Okay, I have the third chapter up FINALLY! Sorry it took so long, but my health and employment situation stinks at the moment. Im not sure about what happened to those speech marks in the last chapter, but I will try to fix it. But as a certain reviewer decided to inform me whilst commenting on my ability to write (which is sad considering their grammar) something is cutting out my punctuation marks, so I'l upload this again.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Buffy, Angel or Twilight I would make the following T-Shirt statement true: And then, Buffy staked Edward. The End.

Chapter two: Remembering

'Well, that could have gone better.' Angel surmised as he gently plucked the young woman off the ground she was crumpled upon. To be honest, he hadnt quite expected the reaction he had gotten from her: Recognition, then disappointment, as well as a healthy combination of confusion and heartbreak. The soulful vampire couldnt help but be confused himself: why would this young thing react like that? Did she really get him confused with this Edward guy?. Jim, the barman, made to move to the front to aid him, but the brunette waved her arm, as if telling him it was alright. She couldnt help but flinch though, when she felt Angels hand on her bare arm. It was colder than normal humans. Something about that made an alarm go off, but she was too focused on him. Him who was currently pushing towards her the Hot chocolate. She grasped it slowly and carefully, basking in the heat it gave off. She was also carefully scrutinizing both himself and the door. Angel noticed and smirked. Maybe she was considering throwing the Hot Chocolate in his face. Not that he couldnt dodge it, but hed prefer that Jim would be the only one in the room to know what he was.

"Im not some guy trying to pick you up you know." Bella looked scared, as if the thought had never occurred to her. The smirked widened at this. "Im just here to help." Hands held up in an 'I surrender' type pose. Bella narrowed her eyes on him. "You also said I could trust you." She ground out carefully, taking a sip of her beverage, wincing at the burn on her tongue. "Yep, I said that about five seconds ago." Angel remarked. Jim handed Bella some water for her burn, and she gulped it. "Why?" She demanded.

"Why what?"

"Why should I trust someone I just met? You could be a axe murderer for all I know." Angel raised an eyebrow at this. Did he look like the kind of guy would murder someone?. Hello, the one with the Angelic face here!. Never mind the fact that he regularly used a Battle Axe to eviscerate demons on cases.

"An Axe Murderer? Why not a Tonto murderer?" And there we have it ladies and gentlemen, the weirdest question that Bella Swan has ever been asked in her life. There was so much wrong with it. For starters, why and what was a Tonto? She shook her head in exasperation. THAT was an Emmett sentence. Emmett. The big brother she had always wanted. And now she wanted him here.

Angel observed as her face morphed from guarded to what?, then to utter sadness and happiness all mixed into one. He just knew he had to try and save this tormented girl. No, not try. Trying got you told off by a little green guy with a stick and mind powers. He had to do.

"I cant really explain why, just let me say that there are things on Earth that most people dont understand. Whos and whats that bump. And Im one of the only ones that bump back, and therefore, your best bet to live."

Bella carefully mulled over his meaning, catching Jim as he simply nodded in response to what Angel not Edward was saying. He was saying what she already knew. But then, how did he know? And why would he be her best bet against a psychotically gripped un-dead thing who was trying to kill her? Angel, in the meantime was glad that he didnt really need to breathe. That was more than he was used to saying with strangers, and it was a bit much.

"And what, Mr. Angel, would you be my best bet against?" Bella breathed out quietly. She wanted to trust this guy badly for some reason, but maybe he had a power of influence, like Jasper.

She had long felt badly for him, it wasnt his fault she was a klutz...

"Whatever you are running from, Bella." Why wouldnt he say it aloud? Maybe he wasnt sure she was the girl he was looking for. But he had called her by her name. Maybe he wanted confirmation of her situation...

...so he could kill her. Bella went cold. As cold as his hand had been on his shoulder oh no nono Thats why. 'Oh Edward the very things you said I would forget about... are about to kill me.'

She spoke almost dejectedly. "Are you friends of theirs?" Angel's mind and mouth were in perfect synch.

"Huh?"

Okay.

She could handle being in danger, but playing like she was dumb toppled her fear over, for a moment.

She was tired of being scared. That was it.

She threw the drink, right between the eyes, and like she expected him to, he dodged, revealing his true speed. The infamous Swan temper had enough of running away from dangerous, life-threatening situations. Combined with her mothers, you knew it was a force to be reckoned with.

"Your'e a vampire arent you? Victoria's friend or whatever you are to her and Laurent!!! They sent you to find me!" She stood up quickly and skirted around him as fast she could to the door. "I didnt kill him, why does she want me!?"

