The sound of the microwave humming was the only thing that could be heard through out the mansion.

Angel was stood leaning against one of the kitchen sides, his eyes watching the cup he could see through the microwave door, after his meeting with Buffy's demon he had decided to stay away from her and try to calm himself down, as the time passed he found it had helped a little.

Continuing to watch the microwave he let out a breath he didn't need, why he had though Buffy could be any different from the rest of the vampires he didn't know, more then anything he was just hoping she was.

With a ping the Microwave door opened a little in a sign the time was up.

Uncrossing his arms Angel pushed away from the kitchen side, walking towards the microwave he retrieved the mug of blood, the scent of it drifting up to his sensitive nose making his stomach growl.

Pushing his hunger to one side Angel turned heading towards the stairs, the blood wasn't for him….it was for her.

That thought alone almost made him stop dead and pinch himself just to make certain he wasn't having a nightmare, but he knew he wasn't, not stopping he began to climb the steps leading to the next level in his home.

A part of him wanted to turn around and walk back the way he had came but he knew the vampire in Buffy's body must be starving…and once again his other half didn't care, it wanted to let that thing starve, to punish it for taking over her body.

Gripping the mug tighter Angel stopped once he reached his bedroom door, he knew how it felt to go without the blood his body so desperately needed and he couldn't find it in himself to do that to her…even if she was a vampire.

Keeping his face emotionless he opened the door.

The room was mostly dark thanks to the closed curtains, the sun had finally risen hours ago.

Closing the door behind him Angel turned his head and looked at her, only to find she was staring right back at him.

He still found himself taken back with how beautiful she was… that he had ever been lucky enough to know her let alone have kissed her.

Ignoring those thoughts he continued further into the room and closer to the bed, his eyes staying held with hers, he wasn't going to let her see how much it bothered him.

Stopping once he reached her side of the bed Angel held out the hand holding the mug, "Drink," he said simply, his voice neither soft nor hard.

Buffy just looked at him before letting her gaze wonder over the mug, she was beyond hungry, her stomach was feeling like it had started to eat itself, yet she didn't move.

She didn't want the crap he was offering her, she wanted human blood.

"You really think I'm going to drink that?" she asked him, one of her eyebrows coming up in questioning.

"Sooner or later you'll have to," placing the mug on the side table Angel stepped back from the bed, "It's better to do it now when it's hot."

Buffy felt like growling, if she wasn't so hungry she would tell him where he could stick it but the need for blood was to strong.

Rolling her eyes at him, not impressed with the fact he had won she sat up in the bed.

"In case you don't remember you tied me up…" she said moving her arms, the sound of the chains backing up her words, "And it's kinda hard to move when they are."

Not moving Angel just looked at her, with the position he had put her arms she had a point, she wouldn't be able to pick up the mug.

Uncrossing his arms Angel came to stand by the bed again, turning he picked up the mug and bought it up to her mouth.

"I could quite easily do it myself," she told him moving her head back away from the mug.

Shaking his head slightly he spoke, "I'm not untying you."

Buffy looked up at him for a moment, her lips moving slowly into a sly smile, "I always knew you liked bondage."

Frowning slightly at her Angel forced himself not to pull back his hand, he knew what she was doing, deciding not to play along he simply told her to drink it.

Getting annoyed with the fact he wasn't biting back at her she relented and leaned forward, opening her mouth slightly so he could place the mug against her lips and with slow movements allow the blood to fall into her mouth.

Forcing himself to look away Angel keep his hand movements the same, he couldn't bring himself to watch her drink the blood, he had never imagined Buffy doing this and he had never wanted to.

Having drunk the contents of the mug Buffy pulled her head back, she could feel the tips of her enlarged fangs and seductively she ran her tongue over them while catching Angel's eyes.

The sight made him stay glued to her face, it wasn't just what she was doing with her tongue but the fact her vampire face was different from others of their kind, her eyes were the same as his an amber yellow but the ridges that he knew his face possessed were no where to be seen on her, she looked liked she always did just with fangs and different colour eyes.

Blinking quickly he let the arm holding the empty mug fall to his side, he had only looked to see if she had finished the blood when he had caught her eyes looking at him.

Why?…why did her face have to be different he wanted her to look like a vampire so he could hate her, but with her face like that she only looked like Buffy.

"Like what you see?" she asked him seductively, the corners of her mouth lifting in a sexy smile, a trail of blood that had escaped her mouth running down one side.

For a moment Angel was frozen, the sight before him was tempting to say the least, his vampire side telling him to take her.

Almost giving in Angel turned his head away from her quickly, forcing his vampire side to remain under control, that side of him had always been fighting him when she was a human, saying they didn't belong together that she was his food and nothing else, but now that she was a vampire it was like a double force making him want her all the more.

This had never happened to him before, the urge to have her was so strong it actually frightened Angel…maybe he should have staked her while she was still turning at least that way she wouldn't have been a threat to not only everyone else but to his soul…

If these types of feeling were going to keep growing stronger and stronger then he knew for a fact he was in trouble.

With that new feeling hitting him like a punch Angel turned fully away from her and made his way to the door, stopping when he heard her speak, "It's better to do it now when…" she began using his words from earlier, waiting for him to look over his shoulder at her she continued the look on her face making her look even more stunning and tempting, "…No one knows I'm alive."

A picture of him giving in and folding under her words surfaced to mind.

Giving her one last look he left the room, the door slamming harder then necessary.

Buffy waited until he was gone before lying back on the bed and getting comfortable, she couldn't believe how easily he was to torment, anything sexual and he buckled and for a moment she wondered what would have happened if she had tried the things she had said when she was alive…would he have been as easy to play with? Probably, he still loved her of that she could tell…well before all this was over she was going to have some fun, maybe brake him if she could, better yet have his soulless side come out and play.

Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read and comment on this story, it means alot :) Anyway there might be mistakes as I might have rushed this a little but I liked the idea...so couldn't wait to right it.

I have mentioned Buffy's face being different when she is a vampire because I thought it would hurt Angel more with the fact she still looks like the love of his life, plus its easier to imagine and much nicer :)

Thanks once again for reading it