thanks for being kind and patient. Happy new years!

I dont own Buffy but enjoy the read!

There were a few differences between these times and before her death. One being that instead of returning home every night she went to the mansion. Giles had came back home but things between them was kind of strained. Buffy knew it wasn't Giles fault but he indivertibly killed Angel's kid. That was something that Buffy couldn't just act like it was okay. The blonde slayer was also quieter than she had been. The gang hadn't noticed that after a certain amount of time her smiles where strained and her eyes were hard. These were the people that ripped her away from heavy. As much as Buffy tried to forgive them she couldn't. She was starting to feel empty again. She was playing a role that didn't fit right anymore. She felt like she was living in someone else life and she hated it.

Things were starting to get back to normal for the Scooby gang. With Buffy being back from the dead, the demon population decreased greatly and the Scoobies had their best friend back. Willow was still mad that Angel hid her from them but eventually she promised to not turn Angel into a frog. Buffy was getting back into her normal routine and dawn was once again attending Sunnydale high. Buffy though coming back to the real world was going to be extremely difficult because of taking care of her and Dawine. She thought she was going to be swimming in bills and mortgage but she was pleasantly surprised that Angel had taken care of it. She didn't mean like he paid a small portion; no he paid it all. Before she died she was buried in debt and now she didn't owe a dime. She still decided that she needed a job to support her and her sister. She didn't understand why she was the only one that seemed to be trying to get a job. Why couldn't Willow or Tara get one again? Was it not enough that she patrolled and saved the world on the regular? Why couldn't they get off their wicca asses to bring in a steady paycheck for a change?

It's been almost a month since that fateful day she said goodbye to L.A and came back to Sunnydale. She missed him, so much. She needed him so bad now and the fact that he wasn't there only added to her inner depression. She knew she had a job to do and when it was over they could be together again. No more loop holes and no more curses, but finally free to live their perfect happiness. She just wished that Spike would leave her alone.

Even after all this time he was still in love with her. It would be so easy to use that knowledge and to use him to feel anything even if it was disgust and hatred because that was better than feeling nothing at all. Buffy face grimaced in disgust.

No that wasn't right, she scolded herself, she had a boyfriend. For all intents and purposes they were married. Especially in the demon world; she had two little marks on her neck to prove it. They had salvaged their relationship and making it work she didn't need Spike. She didn't need the Angel replacement. She didn't know how demon marriages worked but she was pretty sure sleeping with his childe was grounds for divorce….if he didn't kill her first. Plus that mad Spike like her step grandson and that was nasty. She knew demons didn't think like that because of the no soul equal no morals but hers were still in take and she was grossed out. After her last job tried to kill her Buffycut her hair. Now you could clearly see the two little holes on the left side of her neck. It seemed like the war was endless and she and her Angel would never find their way back to each other.

Everything happens eventually.

Out of nowhere Buffyslayers senses were tingling her. She forged sleep to count how many she could sense but only felt one and assumed it was Spike. She clutched the stake in her arm just in case because technically even if she lived in the mansion, a master vamp still owned the property so she couldn't be too sure. She felt them hovering over her and she lifted her stake to his heart and opened her eyes right as she was about to hit the mark.

"Spike", she gritted out through clutched teeth.

Sure enough she was looking into bluish eyes morphing into gold. "Damn slayer", he hissed.

"What the hell are you doing in my room shit my house for that matter", she asked still holding her weapon. She may have lowered it but her guard was anything but down. She silently cursed herself for wearing nothing but Angel's shirt as the vamp drank her in hungrily.

Spike smirked. "Well if you want to get technical…I lived here first", he sung reaching out to touch her face.

Buff held her ground. "Touch me and we'll see if everything does grow back eventually", she warned. "What are you doing her Spike", she spat.

He grinned. "Well, love I'm her to finish what we started".

Buffy groaned.

Today had to be the worst day ever. They had just got rid of the devil that was trying to marry Dawn and turning them into a Broadway musical. She ended up revealing to him that she was in heaven and they exchanged some words.

"Spike go away", she screamed.

"No pet, why don't you make me", he teased back.

It's been a tiresome day and she was fed up with his arrogance. She was the slayer, she let him live, she made sure he didn't starve to death and his soulless ass mocked her. She spun around and decked him. Intestinally he punched her back landing a right hook and was pleasantly surprised when he didn't feel an ounce of pain. Buffy stumbled back in shocked. He grinned like a wild cat. "See pet, you came back wrong. I can't hit humans."

Buffy narrowed her eyes. She was feeling too shocked to form a thought. She always wondered. Angel hadn't said anything but he thought nothing was wrong to her having bed hair so that didn't help her. Angel tasted her right before she left and smelt enough of her blood from suicide attempts and hadn't voiced a changed. When he drank he told her it was just how he remembered it…..remembered her.

"Shut up", Buffy screamed. The only two words she could form at the moment with all this new information. A small part told her that Spike was trying to manipulate her to bend to his will and he couldn't be trusted because he was soulless. Vamps lie as humans breathe air. Yet, a bigger part told her wondered if that was true.

They went back and forth a few times and before either knew it Buffylips were on his. She immediately pulled away once she realized what she was doing and to whom. Buffy did something very un slayer lake. She slapped him horrified at her own actions and ran. She ran from the betrayal she knew Angel was going to feel, she ran from the possibility of actually coming back wrong. As soon as she reached the mansion she grabbed a bottle of holy water and used it as mouth wash.

"That was a mistake", she spat leaping up putting distance between them. "I'm Angel's", she declared and he sneered. He was before her in an instant and she momentarily forgot how fast he was.

"I don't see him anywhere. He left you; he always leaves so the way I see it, you're free to do whoever you want. Angel doesn't own you kitten", he said pinning her to the wall rubbing his hands along her thigh.

"Spike let me go", Buffy pleaded as he started to rip open her shirt. She was tired of fighting everything especially when it was too easy to just give in. But she was in their room. She never felt this weak as she pleaded for Spike to leave. When he tightened his grip on and leaned into kiss her she knew she was going to have to fight.

"You're not going anywhere. Your mine", he purred.

"I beg to differ", a voiced boomed from the doorway.