Chapter 4

The smile that had once graced her beautiful face quickly vanished. "Great." She muttered. Buffy took a deep breath calming her anger she's about to face the very people that she had been mad at for years. Eventually however her anger had begun to subside as she moved on with her life, but some of the resentment and rage was still boiling under her cool exterior.

When she left Sunnydale ten years ago she had been mad at herself, she had killed the man she loved, let down her friends by her leaving, and abandoned her mother in a town where she could die at any moment. After she went back for that brief visit and seeing Angel kissing the Slayer that replaced Kendra her anger had taken a different turn and was then focused on her friends and ex-lover.

From what her mother told her, Xander had been bad mouthing her ever since she left Sunnydale, calling her a coward, later the insults became harsher. He would go off on tirades saying that she was a tramp and was probably getting fucked by one of her many 'Johns'. When she was saving his ass on a nightly basis he was on his knees worshiping the ground she walked on, the second she wasn't there he started to bad mouth her.

Angel had professed his love to her the night they made love, and before she sent him to Hell. While she would have understood if he didn't love her anymore after all she did send him to Hell, but the thing was he told her mother that he still loved her and always will no matter what. If that was the case, why did he go after Faith so soon after coming back from Hell? Wouldn't he look for her or at least wait a little while before moving on, not four months, oh yea she was feelin' the love.

Faith had listened to every word Xander said about Buffy, every mean and spiteful word. If she hadn't already hated Buffy because Angel still loved her, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud, she would have hated her after what Xander had told her.

Willow and Giles never insulted her behind her back, but they never stood up for her either. Not that it really mattered she wasn't there to hear them anyway, so she really couldn't be mad at either of them.

The click of her strappy sandal high heeled stiletto's sound across the floor as she made her way closer to her husband and soulmate. People who said demons couldn't love were wrong, they could, granted sometimes it was a lot different than a human love but they could still recognize and feel the emotion. Cole more so than most because he was half-human.

Buffy's trench coat was wrapped tightly around her body, hiding her scantily clad outfit from any disapproving eyes. She didn't care what they thought but they might have a heart attack if they saw what she had on…or rather what she didn't have on.

Her make-up was perfect; she had more on than she would normally wear but when you're parading around in a certain club hoping to get noticed by the owner and drug dealer she needed to look the part. Buffy's eyes were dark and smoky, her lips a bright shiny red guaranteed to leave behind some color on whatever her lips touched.

"Honey." Joyce stood up embracing her daughter. "Why are you wearing all this heavy make-up? I hope you don't wear it like that all the time?"

Buffy laughed, "Wow, Mom, you really know how to make me feel good don't ya?" She teased her mother a little bit. "Well, I went undercover, I had to look the part."

"And where did you go undercover?"

"Umm, Mortal Fear club. This is nothing compared to what some of the other girls were wearing…make-up wise anyway." Buffy may be a mother of four and a wife, but her mother could still make her feel like she's a teenager. She's not sure that's entirely a good thing.

Joyce rose her eyebrows, the disapproving mother look firm on her face. "And what about your wardrobe?"

Buffy roved her gaze over the other occupants of the room who were watching the interaction between her and her mother avidly. She turned her glance back to her mother. "You're not going to like it, so I think I'm just going to go upstairs and save you the heart-attack."

The blonde Slayer started to back out of the room until Cole eased his arms around her waist. "Come on baby, the big bad Slayer isn't afraid of her own mother now is she?"

"Damn straight I am. You have never seen my mother mad, and let me tell you that you don't want too." Buffy kissed the side of his jaw; the stubble tickled her lips.

"Come Buffy, how bad can it be?" Joyce questioned. Really wanting to see what outfit would cause her daughter to want to leave so she wouldn't have a heart attack over it.

Buffy sighed in defeat. "Fine. But just remember you said that." She untied the trench coat and slipped it off rather quickly and threw it over the recliner closest to her before she could change her mind. "Happy."

"I definitely am." Cole stared at his wife up and down. "How come you've never worn this for me?" Buffy was wearing a black leather bikini top; two flimsy stings tied behind her neck and her back to keep it in place, and a black leather mini, mini skirt with a slit that almost was to her waist, Cole could tell she's not wearing any panties either.

Lastly her strappy black high-heeled sandals completed the outfit, making it, as Buffy said a 'come fuck me' outfit. Something that Cole would have been more than happy to do if they didn't currently have guests. Joyce got a good look at Buffy's arms, small red dots, which looked like needle punctures decorated inner arm. "Buffy please tell me that…" She didn't even get a chance to finish the sentence because Buffy spoke up.

"No Mom. They're just make-up. Like I said have to look the part, we're after a drug-dealer that's big on heroin." She assured her.

Before anyone had a chance to comment on Buffy's outfit however a swirl of blue lights filter down from the ceiling and quickly form a group of four, three women and a man. They don't pay any attention to the crowded living room; all they saw was Buffy and Cole. One of the brunettes that was in the group grabbed Buffy, while the other the blonde man grabbed Cole and they suddenly disappear leaving most of the occupants sitting there in shock.

TBC