proximity to this hostile. I suggest you leave the building. Now", the solider commanded never lowering his weapon, simply taking it off safety.

"I work here. This hostile as you so politely called him is my boss. I suggest you leave now before things gets ugly", exclaimed Wesley.

"Why does everyone insist that this thing is human? You're not human! You scum, you don't deserve to walk around the earth, let alone Buffy", he yelled.

"I'm only going to tell you one more time. Put the gun down, it won't kill me anyways", Angel smirked but inwardly he was seething. The kid already had everything he ever wanted with Buffy but apparently that wasn't good enough. He had to come all the way here, in his office to dig it in his face. Angel regarded him coldly.

Riley was beyond mad. This vampire took everything from him. "When is she coming back", he asked. He wanted to know how much time he had to accomplish the mission. If it was up to him he would have dusted Angel but he was under orders to bring him in. Although, he could always say there was an accident because one less hostile was nothing to complain about.

Angel brow knitted in confusion. "Who", he asked.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to the crazy GI Joe with a gun. Riley eyes were slightly dilated and he had bags under his eyes a tale sign that he was sleep deprived.

"Don't act like you don't know. I think it would be appeasing if she comes back and find your ashes and come crying back to me. Release her from your thrall and I won't kill you", he commanded once again.

Both Wes and Angel had to fight to keep a straight face.

Thrall really? He thought Buffy was under a thrall. The thought was ludicrous and even then a thrall wasn't nearly as powerful as what they had.

"Buffy's not under anything Tommy", Angel reassured.

'Riley", he quipped curtly stepping closer pinning Angel against the wall. "You took everything from me", he yelled waving his gun in Angel's face.

"I believe you got that wrong", Wesley added in. He wanted to do something but one look at Angel stopped him.

"Wes go, call Buffy tell her to come back and get her sorry ass boyfriend out of my office".

Riley pressed a button and two more GI Joes came in.

"You won't be going anywhere hostile worshipper", Forrest said disgustingly aiming his gun at Wesley. Wesley gulped.

"So this is the hostile that ruined your life. I told you that bitch wasn't good for you and now look where we are", spoke Graham.

"I have no idea what you're talking about but call Buffy a name again and all bets are off", Angel growled.

"Don't lie, you stole my fiancé and you took my child. That baby she is carrying is supposed to be mine, not yours. You're not supposed to have kids you dead piece of meat. You disgust me, and when you're dusted I'm a raise said kid to hate your guts. I'm a train them to kill things just like you. That is if it looks like Buffy cause if it looks anything like you I'm a dissect it like a frog", Riley sneered.

Angel was trying to digest this crazy rant. Buffy was having his baby, that was what she wanted to tell him…and he threw her out. He didn't know how it was possible but right now he had bigger problems. The last part of Riley tangent clicked in his head and Angel vamped out. The vamp launched at Riley snapping his little riffle in half.

Riley was surprise when Angel came at him and broke his gun. He was now pinned against the wall.

As soon as they were able to get a clear shot at Angel they fired. This caused Angel to drop Riley unceremonious on the ground. Angel groaned in pain as a light circuited around his body until he fell to the ground motionless.

Wesley watched helpless because he was still being held at gun point. "Bloody hell, what did you do to him", he asked outraged not caring about the gun and raced to his boss. There was no movement what so ever and it wasn't like he could check for a pulse.

The three men ignored him. Moving around the 'hostile' cautiously aiming at him ready to fire at any signs of movement. "Escort this gentleman downstairs and have the van ready for transport solider", announced Riley.

Graham looked at the hostile on the floor before looking eyes with Riley. "Yes sir", he answered and grabbed the distraught Wesley from Angel. Wes tried to put up a fight but only succeeded in landing a right hook before his captive pulled out a gun to his head.

Walking away from Angel was always hard for Buffy. He was her rock but it seemed lately all they were good at was hurting each other. She still couldn't wrap her head around the idea of Angel helping Faith no matter how hard she tried. He had even defended Faith from her by hitting her. True she did throw the first punch but he knows that her instincts take over sometimes.

