Title; Forbidden Love; Ch 5

Author; DreamInfinity0

Author Note; Spoilers for Episode So1, Ep 10; Nightmare. I rewrote it to the way I wished it would happen. And of course I have to thank my Beta….. Cherene

Rating; R

Characters; Buffy/Angel, Willow/Xander, Giles,

Disclaimer; All characters belongs to Joss Whedon

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Sorry for posting this so late. My computer crashed had a virus and had to get a new one. So now I'm back. Hope everyone loves the story and thanks for all the reviews.

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You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there

And you'd give anything to get what's fair

But fair ain't what you really need

Oh, can u see what I see

Buffy sat in class as her mind began to wander about the dream she had that morning. Demons, vampires and somewhere in the mist of the dream Angel was there. Buffy didn't subscribe to dream interpretations and other new age philosophies, but she couldn't kill that little voice in the back of her mind that the dreams were more than just her sub conscious telling her she had a very disturbing hobby.

Deciding to leave her dream analysis for lunchtime and actually try to pay attention in the class, Buffy opened her book, knocking her pencil to the floor. As she bent down to retrieve it, a chill ran down her spine. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed a small boy, shaggy dark hair almost hiding his eyes.

And then the screaming started.

"Please! Get 'em off of me! Help! Help! Get 'em off of me! Help me! Oh, please help me! Please!" Wendell was way past scared and heading very quickly to complete breakdown territory.

Glancing once again over her shoulder, the little boy looked pained, guilty almost.

'Sorry about that.' He said softly before disappearing.

Buffy joined the rest of the class in the corridor, dodging the tarantulas that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

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Buffy stormed into the library, thoroughly creeped out by the arachnid invasion earlier.

"Hey, Giles! Wakey, wakey!" Buffy smiling at the befuddled look her Watcher gave her.

"I was, uh, in the stacks. I got lost." Giles murmured.

"Did you find any theories on spiders coming out of books?" Xander asks, reaching around Willow and wiggling his fingers along her shoulder. "Big, hairy, crawly"...

Willow was a pretty put together girl. After battling vamps with Buffy, you'd think not much could scare her. Well, spiders trumped vamps every time. Oh, and frogs. So when she felt the soft brushing of many legs against her shoulder, she jumped into Xander, elbowing him hard in the ribs. 'Hey! Stop that!'

Giles stared at them, slightly confused and disorientated from his stacks expedition. "I couldn't find anything, uh... particularly illuminating."

"There was a boy." Buffy suddenly spoke up. "A boy in the classroom but I don't think anyone else could see him."

"A boy?" Willow asked. "I didn't see anyone."

"He was standing in the back door of the class. He said he was sorry, when the spiders attacked."

Buffy tried to ignore the looks Willow and Xander were giving her. She glanced down at the table and noticed the newspaper lying between the stacks of books.

"This is him. The boy." She pointed to the paper. Giles took it from her and squinted at the article trying to read it.

"Giles. Giles! Are…are you okay?"

"Its. I. These letters. I should know what they say. I'm fluent in five ancient languages including cuniform for crying out loud." Giles blustered, furious at himself and whoever was turning him illiterate.

"You can't read?" Xander was always known for being the observant one. This revelation sent Willow into a bit of a panic.

"But…but Giles! You have to be able to read. You're the librarian!"

The look Giles gave her could very well be described as withering.

"Lucky number nineteen." Buffy murmured, recalling an overheard conversation earlier that day. A girl had been attacked in the basement. All she could remember was the psycho had said 'Lucky number nineteen.' Little Billy had a nineteen on his baseball uniform. Buffy kicked into Nancy Drew mode. "We're going to the hospital." She announced.

"Uh, Buffy. I don't think modern medicine has progressed enough to cure illiteracy." Willow was trying to joke and avoid Giles's glare at the same time.

"We're going to find Billy. Article says he was beaten and now in a coma." Buffy explained.

Giles made his "hmmm" face.

"What?" Buffy sighed.

"Nightmares are coming true. Manifesting into reality."

"And?"

"Well, this is the Hellmouth. Our nightmares are a little worse than most out there."

Buffy sometimes hated it when Giles seemed to take the obvious and make it sound ten times worse through his deductive logic. Why couldn't he just for once say that the day will end with roses and puppies and kisses? Just once?

