Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter, I'm glad you guys liked it.

A/N: Some of this chapter is based on real facts that I researched and some of it is fictional. It was extremely difficult to figure out how I wanted to write this chapter because of it, so I hope you're not disappointed with the outcome. *Katlin

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5. New lovers, Old enemies

Angelus was fuming when he finally caught up with the small women, he knew her insults were going to be bad, he just hadn't expected himself to be so angered by them. Grabbing a toned arm he whipped her around to face him, "What the hell do you think you're doing disrespecting me like that?" he sneered, content visible on his handsome features.

Buffy looked at him, a thousand barbs flying through her mind, but she couldn't speak any of them. Her mind was too focused on the powerful hand grabbing her. Unfortunately she wasn't thinking of the pleasant shocks of electricity or fire that went through her veins, she wasn't even mad, she was down right scared. Old memories flooded her mind, and she wasn't able to stop the tremors that rushed through her body or the tears that flooded her lucent eyes.

"Please, remove your hand," she stuttered, a vulnerability in her voice that he had never heard. Quicky extracting his hold, Angelus watched with guilt, as she shivered in what seemed like fear... maybe?

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, his bitterness still present and not allowing him to show the worry that his heart felt.

"I'm fine really, I just hated the idea of having a pig like you touch me," she covered, unwilling to tell him anything personal. 'Like he would care, It's clear that he hates me, and I hate him too . . . ' she assured herself ignoring her minds whispers that she was lying.

Angelus recoiled back, unprepared for her harsh words. 'I don't see why, that is all we have ever exchanged, but why do I feel so sick at the thought of her not wanting me to be near her.... It certainly can't be because I want to touch her, because I don't, I hate her' he told himself, also remaining blissfully unaware of the betraying urges he felt.

"Sure . . . you do," he finished lamely, in all honesty Angelus was at a loss for words, why did this keep on happening to him with her? Usually he would just give a witty comeback and swagger away like the king he would soon be, so why was he now unable to form a complete sentence?

Buffy blinked the remaining tears away from her eyes, calming herself to re-enter the word sparring match with Angelus. "Wow your right, I just LOVE," she scoffed, emphasizing the last word, "the way you touch me you manly princess you... oh wait no, that would be in only your wildest dreams, and my most painful nightmares," she joked sarcastically.

'If she only knew' Angelus thought bitingly, no way was he going to allow a women no matter how gorgeous she was to lead him around by the dick.

"You must have some pretty pleasurable nightmares then," he boasted, giver her a cruel grin.

"Not really, I meen if the package is really that small, the explosion isn't bound to be that big," she replied plastering a fake smile to her face. She knew of course looking bashfully at his extremely large member that in no way did he have a anything small about him. 'Geesh Buffy who's the pig now, you just don't check out your enemies even if they are amazingly hot in every way and standing completely naked in front of you, talking about how much pleasure he could give... look away... look away' her mind repeated, finally allowing her to look back at his face. 'Like that's a whole lot better, he's got those sinfully chocolate eyes that put Godiva to shame, with that short equally dark hair, high cheek bones, and completely kissable, moist and delicious lips... oh just stop, you horn dog!' her mind scolded.

Angelus was so mad he was shaking, he was not an insecure man, but this vindictive little outsider was making him feel like a heavily pressurized champaign bottle, who's cork was about to blow. 'I can not just let that bitch get away with that!'

"I've never had any complaints," he finally said cheekily, although inside his mind was amiss.

"Hmm.. Well I would suppose that no one around here has ever had the balls to tell are princess of his various inadequate qualities," she gave him a once over, then quirked an eyebrow at him, "or they just don't know what their missing."she finished with a snort of laughter. His eye was twitching and he had his hands balled into fist... 'he also has a very big... oh go there again why don't you!' she yelled at herself.

Angelus was very close to falling of the proverbial edge, 'why that little... that... that' God, he couldn't even think of a word callous enough to describe the blond spitfire. He wanted so badly to smack that smirk off her beautiful face. 'I would be punished extremely by the demigods' he reminded himself, not wanting bad fortune to befall his family. "How about we take that tour," he ground out.

