Camera's followed Buffy everywhere, just in case they could catch that random unscheduled vampire attack, or more importantly, the unscheduled mental breakdown that all reality stars have. Thus far they hadn't caught many meltdowns but Buffy was convinced if the cameras didn't leave her alone soon one wouldn't be too far in the distance.

Every once in a while Buffy got lucky and snuck off from the cameras. She would go for a midnight stroll, all alone. Vampires rarely attacked because they could sense who she was and knew it wasn't worth killing the slayer if no cameras were there to catch it.

Buffy turned down an alleyway and emerged on the other side of the street. She crossed it and walked through a second ally. There was a break in it where a dark figure stood. Buffy didn't notice him. She continued walking. The dark figure followed.

The hairs on the back of Buffy's neck stood up, as if she realized something was wrong. She turned around to come face to face with a tall man and sad puppy dog eyes. She raised her stake.

"Don't," he said. He stuck his hand up, as if to protect himself but he still seemed harmless.

Buffy lowered the stake a little, but not completely. "Who are you?"

The man looked down at his feet. "A fan."

"You and the world," Buffy said. She turned on her heel to walk away but the man touched her shoulder. There was no force behind it, it felt more like a "please don't leave me" touch. She turned back around.

"Vampires killed my family," he said sadly.

Buffy lowered the stake entirely. "I'm sorry. Was it because of the show?"

"No, no," he said. He looked up again, this time making eye contact. His eyes were chocolate brown. "It was long before the world knew about vampires and slayers. I just thought—I know what it's like, to live your life in fear of vampires. Spending every single day wondering if this is your last. Every waking moment looking behind your back. ."

"I'm not scared," Buffy lied.

"Then you're stupid."

She sighed. "Okay, I'm a little scared. But being scared doesn't solve anything. I fight."

"You're also a slayer," the man said. He switched his weight from one foot to the other and then back to the original. He seemed fidgety.

"So what? You're looking for protection?"

"No." The man blinked. "I'm looking for a friend."

Buffy bit her lip. It was sad and pathetic but kind of cute. The man was broken and he was looking for someone to fix him. He wanted Buffy to fix him.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Angel."

Buffy smiled. Of course it was. He would be her angel. She would help fix him and he would give her a reason to keep on fighting. Because if she had to be honest she was getting really bored. She was forgetting what matter. Why being a slayer was so important. It was so she could save people like him, like Angel. So she could stop vampires from slaughtering families, like Angel's.

"I'll be straight with you. I haven't had a normal life since I became the slayer. And it got even worst since the TV show. I can't even remember the last time I went out on a date, but I'm pretty sure I was still living in L.A. at the time."

"You're asking me out on a date?" Angel asked. He took a step back as if his confusion had to be shown physically.

"You need someone to understand what you've been through. Someone from the supernatural world. Me. I need someone to keep my life balanced. Someone from the normal world. I'm not getting that from my friends anymore. Yes, I need them on the set, but now the public knows about them. I need someone just for me. No cameras."

Angel smiled. He reached forward and held Buffy's hand. "I can do that. I'm not that photogenic anyway."

"With an angelic face like that?" Buffy said with a smirk. She stared at his lips. They were so luscious and were begging to be kissed. Maybe one day.

Buffy knew she was rushing into things with this probable stalker but she felt something with him. Besides she was sick of people telling her what to do. She wanted to do something crazy. But she wanted to make sure no one was watching while doing so.

Buffy leaned in and gave Angel a kiss on the check. Then she whispered in his ear when they could next meet. Then they parted ways. When she emerged on the other side of the alley she felt the pressure of being the slayer come back. She couldn't wait to see the mysterious Angel again. She couldn't wait to have an undocumented love affair.

A/N: Thanks for reading, please review.