Spike stared at Guinevere in shock. Her boss was taking out Buffy and Angel. What more could he ask for? The Slayer that has kicked his ass and humiliated him one too many times. The vampire who had given him year after year of torture, who had sex with his Dru just to piss him off. This was heaven.

Wait. Spike frowned, looking to his empty bottle. He didn't want this. If anyone was going to kill the two, it would be him. Not some demon that could easily kill them with a wave of a hand. He wanted a fight, not some easy hit.

And maybe if they thought he was good enough for saving them, they could un-neuter him. The chip was really a pain in the ass, getting in the way of his killing and all. "Guinevere, where are you staying? I want to come by and say hello." Spike lied.

"The cave, just outside the school, in the woods. You do not wish to say hello." Guinevere stated, knowing Spike was lying. She could read surfaces of anyone's minds, including vampires. She reached out and touched his forehead. Before Spike could make a move to run for it she had already began to read her mind.

"Bloody hell! Guinevere let me go!" Spike cried out angrily when Guinevere frowned, pulling her hand away.

"I cannot search any deeper. There is a metal piece in your head preventing it. Goodbye Spike." Guinevere said, getting off the stool and walking out of the bar, opening the door and stepping out, looking one way and then the other before continuing her way down the road.

"Thank god for that," Spike said, relieved that for once the chip was helping him. Now he could save the day and then kill Buffy and Angel himself. Or ask… beg rather to get them to get the chip out of his head. Spike stumbled off his stool, knowing he had better sober up soon. Especially since day was coming.

"Daylight Buffy, you need to go. You have school and everyone might be worried. You can come back tonight, and we will actually leave my crypt." Angel said softly, his hands running lightly down Buffy's arm.

"It's not day. And how can you tell?" Buffy asked desperately, the last thing she wanted to do was leave Angel. She looked down to her hand, seeing the band of light around her ring finger. She couldn't wait to tell Willow. "The room is pitch-black, there is no light shining in. It's still night, we still have time."

"Buffy, I can sense it. Light is out and school starts in an hour. You better get up or you will miss your first class. Bad start for college."

"I met you a day ago and you already know my school schedule better than I do. Amazing." Buffy complimented him, leaning up and kissing him on the lips sweetly. Angel smiled and licked his lips. Buffy sat up, looking around.

"Next task. Find clothes." Buffy said, leaning over to the bed and looking around for them on the ground. She frowned. She and Angel were kind of feisty after they came into the room. Everything pretty much came off in a blur and spread.

"Oh, um," Angel said, sitting up and looking around as well. He covered his waist with a blanket as he moved, searching under the sheets.

"Never mind, found them!" Buffy said cheerfully, reaching for them on the end of the bed as she tossed Angel's pants over to him and she started dressing slowly. Buffy slid on her shirt and felt Angel's cold lips on her neck as she tilted her neck, smiling and letting out a happy mew.

"You better go now," Angel admitted, pulling back. Buffy looked back at him, surprised. She frowned.

"Mean game you play Angel." Buffy smirked, putting her hand on his knee as she leaned over to the bed, kissing him on his lips lightly and getting back up, knowing if she stayed longer she wouldn't be able to leave again. "I will come back at sundown; I want you to meet my friends."

Angel nodded, hearing the sadness in her voice. He couldn't bear to have Buffy leave him. He wanted so much to step out into the sunlight with her, be with her throughout the day. "I will." Angel replied quietly as Buffy opened the door to move out of the room. They stared at each other a long moment before Buffy slid out, running out the front door, wanting to cry.

"Only until sundown, and then we will be together." Angel reassured himself, standing up to take a shower and dress.

Buffy walked into her room, peeking into the room. Willow sat on her bed, her arms crossed. Buffy stepped in, looking guilty. "Uh, Will, I thought you had class now…" Buffy stammered nervously, her hand behind her back to hide the light.

"Class ended an hour ago. Where have you been Buffy? I have been so worried!" Willow cried out, getting off her bed as she stomped over to Buffy, her arms now pointing at Buffy.

Buffy looked around and shut the door. She then moved out from behind Willow's pointing finger and walked between their beds, turning around to look at Willow. "I got married, okay? I met this… 'guy' Angel, and I fell instantly in love with him. I always thought love at first sight was such shit, but when I saw him… it was like destiny, like we have been together before, maybe in a past life or something."

Willow stared at Buffy for a long time, thinking about what she should say. It was a very… very Buffy thing to do. A smile crept across her face as she let out a small fit of giggles, hugging her best friend. "Is he cute?"

"Oh god! You should see him! He is better looking than angels! He is tall and has these amazing brown eyes, his soul staring into yours… you can tell the pain he had suffered from those hurt eyes. But when he looks at me… as if I clear up any bit of misery…" Buffy sighed, falling back onto her bed, hugging herself with her arms.

"Buffy…" Willow said, looking to Buffy's hand as she reached down and took the petite blonde's hand and stared at the ring. "Magic? Angel is a witch? Or wizard rather? How did he do this?"

Buffy stared at Willow a moment, unsure of what to say. "Willow, don't tell anyone, okay? Not even Xander. Or Giles, he would flip. Angel is a vampire."

Willow dropped Buffy's hand. Willow stumbled back, sitting down on her own bed as she stared at Buffy in utter disbelief. "A vampire? The fanged demons that you fight and stake every night!"

Buffy nodded. "Angel explained, he was a very bad vampire. He is 200 and some years old and one night a hundred years back he killed a gypsy. The tribe cursed him with a soul and he spent the years feeling the guilt and horror of all that he had done. Now he works in LA, fighting evil, like we do."

"Can I meet him?" Willow squeaked finally after a long period of silence. She didn't know how to reply about his story, except that it was almost like a fairy tale.

"Tonight."

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