AN: Yep, I have returned with another fast update. I'd like to thank those that reviewed and those that just skimmed by the story. I forgot to say that this story will delve a bit into Latin American culture. Not much else to say, so get on with the reading :)

Disclaimer: I don't own BTVS or Angel. I wish they did though...

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Los Angeles, California

December 1999

A week later

A primal growl broke the silence of the park near the Santa Monica Pier startling the few people still out that the time. It was followed by the sounds fists meeting flesh, then a load growl that was followed by silence. The people took off in a hurry and didn't see the man walking out of the shadows, followed by two more men. One was dressed with loud, mismatching colors, while the other seemed for cultured, but still had a pompous air to him. The main person was simply dressed in all black, with his long leather duster flowing gently in the breeze.

"Feeling better yet Angel?" Doyle asked the dark vampire as noticed the tension leaving the vampire's body.

Angel just grunted his answer and started walking back to his car. He was still pissed that he didn't to dust Jamsal, but something in the Spanish vampire made him stop. Angel noticed something in his eyes, something that a vampire shouldn't feel, but existed in this one. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he heard Wesley speak up.

"Yes well, that was your vision said Doyle?"

Doyle turned to Wesley with a 'duh' look clearly plastered on his face. "Yes English, after the pain left, this was all I saw. Now can we get back to the office, I want ta surprise Cordy, seeing as how she finally gave me a chance last week."

"You mean after you nearly sacrificed yourself?" Angel softly asked his friend.

"Yes, it would've… Eh it still worked out good. That axe was sure handy," Doyle quipped out as he remembered the fight that nearly cost him his life. Before he could dwell on it, Doyle noticed Angel's attention riveted to the pier. He walked up to Angel, already knowing what the vampire was thinking about. It was just a few weeks ago when Buffy came into town for 10 minutes, and left his friend in shambles. But the story that Angel told him last week was still shocking. Shocking to know how much his friend was hurting and how bad Angel wanted the blond slayer.

Wesley also noticed the forlorn look Angel had and sighed softly. Even though he was still fairly new to the team, only joining 4 days ago, he was used to the brooding looks Angel tends to take. He only got the gist of the story of when Buffy came into town, but knew that either way, Angel was hurting.

Angel was remembering how the sun felt on his face, the way Buffy seem to glow in the light and her shocked look. He remembered the kiss, the only kiss in sunlight the pair has ever had. A kiss that didn't officially exist anymore. He sighed and then turned away from the pier a moment later. He regained his composure, then continued the walk back to his car.

Before entering his car, Angel turned to his colleagues and frowned softly. "Not much else right?" Seeing both guys shake their heads, Angel jumps inside the car and starts the car to life. As the huge engine rumbles awake, Doyle and Wesley get inside and notice Angel's pensive stare.

"What is it?" Asks Doyle.

"Don't know. I just feel that something is going to happen. Been having this feeling for a while," Angel explains as he turns the car onto the streets.

Doyle just nods his head and turns to look out of the window. Wesley takes out a small journal and continues to fill the pages up with his experiences with Angel and before. He had much more respect for the dark vampire than he last saw him in Sunnydale. Wes also noticed that Angel's confidence has gone up now that he was on his own. He didn't know what to make of this, so he kept quiet about it.

Just as silence overcame the car, Doyle groaned as another vision hit him suddenly. "Oh, balls…" He grabbed him head and held it as Angel pulled the car over and Wesley dug into the back seat and found a bottle of Whiskey that Angel kept in the car for Doyle. Angel opened the glove compartment and got out the bottle of aspirins, quickly getting two out and handing them to Doyle. Doyle noticed the aspirins and the bottle and quickly down the pills, followed by the shot of the burning liquid.

"Oh crap, that hurt something fierce," Doyle groaned as he recovered from the pain. He looked at Wesley's and Angel's questioning eyes and shook the remaining pain away. "Polgora demon… near the old carnival. It's about to attack a group of teenagers."

Angel nodded and then shifted the GTX into gear and floored the engine towards the area. Doyle and Wes held on as Angel powered the huge car towards their destination.

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Sunnydale, California

Buffy rose from another night of fitful sleep. She shook her head and remembered the intense dream. In it she, she saw her and her friends standing side by side with Angel and his team. Both were staring at two figures brutally fighting each other, but she somehow knew it was an important fight. She also remembered seeing another figure changing into a wolf and protecting innocents, though she can't make out who the innocents are.

