Why hello there! Again, thank you for the favourites and alerts you guys gave Ex Abyssus. Special thanks goes out to ssgohan79, meredithgrey23, Anna Lane, and xxdawnbreakerxx for leaving such awesome reviews for the last chapter! Again, a prize goes out to you for reviewing, this time the prize is an imaginary angel-shaped cookie! (Spikey hair and all)

Now this chapter will be covering the events of "Faith, Hope & Trick." Since I didn't want to just re-type the whole episode that you guys have already seen, I have sorta skipped past it. After this, the events may still be loosely based on cannon but in the end it will be my story (I cannot stand reading stories that just reiterate the episodes and have little deviation). Also, the last little bit of this chapter was pretty fun to write, and I felt kind of evil writing it (Well evil to you readers anyway)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Buffy, but sadly I don't. I am merely a teenager that has too much free time on her hands.

There was something really wiggy with the visions she was having. For one thing, her 'usual' slayer visions it didn't come with the surround sound, nor did it usually feel like that she was actually in the room with the subject of her vision. Buffy could still feel the heat that radiated from the rocky cavern walls.

But it was those last few seconds of the vision last week that really had her weirded out. It was as if they could actually see her. Buffy shook her blonde head, scoffing at the thought. She stopped for a moment; a memory from another vision arose in her mind. When she had called his name, his head had raised. Hell, he even whispered her name as if it were a prayer.

Buffy bit her lip and rose from her bed. She had had a lot going on ever since the new slayer, Faith, had arrived in town along with an ancient vampire named "Kissing toast" or something like that. Not only that, but Principle Snyder had had no choice but to let her back into school so know she was making up for all the tests she had missed.

The hardest thing, however, was trying to move on from Angel. This was easier said than done though as whenever she thought about it, her heart felt like it had been stabbed through by one of her own stakes. It didn't help much either that the visions of Angel were getting more vivid.

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Buffy shook the memories of the visions from her head as she walked down the hallways of Sunnydale High. Her books clutched tightly under her arms and her moss-green gaze trained strictly onto the floor. That is, until she ran into a human wall. Her books landed on the floor with a thud, loose notes finding their way out of the pages and littering the floor.

The slayer looked up and saw Scott Hope, her sort of boyfriend standing there. She stooped to the floor and began to pick up the things that had fallen to the floor and he followed suit. A stream of apologies left her mouth, all becoming jumbled as she spoke so quickly that she doubted that he would be able to make sense of it all. He did however get the gist of what she was trying to say and smiled.

"It should be me that's sorry, I wasn't really paying attention back there," he gave her another grin, "My thoughts were kinda… elsewhere."

Buffy gave a little laugh and nodded, continuing to scoop everything up, "Mine too. But I've been kinda jumpy and distracted all day so some of the blame falls on me."

He's brows furrowed, "You okay?"

"Yeah, just need to get a little more shut eye," she rambled, "You know studying hard and such."

She internally slapped herself. Who ever said that they stayed up all night studying? She should have made something cool up like, 'I was at a party' or 'I snuck out of the house really late'

But Scott smiled again and straightened up, handing her all her things that had been dropped, "Don't worry, I have to do that sometimes too. I'm not exactly known for doing my studying as soon as possible and more known for doing everything the night before it's due."

Buffy smiled, "Okay so you can be King of the Procrastinators, I'll settle for Queen."

"You bet on it. See you later Buffy," he said before walking down the hallway and out of sight. Buffy made her way to the library, feeling slightly better and yet slightly guilty at the same time. She swung open the library doors and was surprised to see Faith sitting on the table, twirling a dagger in one hand.

"Hey, B," said the dark haired slayer, not looking up at Buffy.

"Hey Faith," said Buffy, putting all her books down on the table a bit away from Faith's twirling knife, "Where's Giles?"

Faith shrugged, the knife ever spinning, "Dunno."

Buffy waited for her to elaborate. She didn't, instead she put down the knife and moved to where all the weapons were held. She put the small knife down and picked up an ancient battle-axe. When she turned, Buffy could see the look of excitement in her face.

"Yo, B," she said, swinging the axe around as she moved, "you ever try one of these things?"

The blade whistled through the air as she swung.

"Can't say that I have," said Buffy, eying Faith warily.

"I bet this could cut a vamp's head clean off," said Faith, watching as the blade continued to cut through the air with a whistle, "I am so taking this on patrol tonight."

Buffy knew that there was little she could do to talk Faith out of using the huge battle-axe on tonight's patrol. When Faith's mind was made up, it was made up—no room for compromise.

†

When Buffy got home from patrol, she went through her usual routine. Change into pajamas, Wash face, brush hair, go to bed and then proceed to try not to fall asleep. But as Buffy lay down her head on the soft pillow, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about tonight. In fact, she had been feeling off all day—being jumpy and distracted. She could worry about that tomorrow though, maybe ask Giles if anything hell-mouthy had been going on lately to make her feel on edge.

Buffy closed her eyes…

†

A light breeze wafted through the brightly lit meadow, making the grass ripple. The blonde slayer shifted in her lover's arms as she watched a humming bird zoom past. She sighed and leaned back into his chest, "I never want to leave." She felt him give a light chuckle as he pressed a kiss into her hair. Buffy closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on her face.

No pain, no worries, no heartbreak— she was content, complete.

She felt him move from behind, maneuvering himself until he was right in front of her. With her eyes shut, she could feel his hands ghost up her arms— a feather light touch that sent both shivers and heat up her limbs. Wherever he touched her, the skin there felt like it was on fire— like the nerves had burst into flames.

His fingers, trailed along her chin while she determinately remained still. She could feel the pad of his thumb brushing across her bottom lip— his cool breath fanning across her face, she could sense his lips hovering over her own—hesitating to make contact.

When his lips touched hers— they were cool and surprisingly soft. It took only a heartbeat until her lips began to move with his, her pulse pounding in her ears as the kiss began to become more urgent. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip making him moan.

"Buffy…" a familiar voice whispered in her ear— she froze, her stomach dropping. Buffy hesitantly opened her eyes, looking into a pair of irises that were a deep brown. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth dry, her breathing hitched in her throat,

"…Angel?"

Aren't I evil? -Grins madly-

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