As always feedback is very welcome. I know I'm taking a while to get to Xander, I'm not too sure how to take it. I'm up for any ideas if you have them. Thanks again for keeping this fun!

Chapter 14b - Dawn

The next time Buffy wakes, she can tell it is close to dawn. She looks over to find Willow fast asleep - more or less. She is pale but the wounds on her neck are already healing. She props herself up on one elbow and really looks at Willow.

She really is pretty with her red hair and her pale skin and the way her eyes light up when she knows something. Buffy thinks that is her most attractive feature - her intelligence. Buffy is glad that she will not lose the gift of Willow's intelligence, her loyalty and her companionship. With a kiss to Willow's forehead, Buffy grabs a robe from the bathroom. And goes out to find out what Angel is up to now.

With a yawn, Buffy enters the main room of their suite - such a nicer word than lair. She's hungry after feeding Willow. With no Angel in sight, she heads to the refrigerator. Suddenly, there are hands at her shoulders and she jumps about a foot. "Angel, what the.you scared me!" she laughs.

He smiles as he turns her around in his arms. "And what else would you expect from the Big Bad?"

"Well, not sneaking up on poor, defenseless girls for one thing" she says with her lip poked out in a pretty pout.

"Seems to me you've never been defenseless." He says while pulling her tighter and tighter against him. Enough to break a mortal girl's bones. He slips his hands up the outsides of her arms, over her shoulders until he has her around the neck. The look is his eyes is challenging - cold and hard.

If he wants a fight and it sure looks like he does, she is more than willing. Buffy knees him in the balls and flips him over using his own bulk against him. As soon as he's down, she's straddling him, his arms twisted at his sides. When he looks up he finds her in game face, her demon staring at him like a predator ready to strike. His own eyes glow as his arousal grows as he watches her this way.

She senses the slight change in his demeanor. She knows what he wants. She wants it too. In this guise, she is uninhibited. She is wild. She needs the violence of the act. She craves it. She rubs her groin into his erection, teasing them both with the contact. He shifts to his own demon visage as he roars and breaks free of her hold. She fights him as he pulls her under him but she delights in his dominance. If he could not do this - overpower her with his strength and fiercousity he would not be worthy of her.

He parts her robe with his hips as her thighs open to cradle him. She reaches to help him with his jeans and he plunges into her with no preparation other that the fight as foreplay. It is more than enough for either of them. She arches into him with every thrust, her eyes closed, are throat bared for him to take her in every way. With each movement she cries out until she is screaming his name and scoring his back with her nails.

As soon as his teeth enter her throat, she comes and her pleasure triggers his own and causes him to bite her even harder. He realizes that he has been very rough and lets up nursing her wound with his lips as his face shifts back to its handsome countenance. He raises up to look at her and finds her lying as still as death itself. For a split second he thinks that he has gone too far but she suddenly smiles a wicked smile, opens her eyes and says "that was nice, do I get breakfast now?"

Her playful mood is contagious and he is swept away after so many broody years, to be nestled in the floor with his true mate is like heaven. "Nice, nice is all it was?" he teases. "Sunday afternoons in the park are nice, church picnics are nice, my dear that was not nice."

She has a one-track mind. "And what about breakfast, I'm feeling all grouchy without it and I don't think bacon and eggs is going to give me my recommended daily allowance of hemoglobin that the government recommends for a girl my age."

She looks so earnest and sweet, it is hard to reconcile this side of her with the other that he has so recently encountered but it is just this dichotomy that makes her so special.

"Well, since you put it that way. With that he swoops her up unto the sofa and cradles her in his arms. With her robe open, his view is especially nice. And after all of those months of Broody Boy working up the nerve to even touch her.

He arches his own neck for her in a particularly feral way as they both begin to purr. At these moments, Buffy realizes that they are something entirely different - both of them. The alchemy of their histories, their destinies, their physical and metaphysical gifts mingled together - has created something more than simple vampire lovers. But right now that is all she wishes to be. She licks at his muscular throat and tastes a taste that is uniquely his own.

She wills her teeth to sharpen but her face to stay her own. That she is able to do so as a fledging speaks to her power. She bites down hard and quick and then lets her fangs retreat so that the blood pours into her mouth. It is like nectar to her but as she feels its potency hit her, she thinks it is more like heroin or opium.

As she pulls back, she asks, "Is it like that for you too?"

"Always with you" he says sincerely. And suddenly he seems more like a love- struck boy than a two-hundred-year-old master vampire.

She realizes that they are sitting where she last saw Xander the previous night. Her mind wraps around this new question. "Angel, what did you do with Xander?" She asks playfully.

He smiles like a schoolboy with a new toy. The joy on his face seems so pure until he laughs that wicked, dark laugh. He stands with her in his arms and carries her into their bedroom. "Get dressed, my love and I shall show you."

As she goes to her bags and boxes brought over from her house, he takes her by the hand and leads her to one of the two massive wardrobes in their dressing room. Opening the doors, she finds a closet full of clothes, all well within proper fashion for her new vocation.

She is thrilled but surprised, "When?"

He shakes his head and laughs once more, "It seems that Broody Boy had a fetish for leather."

"So it seems" she adds, "so, I take it that I'm not dressing for tea, huh?"

"Dress however you want, it's your party, my love."

After a long hour, Buffy finally arrives in the living room. Barefoot, dressed in tight fitting black leather hip huggers and a little black tee shirt that bares her belly. "You like?" she asks as she twirls around like a little girl in a party dress.

She has found Angel laying on the floor with his eyes closed listening to Pink Floyd. She can't help but remark "OK, this is not one habit that I would have guessed for you - in any mood."

Angel responds good-naturedly as he looks up at her leather-clad body. "It's nice to know I can still surprise you. Just wait - in two hundred years you pick up pretty varied interests."

Buffy laughs, "Yeah, I'm going to start buying collectable Marie Osmond Dolls off of QVC and fill the mansion with them. It's going to be great." She has him rolling in the floor and eating out of her hand.

She holds out her hand to him as he stands up still laughing. "My God, you are evil. I knew it. I can see it now, world domination via QVC."

He calms a bit but keeps a slight smile, "You know, it's hard to keep the Big Bad Momentum going with you around."

"And again I ask you is that a bad thing?" she ask prettily.

He shakes his head as he leads her back to the main room near the garage. There is another passage way here, this one leads to a main room with two doors off to one side. The main room is ventilated and clean but there is no furniture. You wouldn't know where on earth you were. They go through one of the closed doors and there is Xander. He is asleep, chained by one wrist to a small cot. The cot is clean and there is a table within each with fruit and water.

Buffy notices that there are several sets of chains and such all around the room. "Gee, hon, didn't know you were the whips and chains kind of guy."

"Remember what I said about varied interests. Anyway, you never know when you might need a place like this. But right now, this is more for effect than anything else. We can move him if you like. He's your baby."

Gazing down at the sleeping Xander, she smiles wickedly. She likes the sound of that.

TBC