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Chapter 6

This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don't know how it got so bad
Sometimes it's so crazy
That nothing can save me
But it's the only thing that I have- sum 41 "pieces"

They stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity. She couldn't stare at him anymore. His beautiful face.

She abruptly stands up and he quickly follows. Their faces just inches apart, separated by the bars.

The sexual tension is intense and neither can take it anymore. Their mouths collide and arms start to roam the other's body. Neither are sure who made the first move, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that for a brief moment they were in each other's arms.

They finally broke apart due to Buffy's need for air. He cupped her face with his right hand leaving his left arm still wrapped around her small body. Her arms wrapped firmly around his neck. Her eyes had turned to a dark gold which intrigued Angelus immensely.

"Buff.." He sighs as he strokes her face as she breathes heavily. She was so beautiful yet so broken.

She took a deep breath. This was wrong, very wrong. He was a murder. A cold hearted murder. But how could a man so treacherous hold her so tenderly?

Suddenly, they both heard footsteps upstairs and reluctantly Buffy broke apart from him. "I..I.. I have to go." She stuttered and quickly left the room.

Buffy wondered the hotel and found Conner reading a book intently at the research table.

"Reading anything interesting?"

He looked up and quickly shut the book. "Not really."

As Buffy got closer she read the titled of the thick old looking book with gold lettering titled "Order of Aurelius."

Buffy sighed. "Don't believe everything you read."

He's silent for a moment then responses. "You're in here."

She raises an eyebrow at this new found information. It made sense. Even if it was hard to swallow. She was technically Angelus' mate. And his sire was Darla. Making them all part of the order in an unfortunate twist of irony.

"Oh really? Anything good?"

He shrugs and doesn't look at her.

Buffy picks up the book and flips to the end. She stumbles upon a full page picture of her and Angelus. A beautifully drawn portrait. She was dressed in a long red gown leaning against Angelus dressed in black slacks and black button down shirt. They looked amazing together. A beautiful combination of danger and passion.

She didn't know what to say. What was she supposed to say? How could she make him understand? How could she possibly tell him the truth? More importantly would he even believe her?

"Uhh..I was going to go hunt for a little bit.. go slay a few vampires.. ya know nothing exciting... You wanna come?"

He's shocked. Utterly stunned. He knew from what he just read he shouldn't trust her. The Slayer, the woman who was in love with the very kind she swore to kill. But somehow he trusted her. Maybe it was her kind personality or the way she didn't look at him with a mix of disgust and distrust like the others.

He stands up slowly looking at her intently. "Alright.."

And with that the two headed to Los Angeles' local cemeteries, stakes in hand.

Few hours later...

Connor and Buffy had wondered the city of Angels for a few hours killing a few dozen of vampires in their path.

Connor was memorized by the small blonde and her fighting skills. Every move was expertly executed and calculated. The way her body moved and twisted, how she fought vampires three times her size with ease was a sight to see. He didn't know what to make of the Slayer. His father obviously cared for her deeply. Soul or no soul. He wasn't convinced she was fighting for the white hats despite what her duty as a Slayer was.

He wasn't the only one impressed. Buffy could see Angel in his fighting style. He was cunning and articulate in his fighting just as his father was.

They didn't say much to each other. Neither not sure how to speak to the other.

"Well.. the sun is about to come up I guess we should head back." Buffy says quietly.

He nods in agreement. Just as they were leaving a huge bloodcurdling green demon appeared. Dressed in body armor and a mask that looked like a cage on his face, he definitely didn't look the friendly type.

He pulls out a crossbow from what seemed like nowhere and aimed it at Conner. Buffy pushes him out of the way as he fires the arrow causing it to plunge into her stomach and knocking her down.

Conner looks at her stunned at what she had just done. He quickly looks back at where the demon had been but he has disappeared.

Conner swiftly picks up the petite slayer who was withering in pain and carries her to the hotel.

