Obsession

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything related to the BtVS universe, including most scenes and dialogue used in this fic.

Most of the dialogue comes straight from the canon Buffy season 2 episodes with a few changes here and there. All Angelus scenes with insights on what was going on inside his head. Angelus doesn't just want Buffy dead...he wants her turned.

If you'd like further context in-between scenes, I recommend watching the corresponding episodes to the chapter titles first to refresh your memory.

Chapter One: Innocence 2x14

Angelus smiled as he pulled out a cigarette and wedged it between his lips. He could feel the elated energy vibrating off of his two companions. His old friends—sired through his own bloodline. Drusilla and her little pet project. Spike's laugh wafted through the air of the dingy factory.

"This is great. This is so great!" he exclaimed. Angelus brought the flickering lighter to his lips, rejoicing in the smoky nicotine taste once again. The soul, Angel, had quit smoking. It had been decades since the demon had had a puff. And boy, oh boy, did he revel in it. Drusilla danced across the table behind them.

"Everything in my head is singing! We're a family again!" Her voice was light, cheerful. She dropped down onto the floor, purring close to Angel.

"We'll feed..." She quickly scurried over to Spike's wheelchair before finishing her thought. "And we'll play." Spike smiled at Drusilla before pulling his gaze away to look back at his old friend.

"I got to tell you," he started. "It made me sick to my stomach seeing you be the Slayer's lapdog."

At the mention of Buffy, Angelus felt something inside of him snap. Flashes of the soul's memories raked through his mind. Feelings of desire, jealousy, and want surged over him. A low growl escaped his throat as he surged forward, grabbing ahold of the lapels on Spike's long leather duster. Angelus looked into his eyes for a moment, the roaring feeling subsiding in him a little. A small smirk played on his lips as he pulled Spike's forehead in for a messy kiss instead.

The action spurred a laugh from both Drusilla and Spike as Angelus took another puff of his cigarette.

"How did this happen?" Dru asked. Angelus let another sly smirk slide across his lips as he walked back to where he had been standing before. Memories of him and Buffy in the soul's bed rushed through him. Angelus was no stranger to sex, but man, had she been something.

She'd been a virgin, obviously, but her advanced slayer abilities is what really made things mind blowing. Definitely one for the books. If it weren't such a danger to his life, he'd add sex with a slayer to his usual weekly routine.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Spike let out another chuckle, quickly dismissing the subject.

"Who cares? What matters now is that he's back. Now it's four against one," he said, gesturing to where the Judge was stationed behind them. "Which are the kind of odds I like to play."

Angelus sat back, staring into the void. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept trailing back to the blonde slayer. While he wasn't the one who'd been sitting behind the controls, he'd still witnessed everything the soul did. It disgusted him to see how in love he'd become with the small girl. But he'd be a fool to lie and say he didn't miss it. Obviously he wasn't going to be batting for the other team, but that didn't mean he didn't want some semblance of what he'd had before. But now, he wanted so much more.

"Psssst," Dru whispered, pulling the older vampire out of his train of thought. "We're going to destroy the world. Want to come?" Angelus shrugged his broad shoulders lightly.

"Yeah...destroying the world...great." Despite his best efforts, he couldn't hide the indifference in his voice. "I'm really more interested in the Slayer."

Spike shot him a look. "Well, she's in the world. So that should work out." Angelus pursed his lips for a moment before responding.

"Give me tonight." Spike's brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

Angelus stepped towards the couple once more, flicking his cigarette off into the vast abyss of the factory.

"Lay low for a night. I guarantee you by the time you go public, she won't be anything resembling a threat." Spike chuckled lowly.

"You've really got the yen to hurt this girl, haven't you?" he asked. Angelus sighed. He'd fixated on women in the past, but most had become boring—tiresome—after he'd had his fun. The only one that had really stick around afterwards was Drusilla, and the only reason being was that he'd wanted a reminder of his masterpiece for all eternity.

But Buffy...she was different. She was exciting. She was fun. And she was all he could think about wanting.

