The cold sensation of realisation had crept upon Buffy earlier, the undeniable truth that she and Angel loved each other couldn’t be hidden any more, and she could no longer lie to herself. It took an enemy’s resurgence in Sunnydale to bring the issue to the surface, drawing out the obvious – but what appeared blatant to Spike had been gleamed over by all others, accepting the lie, even Buffy had accepted it. But Spike’s words shattered that peaceful equilibrium between reality and covered feelings, and now Buffy knew she couldn’t see her love any more – it was too hard to live the lie.

 

Buffy felt the anger inside of her it was gnawing away at her heart, the pain of having to leave Angel was torturous enough, but the horrible truth to be spat at her by Spike made it worse. She wandered the streets of Sunnydale, even the graveyards; she killed and fought and fought and killed. Nothing could get rid of the anger she was feeling. The pent up rage was beginning to boil and whilst throwing punches and lashing out was failing to bring it to simmer she began to cry. The tears fell down her face and her body slumped to the ground.

 

Buffy would have stayed that way forever had it not been for the break in the silence – a whisper of approaching music, and her eyes slowly lifted to see the ever-recognisable blacked-out-windows old worn down DeSoto driving toward her. She instantaneously knew it was Spike and the fury began to crack, her desire to kill him overwhelmed her, desperation to make him feel the pain she felt flooded through her, and within seconds she was on her feet and bounding toward the approaching car. Buffy had her hand clenched tight around a stake resting in her pocket as she ran toward the car.

 

The music blared through his car, as Spike grinned, happier now than when had came to Sunnydale. He hated the town, it bore nothing but bad memories, and he was more than glad to be leaving. ‘Getting the sodding hell outta this town and hopefully never bloody well coming back!’ He thought as he drove, to the pounding music.

 

A sudden bang had the whole car shuddering. Spike slammed the breaks on causing the whole car to go screeching to a halt. The absence of blood in the air, had him terrified of what had hit the car, worried that some creature was attacking, the chaos demon perhaps that Drusilla had been so fond of. He reached out and turned the music off, ears pricked for the slightest sound of an attack. However after a few moments of the motionless calm of the night, Spike just shrugged it off and continued driving.

 

Partially aware that something wasn’t quite right, he left the music off, leaving his keen sense of hearing to catch the scrapes and scuffs coming from the roof of his car. Driving faster he listened as something clung on to the metal. A clunk sound came as he sped as fast as the old car would go, and then in one final desperate attempt to lose the unwelcome hitch hiker, he grabbed the steering wheel, spinning the car to a final grinding stop.

 

He groaned as he slid from the car, cracking his neck in agitation and preparing for a fight. Turning around and growling, he hissed out to the intruder. “Alright mate, let’s make this q…” His voice trailed off as his brows pulled together and his eyes looked out over the vacant car. “What the…”

 

Buffy who had been using her slayer skills to hang on to the speeding vehicle, had slid through the passenger window just as Spike had left the car, silently and quickly. Manoeuvring into his seat, she flicked an angry glare over her shoulder looking through the mucked window to get her aim, as she tugged her seat belt and put it on.

 

Spike remained oblivious to the young blonde slayer, as he inspected the damages done to his car, his hands trailing over the metal that had become a part of him. As the car began to move under his fingers however, he was quick to realise he had been duped into leaving his seat.

 

The furious slayer had the car powering away, leaving Spike none too pleased and chasing after his favoured car. Paint chips from the scratched roof still on his fingers as he moped in anger, being forced to chase his own car. It was her turn now, to pull on the wheel, turning and driving the car straight into the wide-eyed, feral growling creature.

 

As he stared through the windscreen while the car hurtled toward him, he saw the unmistakable features of the slayer, her slick moves and scent obvious to him now. The car hit him hard in the side in his attempts to dodge the infuriated girl. He lay crumpled on his side, the hard tarmac had been an unpleasant landing, and he spat blood from his burst lip, but his bruising body wasn’t enough to slow him. “What the hell do you think you’re playing at, Slayer?” he roared at the girl.

 

Buffy stomped out of the car, slamming her feet down firmly with each step until she was right above him, looking down on the beast. She gave him a sharp and foul kick in the chest and watched as he rolled over in pain. “I’m not playing Spike. What you said tonight…” She trailed off and Spike looked at her right then to see the tears welling in her eyes. Spike could tell she was hurting. “You’re an asshole Spike.” She said eventually lifting the toes of her shoe to hit him gruffly in the jaw.

 

The blood trickled from his mouth and he just lurched forward suddenly and grabbed her foot taking her by surprise he could hear her breath hitch as he pulled her to the ground. Her back smacked against the hard concrete and she gasped with the sudden hit. Pulling himself up, he knelt over her, eyes threatening to glow amber as he glowered down on her. “Look slayer, Dru broke it off with me, so there’s good in hurting me. You want to try and kill me on the other hand, I guess we can fight, but I am not in the sodding mood for a crybaby slayer to take her pain out on me.”

