A/N: Happy new year! Sorry it took me so long to update... Oh yes, little warning for sensitive souls... You come across character death here...

*-*-* Chapter nine *-*-* He'd been watching them about a week now. Getting to know the routines. Dinner at seven, watching TV, she goes to bed at 11, he cleans up and watches some more football. Almost always the same. Them playing happy little family, him watching them from the shadows. It wouldn't be too hard, he thought. The only thing bothering him was that ghost. 'Nothing that some magic can't do.' he said as he made his way to the window, opened a bottle and said something in a long forgotten language. Smoke coming out of the bottle and disappearing into the air. Some seconds later the smoke rushed back into the bottle, which was shaking heavily. Smiling, he sealed the bottle. The pale moon reflected on his pale skin as he made his way towards her front door. She'd gone to bed already, and he got tired of waiting, and he was hungry too, craving for something sweet and fresh. 'Hi.' The boy said as he opened the door, 'Angel?' 'Hey, Xander.' He said, entering the house. 'Still invited over,' he thought, a smile on his face, 'and no annoying ghost around to bother me' 'Wha.Where .' Xander started, but before he could finish, a crack was to be heard, then his limp body collapsed onto the floor. 'Wha.Where. gee, Xander, where? You really are stupid! Whining and crying, is that all you can do?' He said, mocking the dead man lying at his feet. He'd snapped his neck in a second, without much noise. she should still be asleep. With quiet steps he walked on towards her bedroom, gently opening the door, setting eyes upon her sleeping figure. 'Still beautiful.' Angelus whispered as he approached, tugging off his leather pants and his silk blouse, taking his place beside her. She stirred, and slowly opened her eyes. 'Xander?' She asked, trying to identify the figure lying next to her in the darkness. 'Sorry love.' He whispered. 'Angel?' she cried out, still in disbelief. Then she touched his cheek with her hand, a tear rolling down her cheek as she hugged him. 'Hey.' He said, returning the hug. As he broke free from the embrace he let his hands travel along her swollen belly. 'Where have you been?' She asked, pressing her soft lips against his. 'I.I needed to sort some things out.' He said. 'I'm glad you're back.' She said, settling down against him, 'Xander.' she then said, realizing her friend was still around. 'He left when I arrived,' Angelus said, pulling Cordy closer to him, 'Let him be, Cor. You've got me now.' Even though she still couldn't think straight, all kind of thoughts went flying through her head, and she gave in to his sweet words and ministrations. 'I love you.' She whispered as she slowly let him undress her, caressing the strands of hair out of his face. He just smiled, and pressed his cool lips against hers, his tongue playing, desperately begging her entrance to her sweet mouth. As her hands trailed down his bare back, she broke free, in need of air. 'Why did you come back to me, Angel?' She asked, pressing a soft kiss on his neck. He let out a low growl, and had to fight hard to keep control. She still thought he was the Souled Angel, not Angelus. And he tried very hard to keep up appearances. His desire was growing with every touch, the hunger inside of him gnawing, wanting to plunge his sharp fangs into her soft skin, feeding off of her sweet blood. 'I love you, Cordelia.' He said, surprising himself how easy it was to say it, 'You are the one I love, and you are the one carrying my children.' He said, pressing a kiss on her nose while his hands trailed down to where he could feel the heartbeats. Cordy smiled and let out a sigh as she put down her head on her love's shoulder. 'I missed you.' She said, looking into his eyes. 'Really?' He asked, quickly averting his gaze, worried she might find out who he really was. Eyes are the mirror to the soul they say, and in a way that was true. The tenderness of the soul was replaced by the cold and dark of the nothing. Yellow-gold as the demon showed itself. She nodded, then shifted her weight to spoil him with sweet, loving kisses and hungry ministrations, wakening his desire, taunting the demon to show itself. Instead he decided to play along, enjoying the moment, then still his hunger. A moment he thought about the babies, but only for a brief moment, until the passion burning inside of him shut down his senses, and by that he morphed into his demonic form, drawing his fangs into the delicate skin, tasting the sweet blood as he could hear her call out his name in pain and agony. 'Angel.' She said in a pained voice. 'Guess again.' He said as he briefly withdrew his fangs, allowing some blood to poor out of the wound in her neck, then he drank it all as her body went limp in his arms, and the hearts stopped beating.