Summary: It's 1968 and Angel has found a moment of perfect happiness. Just what it means for Buffy 30 years later remains to be seen. Not happy with the title, so this may change. Will take place at the beginning of Buffy/Season 2, but will deviate from original story line. Almost totally AU. Buffy/Angelus. And Darla's still alive.

Disclaimers: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own it all. I'm just doing this for fun, and hopefully entertainment

Buffy walked through the cemetery, mulling over the day. Her birthday. Angel had wanted to come with her on patrol, but she needed this time alone to think about the events of the past couple of days. She hadn't even had spent any time with Willow. And she really wanted to talk to her about everything that had taken place. Willow was the only one she could confide in, the only one who understood and never judged.

It was a relatively quite evening, so she had time to reflect. Seemed demons needed a little rest this weekend. She exited the cemetery and headed over to the park, sometimes a little action took place there, especially among the younger fledglings, memories of their past she supposed. She hadn't stepped more than ten feet onto the jogging path when she heard a snap. Not very covert, these newbies, she thought. Buffy heard another sound, even closer and spun around, stake in hand. Nothing. She continued her rounds, still aware of a presence. Suddenly, she felt it, right behind her. She instantly pivoted with her stake held high, her other hand in a fist, ready to kill. With her fist almost in the face of her assailant, she recognized her and pulled back.

"Kendra! You know, polite people call before they jump out of the bushes and attack you" Buffy let out a breath.

Kendra laughed, "Just wanted t'test your reflexes."

"How about testing my face-punching? 'Cause I think you'll find it's improved."

"I was on my way to your house and I saw you walking. Couldn't help m'self."

Buffy smiled, it was good to see her fellow slayer. "Which begs the question, and don't think I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here? Did Giles invite you to my birthday party? Oh, wait. No let me guess. Your watcher informed you that a very dark power is about to rise in Sunnydale?"

"Dats about it."

"Well, we kinda know about the dark power, any ideas on how to keep it from rising?"

"So you live here, all by yourself? No one to tell you anyting?" Kendra couldn't believe Buffy's mother had just left her to fend for herself. Even she had to report everything to her watcher. She followed Buffy about the apartment, noticing how comfortable Buffy seemed.

"Well, Giles does live across the courtyard, but I mostly take care of myself." Okay, now to tell the slayer about Angel. She gave Kendra a sidelong glance. "And I have a boyfriend. Actually, I need to call him soon before he comes knocking the door down. I promised him I'd be over after patrol. Anyway, back to him. Now, don't freak, okay?" Buffy squirmed under her sister-slayers' gaze.

"Well Buffy, wat tis it den?" She didn't have a very good feeling about what Buffy was going to say next. The girl was forever doing the most inappropriate things.

"Okay, so… he's like a vampire. Now before you get your knickers in a twist, he's a good vampire, now, mostly. He doesn't kill people. He's help us out a lot since last year and well, I really love him. A lot." Buffy bit her bottom lip, waiting for her reaction. "And you so cannot tell your watcher. We haven't told the council about it and I really don't see why they have to know. It's my life, right?"

Kendra was momentarily speechless. A vampire? They were the slayers of vampires. But this was America; things were always a bit different here, weren't they? "So, you're in love? In love wit a vampire? I'm… I'm happy for 'ya? Really Buffy, I don't know what t'say. If you vouch for him, well I do trust 'ya. I just hope you know what you're doin' is all." She yawned, the long plane flight catching up to her. "Sorry, dat baggage compartment isn't da best place to sleep."

"Come on, we can talk about this tomorrow, you'll stay here." She led Kendra up to her room and gave her a pair of her pajamas and a clean toothbrush. "Here, let me put out some fresh clothes." She rummaged through her closet and pulled out a couple of shirts and a skirt and put them on the chair.

"Where are you going to sleep?" Kendra came out of the bathroom to see Buffy putting a few things in a bag.

"Remember that boyfriend I told you about?"

"Da vampire? Won't be forgettin' dat soon."

"Yeah, well. I promised him I'd stay at his place tonight. We're kinda, sorta engaged." She held out her ring. "See?"

"Dat's lovely Buffy." Kendra felt almost envious. Not only did Buffy have Giles and all her friends. A life really. She also had a man in her life, even if he was a vampire, and it was love. It was all so crazy, so Buffy. I am so glad I do not live on the Hellmouth, she thought. Well, the first slayer was really turning her into an accepting sort of person.

"So, I'll let Giles know you're here and I'll be back by nine or ten? If you get hungry, there's plenty in the kitchen." She turned to leave."See you in the morning." Buffy hesitated and turned back towards Kendra. "Are yougonna be okay by yourself?" What was she thinking? Kendra came all the way from Jamaica and here she was ready to desert her so she could sleep with Angel. "You know what? I can call Angel and tell him I can't make it. We can talk and you can tell me about Jamaican fighting techniques."

"Oh no Buffy, please. I'm so tired I feel as if I could sleep for days. The morning will be fine." She looked over at the clock. "10:00. Please, don't call Giles yet. I'll call home and tell dem I arrived and we can go over everyting tomorrow."

"You sure?"

"Plenty sure. But I'll want meet dis good demon."

It was close to eleven when Buffy finally showed up at Angel's.

"Thought you stood me up or some nasty beast had finally gotten to you, and I mean Giles." He shrugged."But you are the slayer, so I knew you'd be okay." Actually, when Buffy hadn't shown up by 9:30, Angel had called Willow to make sure she wasn't there and then headed out to look for her. He had made it back home about ten minutes before Buffy had shown up.

