Disclaimer: If I owned them would I be sitting here writing this story about Buffy and Angel when they would still be together? The answer would be no.

Dedication: To Kathy, for rambling with me! And Sarah, who's in Switzerland, but has been a huge help to me!

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: None I can think of.

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

AN: Cordelia is nice. Faith is mean. I would just like to point that out.

2ND AN: This is a looooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggg chapter and took me months. So I expect a lot of reviews!!!

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Angel ran as fast as he could to the bent figure. "Buffy?" He asked quietly.

Buffy looked up. "Oh, god, no."

Angel sighed and brushed Buffys tear-stained face. He knelt down next to her and held her to him.

Buffy looked at him. "I'm back." She whispered.

Angel looked at her. "The soul's back?" He asked gently.

She nodded. She looked around. "What year are we in?" She asked.

"2003." Angel answered, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

Buffy gasped. "Oh, god, all those people I killed! I was so cruel!" She looked at him in despair. "And I ruined your life!"

"Shh." Angel whispered. He gently helped her stand up and led her over to a wooden bench.

"It's happened again! I've come back again! How?" Buffy moaned, just loud enough for him to hear.

Angel frowned and knelt before her. "What do you mean again?" He asked.

Buffy sniffed loudly. "How did I get my soul again?" She explained.

Angel shook his head. "No, Buffy. What do you mean 'again'?" He stated more slowly.

Buffy looked up at him slowly, her eyes wide and fearful. "When I first met you, I had a soul," She whispered, "Then when we made- had sex, I lost my soul from pure happiness. It was a loophole in the curse. I'd lose my soul if I experienced one moment of pure happiness."

"How long were you with a soul, before you lost it?" Angel asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

"Ten years. So I learnt to deal with the guilt and pain." She took one of hands and fiddled with his fingers. "That's when I also found out about The Stakers."

Angel frowned. "The Stakers?" He asked.

Buffy sighed and looked towards the stars. "I'll tell you later, ok? At the moment I just feel really tired."

Angel stood up. "How are you feeling, apart from tired?"

Buffy smiled weakly. "I'm fine. I've gotten over the sudden waves of guilt and pain in me."

Angel helped her stand up and clasped her small hand in his. "Come on, you can sleep at my house."

Buffy froze and stared at him. "You're not mad?" She asked.

"Of what?"

Buffy frowned. "Of everything. Of killing two of your friends."

Angel smiled sadly. "Of everything; it was the demon. Of killing my friends; I've done the same."

Buffy stared at him in shock. She breathed in an un-needed breath, deeply. "Is that what you believe?" She asked shakily.

Angel looked away from her, up the street. "We'll talk about this later, ok? When you've had some rest."

Buffy nodded.

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"GILES!"

Giles walked into the living room. "What?" He asked. He looked up from the book he was studying. "Oh god." He muttered.

Faith was lying on the couch, with a large dagger sticking out of her.

Giles grabbed the phone and shoved it in Connor's direction. "I'm going to take Faith to the hospital." He said.

"What should I do?" Connor asked, taking the phone, as Giles carried Faith out of the front door, with surprising strength.

"Call everyone and tell them to meet at the hospital!" Giles called.

Connor waited until he heard Giles' car speed off, before dialing Oz's number.

"Hello?"

"Oz, is Willow there with you?" Connor asked. He heard the banging of a door at Oz's house.

"Yep. She just arrived. Why?"

"Faith's hurt. Giles wants us to meet at the hospital. Go now." Connor instructed.

There was a sound of voices and the sound of a door being opening. "All right, we're on our way."

Connor cut the line.

"Connor."

Connor looked up to see Angel and Buffy coming through the door. "Why'd you bring her here?" He asked, looking pointedly at Buffy.

"Long story. Explain later." Angel answered. He led his Sire to the stairs. "Upstairs turn right, first door on the left. It's my bedroom, but you can rest there until Connor gets one of the spare rooms ready."

Buffy stared at Connor curiously. She suddenly realized what she was doing and nodded. "Thank you Angel." She whispered.

Angel smiled softly and gazed into her green and hazel eyes. "That's ok." He murmured.

Connor coughed. "Um, Angel?"

Angel blinked. "Right. Well we'll talk in the morning, Buffy. You get some rest."

Buffy nodded slowly, glanced at Connor once again and walked upstairs.

Angel watched her until she had disappeared, before turning to Connor. "What?" He asked.

Connor smiled slightly. "In the bedroom, huh?"

"Don't bother!" Angel growled. He closed his eyes and calmed down. "What is it?" He asked quietly.

"Faith got stabbed." Connor told him, "Giles wantsyou to meet him at the hospital."

Angel frowned and looked up the stairs in the direction of his bedroom, where is Sire was sleeping.

Connor noticed him. "Do you want me to stay and watch over her?" He asked, smiling at his fathers dilemma to either look after the Sire who had such a part in his life or go to the hospital to make sure the Slayer, who he was sure until now had stolen a piece of his heart, was alright.

Angel looked gravely at Connor. "Are you offering or asking?" Angel asked suspiciously.

Connor grinned. "Offering."

Angel nodded once. "Alright. I might bring back everyone and we'll talk then." Angel told him. "And if Buffy wakes up, give her as much blood as she needs. But don't let her out of this house, don't let anything in, and do not under any circumstance harm her! Ok?"

Connor nodded, and in under a second Angel was out of the door, had started up the car and was on his way to the hospital.

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Angel ran into the waiting room.

Willow looked up. "Angel!" She cried brightly.

"How's Faith?" Angel asked quickly.

Giles looked up. "She's just gone into theatre." He answered.

Angel looked at Oz, Willow and Giles. "Where is everyone?" He asked.

