Author's note: Hey everyone, I know this is horribly late, ButI was trying to make the chapters a little longer.I just got a call from a Kathy who's having her finals, And so this one is for her, because I know how terrible those things are. Let's all wish her good luck, yeah:) Go Kathy!

And Lilimarq, sorry about that, I guess I wanted to make sure it was clear that Buffy and her friends were still speaking in Danish, as My own Danish is very, VERY faulty, I can't write it in that language (and can you imagine how hard to read that will be?) Anyway, I just fixed it so you can check it out. :)

Now, that I've bored you enough, ON with the story.

PS: Okay, If you've read my Fic before you know that The little poppet's name is AUDREY.. well, I got tired of the name it just dosen't seem to fit well, and names mean a great deal to me (I can't very well name her Consolacion) so I switched the name to Katheryn, so its either Kittie or Kat or Kittie Kat or Sweet bit or various other names Spike calls her.

NOW, on with the story.

Chapter XVII – Amsterdam: Bloody Hell

Angel couldn't understand Buffy. It was like that unbelievable connection they had once chared had been severed completely, he could not at all make heads or tails of what she was saying.

Well, that was mostly because she was speaking Dutch.

She had dragged him back to a fruit stand where she spoke in rapid Dutch to the vendor-a man who looked older then Angel. And then she walked off, expecting him to follow her. She didn't even look back until they were nearing the blue door she had pointed out before as being her home.

"This is the place." She said. Her tone was neutral but there was something about the way she said it that just disconcerted Angel. Buffy just seemed angry at him for some reason. He really had not sure what he had been expecting, but for some reason he was a little confused as to why she was being so hostile. "But then again you already knew that."

Angel looked at his love, he was confused at her snarky tone of voice, in the years in hell and subsequent years in Sunnydale he had forgotten her bite.

At times, it was worse than his.

"Well, you did point at it." He said cautiously.

Buffy snorted in disbelief.

"You mean to tell me," she said tilting her head to the side and cocking her eyebrow. "That you had no idea where I lived, but caught wind that the slayer was in Amsterdam and just skulked around until you saw me?"

Angel shook his head.

"No." he said. "Giles actually caught wind of you being here."

He had thought that she would have warmed up at the sound of her old watcher's name but she did nothing of the sort. In fact, she bristled even more.

"So you're working with Giles now" she asked, her tone was almost accusatory.

The vamp nodded.

"I'm trying to make amends, Buffy." He said. "For everything that I did to you."He lookeddown and scratched the back of his neck (A move Oz had taught him before he left-it would show her that he was embarassed and truly sorry. Actually it involved shaving a hard through his hair, but Angel had flatly refused to do that. His hair too long enough to fix.He wasn't going to go around ruining it.)"Look, I know that-"

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Save it, brood-boy." She interrupted holding her hands out in front of her. "This is so not the place to have this little chat."

The shock of Angel's sudden arrival had worn off and now she was pissed. She was pissed at him for ruining her first time (at sex), pissed at him for forcing her to grow up, pissed at him for forcing her out of Sunnydale, forcing her into a little shell of desolation and now, pissed at him for intruding on her new happiness. This bastard so just could not leave well enough alone.

"Then, we'll go in?"he asked looking at the house she had pointed out. He could fell his position changing, if she was going to allow him into her home, well, it was a big step. He felt his hopes and spirits riase and fall at the same time. (But he ignored his soul and focussed on the rising.)

Buffy shook her head.

"No." she said.

Angel hung his head. She didn't trust him. After, what he did to her, he supposed she would hardly trust anyone. He knew it was his fault, so he didn't protest as she lead him around the block and down the cobbled alley that accessed the backs of the houses. They walked up five flights of fire escape stairs and finally reach the roof.

It was comfortable up there, a few plants, a swing and a seating area. Buffy took a seat on one of the chairs and looked up at him; her gaze was not at all the soft and welcoming gaze that he had remembered.

"So talk." She said.

Angel sat across her. He suddenly found that he had nothing to say.

"About what?" he asked. "How'd I find you, why we looked here in the first place? or what's going on?"

"I choose D all of the above."

"Well, I found you-"Angel smiled and looked down. He knew what he was going to say would please her. "Of course, I'd find you, Buffy, I could feel you in this city. I can sense you. If I was all alone in darkness I would somehow find my way to you."

Buffy felt like cringing. That was... well, she had no words. She didn't think people actually said that outside corny French movies.

"Slayer alarm bells?" she asked uncomfortably.

Angel quirked his eyebrow. That sort of ruined the tone he was going for.

"Er-not really." He said somehow disappointed that Buffy didn't at least smile at him or something. He decided to cut his losses and took a deep breath, just letting the sensation of being with her again wash over him.

The wind picked up around them as the night air cooled the city down. Buffy shivered, mentally kicking herself for not bringing a sweater.

"Are you cold?"

"No."

"Buffy, why don't we just go inside."

Buffy didn't answer, she just peered at him for a while waiting for him to get the significance.

Angel felt his insides drop and then rise up into his throat. Not only was his damn soul killing him for seeing Buffy again-which he had to try his best to hide for her sake, but she wasn't making it any easier. When a second, what did he expect anyway?

He suddenly caught a wiff of something familiar. At first his sensors labeled it as Buffy, but then he realized something was off about it. She was-

He was suddenly interrupted by a noise downstairs. The door opened and then closed and then he heard voices coming up. Buffy stiffened, she glanced towards the door that Angel presumed lead to the rest of the town house.