When it was all said and done Faith was behind bars and that's what she wanted. She tried to fill at ease but it didn't work. Faith created a huge mess that she had to clean up. For one thing, Riley slept with Faith. True she was in her body but still he should have known. Angel would have known. Then with how Riley found out that Angel, the dead vampire, who couldn't have kids was the father of her child. She really didn't know how she was going to ease into that conversation but it could have been better than him finding out on the way to her hospital room. She knew they were over, truthfully it shouldn't have started but she owed him an explanation. She would go find him tomorrow morning after a good night sleep. Today had been an emotional draining day.

Upon entering Sunnydale, Buffy didn't feel like going home and she didn't want to bother Willow with the latest Bangel drama so she headed to the mansion. It's been like her second home since her pregnancy and now she felt less guilty wanting to be closer to Angel. She signed contently closing the door.

"Don't you look comfy grandma", spoke Spike smoking a cigarette leaning on the banister.

Buffy eyes narrowed. "Not in the mood Spike. What are you doing here', she asked cautiously reaching for her stake as a reflex.

"I used to live here you know fond memories and all that grams", he said blowing smoke everywhere.

"Well past tense, now put that cigarette out and get out", she yelled. "And stop calling me grams", she said as an afterthought. "Wait why are you calling me grams and why are you still here. I can kick your ass and there is nothing you can do as you dissolve to ash", Buffy stated.

Spike swallowed hard and put out the cigarette. Buffy smiled broadly, until Spike spoke. "Well family is suppose to take you in no matter what. You said that once. Like it or not we're family now pet. Well at least until that little bit is out of you and this chip out of my head. Then I will bloody kill you both", he said grinning until his headache popped up.

"Aw do you need some aspirin", Buffy sneered with a laugh. "Look I'm tired Spike can't we do this another day…wait you knew the entire time didn't you…that the baby was Angel's... why didn't you say something", asked Buffy.

Spike smirked at the blonde petite slayer. "I'm evil pet why would I help you. It was much more fun seeing things unravel and oh yeah Giles is paying me to be your new bodyguard. Make sure your on bed rest and all that".

"This is ridiculous, I want you gone when I wake up", she screamed stomping up the stairs. "And start a fire, it's freezing grandchilde", she mocked. She was grateful as she entered the room because of the cross hanging by the door. She could sleep without Spike walking in watching her. She would thank Willow and Giles before she hurt them for considering the idea. She swayed slightly getting into one of Angel t-shirts and putting on some sweats. "Don't worry, I'll call daddy tomorrow baby and straighten this all out", she said rubbing her belly. The slayer climbed in bed, wrapped the covers up around her and instantly falling to sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, hours later there was in fact a vampire watching her sleep.

Angel waited until the third guy left. He stayed as still as possible. Whatever they gave him made him feel weird. It shocked the hell out of him. He guessed it was suppose to freeze him or knock him out. It probably would have worked on a fledging but he was almost 300 they were going to have to try a little harder. As soon as the two heart beats left he bolted it up using his super speed and attacked the one closest sinking his teeth in him. He didn't even wait till the body hit the floor before he cornered Buffy's pathetic boyfriend. The fear was intoxicating. Angelus inhaled, smiling broadly.

"You-you Buff said you don't attack people Angel", stuttered Riley hoping the vampire would let him go. If possible the dark haired vampire smile widened.

"He doesn't, but you see I'm not a people person. There just food to me. I would thank you for freeing me; perfect happiness are rare to find these days but those gun rays there something else. I'm Angelus and I believe you've been touching what's mine. I say it's past time I rectify that little fact. The slayer's mine. Always, understood", he sneered. Riley nodded weakly. "Good", Angelus said knocking him out in one punch.

Angelus couldn't believe his luck today. Buff was pregnant with his spawn. Angelus felt extremely prideful at being the first and probably only vampire to achieve that one. Since the move to LA the old prude had been extra broody always missing a certain slayer and he came to acknowledge that he too missed his greatest obsession. Another problem he was going to rectify tonight.