 

He stared Buffy hard in her eyes - his were full of sincerity and sorrow. Buffy turned away from him. “Do you hear me, slayer?” He said reaching out and grabbing her jaw, turning her face to look at him, her pouted lips and tear stricken face still etched with suffering, and rage. “So do you want a bloody fight or are you going to let me sod off out of here?”

 

Buffy jerked her head from his grasp and rolled away from the vampire. She stood and looked at him coldly. “You have no idea what Angel and I have been through.”

 

‘This is going to be one sodding long night.’ Spike moaned inwardly, as he dragged himself up to his feet, to once again glare down at the girl. “Right yeah… I had to watch that wanker tease and taunt me with Dru, I wound up stuck in a sodding wheelchair and that’s only recently, pet. Think that prat just started the fun here in Sunnyhell?” He smirked and tilted his head a little. “Come on pet, think I’d be so quick to put him in the ground if I didn’t have a hundred years worth of him pissing me off? You really think I’d go to you, a slayer, for a few dirty looks at Dru?”

 

It still hurt, every time he said her name, the pain rang out through his numbing body – reminding him he wasn’t quite dust, not yet. But the tears were still lying there, although dormant since the violence in Sunnydale, they were still there, waiting for an excuse to pour. “Dru and I were together for over a hundred years. We weren’t supposed to end you know! And funny thing is she thinks I’m in love with you!” Spike began to mutter as he tried to hold the tears back, attempting to force the anger to the front of his emotions, keeping a hard glare on the girl before him. “So forgive me if I don’t pity you and wallow with you over your failed love with Angel, ‘cause honestly pet, I couldn’t give a fuck. Now would you please let me piss off?”

 

Spike quickly turned on his heels, striding toward his car, when suddenly a knife blade goes spinning past him. The knife narrowly missing his stomach forces him to turn around and stare wildly at the demented slayer. “Nice shot slayer, cut me real deep.” He smirked a little as his hand splayed across his stomach.

 

“I never miss an aim.” Buffy replied cockily, allowing her lips to curl into a smile.

 

Spike turns to follow the path of the knife, to see it had gone right past him and down into the back wheel of his car, the knife firmly sticking out and air escaping quickly from the gap. “You’re one bloody annoying bitch, you know that?” Buffy stares at Spike closed mouthed. “What the fuck is it then?” Spike screams in the air. The reclusive slayer stood unmoving. “Tell me why the hell you won’t just let me leave this sodding hell hole. Are you planning on killing me anytime soon ‘cause please love, if you are hurry it up, ‘cause I’m getting really pissed now.”

 

“Feeling angry? You’re not close to how I’ve been feeling since you walked away from Angel and I. After what you said to us? And I, I had to act like I was sad around Angel - when really the rage was tearing me apart inside. You ruined it for me.”

 

“Ruined? Oh bloody hell, are you seriously going to give me this crap? Slayer, you two are in love, love: that means you can’t just buddy around and be chums for the rest of your lives. Do I have to keep teaching you this?”

 

“We were happy.”

 

“You weren’t bloody happy! The two of you were in agony, staring at each other, loving one another when all you really wanted to do was fuck his brains out!”

 

Buffy punched him solidly across the face. Biting his lower lip he looks up at the enraged girl. “Don’t ever say that. I love Angel and we were happy.”

 

“Is this some little delusion you have going? Am I not getting through to you? Seriously what part of ‘love isn’t brains’ did you not understand? Please let me know so I can help you and leave!” Buffy punched him again, this one pounding more than the last, his flesh bruising on contact causing a momentary shift of his features. “Ow! What the hell have I done now?”

 

“Don’t dare believe that you are above me, or that you are teaching me. You’re not.”

 

“You’re right. Maybe I should just kill you to end my bloody agony!” Spike grabbed hold of Buffy’s neck, punching him she tried to free herself, but Spike steadfast refused to let his grip loosen. Allowing his hands to tighten around Buffy, he watched as she began to choke, the pain grasping her tighter than Spike. Buffy screwed her face up and wriggled to get out of his hold.

 

Though her attempts were feeble and getting weaker, Spike was growing impatient with her movement. Hands clasped around her neck, he dragged her body the inches that separated them from the car before throwing her down onto the hood of the car. He quickly trapped her body between his and the hood, her legs trapped as he grabbed hold of her wrists forcing them downward until she was firmly pinned beneath him. Spike leaned in and allowed his vampire features to come forth. “About bloody time, you’ve finally shut up.”

