Quick note... I've never looked at these from a reader's point of view until now, and this chapter will probably have you going wth... Sorry about that guys. -I've got a couple more fics I'd like to post after this one that are probably more normal. :)

The walk to the arena took about 7 minutes, but Buffy didn't mind. In fact, now that she was *feeling* the number of vampires she was heading toward, her instincts were screaming at her to either fight or run. She swallowed and tested the small gold chain.

"Everything's alright," Angel murmured, and she glanced up at him uneasily.

"I know," she covered.

Angelus snorted from her other side. "So you're not nervous Buff? I'd swear your heartbeat's almost doubled."

Angel shot him a hard look before cautiously reaching an arm around her back. She didn't protest, and he slowly let it tighten.

"Master Nest," Joseph greeted as he walked over to them. "Master Kakistos has been looking for you. He's heard you have a siren at your disposal, and is quite interested in meeting her."

"May I ask where he got his information?" Nest asked.

"I believe her name's Drusilla. She was at a party I threw at my home today and mentioned it to myself and several of my guests. I have to admit I was rather..." he broke off when he noticed Buffy. "She is breathtaking," he breathed as he looked her over.

"She belongs to my grandchilde," Nest informed. "And he hasn't bothered to teach her proper etiquette I'm afraid."

"I'm sure there were many more interesting activities to teach," Joseph murmured as he stared at Buffy before turning to Angel. "Wherever did you find her?"

"Europe after an earthquake. She was mourning the loss of her family when I offered her comfort," Angel informed coolly.

Joseph nodded enthusiastically. "I can certainly see why you'd want to keep her to yourself for a few years.

Buffy looked at him with narrowed eyes and longed for a stake. Not that she could use it if she had it, but still... She unconsciously rubbed her cheek into Angel's side. His arm tightened in response, and she nuzzled her nose into him a moment before pulling away. "I hear this is your town," she stated as she moved to stand in front of Sunnydale's master.

He laughed. "This is my town. Do you like it?"

"Very much. I almost feel like I've been here before." Angel's arm slid around her waist, and Buffy relaxed into him without thought.

Joseph's gaze slid over her appraisingly before he looked up at Angel. "I don't suppose you'd consider selling her?"

"No. I haven't had her long enough to get bored yet. In fact, I brought her here so I could introduce her to clan life."

"I hear they're such... passionate creatures."

Angel couldn't disagree. He'd never been around a siren before, but if the spell Alton cast was giving her the physical needs of one... he broke the thought when Darla arrived.

"Where did she come from?" the blonde growled as her gaze slid over the girl with distaste before her eyes narrowed at the hold Angel had on her.

"She belongs to Ares my childe," Nest answered. "I believe her name's Bronwyn." Buffy found herself looking at him as if he'd spoken her name before rolling her eyes at the notion and turning her attention back to the vampires she could feel somewhere close.

"I'll be back," she murmured before pulling away from Angel and starting toward the gathering. She missed Nest's amusement, Angelus's smirk, and Angel's frown.

"Excuse me," Angel murmured as he followed her.

"Excuse us," Angelus added as he followed his twin.

"Where did you get that girl?" Darla hissed as she fell in at Angelus's side.

"Why?" he asked. "Are you jealous?"

"Sires..." Both of the twins looked over to see Luke making his way toward them. He looked at the blonde carefully before nodding. "Darla."

"Glad you could make it," Angelus greeted cheerfully. "Is everything good at the lair?"

"Everything's fine. It's been pretty quiet for the last day." He suddenly frowned when he noticed the girl walking slightly ahead of them. "Is that..."

"Yes," Angelus answered. "That's Ares's siren. Her name's Bronwyn."

"His... siren," Luke slowly stated, and Angelus shot him a smirk as they headed up a slight incline. Buffy cleared the top of it and suddenly stopped to look over the gathering demons with a sinking feeling.

"Are you okay?" Angel asked.

"I've been better," she answered truthfully.

He frowned before shifting between her and the arena. "We can leave if you want."

"No." She tried to wrap her arms around him, the chains clanked softly, stopped her, and she shifted to press her face into his chest. His hands sifted through her hair before smoothing down her back, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before looking into his brother's eyes. He glanced away and snarled at Luke's amusement before turning dark eyes to Darla. She was looking at him with an unhappy scowl, and he stared back. Buffy shifted away, and he didn't waste any time walking over to the older blonde. "Watch her," he threatened Luke quietly, "but don't touch.

"Sire," Luke bowed his head.

