Eek! I just noticed an inconsistency in chapter 2! It says that when her parents died, she'd only been the Slayer for a few weeks. I mean months! I just don't know how to change a chapter so please just keep that in mind. Thanks! And the whole burning down their house, please keep in mind that I only recently finished season 7.

Sorry for the late update. School started a few weeks ago.

Things are in Ivy's point of view now!

"Ivy!" I jolt awake. Angel is standing over me. I unknowingly cringe. His mood visibly becomes sadder.
"Angel! Hi. How long was I asleep?" I ask him unsteadily, standing up.
"I don't know. It's barely nightfall. I figured you wouldn't want to have a demon take a bite out of you."
"Oh." I say awkwardly.
"Did you have a bad dream?"
"More like a bad memory."
He winces. "Which one?"
"The second time we met."
He winces. "Sorry about that."
"It wasn't you. It was Angelus."
He smiles gratefully. "So why aren't you patrolling with Buffy?"

He notices everything. "I don't really like being around people that much. I don't know why."
"I do."
"Oh?"
"You just appeared in another time. You're overwhelmed. Give it time. You'll get used to it."
"Have you?" I ask.
"Depends on the day." He says.
I smile. "Well, I should probably patrol…"
"Yeah. I'll just…" He takes a step back. I nod and turn away.

After a few minutes my wait is rewarded. I'm passing a grave when a hand shoots out of it dramatically.
"For the love of…" I hate it when they're dramatic. I stand in front of the grave impatiently as I wait for it to rise. Still, it's not really fast. Maybe its foot is stuck on a root.
"Are you going to be out soon?" I ask it. It looks at me. I raise my eyebrow. "Well? 'Cause I'm dying for a staking."
It doesn't answer.
"God, your dull." I mutter and sit down, bored. About five minutes later, he finally makes it to the surface.
"Good. You're finally out." I help him up.
"It'll be the last thing you ever see." He growls and uses my hand to pull me down. I use the momentum to push into a roll, then stand up and kick him in the back. He whirls around and throws a punch at me. I duck and kick his legs out from under him. He falls, hard. I jump onto his chest and hold the stake to is chest.
"Well, it's been fun, but really, you need a personality booster." I say and stab downward. He explodes into dust.
"Oh, God, I'm making witty remarks before I slay. I'm turning into Buffy." It's weird. I try to picture how my mother would react and chuckle. One vampire down, who-knows how many to go. It better be a lot. I'm in a bad mood.

That night I'm a bit late, so I silently slip in through the door. I move up the stairs, taking care to avoid the side that creaks. To my surprise, when I walk into the guest bedroom, Buffy is sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
"Buffy! I didn't think you'd wait for me. Is something wrong?"
She smiles. "No. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You know, slaying and all of that."
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I know that this is about my brother. I know, he's probably dead. I'm fine though, really."
"Okay. Whatever you say." She says and reluctantly leaves.
I'd better get to sleep. School's tomorrow. Ah, another day of pretending to understand everything. This should be fun.

"What? Is that all you got?" I taunted the vampire that was lying on the ground. "Really? You need to keep up your physique." I ran forward and dusted it. Way. Too. Easy.

I'd been really anxious ever since Angelus said he'd come back for me. So far, three months later, he hadn't returned. Time doesn't change the fact that every night I saw his face in my dreams and would wake up screaming. Will's getting worried about me.
Then I heard a scream. I sprinted towards it. A vampire was biting a woman's neck. I ran forward and shoved him off of her. Good, he hadn't had much blood. "Run!" I shouted at her. She didn't need to be told twice.
I turned to the vampire. He had eyes and hair as black as coal. I recognized him. "Angelus."
"Ivy. I hoped you might come if you heard a scream. You've been screaming too, haven't you?"
How did he know? "No." I bluffed easily.
He smirked. "That's a lie. I hear you. Every night."
"Oh, so you're a stalker too, now?"
"I'm not a stalker, exactly. More like a… predator watching it's prey."
"That's a stalker, genius."
He smirked. I shot out my fist in a punch, but he caught it. "I thought we were talking." He said, spinning my arm around and pinning me to his chest.
"Key word. Were." I replied and broke free of his hold. I jumped up and kicked his chest, making him fall back. He jumped back up easily.