* You're in love with her, just admit it already*, Angel sighed.

Angelus growled picking up the GI Joe wanna be and getting ready to go back to his mate in Sunnydale. If he hurried he could beat the sun. Just then the third commando reappeared great timing really. "You can be a to go snack", he smiled grabbing the young man so fast and disarming him. The guy passed out. Angelus rolled his eyes and left for the car to load his carry ons. He then went up stairs to quickly dispose of the body. He ended up throwing it in a nearby dumpster after musing how funny it was to have Riley try to wake his dead friend up.

The ride to Sunnydale was uneventful; he managed to cut the trip in half only stopping for gas once. He cleaned out the small gas stationed leaving not only his tank full but him as well. Angelus pulled up to Revello drive but he didn't feel anything. His brows knitted in confusion. Maybe she was out slaying or at the dorm. He didn't have time to check both so he drove to his old place on Crawford and was extremely surprised to feel her there. "Interesting", he grinned.

Angelus walked confidently inside the house deciding to check on the slayer whereabouts before having some fun. It was always better to be safe than sorry, even though to him it really didn't matter. If he was being truthful, he was just eager to see Buff and he hated it. Therefore he wasn't being truthful.

"What the hell are you doing here William", sneered Angelus as he opened the door. Spike wasn't anywhere in sight but he could smell him strongly.

Not even a second later Spike appeared. "Well I was watching a rerun of Passions poof, what you are doing here? Don't you live in LA or something", quip Spike.

"Don't care Spike, call me a poof again and you're going to end up watching your ass grow back when I rip you a new one. Where is she, you better is not have touched her", Angelus growled slamming Spike against the wall.

Spike gasped. "Holy shit Angelus". Angelus looked impatient, and that was never good. He could play 50 questions and avoid 100 with Angel but him soul less was a different story. Sure he loved to piss him off, but he looked in a non forgiving mood so he quickly supplied. "She's sleeping like a baby in your room. Giles paid me to watch over her and what not since the stubborn slayer don't know that she's Prego and wants to slay everybody forgetting that she's easy pickens mate. So sod off I didn't do anything".

Angel loosed his grip. He wasn't done yet. "When you called saying Buff was pregnant, why didn't you tell me I was the father".

Spike grinned innocently. "I never said you weren't. Some stuff you just don't tell over the tele. By the way how are you the father anyway"?

Angelus released Spike and gave him a grin of his own. It was really eerie seeing his Angelic face light up but when you looked in his eyes they were cold and as dead as him. "When a man or in my case demon and woman love each other", he mocked.

Spike stared at his grandsire thinking along the terms, did he just say love? He wasn't going to taunt him….yet but since when was the scrooge of Europe capable of such a feat. "Not what I meant pops", he settled for instead keeping the playful banter.

Angelus realized his little slip and was happy when his grandchilde let it slide. He thought about seeing Buffy again and watching her sleep like old times and immediately grew serious. "Spike", he barked. "Make yourself useful and go outside and make my guest more comfortable. They're in the car", he commanded walking towards the stairs.

Spike gawked. "Are you bloody crazy, it's almost sunrise".

Angelus was already up the stairs when he turned around to give Spike a shit eating grin. "Then run", and with that he was gone.

"Bloody pounce", Spike mumbled under his breath as he quickly did as he was told.

He watched her as she snuggled against the pillow. Her face was so sweet and innocent one couldn't even tell the horrors of her life just by looking at her. He remembered watching her sleep three years ago and was comparing the subtle differences that changed over the years. The number one difference that kept drawing his eyes was her stomach. It was hidden from him by one of his shirts that she no doubt stole.

Three years ago he probably would have lurked and tortured her all throughout the pregnancy. He would have waited till the baby was born and as it made it first cry into the world he would've snapped it's neck right in front of her probably ending her life as well on the same day. But then he had three years to reflect and he realized that even though he still hated her for what he did to him, she was still his. That pretty little mark proved it and this time he didn't want to be an outsider looking in. he wanted it all, but would she allow it or would they go back to being arch enemies. Either way it was guaranteed to be ignited in hot burning passion because they did nothing half ass.

