I really like this chapter. It puts an interesting twist on things. It can be kind of confusing on the hows, whys and whats, so if you have any questions or are confused in any way feel free to ask. I have reasoning for everything. J

Regret, wishing that you could go back in time. Change what had happened. Make it better. Back to the way it once was.

Chapter 16: The Catch

Angelus saw Buffy whimpering on the ground and walked over to her. "This upset just because I went out looking for you?" he asked. She looked up at him with something that he once knew in her eyes.

"Get away from me!" she cried. He was taken aback. He took a few steps backwards with wide eyes. How could this have happened?

"Buffy? Are you alright?" he asked, knowing that she was not. She probably didn't want to have anything to do with him. She shook her head vigorously. "Come on, don't be that way, it's not as bad as it seems."

"No, it is. Y-you stay away from me!" she dragged herself further away from him. "I trusted you!" She stared at him with such betrayal in her eyes. Angelus stepped towards Buffy and she hissed at him.

"Buffy, cut this out. I get that you feel betrayed. You're not supposed to feel that way. You've been cursed. What you're feeling isn't real."

"Yes it is! It's more real than what I felt before. It definitely is!"

Angelus took a step closer to Buffy, so that he was now hovering over her. He tried to pull her to her feet. "No! No, no, no! Let go of me!" She tried to whack him but he held her hands against her chest. She was in no place emotionally to fight him.

"Shh, shh, Buffy. Let's just go home and get you showered, it'll be dawn soon."

"No! I want to stay here! I don't want to be a vampire!" She tried to push him away from her, but Angelus had her firmly in his arms.

"Buffy, stop. You are going home right now." She fell limp at the master vampire's command.

"No, I don't wanna…" she mumbled, but her body would no longer listen to her protests. Her sire had given her a command and it was eager to listen. His voice had been so thick with authority that she couldn't disobey. The contrast in their age was so great it was like an ant trying to stop a truck.

"Good girl, now let's get you home." Angelus picked Buffy up bridal style and began carrying her back to their liar. She murmured her complaints, but when he told her to sleep she quickly fell into a deep slumber. He had been hoping that he wouldn't ever have to use his sire-childe power over her and that she'd just be a normal vampire and kill on her own but now that she had a soul there was no chance of that. It was hard enough before.

When Angelus entered his 'house,' Spike stood by the door waiting. When he saw Buffy in his Grandsire's arms covered in mud with tearstained cheeks, his eyes widened.

"What happened?" he asked, obviously concerned.

"You never could tell." Angelus recalled, shaking his head. "She's been re-ensouled."

"What?" Spike asked, looking at Buffy, "You mean that she's like you were before? Back when you angered the gypsies?"

"Yes, that means I don't want you to go near her," Angelus growled to the younger vampire.

"What, this isn't my fault, is it?"

"That's what I'd guess. You shouldn't have let her come out after me after she had come back. She got her soul under your watch. If I didn't have to deal with her right now then you'd be dust." Spike flinched at the venom in Angelus's voice.

"I didn't mean to… Is she any different?" he asked, looking pleadingly up at the older vampire for some security.

"Yes, she's like a slayer now. An emotional, depressed, angry slayer. Now move." Angelus pushed pass Spike and made his way to the bathroom. He started a warm bath and sat on the floor with Buffy in his arms as he waited for the tub to fill up. She was still sleeping and Angelus wondered if he'd have to tell her to wake up in order for her to do so. Wouldn't that be interesting…

Buffy woke up, a pain in her chest felt like a burning flame. She opened her eyes and realized that she was in a bath tub. She looked down and saw that she was naked. She quickly moved some bubbles over herself and sunk lower, splashing a bit. Why was she in a bathtub? More importantly, why was she naked in a bathtub?

She looked around the room and recognized it instantly. She was back at the house or at least that's what she always referred to it as. She remembered not being able to resist Angelus. She had never heard his voice coated with such authority. It was overpowering. She couldn't fight him. Surely it wouldn't happen again? No, she'd leave and if he tried to stop her then she'd take him down. She had done it tons of times in the past. Grab a stake and plunge it into the heart. Gosh that would be painful! She could hardly bring herself to think about staking a vampire now, let alone to actually do it.

She took a deep breath and looked around the bathroom for a towel. When she didn't see one she sighed. How was she supposed to dry off without a towel? The door opened and Buffy jumped, splashing water out of the tub. Drusilla stood there holding a towel. Buffy had not expected that.