Seconds later, Angel grabbed Darla's arm and dragged her several feet away before pushing her against a tree and offering his throat. She didn't accept it, and he turned to her with gold eyes before knotting a hand in her hair and leaning down to give her a rough kiss.

There was a movement beside them, and Darla growled as Angelus slid a hand up her skirt. She widened her legs and whined in appreciation before kissing Angel deeply. He broke away and pressed his fangs lightly against her throat. A moment later, she slid a hand into his hair and pulled him closer. His fangs slid in, and he snarled with satisfaction before starting to free his erection.

Buffy turned away with a sick feeling. Watching Angel with his sire was an unwelcome reminder of what he was... but he wasn't hurting anyone, and she took a deep breath and looked back at the gathering of vampires.

"You okay?" Luke asked.

"He's with his psychotic family. Why would I care?"

"You probably wouldn't, except he's the closest thing to a friend you have here."

She wanted to cross her arms, but the chain wouldn't allow it. "Lucky me huh?"

He didn't respond, and she continued to study the gathering with resignation. "I guess I should check it out."

"And I think you should wait."

She shot him a look before starting toward the gathering, and before she'd made it down the hill Angel was beside her. This time though he didn't try to touch her as they walked through the various groups of vampires.

Darla watched Angelus refasten his pants. "I hate sirens," she hissed as she smoothed her skirt. "Nest spent a year with one about 300 years ago. I didn't think he'd ever kill her."

Angelus glanced up with amusement. "You're the only one that's hated her so far."

"And what's up with *Ares*," she questioned. "Is he killing again?"

"No, but does it matter?" Angelus asked seriously. "He's my brother Darla. And he's come further in the last week than I thought he would in the next one hundred years." He turned to study her. "And you don't have to worry about Bronwyn. *Angel* won't even let me touch her, and the Master is being surprisingly accommodating to his wishes."

She watched him walk away with a thoughtful scowl before leaning back against the tree. Maybe it was time to take another look at her estranged childe.

Angel leaned against the side of the bleachers and watched Buffy stare at the vampires. She was on edge, and he was well aware of the interest she was getting. He was also well aware that she was angry with him. She had been since he'd dragged Darla off. Of course, he would have been more than happy to have dragged her off instead, but not when she was under a spell, even though it was extremely tempting.

"I've been looking for you mate," Spike murmured as he walked over to Angel's side and glanced around. "Where's the girl? Did you leave her at the house?"

Angel glanced at him, and Luke moved over from where he'd been standing a few feet away. "There's the girl," the slightly older brunette motioned to Buffy, and Spike looked at her with a frown.

"That doesn't look like her."

"And why do you think that would be?" Angelus asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Spike glanced at him... "Hey, I can't help it if I was left out of the loop." He moved up to where Buffy was standing a few feet away. "You almost got me into a load of trouble," he hissed.

"Spike," Angel growled.

The bleached blonde held up his hands. "I'm just talking to her."

"Well don't," she bit out. She was angry, strung tight, and she needed something. Pressure, she decided... she needed to feel hands... needed to press against something. She fell back against the bleachers and let the post dig into her back. A moment later, she straightened when she noticed a human boy walk past. He was cute and following a woman in a gaudy outfit that was ignoring him. "Hey," she called as she walked over to him. He stopped and glanced at her with a faint frown.

"What are you?"

"Siren," she answered with a bit of impatience.

"Do you bite?" He took a step closer and smiled.

"Biting's... not... good," she told him. "And speaking of that, you should leave."

He shook his head and gave a soft laugh. "Are you kidding? I'm here because I like fangs."

She frowned. "You're a blood donor?"

"You could say that." He looked at her curiously before giving a shake of his head. "I think maybe it's you that shouldn't be here. You're way out of your league." He gave her a couple of light pats on the shoulder before turning to walk away.

She closed her eyes at the contact, but it was only a taste of what she craved, and she started to test her cuffs with tugs before trying to break them with slayer strength. The metal dug in painfully, and she pulled harder until she was mindless with her need to be free. An arm slid around her waist pulling her into a hard body, and she fell back into it before turning to press against him. Her arms went above her head before she firmly settled the chain against the back of his neck.

She was bleeding, he could smell her blood, and it was beyond enticing. He picked her up easily before hesitating. He could hear the growls and feel the eyes. "No matches tonight," he told her quietly as he started to carry her away from the arena. There were footsteps behind him, and he spun threateningly before turning back toward the house when he realized it was just his family.

"I think we're going to have a lot of company in an hour or two," Spike growled. "Half the bleachers wants her blood, and the other half just want her."

