Spoiler: Angel is now human, but Buffy doesn't know. No Buffy/Spike. That never happened. But they are close friends.
AN: Hey everyone, just cleaning up the story, same thing just in the chapter section.
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Part 1
Buffy sat in front of the television watching, Passions, something that Spike had got her into. She never did understand why he liked that show so much.
She turned her attention to the clock on the wall. It was almost time for her to do her daily slay. She pressed stopped on the tape, which Spike had recorded for her and went to go change into her slayer clothes.
"Dawnie, I'll be back when I'm done," She called to her sister, as she was leaving her room.
"Okay." She had heard her sister call back.
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Buffy had walked through the graveyard, for what seemed to be the millionth time. No vampires had been sighted. No fresh graves were put in. "Looks, like another dull night," She had said, as she was about to head home.
But something deep down told her to stay. She stopped in her tracks, pulled out her stack from behind her.
"You know, I really don't have time for this," She said, as she turned around.
"Hello, slayer."
"And you are?" She asked, annoyed.
"I'm your worst nightmare," He had said.
"Let's do this. I really would like to go home and finish watching my show," She had told him, getting in her slayer stand.
"Let's go." He came at her, as she blocked him from punching her. She kicked him out from under his feet.
The man got up, angry, as she went for a punch. Throwing punches, blocking the ones he could.
"Is that all you got?" She asked, as she dropped him on the ground. She raised her stake, held it high, and was ready to stake.
But he grabbed her around the wrist and rolled over, to where he was on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground.
Buffy tried to wiggle her way out, but the man was too strong for her. Fear raced through her body. Her eyes started to water, with tears, as she tried fighting her way out.
When she would move, he would tighten his grip. He knew he had the slayer now. "Not so tough are we now?"
"Please, let me go. I'll let you live, if you don't hurt me," She cried.
"No, no, can't do that. Where's the fun then? I'll make you my little toy."
Their eyes met. Buffy cracked up laughing.
"Your little toy? Come on now Angel, you have to be more creative then that," She laughed.
He too started laughing. "Yeah, you're right. It did sound a little corny."
He got up off her and helped her off the ground. "I'll have to keep that in mind. The next time we do this, I'll try to think of something more creative."
Buffy couldn't help but laugh. He sounded like an English man, who had too many scotch drinks.
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As they walked back to Buffy's house, she wondered what he was doing here in town. "So, what brings you back to beautiful Sunnydale?" She asked, sarcastically.
"Where would I begin? There's so much that I wanted to tell you."
"Well, how about the beginning. That usually helps."
They stopped in the park. Walking over to the bench and sat down.
"That probably would help huh?" He said. "What I'm about to say, either could make you hate me or it could be a good thing."
Buffy looked up at him. Into his beautiful eyes, that she had loved for so long, and still do. She never loved anyone the way that she loves Angel. Riley was love, but not the love that she had grown to know. She sat there, without a word and listened to what he had to say.
"Well, I came to see you tonight, for one reason, and one reason only. I love you so much Buffy. I...I thought I would be able to move on, get on with my life. Try to have a half way decent life, but I can't. Not without you in it. I don't know if you still feel the same way as I do. But, Buffy...I need you."
