In every chappie I really try to add something about their culture. This a purely fictional piece of work for your enjoyment though, so not all the information is factual, or correct.

Thank you to the people that reviewed the last chapter or any before it, constructive criticism is always welcome, and also appreciated. :)

THIS IS ANGELUS, BABY!!! - he is not Angel... yet ;)



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Cordelia smiled brightly, entering the women's housing where her Angelus was being cared for. The fake beam spoke volumes of false kindness, and friendship. Angelus had many visitors, even though he was so known for cruelness, the people probably suspected that his wrath would increase if their popper respects were not paid.

Angelus kept the frown from crossing his face. 'I miss out on a piece of prime ass, just for a bunch of 'asses' to say their pitiful 'Welcome back' 'Get well Soon''oh, Prince Angelus anything I can do to ease your pain...well come to think of it that one he didn't really mind' he decided with a wolfish grin at the naked beauty in front of him.

Buffy looked at Cordelia and back at the stunning brunette they called Lilah, 'he's just flirting with them, right in front of me' she snarled, rolling her eyes at the humiliating display, 'and to think I almost...'

Cordelia watched Buffy closely, paying acute attention to the discomfort she was obviously feeling at the situation. 'Something happened' she guessed, although probably nothing to earth-shattering if Angelus was still looking to forfil his needs elsewhere. 'Hopefully with me' she thought, her plan of the blonde's manipulation already fully formed inside her conniving head, and just waiting to be hatched.

Watching as Buffy left the room in a airy huff, Cordelia signaled this as her clue to start. Calmly she followed the women, regretfully leaving Angelus to more then likely accept Lilah's advances. 'And who could blame her'

"Hey," Cordelia said kindly, looking at the blond huddled on a large couch thing. Usually upon finding her tear stained face, or looking into those deeply nieve eyes a person, even the cruelest of such, would have felt a tinge of guilt of remorse; Cordelia felt none. 'When it come's to getting what I want, I am as soul-less as they come'

"Uh, Hi," Buffy stuttered back, wiping the drying tears from her cheek. "Can I help you?" she asked politely, wondering why a women reported to be as vile as Cordelia, would ever take the time to bother with her problems.



"No... but I can help you!" she answered confidently, only her hallow eyes displaying any sort of distaste.

"What are you talking about?" Buffy replied nervously.

"You don't need to play coy with me.." Cordelia started with a friendly smirk, and as nod back at where Angelus lay. "I know you two are all hot and bothered by each other, and that you like our dear prince... but he's being less then cooperative," Cordelia finished referring to the audible moans that they could here coming from the now closed door. 'In her bed... now even I think that is low' Cordelia grimaced.

"Why would you care?" Buffy snapped, quickly apologizing for the hostility that she was displaying towards a women that had been nice so far.

Cordelia touched the women's gentle shoulder, "Yeah me and Angelus.. We had our fun, but it was just fun! I want him to be happy and I think that means being with you..." Cordelia trailed off, internally laughing at the trusting look on Buffy's face.

"What do I need to do...?" asked Buffy warily, 'I really want him.... I meen he makes me feel so alive' Buffy thought.

Cordelia grinned, leaning in close, "Here's what I have planned....





Darla Walsh sat uncomfortable in the small cell, 'thank god by tomorrow that Lindsey fuck said I will be out of this hell hole and back to my fucking life' she thought bitterly.

It was never supposed to be this way, she was never supposed to have been caught. She had done everything right, played all her card and bluffed with the best of them. There was only two people that she could think of that screwed her over. 'Ford.... and my dear friend Buffy' Really though, how dare they both narc her out! 'We were supposed to love each other, and what just because I planned the little golden bitch's downfall and rape... I get locked up! Where is the justice in that?'

All her life Buffy had been asking for it, she was always the god one, always the nice one, the perfect one. The fucking poster child for doing the right thing, and still she got al the men... and what was Darla? Just the stupid fuck on the side, never good enough to compare to their 'Buffy'

If they only knew everything about 'their' Buffy.... No she had seen parts of the flower child that no-one else dared. She vowed right then and there that when she got out the world would too, and Buffy would no-longer resemble anything regarding a threat.





Willow smiled happily, her new lovers hand held tightly in her own. 'I feel free!' she thought happily, feeling the wind brush effortlessly over her tingling naked skin. Tara had convinced her to go el' nakedo to tonight's big event, and she was still slightly hesitant. 'I meen Xander is going to be there!' she remembered, unconsciously covering her small breasts.

Tara smiled reassuringly at her love, she new the experience was a new one, but she truly hoped that Willow learned to enjoy the beautiful culture all around her. The one Tara herself had grew up in.

