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Haven't i seen you before?

Chapter 3

'Angel,' Whistler called out as the souled vampire killed yet another of his kind. The vamp was coming along in leaps and bounds. He'd changed a lot from the stinking, pitiful vamp on the path of destruction that had been in the alley.

Now the souled vampire fought nightly, destroying demons and vampires as they came. Of course it had only been two days and the guy was still a stinking pitiful vamp but he wasn't on the path of destruction any longer and to Whistler that was a win.

Tonight he'd fought with fervor, with more passion than he usually showed. Whether something had happened or it was just a bad night, something seemed to be spurring him to kill. The balance demon thought of asking the vampire about it but one look at his tense face and he thought better of it. He rather liked his head where it was.

The vampire beheaded the last one and turned to face the good demon. Whistler almost stepped back at the fiery look in his eyes. 'What,' he barked at him.

'Whoa man, calm down,' Whistler said, thinking of his neck again. 'What's wrong with you?' he said bluntly.

Angel stared at him uncomprehendingly and Whistler sighed. This vamp had a long way to go before he would be ready to be released to fight the good fight. Unfortunately they only had one more day before It happened. Angel would be given his purpose.

'Granted this is only the second time I've seen you fight but you seem a little extra frustrated tonight. Something happen I should know about?'

Angel bent down to retrieve his jacket from the ground. He slipped the filthy piece of clothing on and Whistler decided to get him a whole new wardrobe before he set him loose on the girl.

'I know how to fight. So why are we doing this?'

'The Powers want to make sure you can still handle yourself,' Whistler said simply. Handle himself sure and the girl as well. She'll need protection. 'Make sure you're still who we need you to be.'

Angel seemed to accept that answer as he didn't question the Balance demon any longer. They called it quits for the night and Whistler told him to be ready the next night. He didn't tell him what for though.

The Soul, now named Angel, sat nervously in Whistler's car as the good demon drove them to their next destination. Angel had no idea what was in store for him today. Whistler was being tight lipped about the whole thing, a fact that made him even more nervous. Whistler was usually full of fun facts about the demons they were after, or the locations they were going to. Tonight, he was stonily silent as he drove.

The sun beat down on the car and Angel could feel the heat on his head from the roof. Instead of coming to get him tonight, like he promised, Whistler had turned up just after lunch, claiming The Powers wanted him to see something.

Having no other choice, Angel had entered the car. Now they were on their way to God knows where. The blacked out windows afforded him some protection from the harsh sun, but allowed him to see a little of the world outside.

All of a sudden the car began to slow and Angel peered out a blank space in the badly sprayed window. What looked like a school loomed in Angel's vision. He looked to Whistler, puzzled by this sight. The demon just smiled and pointed towards the steps.

Angel rolled down the window, which was thankfully facing away from the sun and focused his gaze on the steps. Instantly he saw her. There must have been fifty other people on those steps but his gaze zeroed in on just one.

She was amazing. Her waist length blonde hair fell in shiny waves, framing her heart-shaped face. Even from this distance, he could see the amazing green of her eyes. She strode down the stairs, amongst her friends confidently. Movement down the bottom of the stairs drew Angel's gaze briefly. A man, dressed in a tweed suit was waiting at the bottom and for a moment Angel was confused. He looked at Whistler in accusation as he realised what was going on.

The balance demon unconcernedly stared back. After a moment, Angel turned back to watch the scene unfold. The girl was sucking on a lollipop as she walked down the stairs. Her friends had left her already. She removed her lightweight jacket and draped it across her knees as she sat down on the stairs to wait. She didn't have long.

Angel watched, a frown appearing on his face as she was approached by man in tweed. Watcher. Angel could see the man tumbling out an explanation to her. He saw the fear briefly cross her face and had to reign in the urge to run to her safety.

Yeah, that's the way, dumbass. Angelus let his annoyingly constant presence be known. Go on out there into the SUNLIGHT. It's not like it'd kill us.

Angel watched the Watcher try to convince the poor girl. He had to cut the talk short however, when Buffy's father picked her up. The vampire could see the determination on the Englishman's face. This was obviously far from over. Question is, is she a potential or a Slayer?

'Her name is Buffy Anne Summers. She's sixteen years old and was just called as a Slayer,' Whistler said as he stood in the alley.

Angel paced restlessly. He knew he knew the girl from somewhere. He just couldn't recollect where. Angelus was no help. You like her don't you? Want to touch her, smell her, drain her and fuck her, the demon had started chanting in his head.

'Why?' he asked as he paced. Angelus was more active than he had been in the past couple of decades. No doubt he'd noticed their pull towards the girl and was reacting to it. 'Why a Slayer? I've killed many of them, so why put me near one?'

'First of all,' Angel could sense Whistlers annoyance. 'It was the demon, not you… you know, I just bet that's going to have to be drummed into you a million times in the next few years- and second of all, maybe it's penance. You killed a few, now you have to save one. That sort of thing.'

The more Angel thought about it, the more it made sense. He had killed quite a few Slayers, many more than Spike, so maybe this was a way to help towards evening that balance.

'Can you handle it?' Whistler said cockily like he knew the vampire wouldn't back out.

He was right.

Angel crouched in the shadows, waiting for the Slayer. The Watcher had been successful after all. She was to complete her first patrol tonight. Suddenly she appeared in the cemetery, looking scared and completely out of her depth. He wondered what the hell her Watcher was thinking. She hadn't even been trained yet. She had no idea what she was doing.

Her Watcher waltzed in after her, muttering something to her. She glanced uneasily at him and Angel could sense the fear coming off her and it had nothing to do with the vampires. She was in a dark graveyard, with a strange man who claimed vampires and all other manner of dark creatures were real. Angel admired her for getting this far without running.

Not long after that, the Watcher disappeared. Buffy was left on her own next to a fresh grave. She stood there, clutching her stake, looking frightened and bored at the asame time. She's still so much the teenager, he thought sadly. It's such a shame.

Shame my ass, you pathetic piece of shit, Angelus snorted. It makes her vulnerable. You could take her now you know. She has no idea what she's doing. It would be pathetically easy to take her. She wouldn't even know you were a vampire until you sank your fangs in her neck.

Shut up, Angel closed his eyes, willing the demon back. He opened his eyes again to see the vampire emerging from the grave, towards an unaware Buffy. Look, he urged her silently. Look down.

He couldn't help her; he knew that, she had to do this on her own. Everything in him ached to go to her aid but how would she learn if he did so? It was in that moment where he realised who she was. The little girl from the alleyway.

He watched her notice the vampire, he watched on tenterhooks as she fended off the evil being. It almost had her. It pinned her to the ground and lent towards her neck. Angel, prepared to jump in and save her, watched as she threw the vampire off her, watched her amazement at her strength.

Life was cruel sometimes. It had taken the innocent little girl in the alley and turned her into a supernatural being. Someone who could never hope to be normal again.

He settled back and watched her work. After a small scuffle, she found an opening and brought her stake down towards the evil creature's heart. She missed. He heard her muttered 'Ooh, not the heart," before she again brought the stake down.

The vampire exploded in a cloud of dust, leaving a stunned Buffy crumpled on the ground. The Watcher stepped out. 'See what you are, what you can do?'

Buffy nodded. 'You are the Slayer,' the Watcher pompously continued. 'One girl in all the world chosen to fight evil and prevent the swell of their numbers.'

Angel bowed his head. The following years would be hard for her. Hopefully, with him by her side, she will find it easier. If not, then what was the point of any of it?

The End

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