"Pretty good, Slayer." He said.

"I'm not even getting started." I kicked his chest, but he caught my foot before it could reach his target. He pushed me to the ground and straddled me.
"Don't kid yourself. You're only just beginning." He said, grinning. "I've had a hundred years of experience and you? You've had a few months. Compared to me, that's pathetic. I could kill you in no time."
"Then why haven't you yet?" I taunted, despite the advantage he held.
"Because where would be the fun in that?"
"Wh-what do you mean?" I stuttered.

"Well, I need to torture you a bit first. You know, the usual."

I kicked him off of me and rolled to the side before he could grab me again. He was up almost immediately and pinned me against the wall, holding my throat.

I wake up screaming.

"So, what's up with you and Oz?" I ask Willow with a smirk as we walk to chemistry.

"What? Nothing."

"So you're trying to tell me that there's no sparkage? None at all?"
"Well, maybe some sparkage."

"I knew it! You can tell by the way you look at each other."
"It's that obvious?"
"Yes! Oh, so, what are we going to do for Buffy's birthday?"

"We're having a surprise party at the Bronze. I'm bringing Oz."

"Really? Buffy will have Angel, You'll have Oz, and Giles will have Ms. Calendar. Is there anyone other than me who doesn't have a date?"
"Well, Xander and Cordelia aren't going together, so you're not alone." Her face becomes disgusted. "Eugh! Xander and Cordelia! Bad mental images."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." I say grinning.

"What?"

"You and Oz!" I squeal. She smiles.

"I know."

"So, Xander, you going solo to Buffy's party?" I ask him, smirking.

"Yeah, why? You're not thinking…"

"No. No. I was just making sure I'm not the only single person in this bloody town.

Something like guilt flits across his face. "You're not alone."

"What a relief. I mean, it's kind of embarrassing. Even Giles has a date! Kind of, I mean, yeah, he didn't 'ask her' and all, but it's obvious."

"Yeah."

No witty comeback from Xander? Okay, something is definitely wrong. "Xander, what's up?"

"Huh?"

"What's with the whole guilt-trippy thing?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem all guilty."

"It's nothing."

"Whatever."

We crouch in different spots throughout the Bronze.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. Maybe they ran into something."

"Not helping, Ivy."

"Whatever."

"Sh! I think I hear something!"

We all get quiet and listen. It sounds like a fight outside.

"Angel, maybe you and I should-"

CRASH!

Buffy and a vampire come crashing through the window. Quickly, she stakes it.

Oblivious to it all, Cordelia pops up from her hiding spot. "Surprise!"

Jenny comes rushing in carrying a box. "What's that?"

She looks at me. "I don't know, but the vampires seemed pretty desperate to protect it."

Buffy looks around. "What is all this."

Willow replies, "It's for you. You know, birthday and everything."

"You guys did all of this for me?" We nod. "Thank you."

"Um, guys," I say, "I really, honestly do hate to break up this special birthday moment, but shouldn't we focus on the box."

Xander shoots me a death glare but Giles agrees. "Yes, Ivy's right. We should be focusing on the box."

"Okay." Buffy says, moving away. She goes to the box and pries it open, revealing an arm. A big muscled blue arm. A big muscled blue arm that jumps out of the box and begins to strangle Buffy.

"No!" Angel shouts and the two of us rush forward and pry it off of her throat and into the box.

"What. Was. That." I say.

Giles and Angel exchange a look.

"Was it…" Giles begins.

"Yes. I think so."

"Was it what?" Buffy asks impatiently.

"The Judge."

"The huh?"

"The Judge. Demon. It's said that his touch can burn a mortal to a crisp."

"So, what? We slice and dice."

"No mortal weapon can kill him."

"Oh. I still don't think he's that threatening, you know, seeing as he's an arm."

I can hear the annoyance in Giles' voice. "It's only part of him. They eventually cut him into pieces."

"Oh."

Sorry for the horrible ending. Review!