Buffy decided that for now, the teasing could end, 'before he goes off the deep end' she was fully aware of the trouble her sharp tongue had caused her in the past. "Lead the way, princess." she smiled.

Watching as she swept her arm in mock royalty salutation, Angelus felt his eye begin to twitch again. He ignored the hallow laughter from the woods.



Willow walked along the dirt paths with the young medicine women, absorbing all the information she was being fed. The village was very small, an array of small three walled huts forming a circle around a large fire pit. Along side some of the huts there were women and children making all sorts of pottery and some woven blankets for when the cold season arrived. Common men held various weapons ranging form primitive knives to more complex bow and arrows.

The beautiful Tara was diffident in explaining some of the customs found around the small island. Her coyness was refreshing and Willow found herself engrossed with the culture surrounding her.

Children used their feet to crush rice and other foods inside large containers while women put then in plant holders. Tara had explained that they relied mostly on plants and crops for food, when they hunt it is considered a sacred thing and not undergone lightly. The islands animals mostly included mongooses, rats, frogs, toads, (to Willow's extreme discomfort) and, less common animals, deer, sheep, pigs, and goats. Fishing was plentiful and was how most of the village people got their protein.

She indulged her happiness in tomorrow's hunt for a pig. If the demigods see fit that they were successful on the hunt, then prosperity would come by the way of the civilians arrival. She was told a large celebration would be held. There would be women dressed in their most beautiful flowers dancing as friends joined in the festivities. A roaring fire the color of her hair, would light the darkened sky, sending the gods their praise and gratitude.

They wouldn't have another ceremony like that for at least a week, when they would ask the saints for permission to build their new canoe. The men would chop down a large koa tree and spend the day carving the shape, and then eventually carrying it to the ocean way for further use.

Willow listened intently, watching as Tara spoke with a shy passion for everything around her, she couldn't help feeling small flutters in her stomach with each glance. '... but I'm in love with Oz.' her mind told said, her heart argued that she could love more then one.



Buffy and Angelus were just entering the forest deciding that first they would check out the vast terrain and then go back to see the village's night life. At one time it all would have amazed her, the sweeping valleys and mountainous contours, the babbling brooks that flowed through colorful overgrown plant life. The crystal water of the ocean and lakes that would be so hard to find in California any more. Sparkling waterfalls dropping gracefully into misty piles of secluded ponds, the rivers and steams their only outlet. Now she only smiled feigning interest in the beauty around her. Even since that night, nothing had really been the same for her. She saw the world through cold eyes, of a broken women. Sure she still laughed, and joked, but really it was all just a way to pass the time.

Looking over at Angelus, she saw that he was also deep in thought, his brow furrowed in concentration. "What's with the pensive face," she asked purposely leaving off the taunting princess at the end.

"Nothing that concerns you, Buffy." he said spitting her name like a foul taste in his mouth. He wasn't just going to tell her his problems, not after the way she had treated him. He was enjoying the comfortable silence that had descended upon them while she explored the forests, and didn't want to see it end.

"What is your childhood trauma?" she asked rolling her eyes.

"What you just expect because you asked me a question I'm going to answer it, I am not your lap dog, like that Xander." he answered her.

"What does Xander have to do with any of this," she sighed, confused. He hadn't even talked to her friends so why was he bringing him into yet another one of their fights.

Cringing, Angelus realized his mistake. 'What now I'm going to act like a jealous schoolboy?' he thought, well she didn't have to know that. "It's pretty much my hatred for the whole lot of you."

'Oh, for a second there I thought he was jealous' "and why exactly is that, Princess Angela," she asked bluntly, laughing internally at the name change.

"You really want to know, I'll tell you little girl..." seeing her nod he continued. "Some 1800 years ago my people came, and ruled all the islands. There was tribes that actually had value and heritage, respect for their elders. Then the Europeans come and take that all away. They bring their organized religion and cultures here, shunning the way of our people. Once the over 100 islands of Hawaii thrived and now all there are, is a few remaining ones. They cut down the nature and bring tourists all over our land. They can't even allow us few ones to be in peace. No they must monitor us and send the likes of you here for help we don't need." he finished, rage in each one of his words.