"They're not getting anything," Angelus answered grimly. "And just what were you thinking?" He turned to her angrily. "You *knew* you wouldn't be able to break those chains."

Buffy pressed her face firmly into Angel's throat before tightening the chain around the back of his neck. He gave a quiet snarl in response, and she carefully kept from looking at the vampires near her. "Put me down," she ordered as her need to be touched began to diminish.

Angel reluctantly set her on her feet before freeing the chain from around his neck. A moment later, he was pulling back her long-sleeved shirt to expose the bright red smears of blood on her arms. "Buffy," he started quietly. "You were surrounded by vampires..." he broke off. "Why would you draw your own blood?"

She frowned at her wrists before rolling her eyes. "Felt like it. Now take them off."

Angel held out his hand, and Angelus dropped the key into it before Angel slid them off, and Buffy stared at the raw bloody skin around her wrists before pulling her sleeves back down.

There were more steps behind them, and they all turned to watch as Nest walked over with a scowl of displeasure. "Sirens like to be *touched* Ares. That human boy only gave her the lightest taste of it before walking away." He shook his head. "Had you been properly taking care of her, that little display wouldn't have happened."

"She was angry grandsire. I thought it would be best to give her time."

Nest stared at him before moving to her and reaching a hand out to her cheek. Buffy stepped back. He smirked. "I can see she's okay at the moment and should be fine for a while unless she receives another light brush from someone else."

"Not if we tell the mage to break the spell," Angel answered.

"No. She caused quite a stir back there. I don't think we can just tell everyone she's no longer with us." Nest looked at Angel with irritation.

He rubbed at his forehead. "But she's not under the spell's influence in the arena or the house... right?"

"The only time she's safe from acting like a siren is when she's in the arena," Nest stated.

Angel turned away for a long moment before turning back to his grandsire. "Then we need to contact the mage."

"No," Nest stated firmly. "She looks like a siren, and she will act like one. I will not have my clan's reputation ruined over a spell and a lie. And Angel, when you're in public you *will* behave in a fitting manner as a member of this clan."

Angel lowered his head, and Nest smiled. "I believe you should head to the house now. It's probably the safest place."

"Yes grandsire," he answered as he and Buffy started toward the house with Angelus following.

Twenty minutes later:

Buffy sat on the roof with a carton of cookie dough ice cream in her lap as she studied the darkness below her. Angel was at her side, and Angelus was leaning against the side of the house behind her. "This is stupid," she stated quietly. "One dies, and another's called. I mean, yeah it sucks, but it's how things work." She glanced at Angel. "If you want to do something for me, you could give me a few stakes, a few bottles of holy water... a sword... maybe a cross, and let me see how many of them I can dust."

"You're talking to the wrong brother..." Angelus stated coolly, "and you need to remember that when you deal with me there's always a price to be paid. Of course, that's assuming I'm willing to grant your request to begin with."

"Then let's do this," she muttered as she handed Angel her ice cream before getting to her feet to look at Angelus. "I want out of this freak show... and you want slayer blood." She slowly reached for the hilt of her blade and drew it. "Let's go to the arena right now and settle it."

He smirked. "That would be interesting since you can't fight me in the arena or out of it."

"Than take the spell off."

"No." He watched her with an amused smirk.

She sheathed her sword and glared at him before going back through the window. A moment later, she hesitated at the bathroom door before turning to look at Angel. "Would you put that in the freezer for me?"

With all that was going on, her concern for ice cream caused him to frown before he nodded and watched her walk into the bathroom before hearing the lock click.

She adjusted the water temp and slid out of her shirt before beginning to rinse out the blood in the sleeves. Red water swirled down the drain before it cleared, and she wrung out the wet material before sliding out of her jeans. Her stomach dropped when she noticed the light spots of fresh blood on them. She ran a hand through her hair and sucked in a breath. Her period was early, and she uneasily began to dig through the bag for the tampons Luke had given her before she'd left Los Angeles.

Angel got off the sofa when Buffy finally came out of the bathroom, and he walked over to wrap his arms around her. She slid her arms around him before tensing when she felt Angelus move up behind her. Angel's arms tightened, and she relaxed into the pressure as Angelus's hands slid firmly along her arms. She nuzzled into Angel harder before giving him an extra hard hug and turning to step back out the window.

They watched her, and Angelus suddenly smirked. "Virgin?" he asked quietly.

"It's crossed my mind."