 

“I don’t even care if you kill me anymore. The anger will go away and the hurt and the love, do it, kill me.” She wept more, longing for Spike just to end the hurting inside of her.

 

“What and make you happy? No bloody way, not after the hell you’ve just put me through slayer.”

 

“What are you going to do, leave me to die of starvation? The sun will come up you know. You can’t keep me here forever.”

 

“Starvation, hmm, that is good. But I was thinking of something a little quicker.” Spike quickly dipped his head down to lick along Buffy’s supple neck, the blood coursing through her veins calling out to him. Moving backward he grinned as he looked down on her with fangs bared, she squirmed beneath him as he closed in on her. “Something that will take all my pain away.”

 

“No. Spike I want you to get off me. Please. Just get off!” She whimpered beneath him. His lewd grin terrifying her a little and wanting desperately to be free from his grasp, or at least for him to bury his fangs in her and have done with it.

 

“Oh hell that sounds good, love, keep it up. The sound of a slayer begging just makes it all so much sweeter.” Spike slipped his hands all over Buffy, running them under her top and up over her breasts, then he roughly ripped the top off tossing it aside and growled at her chest as he played his hands deftly over her heaving breasts. Buffy’s hands now free were hitting and punching Spike but he grabbed them again, thrusting them down onto the hood of the car. “Lie still.” He said in a roar.

 

Buffy wriggled beneath his overpowering body and struggled to break free. Loosening her leg she lifted it up hastily and brought her knee sharply to his crotch. Spike flew backward off her shouting in pain and Buffy took this opportunity to pull a steak from her pocket and put her fists up ready to fight. “Come on Spike.”

 

“I can’t bloody take you seriously now can I? You’re half naked.” The escalating tension from killer to killer died down, the teasing nature coming out in Spike. Her finely toned body, and chest on show to him with the moonlight shining down on her was stirring his desire for her. As he had her pinned beneath him his cock had grown hard, the thought of draining another slayer, and her blood dripping down his throat was enough; but here, her beauty was shining at him, and he found his erection growing, his jeans feeling tighter as he looked at her glowing figure.

 

“Oh come on, Spike.” Even Buffy was finding it difficult to hold her fighting stance, sensing his eyes wandering over her, with his cheeky grin and devilishly handsome smirk. But she held her ground, and her weapon steady.

 

He walked over to her giving her what she wished and threw a punch at her. Buffy easily blocked Spike’s lame punch and took hold of his arm twisting it before tossing him back down to the cold ground, his body obeying her growingly weak moves. She knelt over him, the anger within her growing again as she threw a punch at him, repeating the motion but stronger the second time, and then continued to hit him, trying to force the anger from her body.

 

It was obvious to Buffy that Spike was just taking the punches, revelling in the pain as he lay beneath her. She wasn’t ignorant to the bulge in his jeans intimately pressing into her pelvis. After the rain of punches she dealt him, she leant on him, her delicate hands against his chest as she almost cried. Spike was preparing to move from her, as her small hands tightened around the material of his shirt and tore it open, fervently ripping the material to reveal his chest. He just stared back at her confused and before he could do anything she had leant down and forced her lips to his.

 

Her sudden attack on his bruised lips sent him reeling, but as he parted his lips he pried hers further open, kissing her quicker and rougher. Deepening the kiss he slid his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers, as his hands slid up her back and his fingers tangled in her hair to force her to him.

 

When Buffy and Spike allowed their lips to part both stared at each other, confusion reigning over both of them, Buffy panting into the night air above Spike. Their pain was escalating and the current tension was somehow changing from anger to sexual need.

 

The moment of silence passed as Spike grabbed her arms, his grip so tight it stung and nipped at her skin. Sitting up, he hauled her to his lap tight against his growing erection. Buffy allowed him to hold her any way he pleased, the need for contact overpowering every sensation in her body. As they continued to kiss passionately, Spike rolled over pushing Buffy down on her back, slipping his body down between her legs as he felt them wrap around his back.

 

He pulled away and growled, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. Buffy lay beneath him looking at his closed eyes petrified, watching as his jaw clenched. A growl emerged rumbling from his throat as he forced his hands to the ground and flew off her, jumping to his feet and leaving her there on the ground. She heard the huge bang as his fists met the metal of the car and she turned so see the anger playing out across his features.

 

“Look, sod off, pet. You don’t want this.” Spike murmured, focussing on anything but the barely clothed slayer lying willing on the ground.

 

“Bullshit.” Buffy answered, standing up. The resentment returned to her tone. “You can’t tell me what I want!”