Finally, Angelus said, "She made me feel like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just forgive." An excited spark came to life in Drusilla's eyes. She'd always been a fan of torture.

He opened his mouth to speak once again, but quickly decided against it. He didn't want to clue these two on his plans for the Slayer just yet.

The older vampire closed his eyes briefly as he imagined the scene. He could practically see the fear in her eyes, taste her blood on his tongue. Then, when she was sufficiently drained, he'd force his own blood down her throat. Then she'd be his.

Forever.

Angelus knew where Buffy would be likely to find him. He'd been counting on it. After laying low for awhile, it was finally time to face the young slayer. The tricky part was being patient. He knew after he smelled her again and heard the rush of her blood coursing through her veins that he'd want to sire her right then and there. But this was an art.

And Angelus considered himself to be quite the artist.

The air in the soul's apartment was stuffy. Remnants of the smell of their sexual encounter from the previous night still filled the air. A feeling of lust rushed through him as his eyes landed on the tousled bedsheets. He couldn't help but smirk as he'd thought back to that night.

Sure he'd been anxious to get back out into the world and feed again, but he couldn't help but feel a little regret that he hadn't come back for another round with the Slayer, this time as himself. Not that lovey-dovey soul boy.

A pang of anger ripped through him as he stalked towards the bathroom. He hated thinking about that soul. Everything he felt, everything he did, disgusted Angelus to his core. This was the life he was meant to live—the carefree life of a demon.

Angelus took a quick shower to wash off whatever he felt left of the soul on his body. As he pulled back on his leather pants, he heard the front door open. A sly smile adorned his lips as a he caught a whiff of her scent. His slayer. Well, soon she would be anyway. He took a second to put on his best 'broody face' before entering the room.

He noticed her by the bed as he walked past, slipping his chain back over his head. The motion had caught Buffy's attention, causing her to spin around and practically launch herself towards him.

"Angel," she whispered. Tears immediately sprang to her eyes as she crossed the floor as quickly as she could to get to him. Angelus couldn't fight the smile on his face as he watched her close in.

"Hey," he said softly back. A fire lit in his chest as she kissed him briefly. She quickly pulled him into a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. His smiled deepened as he held her closer. She molded so perfectly against him. Even Darla had never felt so good to touch—to hold. His sire had been a nice appetizer. But Buffy was definitely his main course.

"I was so worried," she said. Angelus felt her tears dampen his bare shoulder.

"I didn't mean to frighten you," he said honestly as they pulled away. He really hadn't given much thought to how she was feeling or what she'd been doing. He was busy with his own stuff, finally ridding of that pesky soul and all.

"Where did you go?"

He shrugged. "Been around." Buffy let out a sigh as she pulled him closer, touching their foreheads together softly. Angelus stared into her eyes for a moment before she pulled him back into another very tight hug. He smiled yet again in amusement. He'd forgotten how strong slayers are.

"I was freaking out," she continued as they pulled apart once more. "You just disappeared." Angel pulled a face. So what? What did she care? Didn't she have bigger things to worry about than where he was? Hello, did the name The Judge mean anything to this girl anymore?

"What? I took off."

Angelus walked over towards the bed where a discarded dark gray button up dress shirt laid. His mind wandered as his mouth continued talking. He didn't pay too much mind to what he was actually saying as he buttoned up the shirt, but by the look in her eyes, she'd definitely been hurt by it.

Good. That was the plan, after all. He still didn't get the big deal of it all. He knew she'd never been with a guy before him, but didn't she know how it works? What did she expect, a parade afterwards? He'd lost track of the conversation until her tear-filled words cut through his train of thought.

"Was it me?" she asked, her voice watery and her cheeks wet. "Was I not good?" She sounded so hurt. And Angelus loved it.

He laughed, muttering some response back to her about how she'd been great, really. While it may have come out sarcastic, he'd meant it. She was pretty good in the sack. Sure there were some things he could teach her still, but he'd remembered some serious firework action between the two of them. Imagine all the fun they could have...