For a second Buffy was really stunned, she had no idea such a hostile man could have such passionate feelings about anything or... anyone for that matter. Soon she came to the understanding though, as much truth as his words held, lies were entangled with them. "Oh, you don't need our help, you would rather have your foolish pride and allow your people die of a disease you have no idea how to even treat, then accept help from someone that does. Tell me Angelus is that what makes a good leader here?" she questioned hotly, knowing that it wasn't, knowing that a true king would suppress his own feelings for the better fortune of the people.

"You see, that is the problem women... Angelus would never have been a good leader." came the eery voice from the shadows.



Parker and Oz were strolling silently through the open field, this had been the place where the habitat had decided that they were to make some new housing for the villagers. Most of the supplies hadn't arrived yet, but the general blue-prints had already been looked at.

"So..." Oz said, unsure how to start a conversation with the man.

"So..." Parker replied, "that girlfriend of yours is a real cutie." Parker was really more attracted to the blonde, but the petite red head did have an alluring quality about her.

"Yeah, she's Willow." Oz stated simply, that one word coming out like a praise. He didn't know what he would do with out her. Since the first day he'd seen her wearing an Eskimo for their highschool culture dance, he'd been infatuated with her. He never was good at expressing himself with words, and she was a babbler, but somehow they fit. 'I don't imagine what I would ever do without her' he thought, coming to an abrupt halt. '... and I never thought I would have to find out'

Sitting on the ground by the medicine hut was his Willow locked in a passionate embrace with the women from earlier.



Panting for breath, heat coursing through her veins, Willow pulled away from the Tara's gentle lips. Lowering herself to nuzzle her soft neck, Willow saw a glimpse of a man. Looking up, one word dropped from her startled lips, "Oz!"



Angelus watched as the two men stepped from their hiding places 'well I'll be damned' he thought.



"Whats the matter Angel my boy, no hello for your good Uncle Holtz?" asked the middle aged man. 'I can't believe after all these years he is finally showing his face around here, and he called me Angel, he knows only my mother could ever call me that' Angelus thought as Conner walked up next to his father, "or your dear cousin." he said referring to his son.



Holtz had been banned from the village the day his sister, and Angelus's mother had died. Everyone knew of his hatred for Katherine since she married into the royal family, forgetting her days of peasantry. It was highly suspected and damn near confirmed that Holtz had been the one that infected his mother with the disease, using the poisonous flower to slowly end her life. Angelus had sat by for a year watching his mom die, her screams of pain echoing most nights through out the village. He stared at the pair with deadly sinister gaze, 'they should have never came back here, now they will be the ones screaming in pain'



Buffy stared at the three, unsure and curious about what was going on. The older man was glaring at Angelus while the teenage boy at his side stood smirking. Angelus was glaring at them with cold eyes, a look malign enough to send shivers down her back.




"Pretty gal you got there Angelus, how much did you pay for her," joked Conner maliciously.



Ever since they were children, Conner had always envied Angelus to the extent of obsession, now he wanted him to pay him back for ignoring him, and if that meant indirectly then that was fine by him.



"Leave her out of this Conner," Angelus demanded roughly. "You shouldn't have came back here Holtz, you know you can't take me now old man." he stated truthfully.



"Now you see Angel usually I would agree, but why fight when I could just use one of these?" he said pulling the large hand gun from his pouch.



"What is that Holtz?" asked Angelus suspiciously, not recognizing the new aged weapon.



Buffy's eyes widened in horror, very much understanding what that was. Noticing her frightened state, Holtz added, "Why don't you ask your girlfriend." Not waiting for his reply Holtz pulled the metal trigger, a loud bang and Conner's vicious laughs the only sounds to be heard, as the world seemed to slow.



*grins* Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy the cliff hangers. Please review, if you want to know what happens.

I do have an outline for this story, so it is going to go somewhere. I hope you all enjoy it, but I do have one question: Should I wait longer to update and build the suspense or continue to update each day? Please Help! *Katlin (Conleykm@aol.com - Meurtrier (BTW: it means slayer in french)