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I believe that dreams are sacred

take my darkest fears and play them

like a lullaby, like a reason why

like a play of my obsessions

make me understand the lesson

make my worst nightmares go away

so I'll find myself

so I wont be lost again

Angel woke up with a start. Something felt wrong. The world felt off, as if reality was merely in the corner of his eye. His next thought was of Buffy. She'd need him. He knew it. Felt it. Wished it?

Despite having the ring, Angel didn't want to tempt fate and face the sun, but as he stepped out of the mansion, the world around him was dark, nightmarishly gloomy. It didn't feel real. He headed for the school, the nexus of every bad situation these days.

Angel had a knight in shining armor complex. He wanted to deny it, but the evidence was stacked against him. He claimed he was doing penance for his schizophrenic past. Angelus did him no favors and Angel often felt like blaming the demon soul for turning him into a brooding, lonely, heartbroken shell of a man – vampire. Whatever.

Before Angel could sink into a deeper brood, he heard frantic screaming coming from the graveyard. Complexes be damned, he liked being a fucking hero.

He saw a blonde girl fighting off a vampire. Furiously clawing, biting, and kicking. Angel thought for a minute that it was Buffy, but the fearless of the girl's actions wasn't her style. Angel stepped in, twirling a stake in hand before landing it in the aggressor's chest.

Only he didn't turn to dust.

What the hell? Angel turned to the girl who was cowering behind him.

"Darla?" Angel was not amused. "What the hell was that?"

"I…I don't know. I was hungry. I went looking for a bite. But then…I couldn't bite." Darla pushed herself into Angel's arms. "I… Angel. I'm a fucking human again." She burst into tears, soaking his jacket.

"Human? How?"

"I don't know. I can't… I don't want to be human! I want to be immortal. I want the blood play and…and…and" she went back to sobbing.

Angel's concern for Darla was overshadowed by one thought. Why the hell does she get to be human when that's all he's been trying to do for the past hundred years?

"Who did you fuck to pull this off?"

"Aren't you being a bit mean? I'm the fucking victim here, Angelus. Cut me some slack. Or even better. Turn me back."

"What? No. I… Darla. You get a second chance. Get out of town. Go find a nice man, have a few babies and live your life. Being a vampire is being stuck in purgatory for eternity."

Darla scoffed loudly. "Just vamp up, bite me and we'll go back to irritating each other. Ok?"

"No. Darla. Not ok." Darla leaned up, tilting her head, exposing her neck, her veins for him to savour. Angel gulped, feeling something hot and acidic push its way into his chest. "No…. so very not…ok…." He sank his fangs into her neck and drank until he felt her heart flutter its final few beats. He bit the inside of his arm and pushed Darla's lips against the wound where she sucked deeply, the sensation going straight to Angel's groin.

He suddenly pushed her away.

"Enough of that. Go rest, my sweet."

Darla looked up at the words, her bloody smile wide.

"Angelus." She breathed with happiness.

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Despite being "The Slayer", Buffy often thought that being a hero sucked ass. This revelation was usually at the top of her thoughts when she found herself in a dark graveyard.

At noon.

"Is he still following us?" Billy asked Buffy as they threaded their way through the tombstones.

"I don't think so." She grimaced at the pulled ligaments in her ankle and the stiff muscles in her shoulder bitching with every step.

She had seen Billy wandering around campus and followed him into the gym where an ogre attacked her.

Ok, so not so much an ogre as a really, really big guy with a club hand. Ogreish. That is so a word!

"This way." She said turning to Billy only to find the kid had disappeared on her. Oh for fucks sake!

Buffy continued to limp through the graveyard – the entrance had to be around here somewhere – when a voice startled her.

So you are the slayer? You're prettier then the last one.

Buffy quickly turned toward the voice behind her. She looked around not seeing anyone. She wandered if she was seeing things. She started to take a step forward when she almost fell in a nearby whole. She quickly caught her balanced when she seen a grave nearby.

"I wander who died?" She whispered.

"Nobody died." The same voice spoke near her.

Ok, I'm not hearing things. Who said that? She replied quickly turning around and gasp at what she saw.

"What's the fun of burying someone if they're already dead?" The master said.