She also remembers her and Angel lunging after each other in a frenzy of heat, but she chalked that up to her over active fantasies where Angel is concerned. Buffy looked around noticing her sleeping friend on the other bed softly snoring and decided to patrol a little bit to clear her mind up. She saw that the clock said 11 and got off of her bed to change into something to slay in. Not only does she remember the dream, she also remembers glimpses of another dream. Something deep in her mind trying to break free, but not getting close. She only saw glimpses of a clock and repeating some familiar words. She feels that this suppressed dream, memory, whatever is important to her, deeply important, but Buffy struggles to remember it.

After getting dressed and heading out of the dorm room, Buffy breathed in the night air and walked towards the general direction of a nearby cemetery.

Upon arriving, she let her slayer sense go and immediately picked up on a few fledges inside the cemetery. "No rest for the idiots," she quietly quipped out to herself. Following her senses, she jogged over to a fledgling vampire trying to claw his way out of his grave. Buffy smiled as she approached the easy kill.

Kneeling down, she grabbed the collar of the suit jacket the vampire had on and stared into the frightened yellow eyes of the demon. "Hi, need some help?" Buffy quipped and then rammed her stake into the chest of the surprised vampire. Buffy stood back up and then followed the sounds of another vampire.

She trotted over to a sire waiting for his childe to rise and snuck up behind the vampire. From the feelings she was getting, the sire seemed like a vampire from the 70s and didn't have developed senses to hear the approaching slayer. Buffy drove her stake into the vampire, catching it also by surprise and reveled in the thrill of the hunt. She noticed the ground breaking and also staked that newborn vampire trying to come out.

Buffy stood back up straight and once again, let her senses go out and pick up any vampires or demons in the cemetery she was at. Not finding anything, Buffy made her way out of the cemetery. She walked over to another close by cemetery and was stopped abruptly as she picked up a feeling of a very powerful vampire. Only Angel and Spike ever gave the type of warnings off and she knew Spike was neutered and Angel was in LA. Slowly walking into the cemetery, she managed to see a figured jumping onto the roof of a building and running away. Buffy didn't think twice as she took off right behind the individual. She rounded the corner of the building, but was surprised as she didn't find the person. From the speed and stealth of the individual, Buffy came up with vampire.

Shrugging it off, Buffy continued her impromptu patrol, not knowing that Jamsal was still on the roof of the building he jumped to. He took a deep drag of his cigarette in an attempt to calm down and walked away, not wanting to confront the slayer in the mood he was in.

Buffy checked her watch and noticed that it said it was already 3 in the morning and she decided to call it a night. She walked back to her dorm at the same time Riley walked towards his. She noticed and slowed her pace down to look at the handsome, blond man. She stayed within the shadows and was thinking about why she didn't get that 'low down tickle' that usually accompanied her when she just remotely thought of Angel. Maybe because he isn't dark and mysterious as you-know-who, Buffy's internal voice sarcastically said to her. 'No, I don't need Angel. Riley is a good guy and is good for me,' firmly said to herself.

So that's why you can't help but compare the two? Her inner voice shot back at her. Buffy growled to herself at the sudden internal argument and stomped away to her dorm. She was determined to not let Angel get to her anymore. Yet she was constantly about Angel and if he was okay and how he was doing.

'Damn stupid, broody, stubborn…sexy, handsome man….Gah! What am I thinking? Buffy thought to herself angrily. We are of the past, the recent past, she thought sadly to herself. "Stupid Angel… still manages to hurt me even though he's not here," she muttered to herself as she made her way up to her dorm. "No more thinking of Angel," she once again says to herself and then ironically enters her room and spots a picture of her and Angel together before her 17th birthday. "Damn you," she softly mutters to the picture.

She changes for bed, then picks up the small stuffed pig right next to the picture and cuddles it to herself. "I miss him Mr. Gordo," she says to the pig, knowing she won't get a response back. Finally succumbing to the sleep, she goes into a deep REM sleep involving a kitchen table and tea.

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Los Angeles

Angel trudged his way down the stairs, opting to skip the elevator. He wiped away a bit of demon blood from his hair that remained after the fight with the Polgora, which really was a pair of them. Once reaching his dark living room, Angel ripped off the remaining tatters of his shirt, slightly wincing as the cloth brushed again a gash on his stomach.

He threw his coat onto a recliner and removed the wrist stake launchers and the pair of daggers strapped to his legs. He threw the small axe he carried with him onto the floor and walked into his bathroom. Turning on the hot water, he removed the rest of his clothes, while looking down to the gash on his stomach and ran a finger over it. He noticed that his quick healing was taking time in healing the wound that would've normally closed already, but shrugged it off to hot feeding.