Before he could stop himself, he reached a hand up to stroke her cheek. Buffy pulled away quickly. He reveled in the heartbreak in her eyes.

"Don't touch me," she whispered. Angelus simply smirked back.

"See, I should've known you wouldn't be able to handle it." A soft chuckle escaped his throat as he turned to make his way towards the door. She seemed sufficiently shattered—for now, at least.

"Angel!" she exclaimed, prompting him to turn back to look at her. "I love you." Her tone was impossibly soft. She was so innocent. So pure. And so his type.

"Love you too," he replied honestly. As much as he might hate it, he couldn't deny how he felt.

He turned back towards the door again. "I'll call you," he said over his shoulder before opening the door and disappearing into the hall.

He'd been right before. It was immensely hard not to turn her right here and now. But he had other plans. He wanted to tease her. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to put her through every kind of emotion without pushing it too far. He really didn't need another Dru, after all.

Since the soul had staked his old fling, Angelus wanted a new mate. One that would keep him on his toes. One that would continue to light the fire in him he'd always felt around her. He wanted to burn the world down with her by his side.

All he needed until then was patience.

After cutting off the power to the high school, Angelus silently crept through the hallways. He knew all of Buffy's friends would be here tonight in that stupid library, fruitlessly searching for a way to stop the Judge. He'd hoped his little display in his apartment earlier had deterred her enough for the time being. He didn't want the Judge smoking out his future mate now, would he? That would deprive him of an eternity of fun.

Willow and Xander's voices met his ears. He smiled as he felt his face transform. He stood in the shadows, not daring to give his intentions away by how he looked.

"Willow," he called out. The two teens turned sharply. "Xander..."

"Angel," Xander replied. Willow visibly relaxed.

"Thank God you're okay!" she exclaimed. "Did you see Buffy?"

Angelus fought back a chuckle. "Yeah...what's up with the lights?" He tuned out their response. Something about Xander having some sort of plan, yada yada. He waved them off.

"Forget about that now. I got something to show you." He tried to force his voice to sound as innocent and nonthreatening as possible. Luckily he'd had over a century of practice. Willow's eyebrows furrowed.

"Show us?" she asked. Angelus nodded, even though he knew they couldn't really see him in the dark shadows.

"Yeah. Xander, go get the others." Xander nodded, mumbling a response before running off down the hallway. Angelus beckoned the redhead forward. "And Willow, come here."

The young girl slowly stepped forward. "What is it, Angel?" She was so trusting, so sweet. Angelus couldn't wait to sink her fangs into her neck. He bet her blood tasted just as pure. A figure stepped out into the hall suddenly, throwing the vampire off guard.

"Willow, get away from him," Jenny's voice rang out. The sound startled the teen, causing her to turn around.

"What?" she asked. Angelus silently stalked forward.

"Walk to me," Jenny said commandingly, she held a small wooden cross out in front of her. The vampire continued his stride forward.

Willow's eyebrows knitted together once more. "What are you talking about? It's Ang—," her words cut off as Angelus stepped into the light and wrapped a strong hand tightly against her neck. A deep growl erupted from his chest as he held her tightly against him. Xander burst back into the hallway, his eyes immediately on the vampire.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Don't do that!" Angelus fought the urge to lick his fangs. The sound of Willow's gasps for air tickled delightfully at his ears.

"Angel?" she choked out.

Jenny shook her head. "He's not Angel anymore. Are you?"

"Wrong. I am Angel," he nearly shouted as his grip tightened against the redhead's throat. "At last." Angelus heard Xander mutter a curse under his breath, but paid no mind to him.

"I got a message for Buffy."

Her soft voice rang out from behind him, surprising the vampire once more.

"Why don't you give it to me yourself?" He whipped around, coming face to face with the soul's old girlfriend.

He smirked. "Oh, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends." Willow continued to gasp under his hold. Buffy shook her head in disbelief.

"This can't be you..," she said quietly. Angel rolled his eyes.

"Gee, we already covered that subject." Tears seemed to be welling up in the Slayer's eyes once again as her gaze remained locked on him.

