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The moon began its descent into day, and Angel walked Buffy home. They kissed
under the light of the moon, their lips passionately declaring devotion.
They promised to meet the next night, and Buffy slipped inside her house.
As she headed for the stairs, she found her path blocked by the bathrobe
clad form of her mother. Her mother's face was a study of displeasure. Her
mouth pulled down into a scowl, and her arms crossed angrily in front of
"Where have you been?" her mother asked.
"I was out," answered Buffy tiredly, in no mood for a fight.
"I have been worried sick. You have a curfew you know."
"Well I'm sorry. I don't have a watch. I lost track of time. It won't happen
again." Buffy turned to climb up the stairs, but stopped when her mother's
angry tirade began.
"Don't you DARE go upstairs, Buffy Summers. I am NOT through with you yet.
You will turn and face me when I talk to you, and you will show a little
respect. I am sick and tired of dealing with your teenage angst. You are
going to shape up or pay the price. And you are going to stop sneaking around
behind my back." Buffy opened her mouth to protest but her mother cut her
off. "I saw you with that boy, the one you said goes to the college. Angel.
I saw you kiss him on the doorstep. What is wrong with you? He is WAY too
old for you." Buffy briefly considered telling her mother exactly how much
older Angel was but decided against that kamikaze plan.
"I am old enough to take care of myself, Mother. I will date whoever I want.
Besides you don't even know Angel. He's a very sweet, kind person."
"You are not old enough to take care of yourself. As long as you live under
my roof, you'll do as I say. And I forbid you to date that boy." The
pair's voices were getting louder and louder as tempers flared.
"You can't stop me." screamed Buffy. "I love him, and he loves me!"
"You're being childish. You don't even know what love is. You're too young
"Why is everyone telling me that today? How do you know what I feel? You
make me sick!" Buffy screamed. "Get out of my way. I'm going to my
room." She roughly pushed past her mother and entered her room, slamming
the door behind her. She could hear her mother scream from behind the door.
"You are grounded, young lady. You are to come straight home from school
every day for a week. And no phone! No going out with your friends, and no
Bronze!" Buffy threw a pillow as hard as she could against the wall, sending
feathers flying. It just wasn't fair. She flung herself down on the bed;
grown-ups didn't understand anything. She hugged her stuffed teddy bear to
her chest and wallowed for a while in self-pity. She had to spend all her
time fighting the most horrible things the world could offer, then she had
to go to school, and try to act like a normal kid. It wasnt fair. "Nobody
understands me," she pouted. She almost let out a hysterical giggle thinking
that if her mom got this mad because she thought that Angel was a couple
years older, just imagine what she would do if she found out Angel was a
vampire. The giggle died on her lips, and she began to cry softly. She hated
fighting with her mom. Every day it was a temptation to tell her mom all
about being the Slayer. She wanted to trust her mom with all her secrets.
But that wouldn't be fair either. She knew her mom couldn't handle it, so
she protected her as much as she could. Holding it all inside was better
than hurting her mom, she just wished there was some way she wouldn't have
to do either.
Buffy lay on her bed, and finally fell into exhausted sleep on her tear-dampened
After Angel dropped Buffy off at her house, he trudged home. He knew that
they had to talk about his vampire side. But it would be so easy to just
try to ignore it. Of course he could never really forget it. Every second
of every night it tormented him. But he would rather she not think about
it. He would rather she could just pretend that she was dating a normal human.
He shook his head angrily. That was no good either. They had to talk about
it. She had to understand the danger that always prickled right beneath his
But it had hurt to tell her those things tonight, to let her see the bloodlust.
He had been so afraid when she mentioned him lusting after her blood. So
afraid that his answer would disgust her. But she hadn't turned away. He
had seen the spark of doubt in her eyes, but she had swallowed it. She would
stick with him through anything, he could see it in her eyes. Just knowing
that she loved him sent him spinning. That she could accept him, care about
him. It was unbelievable. It was amazing. It was what made his life worth
Angel reached his apartment and unlocked the door. Dawn was coming soon.
Time to sleep. Not that he had a coffin or anything to get into. In fact
he didn't even have to sleep during the day. Vampires didn't need much sleep
at all actually. But sleeping was a great way to kill the boredom of being
stuck inside all day. Reading was good too, but sleeping was best. The hours
simply melted away when you slept. He slipped inside his apartment and froze.
