Chapter—3

"You know you're pretty good at this dancing thing." Buffy was a nervous wreck, and although she wasn't finding anything to talk about, she wasn't all that uncomfortable with him.

"Yeah well I've had over two hundred years to perfect my dancing technique." Angel was the happiest guy in the world right at that moment. Until he realized that he had made a huge mistake.

Buffy was about to say something back to him when she to realized what he had said. "Wait…What? Two hundred years? What do you mean by that?"

"Umm… I'm sorry I have to go now. It's kind of late and I need to get up early tomorrow."

"uh uh. No I want to know what you meant by two hundred years. Are you… no you can't be your so normal." She was really just talking to herself now. There was no possible way that he was that old…unless he was a vamp- no he CANT be. He was so nice, but on the one hand, he did have way too much knowledge in his eyes for someone who could only be, what? Maybe 28?

"I had hoped to put this off but since I know you'll probably figure it out sooner or later then I might as well tell you now. Buffy I'm a vamp-"

"-pire! No you can't be! Come on I move away from my old home to get away from vampires. No way, I don't believe you! Get away from me!" She jumped away from him as he made a move to pull her back to him.

"Look I'm sorry I know this must come as a shock to you, but Buffy you're the Slayer, you hear this kind of stuff everyday, this cant be to much of a surprise to you." Angel had hope that she would look past his game face and see the real him and not back away like he feared she would now that she knew who he was. But maybe he was expecting too much from her. He did know that she had moved away from L.A. because of all the vampires and demons there. But surely she knew that she now stood on the hellmouth? But then again, maybe she didn't.

"Umm…Buffy? Do you know why the Watchers Council moved you here?"

"What? The Watchers Council? What do they have to do with my moving here?" Buffy asked suspiciously. She didn't know but she had a feeling that he had known about her before she knew him. "Just who the hell are you anyways?" And then she turned and fled, she didn't want to know anymore. She had just reached the door when a very strong hand grabbed her around the middle.

"Buffy, wait. Please listen to me. Can I at least explain it all to you without you running away?"

Did she really want to get into this again? True, Buffy had moved to escape the future she didn't want with vampires, and demons and the like. But she was intrigued by Angel. Or stranger, whoever he was. "Fine, I'll listen, but can we go somewhere else?"

"Yeah, sure. Where do you want to go?" God is she really going to listen to me? Maybe she actually does like me after all. He really did hope that she would listen, instead of playing judge, jury, and executioner, before she had heard the whole story.

"Well, my house is out. Moms home and she wouldn't like it if I invited a guy into my house, and especially not a vampire."

"Kay, then we'll go to mine, its right around the corner." 20 minutes later, Angel opened the door to his home, if you would call it that. It looked more like a bachelors pad. Minus the fake leopard rugs and shady lamp shades. But other than that it wasn't that bad, cozy, if nothing else.

"So this is your home? Nice. Okay let's get this over with. Who and what exactly are you! There has to be some kind of explanation. I mean no vampire I've ever met has been this nice to me before. So obviously there's some kind of trick to this whole scheme you have worked out. So what is it? What's going on?"

"Well then maybe I should start at the beginning, if you don't mind that is. This could take a while to explain." God this was going to be along night indeed.

"That's fine. Just get on with it already." Do I really want to sit here and listen to him talk about his past when all he could be doing is just waiting for me to get comfortable so he could move in and kill me? But then again I could listen to him talk all night long.

"…And then I told him that I wanted to help you. So he told me where to find you, and I went to L.A. to see if I could help you. I remember seeing you fro the first time walking down those stairs outside of the school. And then that same day when you learned of your fate. And then that first night when you staked your first vampire, and I knew you would change my life. And you did." He finally looked up at her after talking for 20 minutes, and regretted it. He could have handled her being mad at him, or even crying, but he did not know what to do when she was looking at him like she was now. With admiration, and even, what appeared to be, lust? Yeah right the Slayer in love with me, a vampire? Like that could ever happen. But what if it could happen. God that would be a miracle. Wait is she leaning in towards me?

God why is he looking at me like that? Does he know what he does to me when he has that look on his face? He makes me want to… is he leaning in towards me?