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"Willow. Where the hell are you?" Angel mumbled worriedly.
It had been hours since Willow left to get the book, and she still wasn't back yet. Buffy
was gonna rise soon.
Angel waited another few minutes, and then gave up. "I hope you're okay, Will," Angel said
to himself.
Angel shut his eyes and began to think. He was just going to have to stop Buffy himself
until Willow could show up.
Angel was pretty sure that Buffy was going to be stronger than other vampires, because of
the Slayer strength she already possessed. But he should be able to take her because she
would only be a newborn, not knowing her full strength, not yet possessing it.
He couldn't believe he was actually thinking these things. Buffy couldn't become a vampire.
It was so wrong. She was too good to become a creature like him. She deserved the light.
She didn't deserve the restriction of darkness. She didn't deserve the need for blood. They
took her blood and they took her life. They had made it hurt. It was evident by all the
blood. There had been so much. They made her suffer. He wanted to find the vamps that
did it and kill them one by one. They had ganged up on her. So many of them against her.
It wasn't fair... He should have got there sooner. Angel had felt her before he found her. He
wished he would have set out to find her sooner. If he was there, Buffy and himself might
have been able to fight them off together... Why was Buffy here in the first place?
Angel was brought out of his thoughts when he saw Buffy move.
"Oh God," he said quietly.
Buffy sat up slowly, looking a bit confused. Her eyes were wide. She looked at her hands,
and then began to look around the room. Her eyes finally found Angel.
"Angel," she said, sounding relieved, sounding like normal Buffy.
"Buffy," Angel said uneasily.
"What happened?" she asked him quietly, walking over to him.
"You don't remember?" he asked her nervously.
That was when the old Buffy vanished. Her eyes changed and a wicked smile spread across
her face.
"Oh, I remember now... I'm hungry, but I feel good... Do I look good, lover?" she asked
with a grin, running her finger up and down his arm.
"You always look good," he said in an even voice.
"Don't be so tense, lover. It's still little old Buffy. I'm still me," she teased. "You still can't
take your eyes off me."
Angel didn't answer.
"You know, I expected you to be happier. I'm not dead in the ground. I'm here. I'm right in
front of you, and I can't even get a smile. What happened to you wanting to be with me?"
she asked, sounding different, less cold and more vulnerable.
"I never stopped wanting that."
"I'm hungry," she said quickly, changing the subject, and turning to leave.
"You know I won't let you hurt anyone," Angel said, blocking the door.
"You'll try not to let me. But I'll get what I want," she said, the coldness and edge back in
her voice, shoving him.
He wouldn't budge.
"Move!" she yelled, morphing into vamp face.
This was enough to shock Angel momentarily, and gave Buffy the opportunity to shove him
out of the way, and run out the door.
She was fast. As soon as Angel got up, she was gone.
He had to find her. Luckily he could still follow her scent.
Angel ran out of the cabin and after Buffy.
It didn't take long for Angel to find Buffy. She was with a little boy. She was quickly
approaching the child. She looked wild.
"Hey kid," she said.
"Are you okay?" the boy asked, actually looking concerned.
Buffy moved closer, and Angel was ready to lunge. She seemed dazed, unaware that Angel
was there.
Buffy did something very unexpected, she backed away from the child. "Run," she told him.
"But-"
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, just run. NOW," she said, beginning to shake.
The kid did as he was told and ran like his life depended on it.
The child ran, and then Buffy put her head in her hands. "I need to eat," she mumbled over
and over again.
Angel didn't move. What was happening to her? Why didn't she attack the kid? It was like
she was fighting herself... That was it. She was fighting the vamp urges. She was trying to
retain her own qualities. Her own ideas. Her feelings... That would explain the changes in
her attitude back at the cabin. It had to be her Slayer blood putting up a fight. "Good girl,"
Angel whispered. "You keep fighting till Willow gets here."
Buffy let out a primal scream, and got up and began to run again.
"Willow. Get over here, please," Angel begged, as he took off after Buffy again.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Buffy mumbled, as she pummelled a middle-aged man. "I can't help
it... So hungry," she said, pushing the man's shirt aside, and sinking her teeth into his neck.
Angel ran at her, and broke the hold she had on the man.
As soon as he was free the man ran for his life.
Angel stood in front of Buffy. She had blood all over her mouth.
"What?" she yelled at him, still in vamp face. "I'm a vampire now, remember. This is what
we do. We drink. We live," she hissed.
Angel just stared at her. This wasn't Buffy. This was wrong.
"Don't look at me like that, Angel," she said shakily. "Please," she said softly, as if she was
begging forgiveness now. This was his Buffy.
Her lips were soaked. She wiped her hand across her lips, and then looked down at it. Her
eyes widened, as if just realizing what she had done. "Oh my God," she mumbled.
"No. No. No," she yelled, grabbing her hair.
"Make it go away, Angel," she whispered, trying to rub the blood off, onto her clothes.
