Part 8 *Angel is dreaming.*

Buffy runs towards me, and I am enraptured by how beautiful she looks. Dressed in all black with her face pail and her nails long and blood red. She smiles at me sweetly. "Angelus, baby, come share the world with me." Suddenly, Buffy's beautiful face becomes one of a vampires. I gasp and fall backwards.

*End Dream*

Angel fell back with a bang on the ground. He looks up to see if Buffy is still there. He see's her sleeping peacefully, with a tiny smile on her face. She looks like an Angel. He gets up and strokes a stray peace of blonde hair away from her face. He didn't no why she insisted on still bleaching her hair. She was beautiful with dark hair, so mysterious and velupcious. When he saw a picture on her when she was about 15 with her brown hair, he almost got off at how dangerous she looked like that. Buffy groaned in her sleep and a tear ran down her face. Angel stroked the side of her face and licked away the tear. She mumbled something that only vampire hearing could make out. 'Spike.' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Spike was back in Buffy's hotel bed, moaning and tossing and turning. 'Buffy.'

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The mayor laughed evily from his chamber. If the spell he had just casted worked, then Angelus would be back with him in no time. He had casted the Romula Entrio spell, A.K.A the joining of 2 people by body. For the rest of the week, Buffy and Spike's body would crave each other until they finally got what the wanted, or else one of them would die from the pain. And it would most likely be Buffy, because she had human in her. Spike was a demon. He was found of erotic pain such as this would bring. It would bring them to the edge, and they would be frustated, hanging on by a thread. The only way they would get release was from each other. As soon as Angel found out what they had done he would have gone absolutely apeshit. The mayor looked up and was pulled out of his revire by his baby standing in front of him. "Daddy, me and Drew wanna go rent some movies." The mayor smiled. "Of course baby, you gave daddy a lot of strength today." He smiled, remembering all the blood she had transfered to him in the past week. He handed her some money and her and Andrew walked out of the chamber. The mayor got up and looked in the mirror. He was almost fully himself. His muscles were tough, his hair was back, his face was human, but his legs and torso were still battered and bruised. A few more doses of Faith's blood, and he would be good.

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Buffy awoke from her dead sleep and jumped out of bed. She saw Angel sleeping on the couch. But she had no time to worry about him. She needed Spike, and she needed him NOW. She grabbed Angel's keys and sped outside to his car. She jumped into the driver's seat and sped away down to L.A. Her heart told her Spike would be waiting for her. Buffy felt as though invisible hands were running themselves down and around her body. She began to breathe hard. 'Spike.....' Buffy gulped and sped down the highway faster. About 25 minutes later she screeched to a halt in front of the hotel. Spike was there, frantically smoking a ciggarette out front. He saw Buffy and whipped it out. He grabbed onto her as she closed the door. Thier lips met in a meeting of fiery passion. She moaned as his crotch pressed up against her most sensitive area. Spike slowly moved his hands down around her body. This is what Buffy loved. Spike liked to explore, much more than Angel did. He poked his finger and the elastic waistband of her pants. Buffy growled low and nipped at his neck. He grabbed her and sweeped her into his arms. He couldn't wait for the elevator, so he ran with her u the 11 flights of stairs to the room. Thankfully, he had left the door open. Spike flung Buffy onto the bed. Buffy flung off her clothes. Spike undressed himself and crawled over to Buffy. He suspended himself over her and kissed his way down her body with his cool tounge. Buffy yelped and moved his head lower until he was at her magic area. He dipped his cold tounge in her hot folds. Buffy screamed in pleasure. Spike worked his way around, gently nibbling her clit. Buffy yelled and kicked and moaned. Spike purred softly, getting Buffy off even more. Buffy came, yelling Spike's name. She pulled him up and looked deep into those eyes. "Spike-I know this isn't our doing, but I want you to know, even if i wasn't under some spell, I would still say this. I-WANT-YOU-INSIDE-NOW" Buffy comanded. Spike was happy to oblige. He slid himself into her cool flesh. Buffy yelled his name as her walls expanded to meet his size. They moaned and began to move together, sweating and panting as their bodies met in union. They both rode the wave's together, and came down sighing and yelling each others names. Afterward, they lay there together and Buffy curled up on Spike's chest. Spike realised this was the first time she had stayed after it happened. He stroked her forehead. As she was drifting away, she mumbled softly. "Love You." Spike smiled. "Love you to."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ Buffy awoke with a start. She felt cool flesh across her stomach. She gulped low in her throat..'that had better have been a dream like i though...' she opened her eyes and looked at the person next to her. Sure enough, there was our favorite bleach blonde, Spike. She felt her heart twinge. 'Oh god, what have I done? I love you? That wasn't me saying that!' She looked around, panicking. How was she going to get out of this one? 'Oh god, Angel.' What would he think? What would he say? She had to get out of there. She slowly slipped Spike's strong arm of her stomach. He grumbled and rolled over sleepily. She grabbed her clothes and ran to the door. She threw on her sweats and a tank top. Throwing open the door, Buffy dashed down the hall. 'I have to get to Angel.' Was all she could think. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Angel woke up and looked over at the bed. His face showed confusion as he realised his Buffy wasn't in the bed. 'Where is she?' He asked himself. Suddenly he jumped as the door flew open. There was his angel, standing frazzled and thrown together haphazardly. Angel stared at her. She smelled different. Something smelt off. Suddenly, as he concentrated on the smell, he recognized it. Spike. She smelt like Spike. He was all over her. He could smell the seamen from him. He growled low in his throat. What what the fuck was going on. Buffy stared at him, terrified. "Angel, I-" Angel didn't let her finish. He just walked by her coldy and slammed the hotel door. Buffy stared after him hopelessly. Then she sat down on the bed and cried.

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Spike groaned and rolled over to a stake pointed at his heart. He looked up in horror and saw Angel standing over him. "You touched the wrong princess, Spikey." Angel whispered. Then, he carelessly shoved the stake in Spike's heart. Spike gasped for air, and then exploded into dust. Angel just watched in calmness. Then, he picked up Buffy's bra from the bed and walked out of the room, carelessly twirling it around his finger.

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When Angel walked in the house. He heard the shower running upstairs. Angel calmy walked the steps up until he reached the bathroom. He pushed open the door and heard soft sobbing. The steam in the bathroom was overwhelming. The heat of the shower must have been boiling. He heard mummering between the sobs. ''Gadda get him off me...gadda get him off me...im Angels...gadda get it off me..." Angel felt his heart twist in his chest. He had just walked up here with intentions to hurt, and he had found this strange broken shell. He slowly slipped off his clothes and climbed into the shower. His baby was in a fetal position lying down on the floor, scrubbing her skin hard and she could. Angel turned down the water and picked her up off the floor. She screamed at his tounch and cried harder. He ran his finger along her inner thigh, knowing it would calm her down. Buffy's sobs quieted until they were almost non-hearable.