"Angel, there must be some part of you inside that still remembers who you are."

Angelus scoffed.

"Dream on, school girl. Your boyfriend is dead." Unbeknownst to Angelus, Xander had taken the cross from Jenny and began quietly making his way towards the vampire in question. "And you're all going to join him." Buffy shook her head.

"Leave Willow alone and deal with me," she said firmly. Angelus smirked viciously a the small blonde.

"Don't worry, I have plans for you." A searing pain ripped through him as Xander shoved the wooden cross in his face. Angel growled in response, shoving the redhead towards the boy and backing away.

He quickly closed the distance between himself and the Slayer, pulling her hard against his chest. Buffy let out a small gasp, her gaze locked on his. She didn't dare move. He looked deep into her eyes.

"Things are about to get very interesting," he muttered to her. Before he quite knew what he was doing, he slammed his lips hard onto hers. Who knew when the next opportunity to kiss her would be? Probably never—until he turned her, that is. As quick as it had started, it was over. He pulled away quickly and shoved her towards the wall.

She crashed hard into it, a startled yell emitting from her lips as she fell to the ground. Angelus shoved the outside doors open, stalking off. He briefly looked behind him to make sure he wasn't being pursued. After confirming that he wasn't, he faded into the night. He'd had is fun. Now it was time to make a plan with the others.

Angelus couldn't contain the giddiness in his voice as he practically bounced around the factory floor. "You should've seen her face. It was priceless!" He spun, sitting gracefully onto the old conveyor belt behind him.

"I'll never forget it," he said wistfully. His heart was beaming with pride. This was his favorite part of the game. The cat and mouse chase. The will they, won't they? Vampires were predators. And Angelus sure did love the hunt. Spike's voice rudely shook the dark vampire from his trance.

"So you didn't kill her then?" he asked, his tone sounding annoyed. Angelus scoffed.

"Of course not."

Spike shot him a frustrated glare. "I know you haven't been in the game for awhile, mate. But we still do kill people. Sort of our raison d'etre, you know."

"You don't want to kill her, do you? You want to hurt her," Drusilla interjected, her favorite doll sitting lovingly in her arms. She forcefully poked at the dolls unfeeling eyes before grinning wickedly up at her sire. "Just like you hurt me."

Angelus chuckled softly. His plan was exactly that, though maybe not to the same extremes he'd used before. He didn't want to make her too crazy, after all. Just enough to have his fun.

"Nobody knows me like you do, Dru."

Spike stared at this grandsire in disgust. Slayers weren't Angelus' typically type for a plaything. This girl had really done a number on him, and it seemed she still had him wrapped around her little finger. Except now, it wasn't love. Without his soul, the feelings were still there. Just changed. Corrupted. Now it was lust.

Obsession.

"She better not get in our way," Spike stated flatly.

Angelus sighed, mentally dismissing the bleached blond. "Don't worry about it." Spike scoffed defiantly.

"I do."

Anger started to bubble up inside of the older vampire.

"Spike, my boy," he said bitterly, shoving the box next to him careening off the conveyor belt and onto the floor. "You really don't get it! Do you?" He laughed before continuing. "You tried to kill her, but you couldn't. Just look at you."

Angelus gestured towards the wheelchair Spike was temporarily bound to as he slowly stalked towards him. "You're a wreck. She's stronger than any slayer you've ever faced. Force won't get it done. You've got to work from the inside. To kill this girl...you have to love her."

The panic of the scattering mall goers flooded Angelus's ears as he ran from the rubbled scene. Buffy had just shot the Judge square in the chest with a rocket launcher. A freaking rocket launcher. She had tenacity, he'd give her that. Now he was avoiding smoking body parts of the once whole demon as he scrambled for a door out of here.

He cast quick glance over his shoulder, but the decision had proved to be a mistake. His eyes instantly locked with hers.

He quickly turned back and ran out of the doors in front of him. He knew she'd pursue him, that was a given. For now, all he had was a few minutes to plan a way to get the drop on her when she did. Above him, the overhead sprinklers kicked on. Took the smoke long enough set them off. He waited patiently for her to come.

