Hi thanks to Buffycoo999 and Ghostwriter for reviewing this thanx, but Ghost writer wat does cya on the flip side mean?

He watched her in the shadows through the sea of people dancing in front of him but could still make out every feature of her the way her eyes and mouth crinkled when she laughed the way her hair fell down and shaped her neck perfectly. The neck that he was now fixated on the one that soon he would be able to have a taste of. He would soon have her blood running through his veins feeding him. She would be in him. "Soon" he whispered as he slipped away outside, her still unaware of his presence.

Buffy turned and looked at the spot where Angel had stood only a few moments ago, even though she hadn't seen she could feel him whenever Angel was around she always got this feeling in her stomach she looked now at the spot and thought that she must be going crazy he wasn't here. She was broke of in thought by Willow calling her name.

"Hey am sorry Will guess I just spaced out"

"Thinking about Angel"

Buffy nodded she didn't know what it was but she still couldn't get Angel out of his head even though he had gone all evil and that's not the kind of guy you should have on your thoughts she couldn't help it. Not helping her eyes had begun to sting and she could feel that a tear was about to fall down her face.

"Buffy are you okay?"

"Yeah am fine am just gonna go, ill see you guys later" With this Buffy abruptly grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

Willow came up behind her and stood in front of her "I'll come with you"

"No it's okay you go back I'm fine I'll call you later I think I just need to be alone"

Willow nodded and gave Buffy a comforting hug and watched her walk outside. She went back to the table feeling incredibly guilty how could she have been so selfish here one her two friends were feeling so low and what was she doing drooling over her boyfriend, he did look hot up there playing dam Willow feel guilty stop thinking about Oz. She sat down again and slumped in her chair she had a big-knotted feeling in her stomach; she was really worried about Buffy. She couldn't even think about Oz or look at him or pay attention to the argument Xander and Cordeilla were having.

"I did not say your hair was horrible"

"Yes you did I asked you how's my hair"

"Yea and I said hmm nice"

"Exactly you hmmd. You don't hmm when a girl asks you for an opinion on how she looks"

Idiots, Willow thought as she slumped even deeper into her chair.