Buffy scanned the cemetery, searching for the vampire she knew was there. He was close, she could feel him. There was an energy that rediated from hi, a power she that echoed deep inside her. He was strong, very strong. The fight would not be easy.
She focused all her attention on him, blocking out every sound, every sight that would distract her attention from him. There was silence as she concentrated solely on him. She could sense his presence surrounding her. For a moment she was overwhelmed. She had never felt this way during a hunt. She had complete confidence in her abilities to destroy the undead. The only time she had ever felt fear this great was during her fight against the Master. But somehow this feeling of dread was greater than that. For the fisrt time she truly doubted herself. How could she fight someone so strong?
But she had to fight. Somehow she had to find the power inside herself to defeat hhim. She stopped, closing her eyes, and focused on him. She heard a whisper of sound and she turned to face her foe.
She gasped, suprised, when she saw Angel emerge form the shadows. When, finally, her heart stopped racing uncontrollably she stepped forward to greet him. But the words of welcome died on her lips.
There was something different about him. She knew it as sure as she knew the sun would rise in the morning. As she and Angel stood there watching each other, she knew something had changed. None of the things she usually associated with Angel; safety, security, love, none of those thngs were present. In it's place was something darker, something dangerous.
Her other indication that all was not well was the look in his eyes. She wasn't sure it was hate, but she knew for a fact it wasn't love. His eyes were imapssive, but behind the indifference was something predatory. It scared her.
Buffy took a step back and Angel smiled at her obvious distress. But when she looked up she realized smile was too nice a word for the expression on his face. It was more a baring of fangs, his lips curled in enjoyment of her fear. It was then that she realized what was going on.
She reached for the stake in the sleeve of her jacket, holding it in her hand, taking comfort in it's presence. Holding the tool of her trade in her hand she felt faintly reassured that if something happened she would be ready. She looked back up at Angel, who was watching her intently. She wanted to speak, to find out what had gone wrong, but she couldn't find the words. Watching him watch her, the eyes, the face she spent so much time dreaming about she felt some of her resistance face away. But not all.
As he walked toward her, each step slow and graceful, she found words weren't the only thing that had abandoned her. Watching him warily, she found that all her instincts had left her. She could only stand there as he came to her, his eyes darkening with some unidentifiable emotion. Her mind went blank, her body went numb. Everything she had learned as the Slayer fled. She was now a normal girl, scared, confused and helpless. She knew what was coming.
She closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable, wishing he would be swift killing her. But he didn't. His next moves surprised her.
Angel reached her and lifted a hand to touch her cheek. Buffy, not expecting the contact, closed her eyes and leaned into the familiar caress. She felt Angel take her face in his hands, felt him lean down close to her. When his lips touched hers she gasped at the sensation and Angel took full advantage. As he deepened the kiss, Buffy wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, losing herself in his warmth. His hands slid down her body, slowly, searchingly, before he wrapped his arms arund her waist and pulled her into him. They stood there together, lost in each others arms, their passion rising.
Buffy didn't resist when Angel pulled her down to lay on the ground, didn't protest when he undid the buttons of her shirt. She cried out, her voice echoing in the silence of the graveyard, when his lips closed around her lace-clad nipple, sucking gently. She couldn't stop him, didn't really want to, when he removed the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and vunerable to his eyes. She let out a moan of protest when he moved away from her. He returned a moment later, as naked as she, and laid down beside her. She reached for him impatiently, eager to feel him inside her. But he just smiled. He had plans and he was going to take his time executing them.
Angel placed one quick kiss on her parted lips before making his way down her body. He paused only to suck gently on her nipples, moving on quickly when Buffy's moans of pleasure increased. His lips trailed down her stomach, his tongue dipping inside her navel before reaching it's final destination. Buffy cried out when Angel's tongue slipped inside her, his lips covering the point of all her pleasure. For moments on end he lingered there, drinking from her center. And soon Buffy's body exploded in pleasure.
Angel wasted no time as he moved up her body and plunged deeply into her. He held still as her body still rocked from her previous orgasm. Buffy felt a moments pain, but it was soon forgotten. When her trembles subsided he moved inside her.
Buffy reacted with every bit of passion left in her body. Wrapping her legs around his waist she rose up to meet him thrust for thrust. She had a brief thought that maybe they shouldn't be doing this. She recalled, through the foggy haze of desire, that something was wrong. But as Angel's mouth found hers, she ignored her thoughts. With one final thrust, Angel drove deep and they both cried out as ecstasy overtook them.
Buffy was so caught up in the sensations that she'd forgotten that she was supposed to fear this vampire, forgotten that this was not her Angel. She'd been so lost that never qestioned as his questing mouth journeyed to her neck, never noticed his face shift, never noticed his fangs extend. It was only when his teeth pierced her smooth flesh, his fangs sinking deep, that she remembered she had to fight back.
As Angel fed from her, slowly draining the blood from her body, she gripped the once forgotten stake she still held in her hand and, with every ounce of strength she had left, plunged it through his back and into his heart. And as his dust settled over her, she closed her eyes and let death take her away.
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Buffy awoke from the nightmare slowly. She sat up in bed and was assaulted by images of she and Angel wrapped naked in each other's arms, Angel plunging his fangs into her neck, her ramming the stake into his heart. She felt tears well up in her eyes as she remembered Angel's death, her lifeless body covered in his ashes and the pleasure they'd shared just before. But she refused to cry. Lying back down, she closed her eyes, willing oblivion back. After moments of trying, sleep finally rose to claim her and, as she felt herself drift away, she whispered that it was just a dream.