This is seriously messed up. Okay? I wrote it, and it disturbs me a little. I was just trolling around not doing Calc homework when i rediscovered the twisted beauty of LovelyTomorrow's B/Aus fics, particularly Reunion. It is the BEST written Angelus I have every read. So go read it and review and help me get her to continue it. Seriously.

The sentiments inspired this.

Poor Buffy. She's looking so broken. I love it.

Here she was, thinking that her darling Angel had finally called on his one true love to come and rescue him from the big bad beast. Maybe they could talk and do all the other emotional bullshit that they're into.

Sorry sweetheart. Just me here.

Wesley's looking a little uncertain. They're not used to seeing Buffy look lost. I am. I dedicated a good portion of my free time in Sunnydale just trying to put that look on the Slayer's face.

It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Where was I? Oh yes. Wesley and the rest of Team Angel graciously put her up in one of the hotel rooms and then practically shoved her down the stairs to the basement to talk to me. Everyone is always just too eager to sacrifice her, I wonder if she even notices anymore. By the slight wry twist of her luscious lips I am guessing she does.

Come here baby, come a little closer into the light.

She does, my poor thing, and she's not looking so good. A little too thin, a little too haggard. I don't mind the exhaustion though. She's so much more likely to give into me when she's so tired that she can barely stand up and sways a little on her feet. Like now.

Come'ere lover, I say, haven't you missed me? I'm sure I've missed you.

Ooh. Already so close to tears. This is just too easy.

Life hasn't been good to my darling. Angel's sweet, sweet girl has grown up much too fast, but the shelter of his love stopped her from ever learning to develop a skin thick enough to protect her from all the pain she experiences. That, and the fact that I so very effectively made sure that she would never be able to protect herself from me. You would think that the Powers would have been a little smarter. Just a little. The more they hurt my girl, the weaker she is. Against me anyway. Buffy's not bad at dealing with all the shit they've thrown at her, but I am very very good at dealing with her. She's not going to be bleeding for the sake of humanity for much longer.

Oh baby. You look so tired lover. Don't you just want to rest? I can make it better Buffy.

Cordelia, that vacuous whore, had insisted they turn off the camera. Does she think that we don't all know that she has ulterior motives? Oh well, her mistake.

Buffy walks closer, spellbound. I am that good, thank you very much. She's crossed the danger line and is already too close to me. It might take me a while, but I could get my naïve little love back under my thumb again. I could make her get the key and unleash me, Angelus, the Scourge of fucking Europe. But I don't need to. Because I can tear into her pretty little throat and drain her nearly to the point of death. And then I can use the strength of her sweet hot Slayer blood, and I can rip these bars open and face the world.

And when I do, guess who I'll have at my side?

That's right, come a little closer lover, the worst I can do is kill you.

I'm lying.

Review please. And then go urge Lovely Tomorrow to write more B/Aus. A little hypocritical of me, considering the state of Blindness, but my fic isn't as good as hers. And Angelus isn't nearly as psyco. But I'm actually feeling a little inspired now. We'll see what happens.