"It was just such a surprise and it has me a little wiggin. For Kendra to know something bad is going to happen here in Sunnydale, well it must be pretty major." She was starting to undress and head to the shower, totally unaware of the effect she was having on Angel. "What do you think it means? Are we going to be able to stop Darla? Do you think she's figured out how to wake up Alfalfa?"

"Acathla, and no I don't think so. I spoke to Spike earlier and he's promised to keep me apprised of Darla and Dru's progress." Angel got up from the bed and followed her into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes along the way.

"So, what makes you think you can trust him? I mean, he's hasn't exactly been the son you always wanted." Buffy adjusted the shower and turned to find Angel right behind her. She giggled. "Hi."

"No more shop talk." He took her into his arms. "And hi yourself. I really missed you." He pulled her close to his body and left no doubt in her mind just how much he missed her. She rubbed herself against him, marveling at how wonderfully deliciousshe felt standing naked in his arms.

"You feel so good. I could spend the rest of my life just like this, just with you. I would never have to see another living soul and I would be fine." She reached up and pulled his face to her. "And I won't even go into the sex." He laughed as he caught her mouth in a searing kiss, opening her lips with his tongue and tasting her fully.

Buffy woke with a start, not remembering where she was. Then she felt Angelus next to her and snuggled in. Just a few more minutes, she thought. Before her eyes closed she looked over at the clock. Crap! It was a quarter to ten. No time for a shower. She looked over at Angel, and her heart swelled. Gods, he was so beautiful and he loved her. He hadn't told her, but she knew. He never had to tell her, that was just how sure she was of him, of them.

Buffy rolled out of bed, trying not to wake him. They had been up pretty late or would that be considered early? She could've used a little more sleep, but hey, that's what being a teenager was all about, right?

"Are you coming back?" He spoke without moving.

She kissed the back of his neck, "Of course I am. Why don't you come over later and meet Kendra?"

Angel rolled over to see her face. She was so perfect, she was so everything, he thought to himself. "You could bring them back here later, I need to talk to Giles about Darla. I have to kill her but not before I know all I need to know about Acathla."

"Xander can come, right?" She was aware that there was a bit of animosity between the two.

"I had meant your fellow slayer and Giles, but, yeah, I guess you can bring them if you want. I'll giveXander a little private session in the training room." Angel said with an evil smirk. He had surprised Buffy a few weeks ago with a fully equipped workout room, mace and chains and broadswords, tons of totally cool weapons that only a geek like herself could love, she thought. Buffy had been so touched, it was as if he had presented her with twelve dozen roses. She hadn't had the nerve to tell Giles yet, so she still trained with him on her off days with Angel.

"Whatever, just don't kill him, okay?" She headed to bathroom.

Darla paced the floor of the factory she had moved herself and her family into. She would make Angel pay for the disrespect he had shown her. They were lovers, had been for over a century. They had a history. Why was he taking this sort of attitude towards her? It was that bitch. She had turned him into a besotted fool. Maybe a spell, that had to be it. She had woven some sort of spell. There was no other reason her Angelus would behave this way for a mere mortal. And a slayer. All goodness and light. It made her want to vomit or kill something.

She motioned to one of he minions. "Bring her to me."

The young vampire brought his mistress the girl. She had been wandering the streets, lost it would appear and in his human visage he had a trusting face. He smiled at the memory of the look fear on her face when he had turned, ready to drain her dry. But then he thought of how his beautiful mistress would enjoy the fresh young thing and brought her home as a gift.

Darla walked around the young girl, her fear causing ripples of delight. She ran her hand over the girl's flawless cheek. "This wouldn't have lasted you know, you would just age and decay. Youth doesn't last, unless… would you like to live forever?"

"Please…let me go home. I promise I won't tell anyone." She was softly crying, "Please, I'll do anything you want, just let me go home."

"Oh you sweet thing." Darla suddenly grew angry, the girl reminded her of the slayer. "You are a stupid cow, aren't you?" She reverted to game face and ripped into her neck, draining her almost to the point of death. Darla turned to her minion. "Do you want her for your pet? I can turn her for you."

The fledgling was speechless. This was such a gift he wasn't sure what to say.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Well, you better speak up you stupid git, thebitch won't last much longer." He lit a cigarette and walked away, shaking his head.

"He's right, too late." Darla threw the body of the dead girl to the floor. "Get her out of here." She strolled over to Spike.

"So darling William, where have you been this fine evening?" She ran a hand over his stomach. He may have been Dru's little retriever, but he was very hot and Dru wouldn't be opposed to sharing with mommy.

Pushing her hand away, Spike looked around. "Where's Dru?"

"Got tired of waiting for you, suppose she went out to find a little mouse to play with." Not one to give up, Darla took Spike's hand and led him over to the couch that was set up in the middle of room.

"Oh please Darla, can't you find a jock to shag? You and Dru did turn half of the Sunnydale football team." He really hated the woman.

"Have it your way Spike. But with Angelus coming back into the fold soon, you know your little Dru will not have any time for you. She'll be panting after her daddy like a bitch in heat and there isn't a thing you can do about it." She graced him with a scornful laugh.

"You really think Angelus would ever come back to you? After you left him the way you did? I'm sorry princess, but you are over-estimating yourself, once again." It was Spike's turn to be disdainful. "You really aren't any great shakes, especially next to that hot little slayer."

"I am sick to death of that damn slayer! I will turn her and then we'll see how long Angelus can stay away." She turned and stormed out of the room.

Spike rubbed his forehead. How did I get myself into this shit, he thought?