Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter. I haven't decided how long this story is going to be, but I do have the very last chapter written so I know how it ends. *smile* This story will though, keep adding in complexity that will hopefully rival the real BTVS's, and many characters will be developed, and their relationships shown.

And also distribution: If you want to post it somewhere go right ahead, just tell me where you put it, so I can go visit, just to see my story on screen. *he..look I wrote that* {lol} Conleykm@aol.com

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Tara helplessly attended to Holtz's wounds, 'he always did know how to get to Angelus' she thought. Since they were children her and Angelus had been friends, sharing everything together. Her parents had been in the high court as well, and although vicious in their treatment towards women they had been highly respected. She and Angelus had long been arranged to be married, their parents making the decision that great wealth and fortune would come to them by the joining of the power families. Then when Angelus's mother had fallen sick to Holtz's flower he became depressed, and she was one of the only people he would still talk to.

Katherine had wanted to see her baby boy be wed, so it was arranged that the ceremony would take place later in the season cycle. When the day finally had arrived... 'I shattered what was left of his heart' she had walked out on him, leaving him at the alter. It wasn't that she didn't love him, but the love she had was that of friendship. 'I knew his was too, he just wanted to marry me to see his mother happy again' She then announced her life choice to the group and they had been stunned. Nikki and Jasmine were the only ones ever to admit that to the tribe, and it was also said that Angelus drove her to it.

After that night Katherine had died, and Angelus had blamed her for the demise of his mother so quickly and also her own parents deaths. Shortly after they had been killed in a raging fire, one that was highly suspected Holtz also started. Angelus now barely even acknowledged that he knew her, and if it wasn't for her uncanny medicine skill she might have been shunned from the tribe. She knew that was why she was here now to work her magic on Holtz, the man at one time she cared deeply for.

She looked at the other three men in their hut, Conner had grown a lot since the first time she'd seen him, but was definitely still the same mousy boy that once followed Angelus everywhere. He had worshiped him more then all the gods in Olympia. The other elder man was also very familiar, 'oh my gods that's old man Snyder' she noticed in awe.

The more privileged children weren't forced to be taught by their parents but were sent to a small hut that was run by Mr. Snyder. All the kids despised him for the rat like creature he was. His son Andrew was watching her from the corner, obviously making sure that she didn't escape from their wrath. 'I wonder how he ended up in this scandal, he was always such a nice kid, intent on learning. Some-what a nerd, but still seemingly... good' Then with wide eyes it hit her, this was about revenge for most of them, so why not be the same for him. Andrew was always in love with Angelus and Spike, though he never announced his gay tendencies there was that incident with Warren (a boy from a neighboring village) that was enough proof for everyone.

Once she finished with the man's wound, she hovered back into the corner. 'I hope someone comes for me... I wish Wills was around'



Angelus woke groggily, his eyes waking to see this sun haired goddess looming over him, her head fallen against his stomach. Re-closing his eyes, he centered on the warm hand grasping his, sending pleasant waves of heat through his shivering form. He smiled faintly, inhaling the vanilla scent that wafted around him, and the surprisingly squishy surface he was lying on. Suddenly he threw himself fully alert, uncomfortable with the back and froth motions he was making. She sat up quickly, obviously embarrassed for putting herself in such a compromising position, even more so when she saw his prominent erection despite his pain.

"What the fuck is this?" he yelled, sliding in many different ways on the gel area.

Buffy looked at his frightened face, and tried unsuccessfully to choke back a laugh.

"And what the hell do you find so funny?" he snarled, content written in his confused features.

"Big Bad princess is all afraid of the water bed?" she said condescendingly, her orbs sparkling with mischief.

"Water bed?" he said obviously wanting her to elaborate, on the comfortable yet unfamiliar device. 'Well it does feel like I am laying in water, what genius thought of this?'

"Yeah you know warm water held in by plastic wrapper, used to make your body form to it, and sleep better..." she explained.

"Where am I?" he now asked, although the place looked vaguely familiar, it was most definitely not their hard bedded medicine hut.