"Here deary," she said, putting the towel down on the little shelf attached to the wall. "Angelus will make you better. You'll be part of our happy family again." With that Dru left. Buffy stood up cautiously and picked up the towel. She stepped onto the rug and began to dry off. She couldn't remember why she had been so upset yesterday, just that Angelus had turned her into a vampire. If that's why she had been so upset then why didn't she feel quite as bad anymore? It's not like she killed anyone or anything, right? She couldn't remember. Had she killed people? She didn't see why she wouldn't have. She remembered watching the others kill and thinking that it was fine to do so, so why wouldn't she have?

Once she was all dry she quietly opened the door and made her way down to her room. She happened to be sharing it with Angelus due to lack of space. She entered and found that he was not in it. She closed the door and sighed, she had to get out of there.

After she was all changed, she crept into the front room and was about to open the door when she heard her Sire's voice. "Just where do you think you're going?" She should just run for it. The sound of Angelus's voice would have made her heart skip a beat if it had been beating, because of this she turned around to face him.

"Angelus, I'm sorry for how I was acting Yesterday, I was just so upset," she apologized. "I'm fine now, though." It was a lie that she had come up with right on the spot. Not the best kind.

"Is that so? So that means that you were upset that you got a soul and now you're over it?" Angelus asked, advancing on her.

"No, I…" Darn it, what was she going to say?

"You what? You realize that you don't just get over having a soul? So that means that you were either lying to me or you somehow managed to lose your soul."

"I, um, lying?" She was in the type of predicament that you ought not find yourself in.

"I can tell by the look in your eyes. You still have a soul. It's not polite to lie to your sire." Angelus was now right next to her, he put a finger under her chin and lifted her head up so that she was looking him in the eyes. "I will make you all better. Then you can tell me that you're over it."

"I have a feeling that your version of better doesn't match up with mine."

"Yeah, I can see that," he said, removing his finger from beneath her chin. "You might have to have a slight twist in perspective, but you'll love it once you come back to my side of the fence."

"No, I think that you'll love it when I'm plunging a stake through your heart." Buffy cursed silently at herself because her legs had buckled underneath her when she had made the threat and she was now sitting on her knees. She found it hard to think about actually staking a vampire. It was such a cruel act.

"Idle threats have no meaning," Angelus warned. "You should know that by now. Stand up." She did as her sire commanded her to. "Now tell me what you think about blood, honestly."

"Blood is…" She was trying to fight it, but she couldn't. Angelus wanted to know what she thought about blood. That was the only thing she could think about. "The best thing ever. It's delicious and warm and has the perfect feeling to it." Now she was sure that she had killed people, she'd have to in order to be able to describe blood in such a manner.

"Do you want some?" Buffy's throat burned at the question.

"Ye-No! No, I don't want any!" Buffy growled, taking a step back. She felt the door knob behind her, perhaps she could make a run for it?

"Are you sure?"

"Quite," she replied. With that she turned the knob and pulled open the door. She ran out only to be pulled instantly back inside, light streaming in through the open door. That's right, it's daytime.

"Running away, are we? I'm not sure I like the display that you're putting on today. Perhaps I need to teach you manners?" Angelus pinned Buffy's arms harshly behind her. She whimpered. "Number one, no lying. Number two, answer questions when asked them. Number three, don't ever open the door during the day and finally do not disrespect your sire. I'm putting you on house arrest. There will be no leaving until I say so, understood?" When Buffy didn't answer, Angelus tightened his grip on her. She cried out. "Understood?"

"Y-yes."

"Good." Angelus released her. He took a few steps forwards and, avoiding the sunlight, closed the door. He then stared at his childe. She was standing in the middle of the room, looking terrified.

"I refuse to harm any humans," she stated.

"And you honestly think that you won't?" Angelus asked, advancing on Buffy.

"Y-yes."

"What did I tell you about lying?" Buffy had fear in her eyes, she didn't answer. "That's two- make it three rules that you're breaking now. You lied, didn't answer my question and overall, disrespected me. That's something we'll have to deal with." Angelus smirked wickedly, while Buffy looked around, desperate for an escape. But there wasn't one. She was trapped.

Whatcha think? Weirdish if you ask me, but interesting. I already know my opinions, though, what are yours? Feel free to comment by reviewing, I appreciate it! It let's me know that people are actually reading and hopefully enjoying my story, I'm not just posting it for no good reason. I was thinking about maybe changing the title of my story to A Deadly Change or A Deadly Twist or something like that. What do you guys think, is that too weird?

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