Angelus reached into his pocket before pulling out a key and tossing it to his twin. "The blonde's in the cell in my room," he murmured. "We'll be waiting whenever you're ready."

Angel watched his brother leave before pocketing the key and going out the window to sit beside Buffy.

It took about 40 minutes before he showed up at Angelus's door, and his twin watched knowingly as he opened the cell and kissed Sharon before quickly pulling her to the bed. The brunette already on it shifted to the side before wrapping his arms around the twenty something blonde as Angel quickly undressed.

"Don't want to be gone too long," Angel stated before joining them.

"Feel free to take your time," Angelus answered. "I can always help you out with her for a while." He paused before smirking as he dropped his head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling. "She probably wouldn't even know the difference if we changed clothes."

"I think she'd figure it out," Angel muttered as he slid a hand under the skirt Sharon was wearing before leaning down to kiss her. She readily responded, and he broke the kiss before shifting lower to drag fangs across her throat, lap at the small amount of blood. "I'm so... fucking hungry," he growled after he lifted his head. "Her wrists are still bleeding."

Angelus frowned as Angel turned his attention back to the willing blonde. "Her wrists were a little messed up, but shouldn't they have healed by now?"

"You'd think," Angel muttered, "but it's been so long since I've played with a slayer I don't trust my memory."

Angelus's eyes turned dark with interest. Angel's statement had just been a statement without pain or remorse. In fact, he watched his brother slide into the woman under him before dropping down to lay his head against her throat as he started slow heavy thrusts, he remembered just how they used to 'play' with slayers. There had been some sex involved, but mostly there had been lots of blood, lots of torture. His eyes narrowed. "I can take a look at them if you want."

Angel lifted his head and locked gold eyes with his brother a moment before he drove fangs into Sharon's throat and came. Orgasms shook both of them, and a few seconds later he rolled off and got to his feet. "If you want to." He hesitated for a moment. "I don't suppose the spell's interfering with her healing abilities?"

"I doubt it," Angelus murmured before scooping up the panting blonde and carrying her back into the cell. He set her on her feet before locking the door and waiting for Angel to finish dressing. It didn't take long, and they were headed back to his brother's room.

Buffy glanced up when the twins walked onto the roof and stood over her. She turned to the one on the right and firmly nuzzled into their knee before drawing back when she realized she was rubbing against soft smooth material. Pulling away from Angelus, she reached to twine her arm around Angel's leg. The rougher blue jean material didn't feel as good, but she didn't care as she gripped his leg to her. A moment later, she shifted so she could nuzzle up the outside of his thigh. She pressed her face against him harder for a few long moments before lightly nipping at his jeans. Her arms tightened with slayer strength before she released him with satisfaction. Nothing seemed off to her. Her actions were normal. She idly thought of the guy that had patted her shoulder at the games before totally forgetting about him when Angel and Angelus crouched down on either side of her.

"You okay Buff?" Angelus asked as he gave her a wicked smile.

"Yeah," she answered before she looked over to see Angel was staring at the roof, his body tense. She frowned at him before reaching out to slap his knee. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he answered, but he didn't look up.

"You're not acting like it." She turned to look at Angelus suspiciously. "What did you do to him?"

He laughed before sobering as he caught the scent of her blood, and he glanced at the thin rivulets of it running from her wrists before reaching down to grab her arm. "What are you doing?" she hissed as she jerked away from him with a strength that might have been a match for his own.

He turned gold eyes on her. "Your wrists are still bleeding, and it's been over an hour. Don't you find that odd?"

"No," she answered with a quick nervousness that had him narrowing his eyes. A moment later, she got to her feet and made her way back into the room.

A knock came at the door, and she pulled it open.

"Hello there Luv," Spike murmured as he looked her over with interest before looking behind her. "The crowds have started arriving grandsires... and the Master expects you to socialize." Both brunettes looked at him with annoyance, and he leaned against the doorway and let his eyes wander over Buffy with a smirk. "He also said with the two of you out of the way, he might be able to send up a human that would take pity on her." It surprised him when it was Angelus that grabbed his shirt and slammed him face first into the barrier he couldn't cross.

"Restate that so I can understand it," the brunette growled.

Spike reached up to cover his bleeding nose. "I got the opinion he thought she'd need more than you or Ares were willing to deliver."

Angel stepped through the barrier and jerked Spike away from his brother. "She's under a spell," he hissed. "That," he waved a hand at the room, "isn't her."

Spike held up his hands. "I didn't say it," he muttered before lowering his head in submission and scowling at the blood dripping onto his shirt. "I was only repeating what the Master said."