"Your in my bedroom." she said, 'he must have only scene the hall the other day'

"Ok... why?" he asked baffled, he tried to move to sit, but his leg felt like it was tearing at the seems. Suddenly in a flash of memories the day came back, Holtz... Conner... saving her.... getting shot... them almost... 'Whoa! Down boy'

"I thought you would be more comfortable," she said. "I know you don't like us being here, but seeing how Tara is missing they needed a nurse to take care of you and I volunteered." she finished.

'Tara... my Tara is missing!' he was shocked. Seeing his pained expression, Buffy tried to placate his nerves. "We have people out looking for them, Ryly and Spike beat a location out of some Willy the snitch guy, and they should be back soon." His face seemed to lose some of it's pensiveness with her answer, but the worry for his once dear friend was still there.

Buffy smiled when he relaxed, "why don't you lay down so I can bring you something to eat." she lightly demanded. Taking her soft silk pillows she lowered them under Angelus's head, using the satin sheets and down comforter to cover him up.

Angelus sunk peacefully into the luxurious bed, 'maybe some things over there aren't that bad.' He was almost sleeping when she came back, holding a steaming cup of something. 'Hmmm maybe she got some rice' he thought hungrily of the common food.

Sitting down next to him, she lowered the bowl to her lap. Grabbing a spoonful of the chicken noodle soup she brought it to his mouth.

'This is heaven... I must have died from the shot, floating here on water, the women of my fantasies is feeding me the most delicious contraption I have ever feasted upon. Yes, I've passed' he thought happily.

She notice the bliss on his face, 'I must have been right about them eating entrails and such' she grinned, uncharacteristically happy in bringing a man pleasure.

After finishing the hefty bowl, Angelus closed his eyes ready to drift back into a restful slumber. Just about to close his eyes she looked at him worriedly. "Something the matter" he asked.

"One bed..." she gulped tightly. Seeing her problem he pulled back the sheets, motioning for her to get under. Sighing, she stiffly moved into the spot, laying tense away from him. Trying hard to calm her body, she willed sleep to come.



"Bloody hell," Spike murmured, making the long trip through the forest, 'why in the gods green earth do I get sent out' he thought pissed at missing more pleasurable nightly activities in his dark queen's arms.

"Shut up!" Ryly yelled, tired of Spike's constant complaining, He was usually just there around patients, so it's not like he wanted to be foot hiking either.

Xander and Oz laughed at the two, well more like Xander laughed and Oz snorted. He was still contemplating yesterday's events. He had been left by the one women that he had opened up to, to be with the women he was now rushing off to save. 'The irony' he thought, not really amused.

Xander on the other hand was whistling pleasantly, he was excited about the big dancing fire hootenany that was scheduled for later. Also he couldn't wait til his little Betties started giving out the shots, so he could do the wild thing with Anya. 'No more scrambled porn for me' he thought excitedly. 'They better move out of the way, because there's going to be some heat if you know what I'm saying.'

Ryly was the first to spot the small hut that held the men. 'Dead men walking' he thought icily. He worked with Tara each day and no way was he going to let any one of these men hurt a single hair on her body. He noitced there was two other guys in the structure, 'shit' Leaning over to the man they called Xander he whispered, "if we die, tell Faith I always wanted her.' he said almost wickedly. Xander gulped, 'I am not going to die a virgin, I am not going to die a virgin, oh please lord don't make me die a virgin' he pleaded, entering the small place. 'Fight time'



Cordelia was fuming, 'no way am I going to let some yellow haired, bone skinny, pale ass steal the man she had been after most of her life. Angelus was hers, and the bitch better realize it.'

To her he was the perfect catch, everything any self respecting tribes-women should want in a man. He was going to be the king, he was handsome, and great in bed. 'Really what else could anybody want?'

How dare that civilian boy, Xander say that stuff about her anyway. She was perfect, and no one could ever convince her otherwise. There was no way she's just let them main land freaks to come in and steal her fire. She'd have Angelus no matter what the cost. 'I am Cordelia, who wouldn't want me?' she thought cockilly. Taking in that pleasant muse, she drifted off into sleep.



Angelus rolled over, his limbs becoming tangled with hers somewhere in his peaceful slumber. Stroking her face softly, he smiled when she awoke, looking at him with hazy eyes. "Good morning," she said, stretching languidly, but not attempting to move from their joined position, "how do you feel?" she asked concerned.