Angel's heart was breaking for her. "Come back to the cabin with me, and I'll help you," he
told her.
"But I need more, Angel. I'm so hungry. It hurts."
"I know it does," he told her. "But you need to come back with me. I'm gonna help you."
"You've got some human blood for me?" she asked hopefully, innocently even.
"No," he told her.
"That's too bad," she hissed, running past him, searching for her next meal. Absolute vamp
Buffy was back.
Angel ran after her, and finally caught her.
"I'm sorry," he said, as he lunged at her, taking her down.
She squirmed beneath him, but it was no use. He had her down.
"Don't fight me on this one Buffy."
She tried to strike at him, but he was faster. Angel sent a hard blow to Buffy's temple,
knocking her out for a few moments.
Angel got up from on top of her and picked her up, carrying her back to the cabin in a
hurry.
He didn't know what side of Buffy he would see next, he couldn't take the chance that she
would run out and kill someone for blood, so he chained her up. It was the only thing he
could think of.
He looked at the blood on her hands, the blood that was previously on her lips. He decided
to be kind and wash it away for her.
He grabbed a cloth, and yet again, he began to clean her up.
"Wipe it away, Angel," Buffy whispered, opening her eyes. "Tell me that I'm having a
nightmare. Tell me that I'm gonna wake up," she said, actually crying now.
"I won't lie to you. This will get better, though," he told her, reaching out to touch her face.
She closed her eyes, when his hand met her skin. "It's good that you chained me up," she
said quietly.
"I had to," he told her. "I don't want you doing anything that's going to haunt you later on.
I don't want you to hurt anyone. I don't want you to hurt, period."
"Kill me, please," Buffy begged.
"No," Angel answered.
"Please, Angel. Put me out of my misery. I want blood dammit. I was gonna drain that man
dry. Just kill me. I'm not right anymore. This isn't me. I can't control the urges. I can't keep
fighting. I'm not strong enough."
"Yes you can. You keep on fighting. You are strong enough."
"I was strong when I was the Slayer, Angel. Things were right when I was the Slayer.
Nothing is right now."
"You still are the Slayer. How do you think you're even managing to put up a fight against
the evil that's trying to take over you. You are amazing. Do you hear me?"
"Angel, get me something, please. I'm so hungry. If you won't kill me, you need to feed me,
please."
"Here," Angel said, moving closer, offering his neck to her. "This'll hold you off till Willow
gets here. It's not the same as human, but it'll help."
"Willow? Oh my God. How the hell is she gonna look at me?" Buffy asked, fresh tears rolling
down her face.
"She already knows, Buffy," Angel told her gently.
"I called her when I found you... I knew they turned you. She's gonna ensoul you."
Buffy nodded her head slowly. "Okay," she said quietly. "...Will I hurt you, if I drink?" she
asked him.
"It doesn't matter. You won't do any lasting damage. Just drink... We'll be half-way to
even," Angel said, trying to joke.
Buffy pulled him closer, resting her hands on his shoulders. "Thank you," she said, just
before biting down.
He felt tears on his neck, her tears. She was drinking and crying.
"It's okay," he whispered, as she drank. "It's okay."
He wasn't in pain. This wasn't hurting him. That's what made it easier to wrap his arms
around her. He held her as she drank. "It'll be okay."
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Buffy finally pushed herself away from
Angel's neck.
"Feel better?" he asked her.
"Yes and no," she replied.
"Anybody home?" someone asked.
"Willow!" Buffy and Angel said in unison.
"I'm here," Willow said, uneasily. "I'm so sorry it took this long. Someone was trying to
make sure I didn't get back here." Willow looked over at Buffy, and didn't fight the tears
that started to flow.
"Hey witchy one," Buffy said, laughing sadly.
Willow ran at Buffy, and wrapped her arms around her. "You're still you," she whispered.
"Sometimes," Buffy answered, doing what she could in the chains, to hug her friend back.
All of a sudden Buffy felt a change about to occur, and shoved Willow away immediately,
sending her to the ground.
"This is the new me," Buffy said, in a tone Willow had never before heard. "You look
yummy, Will. Why don't you come back over here, and make little old me feel better," she
grinned wickedly.
Willow turned to Angel. "What's going on? She just shoved me away and now she wants to
eat me?"
"She's fighting, Willow. The Slayer in her is fighting against what she's supposed to become.
It's our Buffy and then sometimes it's not. You need to do the spell now," Angel said.
"Angel, baby, come back over here. If I can't have some of Red, I'll take some more of you.
You were tasty. Then we'll be even. Two feedings for two feedings," Buffy snickered.
"Now, Willow. Do the spell now."
Willow couldn't help but just stare at Buffy.
"Angel, come on. No fair. You won't even let me have another taste, after I came all this
way for you... This is your fault, you know. The least you could do is keep me from starving,
dammit!" she screamed.
"It is my fault," Angel muttered.
Willow picked up her spell book and began to chant. Angel stood in absolute silence, while
Buffy screamed obscenities.