Disclaimer: I own nothing. I only wrote this story for entertainment.No profitis being made.

Author: buffyslayer2004

Rated PG 13

Warning: This story has cursing and major character death.

A/N With all that said and done enjoy the story.

Angelus slowly opened his eyes. He quickly felt the ice cold rain beating down upon him.

Where am I? He thought to himself. Then he remembered… Buffy. She had fought with him earlier and looking down at his position she obviously got the best of him. He got to his feet and dusted himself off. The rain was now starting to let up. Suns coming up soon I'd better head back…Damn how long have I been laying here? He thought. He rushed to his so called "home" (for now anyway). When he got their there was no sign of Dru or Spike. He didn't care he just wanted to lie down and sort this all out. What was he going to do now?

I don't get it he began to think The slayer was wounded and I was to go in for the kill it's not rocket science you numbskull. He began to stare at the ceiling, which he often did when thinking. Then he couldn't stand think about that blonde bitch any longer.

"I want her dead." He said some what quietly to himself.

Then why isn't she? His mind taunted him.

"I don't know." He answered out loud "You'd think she'd be heart broken after her blessed Angel died."

Just then Spike walked in Angelus was guessing he had just fed cause he could smell fresh blood on him.

"Well, well look whose back." He said. "I thought you where off to kill the slayer mate, what kept you?"

"I don't need you now Spike, get out of here?" said Angelus.

"Oh let me guess. Her friends got in your way. And when you fought her she couldn't kill you cause she was still broken up over Angel. I told you, you couldn't kill the slayer that easily. I guess it's a bad time to say I told you so isn't it?"

"Your right it is. And I'm glad to see you walking again maybe I can finally get some help around here that is if your up for it?" Though Angelus still noticed the huge scar on the left side of his face from the last time he had encountered the slayer.

"Of course I'm up for it. Don't you think I want to see the slayer fry as much as you do? As for me walking again all I needed was time. And a good kill." Spike smirked. "It does wonders. You should try it I had them church girls begging for mercy. "

"Yeah well I'm more concerned about the slayer. If I see her face one more time—"

"Oh lighten up mate. I mean bloody hell I thought I had it in for the slayer but that's all you every talk about."

"But as I recall you were so overjoyed your long lost sire had returned to you."

"I was until I was rudely reminded what a prick you can be at times."

"Isn't it strange how we don't always get what we want?" Angelus snapped.

"Easy big guy don't get your knickers in a twist. All I'm saying is as long as her friends are there its going to be hard to get close to her."

And then it finally hit him. How could he be so blind? The answer was right in front of him the whole time why didn't he think of it before?

"Spike say that again."

"That again."

"Ha, Ha very funny smart ass but… as much as I hate to admit it but you may just have something."

"Oh well here's to me."

"That's what she's hanging on to…it's her friends that keep her going. That's why she keeps fighting me."

"Where are you going with this?" Spike asked confused.

"Get rid of her friends…"

"And she'll be helpless. I love it." Said Spike understanding his sire's plan. "So when are we off?"

"Soon…soon."

Angelus smiled his mood was defiantly improving.