There was someone there. At least one vampire, maybe more. He could sense
them. It had been awhile since any vamps had attacked him in his home. Actually
since Darla, no one had entered the apartment. He wracked his brain. *Darla's
dead, so who could it be?* Angel felt his face transform as his anger rose.
A deep growl rumbled from his throat.
"You know what I hate?" he asked loudly. "When monsters invade my personal
space; I REALLY hate that." Two vampires drifted from the shadows in answer
to his voice. "Only two?" he asked. Keeping his back to the wall and a nonchalant
grin on his face, Angel prepared himself for a fight.
"We did not come to kill you, Angelus," said one of the vampires, a tall
man with jet black hair curling down around his shoulders. He was muscular,
not muscle-bound but powerful looking.
"This time," hissed the other vampire, moving in closer to Angel. The vampire
was smaller, her light brown hair cut short in a pixie cut that framed her
small boned face. At first glance Angel would have said she was cute, reminding
him of a figure skater of gymnist. However, the look in her eyes was anything
but cute. Angel swallowed a gasp as he stared into a black gaze that projected
pure hatred. Evil emanated from her like a scent. She ran her hand
down his cheek and he shuddered, pulling away from her. "The Anointed One
wants us to give you a message," she said.
"What, my answering machine wasn't working?" Angel asked flippantly. His
mind worked feverishly. He thought he could take the big guy, and normally
the woman would have been a breeze. But her touch had scared him. It made
his skin crawl with fear. She wasn't very impressive looking, but he could
feel the power rolling off her. She could have rivaled the Master. He looked
into her eyes, they were completely empty of emotion. Dead eyes. "Why are
you taking orders from anyone?" he asked.
She hissed at him. It seemed to be a sore point. "I'll take orders for now.
But things may change in the future." She stared at the tall man. "Give him
the message" she ordered.
The tall man grabbed Angel's hair before he had a chance to react and banged
his head against the wall. Stars exploded in Angel's vision, but he had the
presence of mind to kick out with one leg while he jabbed the man as hard
as he could in the throat. The man gasped, loosening his grip on Angel's
hair. Angel's vision had begun to clear, but he knew he would have a nasty
headache all day. He was beginning to get severely pissed. He threw the man
against the wall and was about to do the same to the smaller woman. Before
he could throw her, she raised her hands and he felt himself frozen. "Enough!"
she screamed. "Put me down." Angel obeyed. He had no choice; he had lost
control of her body. "Forgive Daniel," she said, nodding towards the man
who was picking himself up off the floor. "This was not supposed to happen.
I will give you the message, and we will leave you in peace. The Anointed
One says that your relationship with the Slayer is an abomination. You are
forbidden to continue this relationship, and in penance for this sin you
must bring her dead body to the Anointed One within three days. If you fail,
every vampire in this city will hunt you down until you have been
With that the two vampires slipped away into the sewer system that ran beneath
the apartment. Angel stared at the wall for a moment. Just what he needed,
threats from his fellow vampires, ultimatums. *This is absolutely great,*
he thought, *as if being in a relationship isn't hard enough.*
* * * * * * *
Buffy woke up to the blaring of her alarm. She groaned and hit the snooze
button. When the alarm rang again five minutes later, she sat up in her bed.
She had fallen asleep fully dressed. She struggled to remember last night's
events as she stared at her wildly knotted hair in the mirror. It came back
to her in a rush. Angel, the beautiful little lake, and a huge fight with
her mom. She decided she would rather not have remembered the last part.
She dragged herself through the motions of getting ready for school and rode
silently with her mom towards another exciting day at Sunnydale High. She
was almost late for her first class so she didn't get to see Willow and Xander
until they met in the library for their free third period.
"Hi, Buffy," Willow chirped as Buffy entered the dark confines of the library.
She motioned for Buffy to sit down next to her and began pumping her for
details. "So? How was your date with Angel?" Buffy glanced round the library,
but didn't see the menfolk anywhere. She sighed happily remembering the feel
of Angel's arms around her.
"It was so wonderful. He took me to his secret place and we sat and talked...and
kissed. He told me that he loves me."
"It's so romantic," Willow sighed.
"Yeah, well it gets less romantic." Buffy said bitterly. "When I got home
my mom had seen us kissing on the porch, and she totally wigged out. She
thinks Angel's too old for me. So now I'm grounded."
"Parents just don't understand," said Willow sympathetically.
'You know what my mom really won't understand is if she finds out what he
"How would she find out?"