It must have been twenty minutes when he could no longer resist the urge to touch her. He hovered over her and removed a piece of hair from in front of her face lingering for just a minute.

A minute was all it took for Buffy to grab her stake discreetly and launch it towards the intruders-probably Spike's heart. "What part of I will kill you and dance on your ashes if you come in here, did you not get", she asked twisting the stake a little on said persons chest. She heard a low growl.

"That's not very nice to say to your one and only lover", she heard his mocking voice. Her heart skipped a beat. Angel was here, but not Angel it was him.

She looked up trying to fight down the giveaway signs and looked into his eyes with a smile to her face. Angelus still looked like her Angel and after the rough night she had she was glad he was hear. Now she was going insane….she was glad the devil reincarnated was in her bedroom….well technically his old bed room.

"Hey", she breathed still staring into those cold lifeless eyes.

"Hey back", he smiled reaching for the blankets trying to see her belly like he had a right to do whatever he wanted to her.

In his sick mind, Buffy realized he probably did.

"Mind moving that", he grunted and Buffy realized that she had yet to remove the stake. She stared at it before hesitantly lowering the stake.

"How", she asked her voice now holding all the surprise and worry in it as tears came to her eyes but they didn't dare fall. He experience perfect happiness with someone else and was here to kill her and their unborn child, which he probably didn't know it was his. He just smiled at her. "It's yours, you know the baby", she said weakly as the dam broke. What would it matter, this monster in front of her would only take more pleasure out of killing them both. He reached out a hand and Buffy closed her eyes and waited for the blow to come. She was too tired to fight him she only hoped it would be swift.

He did something that shocked them both. He leaned down and kissed away her tears before claiming her mouth with his. The kiss was filled with passion, a mixture of love and hate. Build up frustration and longing all combined in one. He pinned her to the bed grinning as she moaned his name. Not Angel but his.

"Mine", he growled as he pulled away long enough for Buffy to catch her breath. He started to place kisses down her neck nibbling every now and again sucking hard. Not hard enough to tear the skin but he promised there would be time for that later.

"I hate you" Buffy panted.

"There's a thin line between love and hate lover. I walk it all the time", and with that he kissed her again.

Hours later, when he was sure Buff was asleep he went back downstairs to his basement to take care of a few more things on his list. Reclaim Buff check….now it was time to torture the ex boyfriend. Hopefully he was awake. He didn't bother putting on any clothes he was too relaxed and happy to give a damn. He knew when Buff really had time to think and process what happened earlier she was going to be really sore, and freaked out. The events that transpired amongst them were world shattering. If he lied to Buffy the first time they had sex or made love as soul boy would call it wasn't horrible up until now it was the best he ever had but he wasn't about to tell her that. It was such a shame, so much time wasted. If only he knew then what he know now he wouldn't have been trying to condemn the world to hell.

"Good your finally up solider, how are you feeling", Angelus asked sweetly stretching and flexing all of his muscles.

"Buffy's going to find out, and she will save me", Riley spoke confidently even as he was chained to a wall.

"Yes, Buffy is the reason this whole thing started, isn't it", he asked as he sharpen one of his knives. He made his way over to him weapon in hand trailing it none too lightly over Riley's arms. "See the thing about Buff is, she's mine and I don't like sharing. Yet you seem to think you could come barging into my home telling me all types of wrongs that you shouldn't have been touching now you have to pay the piper". He started to carve away at the soldiers hands.

Riley screamed as he was being skinned alive.

"Oh as much as I love hearing you screaming in pain, we wouldn't want Buffy coming down here and ruining our fun. Plus she looked like she needed a goods nights rest, I did tire her out with all the sex we just had", Angelus smirked. "Spike, where's my gag".

Spike came around the corner holding a ball and a scarf. He handed it to his sire. "Jesus mate put some damn clothes on", Spike exclaimed.