And Angel caught another scent on the wind. It was the one that had melded with Buffy, and that was when it hit him. It explained a lot of things all at once. She was with someone else. Someone else had touched his beloved. Someone touched his Buffy and that made his blood boil.

Buffy glanced at him and then at the door that provided the roof access to the rest of the flat. A door that suddenly burst open to reveal Buffy's new love.

Before Angel saw his face, he placed the smell that wafted around, and his mind turned away from Buffy's love interest and to the threat.

"Spike."

Angel felt his blood ignite. He threw himself at Spike, for one second he let his anger and his betrayal and his jealously erupt in one single action. He had fought his way through hell for a hundred years just to find his Buffy. She was the first one he had really loved in the two hundred years that he had walked the planet and Spike had taken what his.

Spike on the other hand, turned and saw the Angel shaped blur suddenly launch itself at him. Spike only managed to side step him and then scoff as his grandsire managed to slam himself into the door he had just closed.

He then arched an eyebrow at his grandsire then turned to Buffy and smirked.

"Bloody hell."

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Angel felt the wooden barrier smash into his head and got disoriented nearly falling over. And then the door opened again and he got smashed back into the floor. Then he heard a small voice say:

"Mum, mij won te vissen!" it said. "welka zitten mij helelmaal geode hierboven?"

Then Buffy's voice replied.

"Worden weerom ternaal de zaal, Kittie Kat,"

At this point, Angel managed to get his fuzzy-feeling head aloft. He squinted in the low lighting twilight afforded him to make out Buffy and Spike both talking to someone behind him. He turned to see a little girl sitting in the doorway.

"Ah!" she said peering at Angel. Something about the little girl put Angel on the edge. "Vampier."

She then proceeded to sit at the edge of the house, the closest she could be to outside without any part of her touching the invisible barrier. Who was she?

Maybe someone Buffy was helping? An innocent in need?

Before Angel could go into the details, however, he felt Buffy's capable hands tug him around to face her. Her and Spike, who stood next to her, his arms crossed. He looked pensive, and thoughtful. He turned to Buffy and

"Slayer-"

"Hen er Angel Ekk Angelus, Spike."

Buffy was speaking to Spike in Dutch.

Angel had no idea Spike spoke anything other then English, he had never really paid much attention to the intellect (or lack thereof) of his grandchilde. He had always been more interested in training the simpering, insufferable William and turning him into a proper Aurelian vampire.

But either way, Spike was here. He had come in from Buffy's house with a little girl.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" he demanded lowly, a moment later he noticed the close proximity between the slayer and his bleached childe. (For all intents and purposes, he was basically Angel's childe.)

Spike arched an eyebrow looked from him to Buffy and then smirked.

"Well, Angelus, its funny you should ask." He said stalking around. "Because for all intents and purposes you are the one who shouldn't be here."

"Its, Angel." Angel corrected tersely. Spike always managed to get on his last nerve. "Get away from here, Spike, and whatever pathetic excuse of evil you were planning-forget about it."

Spike chuckled at that one.

"What, is this, Angelus?" He asked, mockingly tilting his head. his smirk had returned."You think you're just going to tell me no and I'll go off and sit in a corner?"Hisstatement was tinted with incredulity."I won't be cowered, Wanker, least of all by you."

Angel growled low in his throat.

Spike had never spoken to him like that. EVER. That added to his burgeoning anger, but he refused to lt his control slip.

Many people will often warn you not to box an animal in because that is when the animal becomes its fiercest, it will fight tooth and nail to get out of its predicament. The same can be said about vampires.

Angel felt almost as if Buffy and Spike were playing a game that he didn't know the rules to. They spoke in a strange language he didn't understand. Something strange was going on, what was Spike doing with an all access invite to Buffy's house? Who was the girl and why did the whole thing just seem off?

Some one's head was going to roll for this and it would be vampiric and bleached blond. He had always wondered if in case he was ever hurled off a roof, Spike would bounce.

And then the little girl with the golden brown hair said the statement that shook Angel's world.

"Daddy, hvem er han?"

Angel didn't understand the Dutch, but the one word was unmistakable.

'Daddy'

And she had been talking to Spike.

Angel ignored his grandshilde's reply knowing full well that he was not going to understand it anyway.

He focussed instead on the little girl. She had Spike's hair colour, Angel clearly remembered William being brown haired. She also had Spike's electric blue eyes. But there really was no denying who her parents were. Her nose, and delicate featured were completely unmistakeable.She was obviously Spike's child...

with Buffy.

Angel felt his insides twist unpleasantly.

In a second he deduced that this must be the reason Buffy was allowing Spike close proximity. The five year old girl was the reason the younger vamp was not dust in the wind.

But as he looked at the object of his affection and passion to question her about the girl, he noticed something about her that he had not noticed before. She was wearing on her neck, marks of possession. Twin puncture holes that proclaimed for all the demonic and vampiric world to see that she belonged to one vamp.

To Spike.

Jealousy and rage blinded him and he turned away from Buffy to see Spike with his back turned speaking to his daughter, his daughter with Buffy. With a roar of anguish and outrage at the younger vamp usurping his position with his one and only true love. He charged up to Spike's turned back and plunged the stake he carried in his sleeve right into Spike's un-beating heart.