Part of Angels mind was still going 'huh?' but a small part was niggling at him, something to do with those names.

'Laurent, Victoria... James!' And abrasive memory abruptly shoved its way into the consciousness.

FLASH-BACK: April 1864, Waikato region, New Zealand.

The New Zealand Land Wars.

Slashing, Maiming cat-like forms sashayed and writhed with pleasure as they tore through the soldiers as they drank the life-liquid of those who had once been babes. Maori or Pakeha (Brit), there was none of that distinction to them, the cold ones. They tore throats, and simply left them to lie after they grew full. But that did not stop the killing, the slaughter. Death was an art form to these living dead for what could be more glorious that what they were?. But these spiritless corpses would not reach the pedestal they sat upon for they would not deign to bless them with this existence. For they, after all, were natives, and savages who had left their own homelands. The four figures merrily swung through the dwindling crowd that was starting to smell of demise

A lustful, flame-ridden crown of hair flickered in the night as its owner twisted and scratched with malevolent elegance that was matched only by her companions: A tracker with a possessive thrill for the hunt, a dark-skinned man dressed in finery: rare, and possibly unique. Finally, the last figure approached the others, the one who would eventually be cursed with a human soul: Angelus, the killer with a face of an angel.

Angel quickly darted forward, pulling Bella by the arm back towards her seat: ignoring the fuss she tried to kick up. "I knew you had a run in with a certain crowd, but I didnt think theyd be so biting." He harrumphed, and placed her on the seat again, holding her wrist when she tried to get up again. Jim merely got up and started to mop up the mess, though he did frown at the grip Angel had on her. "Now you listen carefully." Jim stated to Bella as he was swishing and swooping. "Mr. Angel might be a vamp, but hes the best thing to hit this town in the years hes been here."

"Oh really?" Bella bit out, slightly miffed at the man for not coming to her aid.

"Yes, really." Angel kept holding the wrist, trying not to bruise, because that would be an excellent way of gaining trust wouldnt it? The creases on his brow deepened. "I dont know why you think I have anything to do with them now, but I did a long time ago." He knelt to eye level so that he could capture the gaze of those orbs. "We grew too different. They arent any friends of mine, and I wouldnt dream of giving them anything."

"How are you different?" Bella was still pulling, stubborn to the last. She was going to hurt herself if she kept this up, so Angel let go, but stayed on one knee.

"I was given a choice on what I wanted to do in life- sort of. I decided not to torment and kill humans. I eventually started a agency where we help the helpless as a friend would say." He smiled at the idea of those business cards, and the video ad that had been made. But James and the others, I found out, had always had that sort-of choice, they just didnt take it. They enjoyed killing innocent people. His face darkened in anger. "Victoria wants to kill you? Why you? No offence." Waving his hands in a dont kill me for asking gesture.

Bella sighed. "A mate for a mate, Laurent said. In fact, he planned on just feeding on me, and let me be thankful that Victoria didnt have a chance to get at me for what Edward had done."

"And Edward is?" The room was silent for a moment before:

"The guy who killed James to save me." Slightly shocking to Angel, who had thought of James as one of the best. But that wasnt all, was it? He peered into the face of a broken girl.

"And?"

"The guy who Victoria swears is my mate." Bella supplied hurriedly.

"Was he?" Angel was under the notion of this Edward guy being killed, to explain to himself the emotion that washed across Bellas face. She really loved him

"I thought he was." Bella trembled with tears shining through her eyes, but not letting them fall just yet, though her heart was being thoroughly slit and slashed every time his mere name was said. Didnt people die from this much pain?

"And?" So he wasnt dead, or permanent dead if you knew what he meant. But he could tell, that this was a huge part of her situation. Why wasnt he protecting her? Why was she alone?

"I was only a novelty for him." She whispered softly. One small tear fell, but only one.

He saw it all clearer than one of Cordys visions (Which was not really something to compare to, but you know).

This was why she could die.

She was only running, because there were people she loved, and didnt want to get hurt.

She was only keeping herself alive for their sakes.

But Bella wasnt going to fight hard enough if Victoria found her.

She didnt really care.

Because Edward broke her.

Because he told her that she was a novelty item.

Somehow, Angel doubted that it was really the case.

He didnt think that this Bella was just a novelty.

So he would fix her. But how?

Restore her confidence in herself first.

"Bella?" He asked. "How would you like to work for me?"

And that ladies and gentlemen, was about as far as I can go for now. Wfyl! (Write for you later) Rrn! (Review right now!)