"I told Connor to ring everyone and meet us here," Giles replied, rubbing his temple, "I'm sure they'll be here soon."

Angel nodded and sat down.

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Cordelia gazed at Lorne. "So we shouldn't tell them?" She asked.

Lorne shook his head. "Somehow they'll figure it out."

Cordelia nodded thoughtfully. "And how will they figure it out?" She asked.

Doyle sighed. "We don't know Cordelia. That's where the PTB and the Oracles come in. Not us."

Cordelia looked at him in astonishment. "So what? We're just meant to sit here an-"

The phone cut her off.

"Hello?" She snapped.

"Hi, Cordy, who's with you?"

"Connor, hey!" Cordelia glanced at Doyle and Lorne. "Um, Lorne and Doyle are with me, why?"

"Faith's been stabbed. She's at the hospital with Oz, Willow, Giles and Angel."

Cordelia frowned. "Do we know who did it?"

"No. She's probably in theatre at the moment, but she might have told Giles who did it. Anyway, Cordelia, can you either go to the hospital with Doyle or come to the mansion in about an hour? They should be back then."

Cordelia nodded. "We'll probably come round in about an hour then."

"Ok, I'll phone you if I get any news."

Cordy put the phone down. She looked gravely at Doyle and Lorne.

"What's going on?" Doyle asked.

Cordelia frowned. "We have trouble." She replied calmly.

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After Connor had rung Xander and Anya, and had made sure that they were going to the hospital instead of having sex, as Anya had so kindly informed him, he decided to go and check on the sleeping vampire. Connor gently knocked on Angel's bedroom door. After hearing no reply, Connor gently opened the door. He found the vampire awake and staring at him with wide terrified eyes. "Buffy." He soothed, "It's just me, Connor. Angel's son."

Buffy relaxed visibly, after hearing Angel's name, and made her way out of the tangle of silk sheets and velvet duvet covers. "Need blood." She croaked, clutching at her pale throat with a slender hand.

Connor nodded. "There's some blood down stairs, come on." He led Buffy down stairs. "Sit down." He said, gesturing to one of the sofas.

Buffy sat tensely on the edge of the couch and waited.

Connor came back with two blood bags and handed them to Buffy.

Buffy examined one of the blood bags, until she finally sipped into game face and drank all the blood. After she had finished the second blood bag, Buffy looked at Connor, who was sitting in a chair and observing her. "You are my Childes son." Buffy remarked quietly.

Connor smiled. "And you are my fathers Sire."

Buffy stared at him. "You are so much like your father."

Connor scowled and leaned back in his chair. "Thanks." He muttered bitterly.

Buffy flashed him a weak smile and fell silent. She stared into the blazing fire. "He has a soul, doesn't he?" She asked softly.

Connor gazed at her. He nodded.

"How?"

"Gypsies," Connor answered, "He killed their leaders daughter, and they cursed him with a soul."

Buffy nodded slightly.

"How did you get your soul?" Connor asked curiously.

Buffy laughed a laugh that didn't reach her eyes. "You've noticed then?" She commented.

Connor shrugged.

Buffy became silent. "I don't know." She answered after a moment. "But I know how I got a soul last time." She muttered under her breath.

Connor's ears pricked up. "Last time?"

Buffy frowned at him. "You have vampire powers, yet you are mortal."

Connor grinned. "Don't ask. What do you mean 'last time'?"

"Ask your father." Buffy replied. She cocked her head. "I'd better go get some more rest."

Connor listened attentively as Buffy made her way back upstairs. Hearing nothing, Connor made his way to the kitchen.

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Two pieces of dust clung together. These pieces attracted two other pieces of dust and so on. The clump of dust started spinning anti-clockwise. Two minutes later, there was a mini tornado of dust. There was a hiss and the tornado was sucked in to a shape. A form. A figure.

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"She's been souled!" Chandra cried brightly, clapping her hands together. "Then Buffy and Angel will be together!"

Chander rolled his eyes. "Big deal!" He muttered. "I wanted to help Artemis and Ares kill Joss Whedon."

"Brother, Artemis and Ares are Gods from another time and place!" Chandra reminded him. "Do you know why they want to kill Joss Whedon?"

"Apparently, Joss Whedon created the world's most different yet perfect soul mates, who everyone loved seeing together. But then he pulled them apart, and put them with other inferior creatures!"

Chandra raised an eyebrow and gazed at the garden they were sitting in. "But Chander, look at this place! There are beautiful flowers, singing birds and sunshine all day! Why would you want to go down onto planet Earth and go into the past?"

Chander looked into the shimmering pool where he could see Buffy asleep. "It's just, what's the point of putting these two together?"

Chandra smiled mischievously. "Well, Joss lived in the past of this world," she gestured to the pool, "But he made the soul mates at different times. He made the girl in 1595, but her body died when she was eighteen, and he made the boy in 1743, but his body died when he was twenty-two. Artemis and Ares are going to kill him in 1801, where he was at his weakest."

Chander frowned. "But what's that got to do with these two. oh! I get it!"

Chandra smiled. "I knew you-"

A golden glowing arrow flying through the air and landing in the middle of the pool cut her off. The arrow dissolved and the picture of the sleeping Buffy was smudged by one dark red sentence.

Both Chandra and Chander paled.

"What should we do?" Chander asked quietly, once the message had done and Buffy had reappeared clearer than ever.

Chandra swallowed the lump in her throat and picked up the small telephone beside her. "Ah, yes. Can I speak to God, please? Tell him its Chandra."

She paused as the Angel on the other side put her through.

"Sir? Yes, hello. Um, we just received a message."

She paused.

"What it said?"

She locked eyes with her brother.

"The Devil has risen."

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