Angelus shrugged as he tried to stuff the ball into Riley's mouth. "The ball is too big Spike", he pointed. He punched the blonde solider in the mouth knocking out a few teeth. "There it's perfect", he smiled as he then proceeded to shove the ball in his mouth and secure it in place with the scarf. "I'm waiting on him to past out so I can go have more monkey sex with my slayer". He grinned as he stared into Riley pained eyes.

Angelus laughed. "You didn't really think she loved you did you? You thought that you could give her the white picket fence 2.5 kids and take her away from her calling", he sneered going back to work at Riley's other hand. "Away from me. She tried to like it but if I know Buff like I know I do, you disgust her as much as you disgust me". Angelus loved the muffled screams of terror. He was going to paint the walls in Riley's blood. He stabbed his knife through the man's hands. "Hold that".

He turned to look at Spike. He looked like a lost puppy. His grandchilde looked horrible forced to live how he did with the soul. It was not something he would wish on anyone. He killed the other boy just because he felt sorry for him earlier. Angelus knew he wouldn't truly abandon him but he was growing tired of hand feeding the kid. The dark haired vampire roughly pulled Riley's head and turned it to Spike's direction. "Look what you did to me boy lass", his accent coming out in his anger. "You messed with me childes head. Lass getting mad are pointless but I'm all for getting even. You seem to keep touching my stuff. How about I sculpt your head. You know I'm an artist. Ask Buff". Suddenly his expression turned even darker, "secondly don't. When I get down with you I want you to piss on yourself just thinking about her."

Let the fun began.

Buffy woke up once again from dreaming of that forgotten day with the feel of arms being around her. As she came to the memories of last night and early morning came flying to her. These arms that held her were not Angel's but Angelus'. She was in the arms of a murder; mass murder but weirdly Buffy couldn't remember a time she felt safer. She snuggled up against his cool chest and was rewarded when he pulled her closer. She turned slowly wondering if this was some new torture he invented for her. Or did he really love her too? Demons can't love but get close right? Spike really loved crazy girl Drusilla, so maybe just maybe anything was possible. He told her he loved her when he drifted off to sleep but she wasn't sure he knew he said it.

She turned silently in his arms and started to plant light feathery kisses down his chest. She never experienced a good morning after with Angel and she was incredibly eager to start a new. After a few minutes he woke up and their eyes connected as he came to. Under all that lust laid confusion.

Buffy eyes widened as she pecked him on the lips. 'Morning stranger", she smiled as warm chocolate eyes stared into hers.

"Buffy", he called out confused as to why he was in bed with her. Last thing he remembered was yelling at her. "I'm sorry Buffy you're not still mad at me are you", he had to hear the words.

Buffy nodded grabbing his hand and lacing it with hers. "Nope. Always I'm here. Always", she spoke softly. "Close your eyes".

He was still lost and confused but he did so without question. He trusted her, loved her, so wordlessly he complied fighting back the on sight of images threaten to explode. He shut his eyes and focused on her…Her scent, her voice, the shine in her eyes. He felt a piece of paper slid in his hands. Then he felt Buffy scoot closer and press her back against him. "Okay I promise I don't have a sword", she joked. "Open them", she gushed.

And he did leaning over Buffy he saw a black and white photograph; her sonogram. "Our baby", she says breathlessly. "Our thanksgiving miracle. Angel apparently there was someone else who didn't want us to forget".

'You remember", he asked slowly comprehending. "We're having a baby", he exclaimed.

She squealed an ear crushing sound as a confirmation and turned around and kissed him. Everything would have been so perfect if his memories didn't choose that time to come back with a vengeance.

He remembered everything. The ambush…the massive killings at the gas stop…Buffy and him….drinking from her….her ex bleeding to death; he remembered everything. Some things were just unforgettable. He gently pulled her off him and stood to get dress. "Riley came to see me", he exclaimed.

Buffy lips formed an "O". "I'm so sorry for that he was out of line now come back to bed", she commanded playful.

Angel eyes connected with hers. His held so much guilt. "He might be dead downstairs bleeding to death", he rushed.

It took a minute for it to click before she hurriedly followed Angel down the stairs still wearing his shirt.