Then as if an answer to his prayers, she did.

Buffy came crashing through the double doors, her gaze trailing every which way for the sight of him. He took a moment to watch as the falling water dampened her clothes. He couldn't help but notice how they started to cling to her curves. But there was no time for that now.

The vampire made his presence known the simplest way he knew how, by bringing his fist crashing into her face. Caught off guard, she immediately fell to the floor. Angelus towered over her, the irresistible urge to taunt itching at him.

"You know what the worst part was?" he asked. "Pretending that I loved you. If I'd known how easily you'd give it up, I wouldn't have even bothered." He'd expected to see a flash of hurt cross her face, but to his disappointment, she remained steely eyed. The blonde slowly rose to her feet.

"Doesn't work anymore," she said, her tone surprisingly strong and even. "You're not Angel."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? It doesn't matter. The important thing is that you made me the man I am today!" Angelus couldn't help but smirk. Before he knew what hit him, Buffy had raised a leg and slammed her feet hard into his chest. The vampire stumbled back. Let the games begin.

The two circled each other, delivering blow after blow. Much to Angelus's delight, most blows were coming from him. Her words and her tone could say all they wanted. From the looks of it, he'd still managed to throw her off her game. Even if just by a little bit.

The vampire delivered another firm punch to her beautiful face. Buffy lost her balance and stumbled once more to the ground.

"Not quitting on me already, are you?" Angelus taunted. "Come on, Buffy. You know you want it." The Slayer stood with a newfound determination in her eye. She launched back at him, the tables now obviously turned as she managed to deliver blow after blow. Angelus threw his fist out hard. His gut fell as she dodged it, grabbing his arm instead.

He grunted as she used his own momentum against him, slamming his head through a nearby glass display case. She threw him back once more. Before the vampire had time to react, she'd kicked him in the chest. He launched backwards, slipping on the wet floor beneath them as his back slammed against the wall behind him.

His eyes looked up at the blonde slayer. They trailed down her wet face before coming to rest at the stake held high in her hand. He waited for her to move, to do anything. But she didn't. She remained frozen for a moment until she finally lowered the weapon. Angelus didn't do much to fight the smirk dancing its way across his lips.

"You can't do it. You can't kill me."

It was a relief really. This would just make things easier for him in the long run. It was a question he'd been wondering ever since he'd lost that pesky soul. Now he guessed he knew the answer. Too busy lost in his own thought, Angelus was too slow to react as Buffy swung a foot deep into his groin.

Angelus's mouth gaped open as an excruciating pain ripped through his entire body. He'd been kicked in the nuts before, but never by a slayer. It definitely was not something he recommended. He couldn't manage any words. Strangled sounds escaped his throat as he dropped down to his knees in agony.

Buffy turned away, but her words still drifted to his ears.

"Give me time."

It had taken Angelus longer than he was proud of to recover from the nice little low blow Buffy had left him with. Man, she was feisty. She wasn't afraid to fight dirty—very dirty. The vampire had seen her fight many times through the soul's eyes, but he'd never had the privilege of being able to do so himself. It was exciting. Thrilling. Exhilarating.

Dry leaves crunched under Angelus's feet as he made his way across the yard. He slowly made his way around the Summers' house.

Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. Angelus just couldn't shake her from his thoughts. A pang of jealousy shot through him as he thought back to the soul's memories of their time together. He wanted that. He wanted what the golden boy once had.

But not in the same way. Oh, no no no. He wanted something much more. He wanted his slayer by his side as he ruled the world. He wanted to bathe in humanity's blood with her. He wanted to hunt with her, feed on her, then make love to her until they could do it all again the next day.

He came to a stop outside the living room window. A smile drifted onto his lips as he watched. Her. His slayer. She was sat next to her mom on the couch, a black and white movie blaring through the television set in front of them. Once more, the feeling to rush in there and turn her now washed over him, but Angelus pushed it aside. It wasn't time yet.

But soon. Very soon.

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