He bursts into the lobby shouting for someone to assist him. Wesley, Giles, Faith, Willow, Fred and Xander all quickly congregated in the lobby.

"Oh dear, what happened?" Giles questioned.

"I..I. I don't know. There was this demon with this.. crossbow.. andddd she pushed me out of the way..." Conner stuttered still cradling Buffy in his arms.

"Lay her down here." Welsey motioned to a coach.

Conner gently laid her down but didn't leave her side. He laid her head in his lap and brushed her hair out of her face.

Wesley looked at the arrow still lodged in the Slayer stomach.

"I didn't want to take it out.. I didn't.. want to hurt her..." He tried to explain.

Wesley nods slightly and looks at Giles. Both former Watchers are unsure what to do.

Mean while downstairs.

Angelus could physically feel her pain as soon as the arrow plunged into her. He was pacing the cage snarling and cursing but stopped when he heard Connor and Buffy arrive. He listened very intently as they spoke. He was growing more and more angry as the conversation went on.

Why the hell would she save his bastard of a son? Sure, she was the Slayer and her job was to protect people. But even Buffy could have exceptions and the love of her life's son with another woman might qualify.

He started to pass back and forth. He had to get to her. He just had to.

Back up stairs.

Two hours had passed and the rest of the gang and AI team has gathered. Buffy's wound still hadn't began to heal. She was barely conscious, her body shaking and her body was burning with a fever.

No one had any answers and it was becoming evident that time was running out.

"She should of started healing by now.." Giles says with a sigh as he polishes his glasses.

Wesley nods in agreement. He tosses another book aside. Their researching of the demon Connor described was going nowhere.

Faith paced back and forth. This wasn't good. Buffy was getting weaker and weaker. Something needed to be done quickly.

"Maybe Angelus knows something..." She suggests.

Cordeila snorts "Oh yeah, because he was so helpful the first time!"

Faith ignores her and looks at Giles. He has no words.

She decides to take initiative and makes her way downstairs to Angelus with Connor following close behind her.

"Well...Well look what we have here. A second rate Slayer and my bastard son!"

Faith ignores him. "We need your help."

Angelus raises an eyebrow. "Oh really and what is it this time? The world needs saving again? Need some more useless information?"

Faith shakes her head. "It's Buffy.."

Angelus keeps a straight cold face. "What makes you think I would help you?"

"Because you love her." Conner response calmly.

Angelus laughs harshly. "You don't know what you are talking about, boy. I'm a demon. I don't love woman. I fuck them. And that little blonde Slayer..well she was something else in bed I'll tell you that much."

Faith sighs in frustration. "Buffy was struck by an poisonous arrow from a big green demon dressed in body armor. Sound familiar?"

Angelus shakes his head. He honestly has no idea. "A poison arrow huh? Maybe you're behind this ? Isn't that your thing?"

Faith shakes her head, the painful memories flashing in her head. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt B."

He looks at the sincerity on her face and feels that he can believe her.

"Let me out of this cage and I can see what I can do."

It's now Faith's turn to laugh. "You think I'm stupid, huh?"

Angelus looks at her blankly. "I'll give her some of my blood... not enough to turn her but enough to keep her alive till a cure can be found. "

Faith shakes her head. "And then what? You kill us all? Thanks, but no thanks."

"Suite yourself. But it's her blood on your hands now."

Faith stares at him for a moment and hastily heads back upstairs leaving Connor by himself.

Angelus looks at the boy. Really looking at him for the first time since he had returned. He was without a doubt his offspring. Tall, dark hair, chiseled face. But his eyes were bright green... just like Buffy's. Now that he thought about, the boy did give a sort of aura similar to Buffy's. The soul was too busy to ever give it much thought. Then it hit him like a flash of lightening.

" She saved you, huh." He says as a statement not a question.

Connor nods. "Yeah.. I don't know why."

"I do...Because mothers protect their children."

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