Author's Notes: Thank you guys for the tremendous feedback. All of it is appreciated, and always welcome. For this chapter and in upcoming ones, Buffy will be torn between performing her duty and giving in to her wanting Angelus. This chapter showcases her struggle between the two. As far as the crystal voice is concerned, she's basically the inner essence or counterpart of the Slayer, but was sent by the Powers since Buffy tends to not listen to them. At the end of the chapter there is a bit of an adult situation happening, so the rating for this will begin to increase. Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Two

For the rest of the night, she paced back and forth in front of her bed, a hand clawing through her already disheveled hair, undecided as to whether or not to lay under the welcoming covers, or to stay awake for the duration of the late evening. Whether she was nervous, scared, or excited, she couldn't exactly pinpoint it, despite her heightened abilities and senses.

To her, it was more of a mixture of all three emotions that were becoming difficult to qualm by the passing minute.

Calm yourself, Slayer. You don't need to add any more unnecessary stress than it is needed. Go to sleep. You must have your rest, the crystal voice ordered. "After what just happened, I don't think I can," Buffy retorted, plopping on the edge of her bed with arms folded across her chest as her eyes peered out into the darkness of the night.

An ache for the vampire filled her chest, but she refused to acknowledge the hidden meaning behind the abrupt sensation. He was a vampire. Granted, the king of all vampires; her sole duty was to slay them at all costs. It was written in the formation of her destiny.

At this, she cursed underneath her breath, unembarrassed.

You can't possibly be serious in what you are feeling. Attraction? Are you out of your mind? He hadn't even revealed himself to you. This is preposterous. Even if it was innocent in other cases, it is absolutely forbidden to Slayers to fall for their arch enemy.

"Yeah, like it's totally my fault. Hello! I don't know what I'm feeling. It's just…happening. I can't control it. You weren't feeling what I was experiencing when he touched me like that. He touched me like I was…like I was the most important thing to him," the Slayer quipped in a broken sentence. Find a way to control your emotions. This is just another form of his endless power. This is not the first time he has done such a thing.

"How do you know for sure? Do you even have all the answers as to what I'm exactly facing here? Or are you just blowing smoke out of your non-existent ass?"

Aren't we a feisty one? As far as I am concerned, with this new threat before us, you must be prepared, regardless of your unsettling feelings for this…creature. We are not entirely sure what we are up against. Not even the Powers That Be themselves know. Angelus, so far, has displayed actions and behavior that are disturbingly different from any Vampire King that has ever ventured into the Hellmouth in years' past. We may be facing something extraordinarily different. Be on your guard, no matter what may or may not occur. We cannot afford for you to be vulnerable when the danger itself has only arrived.

Buffy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose while squeezing her eyes shut. "Fine, okay, I get it, Your Majesty. Do you think that I can, I dunno, go to sleep now? I feel a migraine coming on, and you're not out of fault range here."

Of course. It is past midnight after all. As the Slayer, you should set yourself a sleep schedule, not parading around town with your companions on a shopping spree of sorts. As you have done so only the previous night while not taking the time to inform me of your little mundane activity.

"You of all people should know that I don't follow the rules. Never have. Never will," Buffy pleasantly stated, in an attempt to annoy the crystal voice into a moment's silence.

A sigh of its' own and then, Very well. Sweet and pleasant dreams to you, Slayer. We have a long journey ahead. Blessed Be.

Then finally, silence. Buffy didn't wait to let out a long breath of relief. "Goodnight to you too…you…witch," she snickered, rising to her feet to settle herself under the velvet comforter, a cool breeze allowing itself into the dimness of her room.

Moments later, the Slayer's eyes began to flutter, and at once, she fell into a deep slumber, unaware that the Vampire King stood directly out of her window, watching her.

BBBBBAAAAAAAA

For the second time in a matter of hours, she came across his path, trotting through what appeared to be a vast hall cast out of Italian marble, the world of nocturnal dreams its setting. She was firmly asleep, though in her dream, she was awake, struggling to focus on her newfound surroundings.

Billows of thick smoke wafted in the cool, daft air, temporarily blinding her eyes as to what lied ahead of her. Voices gathered near the corners and pillars of the hall, though at once, she detected that they were not engaging in mere conversation. The sounds of drinking, of sucking, of feeding, could be heard within the distance, and it startled her out of her dazed reverie.

The smoke before her cleared, revealing vampires in the midst, their concentration focusing solely on feeding upon the naked young women they held in their embrace. What perturbed the Slayer of the ghastly imagery was not of the vampires' feral preying on the women, but of themselves and the young, willing women performing sexual favors, as if they were not merely prey and the predator, but lovers fulfilling their passion for one another.

Only a few feet away, Buffy caught the actions of a slim, petite woman and a vampire, tall, dark, and handsome, engaging in unrelenting sex, the woman pinning underneath him with legs completely spread apart, emitting moans of pleasure as the vampire pumped a few hardened thrusts into her, simultaneously plunging his sharpening fangs into her throat as her nails dug deep into his pale back; a willing victim from what the Slayer had observed. Seriously, get a room, she thought in disgust.

The other noticeable difference in this strange world? The vampires were of not the usual bestial type. All of them, both men and women of various sizes and heights, were otherworldly beautiful, and at realizing this, the Slayer stood helpless, motionless as a vase.

"Not unlike the vampires you are used to fighting against," a familiar angelic voice signaled from behind, his chin laying gently on her shoulder as she felt his strong arms wrapped around her tiny waist in a protective motion.

This time, he was no longer in corporeal form. "Why am I here?" Buffy called out gently, her mind laced with a sudden desire and need that were not there seconds before.

"Because you wanted to be here. Do you not?"

"I…," she stumbled. "Will you let me see you? I want to see what you look like."

"Of course," he answered. She whirled to face him, hazel eyes peering into deep setting chocolate orbs for the very first time as she drank him in, noticing the slim, but kissable lips, high cheekbones, chestnut hair that were cascaded with spikes; red velvet button shirt tucked deeply into leather pants that complimented his rather large manhood. She stood in awe; he was the most beautiful vampire she had ever seen, though she had not seen many.

She had noticed another distinct feature of his: the fangs that were protruding from his mouth. She reached out to touch them, the tips of her fingers grazing underneath as he omitted a soft growl, blood lust apparent in his expression. Keeping his arms around her waist, he pulled her towards him, shoving blond tendrils of hair aside as her neck was exposed to him.

She knew what he was going to do. She didn't have an ounce of care within her. "Bite me," she pleaded, looking into his eyes, her hand softly caressing his cheek as he towered over her, etching closer to her aroused body.

"Anything...For you," he conceded, before sinking his fangs into her throat, greedily drinking the essence of what she was as a wave of ecstasy struck her. She buckled against him, wrapping a single leg around his waist as she felt his erection increasing against her. She moaned lustily into his shoulder. He thrust into her as he continued to drink her elixir in animal like hunger. "Soon, you'll be mine, and we will never part, lover."

Immediately, she rose to her waist, sweat trickling from the sides of her face as she tossed the comforter aside with reckless abandon, walking quickly towards the vanity mirror. Turning the nearby desktop lamp on, she hovered over her desk, accessing her neck for any puncture wounds.

What is the matter? The crystal voice muttered. "Weird dream," Buffy answered curtly, relief overwhelming her as she noticed her neck smooth and unblemished. That was when she had barely noticed the left side of her neck matted with wetness, obscuring a portion of the neck and shoulders.

Frantically tucking the wet strands of hair behind her ear, two fresh puncture wounds appeared in the mirror, emitting droplets of fresh blood as they trickled down towards her upper chest.