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AN// 29th December.  I changed this chapter a little bit, because it didn't fit with the rest of my story.  If you read this chapter again, you probably would not recognise the changed because it is small… so to save you the trouble, I have rewritten the last paragraph, and basically, I have written that the Order does NOT know that Buffy is the slayer, they also do not know that Angel is a vampire, only Dumbledore knows this.

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Angel threw his black coat on his chair as soon as he closed his motel room door.  Walking over to his bed, he took off his shoes and swung his feet up onto the bed.  He sighed, relaxing on his bed.  The room was completely dark, the curtains of the room were closed and the lights were off.  But Angel did not mind.  He liked the dark.  It wasn't so bright as light.  Light was too cheerful, and normally cheerful did not suit Angel.  He usually was broody, moody and anything else ending with oody.  

Angel did not plan to stay in Sunnydale long, he had a mission to complete, and once that was over, he would return to his home and his other work in England.  Angel had a past, a dark past which he was not proud of.  But the place where he worked now, they overlooked his past and treated Angel as a normal human being, something that he was far from. 

"I have never understood your liking to the dark."  A voice rang out, disrupting the silence, but Angel did not move, he knew who the owner of the voice was.

"I thought you didn't want to come to Sunnydale." Angel replied, a slight smile on his face as he thought of the many times his friend had protested against coming to Sunnydale.

"I came to see how you where getting on.  Do you mind if I switch on the lights?  I'm afraid I don't have vampire sight as you do."

"Sure, go ahead."

The lights switched on, flooding the room with light.  Angel winced, closing his eyes quickly as the light blinded him

"Ah, my friend, you should sit in the light more often.  The dark does terrible things to one mood."  Angel chuckled and opened his eyes, only to be blinded again by his friends clothing.  "May I ask what is bothering you now?"  His friend asked with mirth in his tone.

"Man, your outfit!  Would it kill you to wear black once in a while?"  Angel shouted, shielding his eyes with his arm.

"If I do, I would unfortunately start to look like a vampire, and I'm sure that the reporters of the Daily Prophet would have a field day with that."  He laughed, "but, you must agree with me that my outfits are not as extravagant as Cornelius Fudge."

"I agree with that.  Maybe I should turn him?"  Angel joked, removing his arm from his eyes.

"I do think he is already gay my dear friend."  Angel laughed with his friend at his joke.  Albus Dumbledore smiled; glad to see his long time friend was smiling once again.  Dumbledore sat down on a chair next to the bed, removing the coat from it before he sat.  His robes were quite bright he supposed, the cuffs were adorned with sequins that glistened in the light, the fabric was bright yellow with silver stars and his shoes were orange.

"So what brings you here to Sunnydale?  I thought you said you hated it here."

Dumbledore nodded, "I do hate it here, and the Hellmouth makes my magic all, excuse my language, wonky.  It's not the same with Hogsmeade."  He paused, eyes twinkling.  "How did you get on my friend?  Have you met her yet?"

Angel smiled, thinking back to the meeting with Buffy.  He nodded.

"And?  What do you think of her?"

"Powerful.  I mean, I've seen her before, you know, in Hogsmeade in the cemeteries, but I've never been up close to her.  I've met many slayers in my time Albus, but this one, this one is something special."

"You must not become too infatuated with her Angel."  Dumbledore warned, peering at his friend through his spectacles.

"Too late."  Angel said softly, but Dumbledore heard him. 

"Miss Summers is something special of course, many boys at Hogwarts and even though she doesn't know it, Harry adores her, but it is not your place.  You were sent here to gain her trust Angel, not her love." 

"The Potter kid?  You're kidding me."  Angel scoffed.

Dumbledore sighed as he thought of his favourite student. "Harry has been through a lot these past few years.  Finding out that he is a wizard, having Voldemort after him, losing a father figure, these are terrible things."

"How about having to live through the guilt that you killed mercilessly for a hundred years?"  Angel muttered under his breath, and this time, Dumbledore did not hear him.

"To Harry, Miss Summers is and has been the only person that understood him.  Even though Miss Summers does not know it, the fact that she is the slayer and her fight and constant threat against demons helps Harry.  Every vampire or demon our slayer kills, it gives Harry hope that he can survive the fight.  If you take Miss Summers away from Mister Potter, I'm afraid that he will be lost."

"Whatever."  Was Angel's short reply.

"You must forget the feelings that you have for Miss Summers and continue on your mission.  I am counting on you."

"I repeat whatever."

"You never should have followed her into the cemetery three years ago Angel."  He looked up sharply, his dark eyes meeting Dumbledore's twinkling blue ones.  "You think I didn't know?  I know everything that goes on at the Hellmouth Angel, and it was a mistake when you followed her in her third year."

