Tripping On Destiny Part One: Just Another Lover's Spat?

With a grunt, Buffy Summers jabbed her elbow in the shadow's side, jolting him from his position behind a small grove of trees. She found him. "Boo," The Slayer whispered, aiming a swift kick at his knee, calculated perfectly to knock him off his feet. Only, with lightning- fast reflexes, he twisted around and grabbed her leg, causing her to fall instead. "Scary." The figure grunted, dropping down to pin her arms and legs, preventing any protest or movement. "But we've been here before, lover, remember?" Releasing one of her arms, he trailed a finger down the length of her free arm, grinning coldly. His dead heart felt nothing for the Slayer, but reveled in torturing, confusing, annoying and possibly someday soon.killing her. "Yeah? Well let's not repeat our mistakes." Her arm snapped up, her fist meeting his face with a crunch. As he reeled back, she rolled to the side, regaining her stance in the blink of an eye. "Let's try this again, Angelus." Her head tilted to the side, eyes glued to him as he stood and pressed four fingers to his head to stop the spinning. "I'm not your vampire whore." The Slayer paused, building up her anger, reading to lash out and-not for the first time this week-let him have it. "So just give up on the cutesy names, we both--" At the moment she was about to break out the wickedest comment of them all, she was shoved aside by a butt-ugly demon that even The Master couldn't beat. It was green, disgusting, and sported a red gem right in the middle of its forehead, giving him the appearance of a deranged Cyclops. "Morah demon." Angelus grunted, even as the thing tackled him fiercely. With a few swift punches, he had the thing off of him, and brushed off his black duster, giving Buffy an impish look. She returned it with a glare, moving in on the downed demon swiftly. "Your point?" She mused, giving the thing a sharp kick. Then, completely unexpected, the Morah demon reared upward with a roar, raking a claw at Buffy and opened his mouth to foul the air and snarl at Angelus. Both were amused. Angelus grabbed the Slayer's arm, pulling her over to the side. "I'll bet you can't take it down. And that I'll get to our funny farm friend first." "Oh?" His opponent raised an eyebrow, only just warming up. "I accept. But raise you. whomever fails to capture Mister Ugly first has to be the other's slave. For a day." In his mind, Angelus knew that there was a fair chance that Buffy would get there first and that he would end up in women's clothing, or in chains. But he was willing to risk that, because there was also a fair chance that Buffy would lose and he would have her locked up in chains. And the thought made him grin. "Good." Buffy nodded, accepting what this virtually meant. She might lose her freedom to a monster that held no boundaries and would likely kill her. And in some way, it made adrenaline run through her veins. She liked that. "Time to go, then." Giving him a sharp kick below the knee, she sped off to the right after the fleeing demon. And Angelus followed, off to the left. Hours went by, with searching in and out of the dingy crypts and dirty gravesites, throughout all of the cemeteries in Sunnydale, and yet the Slayer found nothing. Frustrated, she tucked her stakes away and decided to call it a night. Ducking her blonde head under the trees, now sporting this month's hair, she made her way along the headstones. Meanwhile, on the other side of that very graveyard, Angelus struck his fist up against the Morah demon's own, trying to weasel his way out of this one. Well, he'd caught it, now the only problem was staying alive. Because he sure as hell had the bounty, and wanted the reward. Her. Seconds later, the Morah demon lost it's fighting chance. Angelus, in full game face, slashed the thing across the chest with a dagger. Dragging the enraged monster down, he winced as it managed to slash him on the arm. Shoving it down, he smacked it across the face a few times, his elbow pressing into it's abdomen. Then Angelus felt a sharp pang in his dead heart, and fell to the ground. The Morah's blood glowed green on Angelus' open wound, and as Angelus' dead heart began to slowly beat, the wounded demon slunk off into the darkness. And the monster formerly known as Angelus screamed.