Stepping into the shower, Angel closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat of the water cascading down his back. His mind went back to the events after Buffy left, from Doyle somehow surviving to Wesley joining his team, Angel remembered it all. He took a deep breath as he washed his hair thoroughly; Angel remembered his slayer once again.

A few days ago, Angel resolved to try to stop thinking about Buffy, but his dreams increased of her… along with his libido. He was highly aroused because of remembering Buffy in the throes of passion. It didn't help that Angelus also threw some memories at his way, but he's managed to tune out the dark demon.

Near an hour later, Angel stepped out of the bathroom, slinging his towel low on his hips. He went into his room and but on a pair of sweatpants and got into his bed that somehow held onto Buffy's unique scent. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep involving ice cream and peanut butter.

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Buffy moaned gently as she felt more of the cold, creamy, treat be placed on her flat belly. She then felt his warm tongue lapping the ice cream away, cleaning her belly thoroughly. She whimpered as she felt his mouth on her scar and tilted her neck to let him suckle on it. He was the only she would let near her scar and she knew it too. Parker tried to do it, but she nearly knocked him out when got close to the right side of her neck.

She shook her thoughts away as Angel kissed her sensually that curled her toes. Buffy wound her finger in Angel's hair and opened her thighs more to let Angel settled in between her natural cradle.

Angel took hold of his hard cock and rubbed his sensitive head along Buffy's folds, earning a low moan from her. As soon as he was going to penetrate her, Angel looked into Buffy's shinning eyes. "I love you," he said as he penetrated on 'you.'

Buffy woke up startled and jumped as she heard Willow come into the room. She was highly aroused and just from feeling, she knew her panties were soaked. Buffy dove under her covers before Willow could even register the blond slayer's embarrassment. Buffy tried to control her erratic breathing, but it was a failed attempt as Willow heard her friend's strange breathing.

"Buffy, are you okay?"

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A few hours later, Buffy exited her class with Professor Walsh. Buffy still thought Walsh was evil and always shuddered secretly when the professor just glanced her way. Though she liked the class enough because she actually learned things, she was also slightly happy to receive attention from Riley. He would give her googly eyes and try not to get caught as he looked at her, she caught him every time.

She still felt unnerved that the guy she thought was Mr. Normal-Joe-Guy was a soldier fighting demons. Buffy found it weird and hilarious, but kept the thoughts to herself. Glancing around the bright walkways of the university, she was brought to a complete stop as she noticed the familiar black Plymouth GTX rumbling down the street. Using her sharp eyesight, she noticed the blackened windows and the license plate that was slightly dirty. She suddenly got angry as she saw the black car turn down the familiar path to Giles' house and Buffy stomped all the way to the former watcher's house.

As soon as the coast was clear, Buffy took off in a dead run, using all her slayer speed to Giles' house. Upon arriving, she scowled as she saw the familiar build of a certain vampire covered by a huge black blanket run from the car to the front door. He was followed by people all familiar to her and Buffy narrowed her eyes. What is he doing in my town?

She sprinted over to the front door and pounded on it. Giles got up and opened the door, but Buffy ignored his surprise look and lock her gaze with Angel's surprised gaze. "What are you doing here?"

Doyle chose to speak up for Angel, mostly in anger and annoyance towards Buffy. "Ach lass, we came because something big is coming here."

Buffy crossed her arms, but her gaze never left Angel's. "Really? Now what kind of big is this big thing that you couldn't call over the phone and tell me about?"

"To put it in a nutshell, a vampire that is nearly as powerful as Angelus and Spike has arrived in Sunnydale. He is going to be followed by two unknown people, but a major showdown is brewing," Wesley spoke as he recovered from the shock of Buffy arriving so early.

"I can handle it," was all Buffy said in response. Angel's eyes slightly narrowed and flashed amber in anger. He came because Buffy would need all the help she would need. Especially once she found out that there was some kind of Frankenstein monster that was going to wake up soon. Plus, Angel came flying as Doyle described Jamsal in his vision. He remembered the power that came off Jamsal in waves and knew that Buffy needed help, whether she liked it or not.

"Not with this. Buffy, you need all the help you can get," Angel explained calmly.

Buffy narrowed her eyes in annoyance and took a few steps closer to Angel. "Why? Who is this vampire that you had to come flying into town?" Buffy growled out, feeling her anger grow.

"His name is Jamsal."

Buffy's entire demeanor changed as she recalled the books that Giles was reading a few days ago. She visibly deflated and looked down to the floor. She remembered the writing vividly and recalled the part of Jamsal killing four slayers. But she also recalled reading about a warlock by the name of Roberto following Jamsal wherever he went. For all her anger and annoyance, all Buffy was able to squeak out was just one word, "Oh."

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