A/N: I wish I were brilliant enough to own the characters, but I don't, they belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon! The story plot is mine tough I rock right? Lol, Hope you all like the new chapter!

Chapter 2: House Quest

"Buffy, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I heard there was an apocalypse coming, so I thought I'd hang out in the shadows, like you, to make sure everything was alright. But then Spikey called me a whore."

"I didn't say that," Spike countered.

"Not making things any better Spike," Buffy shot back.

"I'll shut up."

"Good idea," she replied walking over to him. Then her foot drove into his side.

"Ow!"

"Did that hurt?"

"Just a little!"

"Maybe I should make it hurt a lot!" she yelled and started drilling the toe of her boot into his side over and over again,

"Stop! kick Stop bitch!"

"What part of vampire slayer don't you get?" she asked as she kicked him once more. He moaned and held his stomach.

"Hey now, if anyone's going to kill him, its going to be me," I retorted. The look on her face told me immediately that was the wrong thing to say.

"When did we decide this? Oops, I forgot, we don't decide things, you decide things," Buffy snapped back at me angrily.

"Buffy,"

"What Angel?" she yelled. Everyone had backed up. They could probably tell it wasn't a good thing for them to be here right now, but Hamilton, oh he just scribbled away on his note pad. "And would you stop writing this!" she yelled at him. His eyes got wide, and he slowly lowered his pencil from the notebook.

"Buffy stop," I said in an extremely calm voice. Somehow I just keep adding to the flame.

"Stop what? Telling everyone your little secret? Letting them know what you did to me? Letting them know how much of a bastard their boss is?"

"No-"

"Then what!"

"Your making everyone here uncomfortable, except for me because this happens all the time!" I yelled back. I instantly wanted to take back what I said, but it was out there, and she clearly looked hurt. It was true, but still I shouldn't of said it.

"Oh," she said lightly. It almost looked like she was about to cry.

Then Illyeria spoke up, her voice flat, "You were a bastard Angel."

"Thanks," I replied, clear sarcasm in my voice to any living being, or, well, anyone that wasn't Illyeria.

She looked at me oddly and replied, "Your welcome." That's her for you. She doesn't exactly get this world yet. Then Buffy started drilling more kicks into Spike's side, as he yelped in pain after each blow.

I put my hand on her shoulder, "Bu-" another mistake by me, for she spun around and slapped me.

"Don't touch me Angel!" she yelled.

"Are you okay," I asked. She slapped me again.

"No!" slap "No I'm not okay!" slap "I'm leaving now!" she yelled as she stormed past me and towards the door. She was hot when she was mad, but damn! It hurt too! "I need to call Willow," she mumbled to herself walking down the hall. I followed her out of my office.

"Buffy," I said. She didn't even turn around, but did stop. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said those things."

Then she started laughing. Not a little chuckle, laughing hard. She turned around, her face cold and hard. "Leave. Me. Alone," she bit at me.

"Buffy, I'm sorry. Don't leave while your mad like this."

"Don't mess with me," she said pulling out a stake. "I know how to use it."

"Well I hope so, I mean you are a vampire slayer," I joked, trying to calm her down.

"And you're the vampire," she said. Okay, no joking.

"Umm, why don't you use my bedroom to get some rest." I suggested.

"I'm good."

"Why not?"

"I need to call Willow, and I really don't want to stay here."

"You could use anything, even go shopping if you wanted to, everything paid by me."

"I'm not Cordelia Angel."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

"But I'll take it."

"Good," I said with a sigh.

"So, how do I get there?"

"The elevator in my office."

"All right, I'll be going."

"Help yourself down there!" I yelled after her.

"Oh believe me, I will," she replied walking into my now empty office, except for Spike sitting in my chair.

"Guessing you made up?" Spike asked.

"Why would you say that?" Buffy countered his question.

"Your going down to his apartment, no?" he asked then took a drink from his almost empty whisky bottle.

"So, that doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, whatever you say, pet."

"I don't even know why I talk to you," she sighed shaking her head. The elevator came up and Buffy walked inside. "Nighty- night," she said before the doors closed in front of her face. His apartment was beautiful! She walked into the living room, and saw a book laying on the table. She opened it to see where he was, and to her surprise a picture of her was the bookmark. She didn't know what to think, or do for that matter, so she just lay the book back in its place and walked down the hall. Buffy opened a door to reveal a room. It had to be Angel's bedroom, it reeked of him! A black comforter covered the bed, and burgundy silk pillows were at the top. She sat down and took off her shoes, laying them beside the bed, then stood up and folded over the comforter. Silk burgundy sheets covered the bed under the comforter. She noticed a few pictures scattered around the room, but they were all face down. She walked over and lifted one of the pictures, it was the two of them when they were going out years ago. She took it over to the bed, and placed it on the night stand. Then she laid down under the sea of burgundy covers and fell asleep.

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