Chapter Five:

One of Those Dreams

Buffy strolled through the graveyard her hair put up in a ponytail. She wore her favorite blue jean overalls. The ones with a small hole in the pocket. She had these pants for quite awhile. Never wanted to get rid of them. Always figured overalls would never go out of style.

She yawned lightly to herself trying not to be to loud about it.

The breeze brushed against her skin as she went in deeper. "Long night. I need some rest." Got to remain awake, dangerous part of town. Plus if Angel comes and finds me asleep he might be a little alarmed.

She took a seat on the top of a tombstone. She tucked her stake in her pocket. Before staring off into nothing.

There was a rustle in the bushes. She stood up quickly. Ah my night's not gonna be that dull after all. She proceeded her stake now in her hand rather than her pocket. She tightened her grip on the stake putting it up a little higher. She peered into the bushes and jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" He called out softly.

She slowly turned around saying his name, "Angel. Why am I not surprised?"

He moved closer to her his hands in his trench coat pockets. "I like to make an entrance." He winked at her as she put her stake back into her pocket.

"Well can't you whistle or something just to tell me that it's you? I mean you scared the crap out of me!" She playfully hit his arm. They both stopped for a moment looking down at his arm.

"Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

She felt her heart skip a beat.

"Nothing." He said turning around walking away.

You've got to be kidding me! I've waited this long and he won't kiss me again? I must've been right. Repulsive.

"Tease much?"

He stopped at her comment turning around slowly, "What?"

Oops. My foot defiantly likes to live in my mouth. "What's with you? Yah know, what's happening?" I'm such an idiot, what am I a chick on a 70s sitcom? What's next? "Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?"

He smirked a bit moving closer to her. "What do you mean? Is there any news? Evil brewing in the sewers. You know that if anything was happening, I would've already told you." He brushed her arm with his hand. "Nothing's going on that you can't stop Buffy."

"I'm confused."

"What's there to be confused about?"
"Us."

"Us?"

"Yeah the me plus you equals us part." She motioned with her finger.

"Is there an.. Us?"
She looked down at his hand caressing her arm. He sees her eyes and follows. He quickly removes his hand realizing maybe he was out of hand.

"Don't stop?"

Angel brushed his hand against her cheek. "Every time that I touch you. I can't stop. I'm old enough to be your great-great grandfather. Yet all the while, I don't care."

"Then don't care." She grabbed his hand that was touching her cheek and she held it with her own. "I want to be with you."

Angel nodded a lowered his head to meet hers. So that their lips could embrace in a simple touch. They kissed again. Small kisses at first then he moved in more. With each passionate kiss, they grew longer, and more intimate. He picked her up by the waist, her legs wrapped around his waist snuggly.

"I've been waiting for this moment.." She smirked as she continued to kiss him.

They finally made their way back to his apartment. She was amazed that they made it this far without tearing each others clothes apart. Neither of them were into much public displays of affection. Even though at this point, she didn't care. She wouldn't mind if they stayed back in the graveyard. Yeah not the most romantic place in the world but all she cared about was him. Angel, didn't care.

Angel placed her on the bed stroking her hair smoothly with his palms. Running her fingers through her hair.

They continued to kiss. Her heart pumping with great intensity, made it feel like it was about to explode into millions of pieces. Part of her didn't care. She wasn't getting what she's been wanting for the past week. A night full of amazing passion that only her mother's harlequin novels spoke of. She never knew this could actually become reality.

While they were consummating their love for one another she couldn't stop but seeing visions. She closed her eyes and withdrew a deep breath. She saw a man, in his mid-twenties begging for his life in an alley. "Please, I'm to be married this end's week. Please spare me!" His cries went unanswered. The shady figure bit into him like a crisp apple.

Many of these visions continued. Several resulting in the shaded figure laughing and taunting it's victims. Cries and pleas for the shaded man to stop harming them, and their family. This man took great pleasure in killing.

With that, the man turned around and stepped into the light. "Angel." The shaded man in her vision was indeed the one she was with at that very moment.

She stopped for a moment lying there numb. It was Angel. He had killed those people. Took pleasure in it. He wasn't as human as she thought. He was indeed the exact opposite. How could one person take so much pleasure in harming another. Then she remembered. He wasn't human at all.

She remembered when they battled Darla, that she was commenting on how proud she was of him. Being the best at what he was. But considering he didn't say much, she didn't press the matter. Angel was indeed a feared creature of the night in his time. He was even feared by other vampires and demons. If they didn't do his bidding he'd make sure that they were treated to their fair (or what he considered fair) trial.

Buffy opened her eyes and looked up at the man she'd been with. She tried pushing him off her but he wasn't going to stop. "Stop!"

She struggled with him. She pushed him as hard as she could. But no use. He grabbed her by the throat and smiled as he vamped out showing his pearly fangs, extended.

"Love you."

She continued to struggle she could feel her body go somewhat numb. Her hand tightly around his fingers trying to break free. Her feet kicking at him trying to get him off of her. She wasn't strong enough. He lowered his head and tilted hers to the side exposing her neck. He bit down roughly, like an animal. Her eyes swelled with tears as she felt her body becoming cold.