"Sorry I don't have something better then the couch for you to sleep on. I don't have company very often." Buffy explained as she placed a pillow on the couch.

"Hey," Spike pouted. "I'm company."

"You're not company," Buffy argued with an eye roll. She hit Spike softly on the head with the pillow she had recently placed on the couch. "You're a live-in pest."

Faith smiled at the couples antics. "I'm okay on the couch. Believe me, I've slept on worse.'

Buffy smiled softly. "Can I ask you a question?" Faith nodded. "How did Angelus lose his soul?"

An awkward silence settled over the room before Buffy broke it. She slapped her hand against her mouth. "I can't believe I just asked that. I'm so sorry."

"No. It's okay" Faith insisted. She took a deep breath. "I loved Angelus. We slept together, and he lost his soul. I didn't even realize it was gone until…" Faith trailed off.

"I'm sorry," Buffy said.

Faith shrugged. "Men. They're all have inner demons. My man's is just a little more obvious at the moment."

"All men aren't monsters," Buffy protested.

"Ever the faithful girlfriend," Spike said with a smile before retreating into the bedroom.

Faith waited until he was out of ear shot before speaking once more. "Sorry to bursts your bubble B, but even your lover-vamp over there has a dark side. He might have a soul. But-"

"He doesn't."

"Huh?"

"A soul," Buffy clarified. "He doesn't have one. He doesn't need one. He does good things because he wants to. Because he knows I want him to."

"So this powerful vampire controls his demon because a slayer, the killer of his kind tells him to," Faith stated in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Well color me impressed. There's actually a man out there worth loving."

"There are lots of great men in the world Faith." The dark haired Slayer snorted in disbelief.

"Trust me," Buffy insisted. "I've read about them."

Faith laughed. A sound Buffy figured hadn't escaped the dark haired slayer's lips in quite some time. "You should get some rest. We'll tackle Angelus come next nightfall."

Faith smiled. "Okay. I'll be on the couch. Oh, and give Spike a message for me."

"Sure."

"Try and keep it down tonight. I can do without the soundtrack of moans and groans."

Buffy blushed deeply, hiding her face in her hands as she made her way to her bedroom, leaving Faith alone to get some rest. However, sleep was the last thing on the Slayer's mind. Grabbing two of Buffy's stakes she crept quietly from the apartment, heading towards the nearest cemetery. She would find Angelus and end this tonight. Before someone else got hurt.

Buffy woke in the middle of the night with a start. Wrapping herself in a terry cloth robe she slid her feet into a pair of bunny slippers and flicked on the overhead light.

"What's going on love?" Spike asked with a yawn.

"I don't know," Buffy murmured. "Something's wrong, though." She left her bedroom and turned on the living room light. The blankets Buffy had left on the couch for Faith were neatly folded and obviously untouched. Buffy rushed into the kitchen and then checked the bathroom, but Faith was nowhere in the apartment.

Spike stumbled out of their bedroom, a sheet wrapped around his waist.

"Where's Faith?" He asked.

"I think she went out. I think she went to find Angelus."

"We have to find her," Spike declared forcefully. "She won't stand a chance against him alone." Spike dropped the sheet from around his waste and stumbled back into the bedroom. Buffy followed him and the pair quickly dressed, Spike forgoing a shirt, and Buffy lacing up her sneakers with only one sock on.

Unfortunately, it was too later. Buffy opened her apartment door, a stake in her hand, only to find Faith sprawled out on the hallway floor. The Slayer was naked, a stake pierced her heart. There were no puncture wounds on her neck. Still, it was obvious that this perversion of Faith's body was Angelus' doing.

"She's dead," Buffy declared after a few moment's silence.

"Yeah," Spike agreed.

"What should we do with the body?" Buffy asked, oddly practical.

"I'll take care of it."

"I'm gonna' go to sleep."

"I'll be back late."

"Yeah."

Spike kneeled on the ground for a moment and rose holding Faith's body in his arms. He kissed Buffy gently, their lips barely touching.

"Stay inside until I come back my love."

Buffy closed the apartment door and Spike walked down the hall. When he reached the end of the hall he added as an afterthought, "and Don't invite anybody inside."

The Slayer didn't hear him.