"Let's just say he can get by with more than you can," Angelus answered grimly before turning to look at Buffy, and the thin trails of fresh blood seeping from her wrists. "Try not to bleed to death before we get back Buff... It would be such a waste." He gave her a dark smile before stepping into the hall and closing the door behind him.

Buffy took a relieved breath as they left. Angelus's interest in her wrists was more than she was prepared to deal with. The twins weren't stupid. Angel was just a lot less confrontational than his brother, but he was right, her wrists would have healed if it wasn't for the fact she was reopening them.

She scowled as she realized she'd have to let them heal and find another way of dealing with any blood scent they might pick up on, another way than letting them know she was on her period anyway.

Angel watched as Luke, Spike, Angelus, and even Nest ran interference for him. He was almost surprised when Darla was able to get through... but was more surprised when she pushed him against the wall and buried fangs in his throat. Going with it, he lightly pressed the tips of his fangs against her neck and waited for permission to be granted. But no hand slid into his hair to pull him forward, and he snarled quietly as she drank from him until he collapsed at her feet. He glanced up into her narrowed eyes before lowering his head in submission. If she was willing to claim him, he was willing to do his part.

A human was pushed down in front of him and he looked at her with glinting eyes before looking up at his sire. She lifted an eyebrow, and he took an unneeded breath and reached for the brunette. She was scared, and he began to soothe her with soft nuzzles and murmurs before becoming aware of Darla's displeasure. He slowly lifted his head to look up, and she smirked as they locked eyes. "Drink."

He tightened his hold on her before sinking fangs into her throat. She cried out in pain, and he took just enough blood to steady himself before beginning to lap at the wounds.

"Drink *more*," Darla murmured. He looked back up with cautious brown eyes that looked more vulnerable than he would have liked before carefully sinking his fangs in again. After another mouthful, he pulled away and cleaned her neck. "More," she ordered quietly.

"He doesn't kill," Angelus growled so low Darla could barely hear him before he pulled the woman to her feet and pushed her away.

"Sire," Luke broke in as he shoved a blonde forward and down onto her knees. "I've always thought blondes were more to your liking."

Angel glanced at the willing woman in front of him. She was a junkie, and he gratefully sank fangs into her throat and drank before pulling away and beginning to clean her up.

Darla watched angrily before knotting a hand in Luke's shirt. "That was stupid," she told him in a low threatening voice.

Angelus pulled her hand away from his childe with dark angry eyes. "If you've got a problem sire, I'm right here," he hissed. A moment later, she violently sank punishing fangs into his throat before enlarging the holes with sharp jerks of her head.

"Darla," Nest broke in. "Must you carry out this display in front of our guests?" She turned to her sire with gold eyes. "They're mine... You don't have a right to interfere."

He smiled. "They may be your childer, but they're my grandsons. He cocked his head. "Aren't they my childe?" She scowled at the subtle warning before turning at the low laugh Kakistos gave.

"Children can be so trying sometimes. I had to discipline one of mine for not cleaning the dungeon after he'd used it. There was dried blood and pieces of flesh all over the knives, chains, and floor. He knows how I detest that."

Nest nodded. "Yes. I too enjoy a clean workspace."

Kakistos nodded before looking at Darla. "If you're done with Ares, there's something I'd like to show him if you don't mind."

She looked down at him with indecision before knotting a hand into his hair and drawing him toward her wrist with a snarl. Angel nuzzled it as the offering it was before sinking fangs in to take several deep pulls, he carefully cleaned it a moment later before getting to his feet and turning to Kakistos. "You had something to show me, master?"

Minutes later, Angel and Angelus were looking at Kakistos's siren as she pressed herself against the ancient vampire's chest.

"Do you know of any more sirens?" Angelus asked as he studied her.

"Six others," Kakistos answered. "Ares's would be seven... Unfortunately, sirens don't seem to live very long in captivity. You may have noticed they enjoy pressure to the point of enjoying pain... and it's so easy for us to give them that." Angel glanced over her scared body with a faint frown before noticing Kakistos was watching him. "Although," the ancient vampire added, "I didn't notice any damage on your girl Ares."

"I haven't had her very long."

"Well, that explains it then." Kakistos smiled as the redhead slid to her knees with a soft quiet sound and began unfastening his pants. "But even when you scar and hurt them... they're still so... forgiving," he murmured as he smiled down at her. He glanced back up at Angel. "I had thought you might like to trade for an hour or two. I do so enjoy new conquests."

