She Loves Him Not.

Summary: AU. All Human. Buffy falls head-over-heels for Angel. But, what happens when he turns into her own personal stalker?

Rating: Pg-13. Could turn R latter on.

Disclaimer: If, I said I owned them, I lied.

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Author's Note: I don't know all of the words exchanged when Angel talks to Joyce in the episode where Buffy finally tells Joyce about him. I did my best.

Breakable

Buffy and Willow sat in their dorm room, talking. "I really love him, Will. But, lately, he's just been..." What word was she searching for? "stalkerish?" Willow finished. Buffy shook her head. "Not 'stalkerish.' Maybe the level right below stalkerish."

Willow tilted her head. "Tell me what's bothering you about him. He seems kinda normal. Besides the fact that he's totally in love with you." Buffy thought. Where to begin?

"He want's to be around me all the time, pesters me until I accept his date."

"And that's a bad thing?" Buffy glared at Willow. "Sorry. Go on."

"He's just... starting to scare me."

Buffy and Angel walked through the mall later that night. "Angel, can we talk about something?"

"Anything." He gazed down at her. She smiled weakly.

"I've been feeling kinda... boxed in lately. Maybe we've been spending too much time together."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we're together almost all the time. You never want me to see my friends anymore and-" She finally made eye contact with Angel. There was something in his eye's that she'd never seen before. Sadness.

"But I love you." He said through gritted teeth. "And I love you too, but-" His eye's turned from sad, to pure anger. Buffy didn't like what she saw. She had to admit to herself, that she was actually getting scared. " I just realized that I don't know you as well as I thought I did."

She stood up to leave, but he grabbed her arm. 'Are you breaking up with me?"

"Angel, you're hurting me!" She yanked her arm away. "Stay the hell away from me!" And with that, she ran from the mall.

"So, if he comes by, I'll talk to him, just, don't invite him in." Joyce nodded, a tad confused. Buffy wasn't evan going to tell her about the picture she found of herself sleeping, or Willow's fish in an envelope. She thought it best to keep that to herself.

"I gotta go. Class." Buffy left the house and walked down the sidewalk. She headed into town, and past the coffee shop. She kept her focus straight ahead, when a voice called out from behind her.

"We met on this street." Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly turned around. Angel stood there, leaning against the wall. "You've been avoiding me." Buffy smiled a fake smile.

''Well, ya know. When you find your friend's fish dead in an envelope, you're gonna wanna stray from the crazy who put them there." Angel laughed a cold, heartless laugh. "But I love you, Buffy. I just want want be near you."

"Well, be near me somewhere else." Buffy turned and walked away. She finally got back to the dorm and Willow was just getting there herself. Which was surprising, because it was beginning to get dark.

"Did you tell your mom about Angel?" Buffy nodded.

"And, ran into him on the street." Willow sat down on her bed, and heard a 'crunch.' A large yellow envelope sat inches away from where she had sat down. She opened it and pulled out the picture. Her eye's got wide as she said, "It's for you." She handed the picture to Buffy.

It was a picture drawn of Joyce. "Mom."

Joyce pulled into the drive way that night. She got out and grabbed her bag. "Joyce?" She spun around, only to find Angel staring at her. Something wasn't right about him. This must be Angel.

"You're Angel." Angel smiled cunningly.

"Did Buffy tell you about us?" Joyce glared at him.

"She told me she want's you to leave him alone.''

"But I can't do that. I love her." Joyce backed away towards the house.

"Well, try your best to stop, and leave her alone." She dropped her key's on the front porch, and kneeled down to pick them up.

"I haven't been able to sleep sense the night we made love." Joyce looked at him in disgust as she slid her key into the key hole and unlocked the door. She hurried inside, and Angel went to fallow when Buffy stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks."

She slammed the door in his face. She listened as a car door slammed shut, and tires screeched as Angel sped away. That's when Buddy realized something. She had driven him to this. Which meant that he had been something all along.

Angel was breakable.