Title: The Life of Angelus O'Connor

Author: XanderZeppo

Spoilers: None. This story is AU with a twist.

Distribution: All belongs to ME and Joss Whedon. Loosely based on the movie Which is the property of Universal. I own nothing. Don't sue me.

Summary: Buffy is a journalist who is hired to interview Angelus O'Connor, who is on death trial, She has five days and five 3 hour sessions with him, to either prove his innocence in her article or state that he was guilty. Read on to see what will happen. Its gets so much more interesting. Will she fall in love or have a deeper hatred for him??

AN: This is loosely based on the movie "The Life Of David Gale". Please R&R. I really wanna know what you think of it. Thanks.

*******Now It Begins*******

Buffy and Xander had exited the café after they were done with their lattes. They headed toward the parking lot to spot his silver lexus.

"I'll just leave my car here and have Fred come by later and pick it up", she told him on the way to the car.

"Alright".

Spotting the parked car, Xander unlocked the doors and they both sat inside.

Looking over at Buffy he asked, "Do you have a map to the prison?"

"Lemme check".

Settling the purse on her lap she dug through it looking for the map that Giles had give her earlier that morning.

"Bingo", she called when she pulled out the map and handed to him.

Glancing over the directions Xander started the car ready to pull out of the parking space. Putting on his seat belt and waiting for Buffy to do so as well, they sped off.

They drove for what seemed like an hour and a half. Silently.

Xander made a right turn pulling the vehicle next to massive iron gates.

A guard greeted them at the side of the car.

"Permit?" he asked them in a harsh tone.

Holding up a journalist name tag Buffy told him, "I have an appointment to meet with Mr. Turner, I'm the journalist".

"I.D. both of you", the guard replied.

Pulling his wallet out of his back pocket Xander showed the guard his, while Buffy had been digging her in purse.

"There", she told them pulling it out, giving the card to Xander, which he passes along the prison guard.

Inspecting the I.D. the guard went back into the small office control area. It seemed like he was checking if they were expected or not.

"Pull inside, towards your left", he told them coming back out and handing Xander back their I.D.'s.

The enormous gates opened, they made a disturbing creaking sound doing so. Xander pulled inside and to the left just as the guard had instructed him to do so.

Parking the car inside the prison parking lot, they got outside of the lexus.

They headed to the Prison auditorium office, to where electronic doors were opening and closing. They walked inside and were instantly greeted.

"Ms. Summers I presume." a tall dark haired man approached them.

"You presume right".

"Excuse my manners. Hello. My name is Cole Turner", he told them shaking hands with both Buffy and Xander. "I run the prison grounds here in Sunnydale".

Buffy quickly let her eyes wander over the man. If she wasn't here on a job she's actually consider getting to know a man like him. Tall, dark, and handsome. Just how she liked them.

Deciding now hadn't been the time for fantasies she greeted him.

"Hello Mr. Turner".

"This, she pointed towards Xander, is my co-worker Xander Harris".

"Ah yes. I was told you would be bringing somebody along", he smiled.

Both he and Xander exchanged quick nods of their heads.

"Alright then. Please follow me this way", Mr. Turner guided leading them through a corridor and into a hallway, where more guards had been present.

"These men here are just going to do a preliminary search on the two of you. It will be quick so no worries. After that you may continue on".

Two guards checked them thoroughly. They came to the conclusion that Buffy and Xander weren't carrying anything harmful or dangerous on them.

Turner walked up scanning them both.

"Glad you two are the way you are".

"And how's that Mr. Turner", Buffy enquired.

"Well, you and Mr. Harris are both in a dark ensemble, all covered. Nothing that's too showy otherwise that would attract the wrong kind of attention from our prisoners here".

"I predict that's a good thing then", Xander half stated.

He laughed a short brisk laugh, which showed his pearly white teeth. "Absolutely. We really wouldn't want to get our prisoners excited".

Buffy and Xander both exchanged quick glances, as if reading each others mind.

"Follow me now please", Turner instructed.

They walked for a bit, passing cells where men where hanging on the cells bars, making rude comments and gestures at Buffy.

"Do ignore them", Turner had told her.

They finally arrived, standing across from a white door which had the name "Private Visitation" on the front in red letter.

"Well here we are Miss Summers", he motioned towards the door.

"He's, uh, in there?"