~Flashback~

Angel walked through the lonely backstreets of Hogsmeade, his large black coat billowing in the wind.  He clutched at a wooden stake that was tucked up his sleeve (AN// lol Sam-453).  He loved doing this, hunting for disgusting, bloodsucking, murdering vampires, the kind of people that he used to be.  Every time he killed a vampire or a demon, he felt better inside knowing that he had just saved many people from death.  With the all the killing he used to do many years ago, there was an immense amount of guilt in his non-beating heart, and it would not go away.  But every time he dusted another vampire, a small amount of that guilt left him, and he felt better about himself. 

He turned a corner and found himself on a main road.  Exactly where he did not want to be, he would be seen if he walked in the main road.  Plus there were all the people about, and Angel was not much of a people person.  Normally, he would sweep the alleys and back streets of Hogsmeade, looking for the vampire who was taking a snack.  But he had gone further tonight, into a street he did not know, and he had turned a corner he did not know.  After pausing momentarily to survey the scenery around him, Angel continued down the main road, against his judgement, and turned another corner.  As he turned, he bumped into someone, and that someone promptly fell down.

"Uh, sorry.  I didn't see you."  Angel said, offering his hand to the girl he had bumped into.

The girl stood up without the need of his hand, and brushed herself down, checking the floor for something she had lost.  "It's ok.  You scared me a bit, but I'm ok now."  She said, panting as she brushed her blond hair out of her sparkling emerald eyes.  "See ya."  She said, rushing off quickly down the main road.  Angel turned so he could see her rush away, captivated by her… something.  Something that she had drew him to her, and he couldn't place it.  She was powerful, he sensed that, and he knew the second he had bumped into her that she was the slayer, but she had something else, something that was not magical or that was given to her by the Powers That Be.

Not knowing what it was, but determined to find out, he followed the girl, far enough so she could not sense him, and close enough so he could sense her.

~End flashback~

"It was her power, I was drawn to it."  Angel covered up quickly. 

Dumbledore smirked, seeing through the lie. "I'm a headmaster Angel.  I read people.  And right now, you are like an open book.  The poor girl was only thirteen years old, yet you followed her in.  And you fell in love with her.  And you have been in love with her ever since.  Every time she went patrolling, your shadow was following her, a good distance behind, but I do think that she has always known that you were following."

"She didn't say that when I was talking to her."  Angel pointed out.

"Not everything is as it seems."

Angel smirked.  "Let me guess, she's an open book and you're reading her."

"Not quite.  I pride myself on knowing everything there is to know about my students Angel.  For example, I know that when Lavender Brown took a day off school last term and stayed in her room all day, she was not ill as she had told everyone else; she in fact had a large pimple on her nose and spent the entire day in an effort to remove it.  I also know that when Terry Boot boasted to all his friends that he 'did' Miss Sally-Anne Perks, she had in fact slapped him around the face and told him to 'drop dead'.  I also know that-"

Angel cut him off with a wave.  "Ok, so you do know a lot about your students, but what about Buffy?""

Miss Buffy Summers is a very powerful slayer.  Strong, tough, fast, and clever.  She also knows when people follow her even though she has never mentions such an event to me.  However, slayers are hard people to read, they have many secrets and they are good at keeping them.  She, unlike other students at my school, is quite difficult to read.  Not impossible I assure you, Buffy Summers is a puzzle I will solve eventually, but for now, I can only find a few pieces.  Who knows why Buffy chose tonight to confront you.  It is your job top find out."  Angel was quiet, processing everything Dumbledore had just said.

Angel and Dumbledore had been close friends ever since he had approached Angel with a demon called Whistler five years ago.  Angel was living in New York at the time, surviving on rat's blood and sleeping on the streets.  When Dumbledore had met him, he did not seem to care that Angel had killed mercilessly for a century.  Dumbledore was a man of second chances, and that was exactly what he had given Angel.  A second chance.  When Dumbledore had received word that a slayer was to be attending Hogwarts, he had watched the slayer closely.  When he had found that the slayer had become best friends with Harry Potter, he wanted Angel to befriend the girl, to gain a trust and make sure that Buffy did not turn to Voldemort's side.  Even though Angel had feelings for Buffy, he knew that it could not get in the way from the job he was given by Dumbledore.  The Order did not know that Angel was a vampire, or that Buffy was a slayer.  This was a mission given to Angel by Dumbledore alone.  He would not let Dumbledore down.

"I'll forget about my feelings.  I'll do my mission right.  I won't let you down, Albus."

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