In answer to Carrie. First off, everyone priest calls people that confess to them their

"children", Second off, do you live in the 1700's? No? Then you don't know if they did

or not. And don't read it if you liked Darla and Angelus better....it's that simple. Kay?

Now in conclusion thank you for you're not very constructive criticism

Timeline: 1997 Josette is now going by Buffy. The five of them have now separated. Dru

and Spike still together naturally.

AN: I started this pretty soon after I updated before so if you reviewed thank you.

AN 2: I'm really uncomfortable writing kissie stuff so...I sorta recycled the "kissie"

scene from another story I wrote when I wasn't quite myself.


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Sunnydale, California. 1997.

Buffy Summers, or Josette depending on which circles you asked, walked

confidently into the Bronze, pausing only to get her hand stamped by the bouncer. The

dark purple dress she wore clung to her curves and she knew she had every male's

attention. The thought empowered her.

The music pulsed around her, the strobe lights casting rhythmic shadows over her

face. She would have a headache by now if it wasn't for the lack of blood pressure. She

leaned into the boy that had wrapped his arms around her waist and proceeded to start

grinding into her. She gave in and pushed herself into him, grating her back against him.

She realized how tall how much taller than her he was when she felt something she really

hoped was a gun pressed against her. She turned herself around and gazed into the dark

blue eyes of the human. "Do you want to get out of her," she asked pushing herself into

him.

He gulped then nodded and she led the way to the door.

She pushed him against the wall of the alley. "What do you want," she blew into

his ear.

"You," he answered and tried to kiss her. She pulled away. "Nuh uh."

He frowned.

"You seem to have a death wish sugar," she whispered.

"And why do you say that?"

She chuckled and bit him. She took enough to kill him, then pulled away.

"That's why," she walked away, leaving him to die.

"Wow, that was unusually vicious," a voice said from behind her. Her steps

faltered and she turned around. "Angelus?"

The shadows around him melted as he emerged. "At least you remember me."

He smirked.

"Of course I do......it's a wonder you remembered me." Her eyes narrowed.

"Why wouldn't I," he smiled sweetly. She recognized this mood. The calm

before the storm.

"Well the last time we saw each other you were too busy fucking Dru and

Darla to notice I was leaving."

"Bitter?"

"Oh, not even."

He momentarily looked like a lost child.

"What, no witty comment? I'm disappointed in you lover."

He sighed and ran his fingers back through his now-spiked hair. "I missed

you," he mumbled looking at the ground.

Her eyebrows rose on their own. "Really," she was skeptical.

"Yes," a look oddly close to pain was in his eyes.

She walked toward him and rested her head on his shoulder. "This is really

familiar," she whispered against his neck.

"It is." he agreed and tightened his hold on her. She met his eyes. They stared

each other down until finally Angelus surrendered and lowered his lips to hers, kissing

her gently. She'd remembered Angelus as being rough, wanting the violence that

accompanied being a demon. She ran her tongue lightly over his mouth, coaxing his

tongue to play with hers. He obeyed, moaning softly. She pulled away, suddenly realizing

where they were.

"What?" He looked dazed.

"Too public. Plus he's still alive," she nodded toward the boy.



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Angelus glanced around the Buffy's room. Wicker chairs, Chinese lamps, a

walk-in closet. "You've really changed."

"I know," she smirked and pushed him over to the chair.

She sat so that she was straddling him. His kiss was different now, she

noted. More intense. More like he used to be. She snuggled deeper into his arms and decided to just
enjoy the moment. He picked her up and walked over to the bed. Before she could react he

had her dress over her head and his jacket on the floor. His shirt quickly

followed. He pulled her tighter against him, flesh meeting flesh.

She took a deep breath when he briefly released her to kiss her

neck....collarbone....the sensitive spot behind her ear. His mouth moved lower...So cold

and familiar.

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Buffy awoke an hour later to find Angelus gone. "Figures."

She glanced at the clock then decided to pin the curtains together to make sure no

sunlight could get in.

She made her way downstairs and walked into the kitchen. For the past hundred

years she had tried to avoid drinking from humans. Or at least killing them if she did.

Something had changed her but she wasn't entirely sure what it was.

She growled lightly when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Josette? Good we need you're help. It appears as thought Angelus is in

Sunnydale," the voice of Rupert Giles spoke surprisingly briskly considering it was an

hour before dawn.

"I know."

"How'd you know," his voice shocked.

"Well I can feel him. But also I saw him."

"And you didn't kill him?" He wasn't angry. A part of him understood.

"I couldn't. He was always my favourite." Her voice was wistful.

"I see."

"Yeah. But then no one could ever compare. He was so vicious. He changed

though."

"How do you mean?"

"He didn't try to be dominant. Granted I'm his sire but....he was more thoughtful. It

isn't in his nature. I'll be there in a few minutes."



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Giles had learned to trust her by now. He'd found out all about her being a

vampire when she'd helped him and Faith and had vamped out. Buffy pushed Giles' door open a few
minutes later. "How did you know?"

"Faith saw him. She said he attacked her."

"Attacked? No....if he'd been really keen on killing her he would have done it."

Giles cleaned his glasses. "Yes, well.."

She took a deep breath. "It calms me," she answered his unspoken question.

"Why do you think he's here?

" 'Cause we're on the hellmouth."

"Ah. Well, do you have a plan?"

"Yeah....I'll just torture him."

"What?"

She shrugged. "It'll remind him of whose the sire. Basically put him back in line."

"What if that doesn't work?"

She faltered. "I'll......kill him. It's not like I have a choice.


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TBC.....does anyone besides me hate people like Carrie? You know, the type that think

that it's a good idea to give crappy, useless criticism? Yeah she needs to work on her

people skills. And how is Darla agressive? She was only in like.....4 episodes before she was killed off.