Excitedly Tara pulled Willow over to her group of friends. They were all naked which was still hard for Willow to grasp, but not overly unpleasant, and had many beautiful exotic flowers covering their bodies in leigh and ribbons.

"Hi, um guys... Fred, Wes," she said nervously, feeling as if their gazed where all burning into her, when in reality they were all just greeting each other.

"Hey Willow!" Fred waved happily, motioning for the couple to come sit beside them.

"Hey pet," Spike greeted purposely leering at her exposed mound for fun.

"Hello pretty red birdie," Dru sing-songed, swaying into her William's embrace.

Willow looked speculatively at the two, she had heard from Fred that Dru had slept with Angelus too, but she couldn't help to wonder why when she obviously had a great package in Spike. 'Also what is that girl smokin?' Willow laughed. 'There is definitely something I don't know.'

Gunn and Faith 'who seem oddly cozy' had came up and joined them, bringing Robin, Ryly, and to her unpleasant surprise Oz, and Xander along.

"Whoa Willow tree, all your branches are bare!" Xander almost screamed, his eyes getting impossibly wide. Willow just rolled her eyes, pretending not to care when Oz said nothing just went about greeting the others.

"So where's Buff in the buff too?" Xander asked excitedly, earning an evil glare from his friend.

"I haven't seen her." she answered.

"Maybe she's with the big poof, you know preparing the court!" Spike said sarcastically.

"The court?" Oz said in way of a question.

"Yeah, Nancy boy and al his kin parade around in bloody feathers and such. Anya and Parker where already waddled away earlier." he stated.

Willow smiled, glad for the warmth of the now rising fire against her once cooling skin. Suddenly Willow jumped, a large noise echoing through out the village.

She watched in awe as women and men came out, all in body dies, feathers, and bright colors dancing in an intricately wild foot loose that had her crowd of friends cheering their applauds.

She was even more shocked to see them light their arm bracelets on fire, the blazing red beams flying elegantly through the air, sizzling the night sky with their flame.

"Oh my god!" Xander laughed seeing the 'royal court' come out in hilarious feather get-ups. It looks as if they had been tarred and feather trying to be in a frat or something, Xander chuckled again. Angelus was being carried on the shoulders of two large mens hammock, his injury not allowing him to dance around foolishly with the rest of his family.

'Still no Buff' Oz thought, looking around for his friend. Now usually Oz wasn't the typed to be stunned 'yesterday excluded' but when Buffy walked out in nothing but a large white smile and swirls of colorful transparent paint coating her front and back, he found himself speechless. 'What the hell is she doing, does she think we are in New Orleans again?' he laughed, thinking at the rather fond memory. 'Of a time when Willow was still yours...' his mind whispered, again returning to the somberness it had harbored ever since Xander had informed him of their earlier fight. 'After he said that they were... together' Oz gulped, mixed emotions running through him at see frightfully arousing thought.



Angelus had also seen Buffy, and her barely there ensemble. 'Men can't see her like that, she is mine!' a very possessive and angry part of his mind screamed. He ordered the men to take him to where she had just joined her friend, laughing happily why they allowed him to fume.

Ignoring the jolt of pain, Angelus lowered himself to the log next to Buffy... happy at first when she did not flinch away, but disappointed once again when he ignored greeting him like the others. 'I knew sleeping with that whore, was going to come back to me' he thought pissed; his mind only now remembering the liaison that had taken place in her very bedroom just hours before.

"Buffy can we talk...?" he whispered softly into the shell of her ear.

"What exactly do we have to discuss Angelus?" she questioned back. 'Cordelia this better work...'

"First of all why you are letting other man see, what I have yet to taste..." he rustled huskily.

He was appalled at the hysteric laugh that she produced, "and you never will." she said, ignoring the funny looks from the table.

Angelus's eye started twitching, much like it did in their earlier confrontations. "You will be mine.." he growled, his land laying on her inner thigh.

"Not if you continue to be the village bicycle!" she stated loudly, earning confused looks from everyone from the village.

Xander elaborated, "It's is a thing you sit on to move places with pedals, when someone is called the village bicycle it means that everyone has had a ride!" Xander said, clutching his gut with sobbing bellows of laughter.

By the time Angelus could look angrily back at Buffy from the crtisizing stares she was gone. 'Twitch. Twitch'



*IMPORTANT A/N*

SORRY this one took so long to get out.. My html files were all lost when I had a brief computer crash.... I had a lot of this story previously written so I have been spending time re-writing the lost chapters from scrap. Now that I have most of them done, I will start to update regularly again. My apologies to everyone who was following this story. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE VERY LONG TO MAKE UP FOR THIS ONE'S SHORTNESS. Thanks for the reviews!!