"That is tempting," Angel murmured as he watched the siren deep throat Kakistos. "But I'm afraid mine isn't as trained. I think you'd be disappointed."

Kakistos laughed quietly. "I thought she looked on the young side... but I wouldn't worry too much about that, they're very easy to train." He suddenly shoved her onto him and she gave a muffled cry of distress.

"Mine is... untried," Angel quietly answered. "I've always enjoyed drawing out a conquest."

"There is something to be said for it," Kakistos acknowledged, "but I must admit," he murmured as he came before pushing her away as he refastened his pants, "I'm usually too impatient to deny myself."

The siren whined before crawling back to him. A moment later, she was nuzzling along his leg. Angel glanced away and noticed his brother was watching her with gold eyes.

"How long have you had her?" Angelus asked.

"About 8 months." He laughed softly. "Up until the time I found her she'd only had humans. Let me assure you she doesn't look at them now. They much prefer strength as opposed to weakness. Of course, their response to strength is also one of the reasons they don't live very long."

Angelus nodded. "Well... Ares is finally letting me play a bit." he glanced at his brother. "I hope our visit here doesn't change that."

Angel glanced at him with a shuttered expression, and Kakistos laughed at the display. "I've always thought you boys did a lot of that kind of thing together."

"He's been gone a while," Angelus answered. "I think we're all glad to have him back."

Angel abruptly turned to Kakistos. "I want to thank you for the offer master, and I'll keep it in mind."

Kakistos nodded. "When I made it I was unaware of her level of experience... I can understand your hesitation to go through with a swap under the circumstances."

Angel's gaze slid to the siren for a long moment before he glanced back up at Kakistos. "Does yours fight?" he asked curiously.

"Fight?" Kakistos laughed. "Hardly... She's more of a giver."

"Mine fights."

"I saw the sword on her back, but why would you want to fight her?"

"Why wouldn't we?" Angelus asked casually.

"Well they have the strength for it," Kakistos murmured, "but fighting's not in their nature, and it won't be in your girls either once she's found other avenues of sating her needs."

"I'm not sure she's typical," Angel answered with a faint troubled frown at the thought of what the spell could do to her. "And speaking of which, I think I've been away from her too long."

Kakistos nodded. "Have fun boys... And if she does fight, I look forward to seeing how she handles herself."

They both lowered their heads respectfully before leaving.

It was almost 4 am when the twins stepped into Angel's room, and the first thing Angelus did was flip on the lights. Angel glanced at him with annoyance before walking over to where Buffy was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping on the sofa. He reached out to touch her shoulder, and she opened sleepy eyes before reaching for his wrist so she could nuzzle into his palm. "What time is it?" she asked before getting up to wrap her arms around him, press firmly against his chest.

"Four," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her.

"How're your wrists, Buff?" Angelus asked.

"Fine."

"You know I still haven't figured that out," he started conversationally. "I mean, I've tortured my share of slayers... and it doesn't take that long for them to stop bleeding... not unless their wounds are a lot deeper than yours."

She rolled her eyes. "Get over it."

"Let me see," Angel murmured before reaching for her arm and examining her healed wrist.

She pulled away after a couple of seconds. "I said I'm fine."

Angelus watched thoughtfully before looking at his brother. "Do you remember that redheaded slayer we caught in Ireland?"

Angel shot him a dark look. "It's not something I like remembering."

Angelus smirked before looking at Buffy. "We kept reopening her wounds so we could time how long it took her to heal... and you know it kept taking longer and longer. She was so easy at the end Buff, so bloody and weak. I have to admit I missed her for a few nights after she was gone."

Buffy looked at him with a scowl. "Yet another reason to dust you," she murmured dryly.

He grinned, and Angel scowled at him before looking back at her. "Sleep in the bed Buffy. I won't be back for a few hours, and one of us might as well use it."

She looked up curiously. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah." Angel shot Angelus a look before looking back at her. "I mean if you're okay here by yourself."

She nodded. "I'm fine."

Angelus watched Angel pick out another girl before starting to drag her toward the stairway. "Didn't know you had it in you," he murmured as he followed.

"Don't start," Angel answered as he headed up the stairs. "You know we can't keep taking blood from Sharon, or we'll kill her."

"What about this one?" Angelus asked. "Are we saving her life too?"

Angel shot him a look. "Yes."

Angelus snorted but followed his brother to his room. "You know we could do this at your place instead of mine."

"Riight," Angel drug out, "because Buffy wouldn't mind at all."

Angelus grinned and pulled the girl against him as Angel started to strip out of his shirt.