She flinches back in fighting stance scared by what she sees. It's a vampire, his face contorted of winkles and darkness. And by the looks in his eyes he's hungry. He looks like one of the vampires in Giles book. If she thinks who he really is then she is surely screwed.

"This is a dream." She spoke

"You still don't understand, do you? I am free because you fear it. Because you fear it, the world is crumbling. Your nightmares are made in flesh. You have little Billy to thank for that?

Buffy eyes are wide, as she is suddenly frozen unable to move. He reaches out and grabs her by the neck. She looks up and stares up at him in fear. For once in her life she wished someone would safe her, because she felt defenseless for once in her life.

"A dream is a wish your heart makes. This is real life, the master replies pulling her face closer to his. Come on, Slayer! What are you afraid of?" He bares his teeth, but doesn't bite. Then he throws her to ground.

"I have a better option than draining you my self-child." The master spoke.

Buffy quickly gets up and grabs the stake near the ground. "Really and what would that be? Stare at me until I puke." She replies trying to stay calm. But really she was petrified because the dream she had earlier was this. It was like she was playing her dream over and over again.

The vampire laughs as he points behind her.

She turns and looks to the ground seeing a grave and a hole for a casket. She looks closely and reads what it says.

"Beloved Buffy Anne Summers. 1981 - 1997."

Buffy shakes her head in disbelieve that this could happened to her. She feels something touch her shoulder and turns around into a pair of brown familiar eyes.

"Angel." She breathed. In a sign of relieve. She puts her arm around Angels neck. She lets a tear falls down her cheek, and smiles up at her savior. "Angel, help me…he says I'm going to die. I can't die." Buffy cried.

"Child he is here not to save you." the master says before disappearing again.

She turns back to Angel wandering what the master met when she sees a smirk on Angel's face she hasn't seen before.

"Angel has left the building pretty lady. The name's Angelus."

Before Buffy could respond, Angelus pushed her up against a conveniently located mausoleum and attacked her lips, making her teenage hormones race into overdrive. All coherent thought flew from her head. Each push of his hips against hers destroyed more brain cells.

Oh god, she whispered between breaths wandering just for a moment if this was really real.

Angelus snickered at the remark and rubbed his hand on her against her face. "God is not with you, only me."

Buffy stared at him still dazed by the kiss and the ongoing push of his hips to hers. Before she could say anthing else he attacked her lips again.

"I could die right now." She breathed between kisses.

"As you command" Angelus smiled before attacking her neck.

Buffy was too high to feel anything but pure carnal lust as he broke the skin of her neck, sucking…sucking…her heartbeat slowed, the world felt icy, or was that her skin? He suddenly pulled away, causing Buffy to fall to her knees. He unbuckled his pants and using Buffy's knife (taken from her back pocket during their kisses), cut open his thigh, hitting the femoral artery. With his other hand, he pushed Buffy's head towards the wound, his erect cock brushing against her soft hair. Without thinking, she attached her lips to the blood flow while using her hand to pump Angelus' excitement.

Surprisingly, the vampire came really quickly. He smiled pulling Buffy from where her lips were attached and pulled her to her feet, sucking the last few heartbeats out of her body. He then pulled her away and kissed her one last time before he left her, crumpled at the foot of the mausoleum door and buckling up his pants.

He smiled as he whistled and he went on his merry way.

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"I can't believe you punched that clown out. That was awesome." Willow gushed as her Xander and Giles weaved their way through the graveyard.

"Wish I'd done it a long time ago." Xander's knuckles still ached, but he was too much of a man to admit it.

"You know the fear of clowns originates from as late as the…" Giles cut himself off, staring at the tombstone above a gaping grave.

"Oh my god Buffy", Willow screamed staring at the grave beside them.

Giles stared at Willow and Xander staring at the grave.

"This can't be true, Giles. Tell me it isn't." Willow said.

Giles looks at a gravestone that reads: Buffy Summers 1981 - 1997.

Giles went to his knees beside the grave. "I've failed... in my duty to protect you. I should have been more c... cautious. Taken more time to train you. But you were so gifted. And the evil was so great. I'm sorry"...

"Yeah. You should be sorry."

"Buffy?" Giles ask surprised turning at the sound of her voice behind him.

Buffy looks up seeing their scared and shocked faces as they stare at her.