"Yes. Though don't fret. He is seated behind a glass wall which separates you two. And there shall be guards in each corner of the room if something happens to go wrong", he assured her.

"Yes, well that's mildly comforting", she spoke.

"It's alright miss", one of the guards spoke, "He's a gentle one, and he'd be even more insane to try anything now".

Xander took Buffy's hand into a tight yet brief squeeze. "Don't worry Buff, he whispered, I got your back".

"When you want out just call to one of the guards, when the sessions officially start tomorrow they shall be timed", explained Turner.

"I understand. Thank- you", Buffy told him.

"Go ahead", Turner motioned as the door buzzed and opened.

Both Xander and Buffy moved inside the bright room slowly, apprehensive of their current surroundings. Buffy moved ahead of Xander who was now walking behind her.

She kept on walking till she approached the glass window and the man of the hour behind it.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Sure she had seen the pictures before, but this, him now, was completely different. The pictures had captured him to be rugged, dark, and vicious. But now, god forbid, but he almost looked angelic.

He had brown hair that had been pointing in numerous directions. Dark deep chocolate orbs for eyes, his skin was rather pale but you could still see his face had a streak of tan. They suited him in an all white jumpsuit with numbers on the front. Though he had been sitting down you could still tell he was extremely tall.

Standing up from his place on the metal chair, he faced her.

"Miss Summers. Hello".

Xander then moved towards Buffy as if somehow shielding her from him.

"Hello Mr. O'Connor", her voice hoarse.

Angelus sat back down taking his seat once again.

"No need to be frightened of me. Don't worry I don't bite", he smirked.

"I'd like to test that theory", Xander challenged.

"Xander. Please", Buffy warned in a tone he knew not to be messed with.

"Alright. Where do we begin from here", she asked.

"Well, we can start by you taking a seat", Angelus smiled.

Buffy for some reason felt foolish as she started to sit down, glancing to her side noticing that Xander had taken a seat right next to her.

"You're early".

"Excuse me", she replied.

He smiled, yet again, placing his hands on the counter.

"Interview. Your early for the interview".

"Yes, I know. I just thought that I'd pay you a visit first to understand how this will all work out".

"Not complaining", he told her smartly.

"Yeah, you wouldn't be", muttered Xander.

Angelus looked towards the boy sitting next who he thought was a goddess. One look, glance even and he already had an immense disliking for him.

"You're going to interview me, simple really", he told Buffy.

"Is it? she questioned him, simple writing even interviewing a killer not to mention rapist? That, sir, is not simple."

"Believe what you like. The only reason I am issuing this interview if for one purpose only."

"And that would be", Xander asked him.

"My son."

"Your son?" Buffy asked bewildered.

"Yes. I want him to know about me., he told her sighing, Not for this. Other things".

"Alright", was the only possible reply Buffy could come up with.

"I want my version f the truth to be told. I at least deserve that."

"What you deserve is up in debate", she spoke.

Angelus chuckled, "Not anymore, by recent events you do they have decided."

"I don't think there is any truth here, Mr. O'Connor".

"There is. You just can't see it yet though you will", he told her leaning back into the metal chair.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

A lopsided grin marked his face, "Let it mean whatever you like".

"I hardly have time for your games." Buffy told him clearly annoyed.

"There are no games."

"Did you tell that to Darla Mason?" Buffy asked standing up.

Angelus just looked up and stared at her. No words. All was silent.

"So, I shall be came here the same time tomorrow and we may begin our session", Buffy told him strictly.

Angelus just simply replied, "Alright."

"We're leaving?" Xander asked Buffy to which she just nodded.

Angelus got up himself.

"See you then Ms. Summers and whoever you may be", Angelus spoke motioning towards Xander.

"Xander Harris", he told him.

"Good day", Buffy replied.

Xander took a hold of Buffy by her arm and the both headed towards the door. The guards, behind the glass were handcuffing a dim looking Angelus who then was pushed out of the visitor cell to which, Buffy thought, he was going back to his cell. For some reason she felt some sorrow towards him.

The large door made the same buzzing sound and opened letting Buffy and Xander walk free.

"So, what do you think of this whole mess?" Xander asked her.

They had begun to walk down the corridor.

"Oh boy", was all Buffy could be quietly heard muttering.

AN: I shall put up the next part hopefully by Thursday. Please R&R, I greatly appreciate it. Thank-you for reading.