"She won't if I can help it. But for now I have to sneak out to see Angel."
"What's this about sneaking?" Xander asked as he walked out of the stacks.
"I can sneak."
"Nothing much," said Buffy. "I'm just going to have to sneak out to meet
Angel tonight, that's all...it's a whole being grounded thing."
"You're seeing Angel again tonight?!" Xander demanded.
"It's nothing." Xander said. Then he corrected himself. "I mean just how
close are you going to get to this guy?! Because soul or not, he's still
"I know that, Xander," Buffy said angrily.
"Hey, I'm just looking out for you," replied Xander. But everyone in the
room knew that wasn't the whole truth. It was more jealousy than anything.
Buffy glared at Xander, and he hated himself a little for doing what he was
about to; but he couldn't stop. "Are you going to sleep with him?" he asked
"Xander!" Willow exclaimed.
"That is SO none of your business," Buffy retorted angrily.
"Well, have you thought about it? He's an older man, that's what older men
want. You already kissed a corpse. Would you have sex with one too?"
"SHUT UP, just shut up," Buffy yelled. "You don't know him. He's not like
that at all." She picked up a book and threw it at Xander with all her strength.
It flew just wide of his face. "You're supposed to be my friend," she hissed.
"God, Xander, what's wrong with you?" asked Willow angrily.
"I'm sorry that I don't feel for you the way you feel for me," Buffy continued.
"But don't take your jealousy out on me or Angel. If you can't handle it
then you aren't really my friend and I don't want you around," she said coldly.
Xander took a step towards Buffy, who was shaking with anger. He reached
out a hand to touch her, but she pulled away.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry," he whispered
as he walked out of the library. Willow stood shocked, unable to believe
that her two best friends had practically torn each other's heads off right
in front of her. She walked over to Buffy and hugged her tightly as Buffy
cried. At that moment Giles walked in.
"Wh..What's wrong with Xander?" he asked. He stared for a moment at Buffy
sobbing in Willow's arms. "I take it there was a fight?"
"You could say that," answered Willow, "if you were really into understatement."
Giles reached behind his desk and pulled out a box of tissues.
"I'm going to make some coffee," he said. "Does anyone want a cup?" Buffy
shook her head while blowing her nose, and Willow didn't drink coffee. Willow
led Buffy over to chair and gave her a fresh Kleenex.
"I'm sorry, Will, I usually don't fall apart like this."
"You haven't been getting enough sleep lately, and Xander was being a total
jerk. He's usually not like that," Willow answered.
"I know. I have to meet with Angel at night, but I don't get to sleep
during the day." She smiled weakly. "Just another benefit of dating a local
vampire boy." She touched Willow's hand gently and looked into her friend's
eyes. "Am I doing the right thing, Willow? Everyone else seems to think I'm
crazy for doing this." Willow squeezed Buffy's hand gently and smiled
"If Xander loved me, then nothing could keep me way from him. If he was a
vampire I would still love him." Willow said. Buffy almost sighed with relief.
At least one person understood how she felt. *But poor Willow, it must be
so hard for her to carry that secret.*
"Willow, I think you should tell Xander how you feel." Buffy was beginning
to shake off her sadness in her eagerness to help her friend. Willow shook
her head firmly, negatively.
"After all this? Not a good idea. You think I want to screw up our friendships
"One day?" Buffy asked.
"Maybe," answered Willow doubtfully. Buffy shook her head, grabbed Willow's
hand and squeezed it encouragingly. Buffy knew that Willow was in pain too.
She thanked her lucky stars that she and Angel were together. No matter how
hard being together was, she knew that unrequited love would be worse. She
couldn't imagine trying to live without Angel. They had tried to stay apart,
but love was too strong. It drew them together, and neither of them could
resist. Neither of them really wanted to resist. *Soul mates,
Buffy and Angel.* Buffy sighed, she knew they were meant for each other.
"Willow?" Buffy asked. "Have you ever thought that maybe you aren't meant
for Xander? That maybe he's not the guy for you. Because there are
other guys out there." Willow shook her head slowly.
"It doesn't matter if Xander doesn't feel the same way I do. I can't help
loving him. If Angel wasn't in love with you, would you just give up on
"Touché" Buffy conceded. "Come on, we have to go to class. I don't
think I can handle getting detention today." The girls walked toward class,
talking of boys.
"Do they ever talk of anything else?" Giles wondered to himself as he watched