Disclaimer: If I owned them would I be sitting here writing this story about Buffy and Angel being together, when, if I owned them, they'd already be together, cause they're soul mates and Angel is so selfish for thinking his love is not enough for Buffy???? The answer would be no.

Dedication: To everyone who has made a contribution to the world!!

Summary: AU!! B/A!! What if Buffy is Angel's sire instead of Darla? She comes to Sunnydale to find Angel with a soul, a son, and helping the Slayer, while she is a soulless vampire! Can they ever be together?

Spoilers: Nothing I can think of.

Reviews: Yeah, or I'll die of lack of oxygen.

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Angel turned round and stared at her.

Buffy smirked at the look on his face. "Kidding Angelus!" She said coldly, "God, you're so gullible, it's not even funny!"

"He's not gullible!" Cordelia started. Angel flashed her a grateful look. "'Cause it's true!" She finished, oblivious to Lorne and Doyle's warning looks.

"'Delia!" Doyle groaned, as everyone turned to look at her.

"What?" Angel asked her.

Cordelia stared at him with wide eyes. "I. I mean, of course it's not true! And, yeah, she's right, you are gullible!"

Faith ground her teeth together, "He's not gullible, just blind!" She muttered sourly.

Lorne linked arms with Cordelia, "Come on, Sugar puff," He purred, "Let's go and talk. Coming Doyle?"

Doyle nodded and followed them out of the cemetery.

Spike lent down to Buffy, "Me and Dru are going to hunt. We'll see you later."

Buffy nodded and turned her attention to Angel.

Faith looked at Buffy. "Who are you?" She spat.

Buffy smiled silkily, making Xander shudder. "Buffy Summers, tuned Vampire Slayer, who was sired in 1613 by a vampires, named Darla, and sired Angelus, Scourge of Europe, in 1765!" She smiled slightly at Faith's furious expression. "Anything else?"

"What are you doing here?" Angel asked quietly.

Buffy looked past him to Tara. "Only to watch someone get killed by someone else." She answered innocently.

"Who'll do the killing?" Oz asked, frowning at her.

Buffy smirked at him. "Guess." She commanded.

"Me!" Tara answered brightly, letting her demon visage out.

"Correct." Buffy stated coldly.

Tara nodded and turned to the nearest person next to her. She grabbed Wesley by the shoulder and held him in front of her. "May I?" She asked her Sire.

Buffy smirked coldly, "Go ahead."

Tara grinned and sank her fangs into Wesley's neck.

"No!" Faith cried, knocking Wesley out of Tara's grip. "This one's for Wesley!" She screamed, before plunging her stake all the way through Tara's dead heart.

Buffy grabbed Wesley, before Tara could turn to dust and anyone could move. She smiled sweetly. "This one's for Angelus." She murmured, so only Angel could hear.

"No." Angel whispered, as Wesley fell to the ground, with his neck snapped.

Buffy smiled slightly and stood in front of him. "Yes." She breathed, tickling Angel's ear with her non-existent breathe.

He pulled his head back slightly and looked deeply into her hazel-green eyes. He leaned his head down, so that it was inches from her own. "This one's for the real Buffy." He murmured.

Buffy frowned and looked into his deep gaze.

Angel smirked slightly and pushed her over, hard, so that she landed ungracefully on her bum. "One day, I'll have enough courage to kill you." Angel told her, before storming out of the cemetery.

Faith grinned coldly at Buffy and knelt down in front of her. "And if he doesn't, I will." She snapped. Buffy watched silently as the Slayer spat ion the ground next to her and ran off after Angel.

Buffy cursed herself, as the others left, at being so un-prepared.

"Are you okay?"

Buffy's head snapped up to see Angel's son, Connor, standing over her. "Why would you care?" She asked, getting up. "If you're anything like your mother, you'd laugh, and if you're like your father, well. I'd be fucking you right here!"

Connor grinned comically. "I'm a lot like my father!" He hinted hopefully.

Buffy studied him for a moment. "Go home kid." She said finally, "You don't want to end up dead."

"Why'd you care?" Connor countered.

"Because, if you're anything like you're father, then, in some sick, twisted, soul-loving way, deep down, I care." She turned and started to walk out of the cemetery.

"Buffy!" Connor called.

Buffy stopped. "Yeah?" She asked, without turning round.

There was a pause. "We all lose people we love." He said after a few minutes.

Buffy turned to look at him, but he'd already gone. "But are we sure we love them?" She whispered to the silence. She shook her head and strode out of the cemetery. "I'm going soft." She commented.

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The black figure lent against a headstone and smiled at the vampires words. "You're not just going soft Buffy, you're going to Hell."

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