"What? do I have dirt on my face?" Buffy asked

"Buffy, your face!" Willow replies.

Buffy feels her face and realizes what's happened. "Oh, God!" she turns away from her friends, fingers exploring the new contours of her face.

Then she remembered what happened earlier. He was a vampire; he was the one that turned her.

"Buffy who turned you?" Xander asked angered.

"No one. This is just a bad dream."

"You never told me you dreamt of becoming a vampire." Giles noted.

Buffy sighed and stared at him. "No, this isn't a dream."

"No. No, it's not. But there's a chance that we can make it go away. This all comes from Billy. Now, if, if we can only wake him up, I believe that the nightmares will stop and reality will shift back into place, but we must do it now! I need you to hold together long enough to help us. Can you do that?" Giles said.

Buffy looks up at Giles and smiles. "Yeah. I think I can."

"Thank you."

"Well, we better hurry... 'Cause I'm getting hungry."

"That is a... joke, right?" Xander said.

"Are you sure everything will go back once he's awake?" Willow asked.

"I bloody well hope so." Giles grits out.

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Your body, I could hold for an hour

It sent me to Heaven with its heat and power

I'll remember you. You will be there in my heart, I'll

remember you and that is all that I can do But I'll remember

It was a few days later and Buffy couldn't help but grin widely as she walked off the school grounds. Billy was awake, his tormentor arrested and everything was back to normal. No more Vamp Buffy.

But something still plagued her thoughts.

Angel was a vampire. He turned her. Thank god it wasn't permanent. Or was it just a figment of her nightmares? The only other good thing about it was she had the most exotic dream of her and Angel. He had kissed her and pin her against the wall of the mausoleum that day. And she could have sworn he bit her because it gave her the most exotic feel in her body.

Speak of the devil, or in this case, Angel.

He was standing under a tree, its thick leaves dappling the sun across his face.

"Hi." She smiled brightly.

"Hi." He said quietly, he was back to brooding internally. Fucking Angelus. "Interesting week although the only thing he kept thinking about was Buffy on her knees in the grave yard between his legs.

"You could say that. It was a nightmare."

"Tell me about it." Angel cast his eyes over the Slayer. "Are you…ok? You know?"

Buffy shrugged. "Ok as I'll ever be."

The silence was filled with unheard pleas for forgiveness.

I'm sorry I turned you. Please....... forgive me.

Angel couldn't speak the words. Instead he inched closer to her warm body, hoping praying she would forgive him.

They look at each other a moment longer and when Angel was about to turn away he found her lips on his. Angel stared at her giving up the motion to leave because feeling her body so close to his made him give in and fall into her lips passionately. Although he kept his demon from appearing. He certainly didn't want to ruin this moment by scaring her away.

Buffy ran her hands up to Angel's neck, holding his head close to hers. Everything was happening so fast that she was surprised that her mouth was on his. She knew this was wrong but she couldn't deny or stop her self anymore. It was becoming unbearable to not be near him.

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"What's going on?" Xander asked from where he stood, back to the couple. More to stop himself from staring than for their privacy.

"Nothing'..." Willow replied.

"Well, as long as they're not kissing." Xander replied.

Willow just watches and says nothing.

Angel broke the kiss unwillingly. His mind was racing, thinking about all the reasons he shouldn't. They all vanished the minute she leaned into him and began a kiss that seemed reaching out forever. Their tongues explored trying to suck the very essence of the other into their mouths. He could smell her arousal, and it was pushing him over the edge. She ran her hands over his muscular chest. Angel broke away noticing she needed to breathe. Angel felt like he was on fire.

"Are you okay?" Buffy said

"It's just..." I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me.

"I don't hate you. I don't think I could ever hate you. She replied between breaths.

Angel smiled suddenly noticing his body was so close to hers.

Buffy stared at him smiling knowing she should walk away before she jumps him. I'll……….see you around?"

Angel stares at her while she walks away smiling. "Sooner than you think. He whispered"

Buffy stares back at him noticing he was gone. She smiled wandering how she would ever get the images out of her head of him kissing her. Because once she was hooked on something there was no turning back and she was hooked. She was hooked like he was a drug that she needed again and again.

As she walked away she wandered if this was a new start of a growing relationship or a dangerous attraction that would only lead her to doom.

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