Angelus chuckled at her innocent question. Grabbing her soft hand he placed it against his rock hard arousal, leaning in and nipping her earlobe he purred, "How do you think I feel?"

She looked at him, the emerald globes of her eyes widening with surprise. Keeping his hand over hers, he gently stroked himself, encouraged when she didn't move away. "Your hurt..." she whispered huskily, turning his head to face her.

"I'll heal," he rustled back, intent on finally making them one. Blinking her eyelids up at him softly, he held back a groan, seeing the wanting in her expression. Running his hand over her cheek, he brought them closer. Gradually he closed his eyes, savoring the celestial feeling of his lips finally meeting hers. As soon as they touched a fire as roaring as the one the night before, lit between them. With passion ignited in both their systems, their mouths came together in a erotic dance, each hungry for one more taste of the others heat.

Crawling on top of her, Angelus rubbed her body with expertise, causing a river of water to gush from her molten core. She no longer thought of the horrors this act brought in the past, did not shy away when his lean fingers dipped into her honey entrance. She only held him closer, stroked him back, moaned when he slid down her body to devour her cream, consuming it like a kitten offered their first meal. She only felt fire works when the explosions rocketed around his tongue, no pain or bitter hurt.

She didn't scare when he slipped back up her body, and placed himself over her. For all this he was ecstatic grunting his compliments as he slid deep into her, finally at home. Safe. They glided together as if they were the only two people that fit this perfectly. When the white hot peaks finally streamed through both of their bodies, confessions of love were screamed. Feeling himself spurt intensively into her womb, he harshly sat up gasping.

'Oh fuck' he thought looking down at the sticky sheets. 'Another god damn, mother fucking dream! WHY? Why do the gods spite me. I don't love her, I can't stand to be around her, she drives me insane!!!' he mentally yelled at them. 'We don't belong together, I don't want to bring her pleasure or ease her distress!!! I violently dislike you all' he continued his shout.

Leaning over he looked at the turned back of his imaginary partner, then back at the wet sheets. 'How the hell am I going to explain this??' he thought in a panic, noticing her waking stretch.



'Bullocks' thought Spike ducking the incoming blow of his once hated teacher. 'This is going to be so much bloody fun' he smirked, kicking Snyder hard in his fat gut. Kneeing his leaned head and then punching his ejected face, Spike watched happily as he fell unconscious to the ground.

'Move out of the way hurricane Xander coming through' he thought seeing the boy spar with an already hurt Holtz. 'You would think he could have knocked down a man with a god damn mortal wound already' sneaking behind his greying hair, he smashed his fist over his head. Collapsing he left a panting Xander alone. 'This doesn't speak well for the chit'

Conner rapidly blocked the punches the small man was throwing at him, he didn't have much experience but he knew he had more then the short guy. 'or maybe not' he thought, landing on his ass after a well performed leg sweep from Oz. Taking the boys face, he delivered one well put punch to the temple, and all Conner saw was black.

Andrew looked around nervously, he was seriously out numbered. Ryly was in back untying their captive, and three men stod infront of him. 'This is like the mighty Angelus out numbered against the rivaling village yet rising with brutality to conquer them all' he though, putting up his fists.

Laughing Spike approached him, "Andrew you stupid arse, what in the world do you think your doing," he asked rasing an eyebrow. "Just come with us willingly and you won't get hurt." he said coaxingly.

Andrew looked at the muscular man... 'he's soooo hot' "On one condition." he said.

"Sorry lad, but your really not in the position to make negotiations here."



"All I want is a kiss..." he said hopefully, running pubescent eyes down the brunettes body.

Spike coughed, he always knew Andrew had a crush on him, but he bloody hell never expected him to admit it! "Umm look Andrew, I kind of have a lady friend." he tried to put it nicely.

"Drusilla," he spit back, making his way to run out the door.

Rolling his eyes, Spike caught the boy in one hand, using rope to tie his squirming arms. "Always wanted you to tie me up..." he tried to say seductively. Spike laughed obnoxiously, feeling as if he was going to have a heart attack right there. 'It's going to be a long trip back' he grinned.

Thank for reading, now please review. The next chapter will be out soon, and I wasn't sure how far to take the dream sequence but if you think it went to far or not far enough, lemme know.

Thanks a ton,

-Katlin*