Hidden Situation.

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Buffy and Angelus woke up at the sound of the alarm. They both simultaneously groan in frustration as how close they were to smooches. Damn that alarm!

Although Angelus knew he was suppose to be relieved thathe wasn't getting involved with her, sinceguardians don't get involved with their charges, he couldn't help but feel really disappointed. It felt like the whole forbidden fruit thing!

Buffy sighed as she got up and suddenly feeling very achey 'down there', she couldn't believe after dreaming of him she felt so turned on without getting any!

"I'm so glad Riley wasn't there" Buffy said then realisation hit her "Oh god!" Buffy screeched "I can't believe-how could-why?" she said feeling very guilty now "It's just a dream" she rubbed a hand over her eyes as she walked to the bathroom to shower "Just a dream"

Angelus, watching her whole out burst, felt hurt as her words hit against his heart. This wasn't fair on either of them and yet they had to endure it, she losing her lover and he was never going to show her that the world wasn't that bad but that could lead to problems. Resigning he got up and followed her.

Buffy turned the shower on as she began to hum a song on her mind, not realising it was the song Willow sang in her dream. She brushed her hair as Angelus watched in fascination, almost reaching out to touch the locks of hair but then thought better of it to not to. She put down the brush and rolled her shoulders that bared the responsibility of the world. Angelus could tell she was tense at the sound of cracking of the muscles in her shoulders.

Suddenly Angelus darted his eyes away when she pulled her nightie off wiggled out of her knickers, she turned around, walked past him, stepped into the steaming shower and began to wash away the grime from yesterday. Angelus breathing became erratic, knowing there was a completely naked, wet Buffy with a see through door, behind him. Never had he ever had a great urge to something particularly with her, to take her take her right there in the shower, making her voice soar from screaming his name instead of humming that song.

"Oh this is going to be a long week" he muttered.

Xander, Anya, Willow, Oz and Giles looked over to the opening door of the Magic Box. They didn't expect Buffy to arrive there, or to have washed and freshly dressed. They watched her approached them and they sense the sadness in her eyes. Even though nobody could see Angelus, he stood behind her as if to be supportive of Buffy.

"Hey Buff" Xander said "How are you doing?"

"I'm good" Buffy said as she sat down with them "I just…it's hard"

"Riley was a great guy" Willow said, feeling the need to say something comforting to her friend "No one could replace him"

"I know Will" Buffy said before she turned to her Watcher "Did they get him?"

"No Buffy, they haven't" Giles said "There hasn't been any word from the Police"

"No one disappears" Buffy said resolved "Sunnydale Police are a bunch of Idiots. Guess we'll have to find him"

"Buffy" Giles pulled off his glasses and scratched them against the side of his face "One must not assume that every death in Sunnydale was caused by a demon"

"I wasn't saying he was a demon, I just want to catch him" Buffy said.

"And do what? Kill him?" Anya asked bluntly.

"No Anya, I'm gonna catch him, hit him about a bit and then I'm going to turn him in" Buffy said.

"Not to spoil the mode but if the Police can't find what makes you so sure we will?" Xander asked.

"Because we've got Willow" Buffy said as she looked at her friend.

"Me?" Willow nearly squeaked at that Oz wrapped an arm around her shoulders "Why me? Why can't someone else be our last hope? I crack under pressure"

"I'm not putting you under pressure Will" Buffy reassuringly said "I just want some closure"

Riley's murderer stumbled about in pain dropping to the floor in a disserted alley. His insides wear burning and felt like they were drying up. He remembered talking to someone at the bar and then nothing, he couldn't remember a thing. He rolled himself in agony into the foetus position; he couldn't understand why he was in so much pain. His question was answered as smoke began to rise from his body, causing more pain hitting against his skull. The smoke rose and transformed into something human man, but clearly was not as it stepped out of him.

Spikes blue steel like eyes scanned the alley; he had picked this particular human for the job. He had a car, he had been dumped by his girlfriend and he had been drunk. Perfect if you were disguising something demonic. He originally planned to persuade the man to do something, make him hallucinate and hit Riley, but instead he had to possess the bloody bugger when he sensed an angel was near by. Angels and Devils could sense each other until they hid in a mortal body, posses them if they could. He had a job to do and nothing, not even a poof with wings would stop him.

Speaking of the job he thought as he turned around to face the poor bloke, clutching his chest in agony. It was pitiful and it only made Spike smile.

He pulled out a cigarette, lit it and took a long drag. Spike then blew the smoke in his direction. The man breathed in the cigarette smoke and couldn't breathe, quite literally. His lungs couldn't work as tried to force the air in there and Spike just watch him choke to death.

"Sorry mate, but I just can't have you telling an angel what you did" Spike smirked as the man gagged "Well what I did, but you get the point. Besides think of it this way, you just done the Big Bad a favour" with that the man died "Knew you'd appreciate that" he laughed quietly.

"Spike" a woman suddenly appeared beside him in a fiery smoke "Is it done?"

"Yeah it's done Darla" Spike said as he turned to the petite blonde beside him, taking another drag of his cigarette "Now what shall we do with the slayer?"

"What's the point now that the job has been done" Darla said "She has no one to conceive with. Let the lowers ones deal with her"

"You sure? I heard a rumour that there is an angel guarding watching over her" Spike said giving his cigarette a quick flick before taking another drag "Could make the mourning process go quicker"

"It's highly unlikely that a slayer would have an angel guarding her" Darla said "Angels don't guard champions just like we don't persuade demons to do this, that and the other. We deal with humans only"

"And if it's true, what then?" Spike said.

"What do you mean 'what then?'? Riley Finn was the one" Darla said "and we eliminated him, the slayer would be mourning her soul mate for a long time and by time she finishes it'll be too late"

"As you say but if your wrong-" Spike beganas hethrew his cigaretteaway.

"I'm never wrong" Darla insisted.

"That night is approaching us Darla. If your wrong, the First will have your head" Spike warned Darla and they both left in clouds of fiery smoke and fear, leaving the dead body un-touched.

TBC…