 

“Yes I can! You’re the bloody slayer and I’m evil.” Spike said turning around to argue with her once more. He was fighting every urge in his body to grab her and slam her down. He wanted to get out of town and find Drusilla with that last slither of hope that she may take him back. Showing up doused in the scent of a slayer wasn’t something he thought that Drusilla would take kindly to. But he wanted her, he wanted to bury himself deep inside of the slayer, and if he thought for one instant she was serious – all thoughts of Drusilla would be pushed aside to be with her.

 

“I don’t care. I can’t have Angel and you can’t have Drusilla. You want this. I want it too.” Buffy spoke calm and clear as she edged closer to Spike.

 

“You don’t know what you want, you’re just confused.” Spike retaliated, not flinching. He was devout in his actions to step back now before either regretted anything.

 

“I’m confused? You should have been biting me, but you were kissing me.”

 

“Yeah, so what? Bloke wanted to see what it was like, is all. See what Angelus was so hung up on. Make that bastard jealous for once.” Her heartbeat was quickening, thudding in her chest, and her arousal was in the air now surrounding him, driving him mad. Hiding from the temptation, he pulls the door to his car open and plops himself down in the drivers seat, attempting to ignore her.

 

“Spike, what are you doing? We both know the car won’t move.”

 

“You know what just piss off. It was a stupid idea.”

 

Buffy leant against the car and looks through the window at Spike, her body still bare, and her heat steaming the glass where it was visible. “Spike, just get out.”

 

“Slayer, I’m not going…” He averted his eyes, everything about her was getting to him, pushing him to the edge, and as he spoke he knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer.

 

“Spike! Get out!” He snapped and his eyes turned and glared through the blackened window, the amber tints of his eyes glowing. Buffy took a quick step back upon seeing his anger.

 

Spike threw the door open and squared off with the slayer, seizing her arms again and hurting her more than ever. “No, now you listen to me slayer. I’m evil. I’m bad. And a real bad mistake for you, so why don’t you run along and make up with your big poncy lover boy?”

 

“No.”

 

“You don’t get it do you? This – right now – this isn’t anything.”

 

Buffy pulled her arms free and forced Spike against the car. She leant in close to him and her eyes glared into his. “It’s a release.” She squeezes her body tight against his, their flesh meeting as Spike looked up, his eyeballs practically rolling back in his head as she assaulted him with her pulsating body. Returning his eyes to see hers, there’s a fiery spark igniting in her youthful eyes, and her heat burning into him, he was powerless to her now.

 

He slipped his hands around her waist and held her close, relishing in the feel of her throbbing veins close to his body, and her warmth against his cool skin. Pushing her lips onto his, they kiss quickly and roughly and he slides his hands down onto her ass digging his hands into her skin as he pulls her close to him. With her body tight against his Spike begins to kiss her neck, his tongue leaving hot trails down her skin leaving both of them longing for more. As his fangs slipped out he quickly forced them away retuning his attention to kneading his lips into her neck.

 

With his hands firm on the globes of her ass, he forces himself off the car and picks her up, keeping her core held tight against his straining cock. Deftly turning around he throws her body against the car – banging her back hard into the metal. Buffy ignores the pain – nothing mattered apart from his hands and lips caressing her body, she couldn’t feel the pain, just embraced it when it was coupled with his touch. She found the agonising grip he had on her just exciting her further, and driving her senses wild with zeal for him.

 

As she wrapped her legs around him, he held her tight against the car his pelvis pinning her to it with a punishing force. Sliding his hands up her body he ducks his head down to her breasts, gently kissing up one mound until he met her nipple, and took the small stiff bud into his mouth and teased it between his teeth, nipping her gently with his blunt teeth. His other hand worked her other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and massaging her. Buffy moaned as the pleasure built and her body ached for him to give her the release she needed. She let her head fall back and all her worries and fears fall from her shoulders, as the bliss rippled through her with his touch.

 

Spike lifted her and noticed how light her body felt in his arms, he lay her down on the hood of the car, her back lying along it and her chest exposed. Spike looked along her body gazing lustfully at her features. She was the slayer, he was supposed to kill her not be ogling her half-naked form, but his eyes and body were drawn to her.

 

Following his need, he stalked toward her, hands gliding up her lycra-clad legs and parting them as he slipped between them. Gripping onto her Spike dragged her body down the hood, positioning her body beneath his. He made quick work of undoing her trousers and sliding them down her legs, the small slip of black underwear being all that was left.

 

Her scents filled the air now stronger than before and he grinned wickedly at her, the thought of a slayer needing him and growing aroused by him was delicious, and he had to take a taste of her. Kneeling down he allowed her legs to drape over his shoulders as his hands slipped under the material, feeling her body arch into him. The mighty slayer was lost to her passions for a vampire, uncaring of what harm or damage he could do to her body. Spike tugged the final shred of material from her, and allowed his fingers to slide in and out of her slick channel, elated by how wet she was for him.

 

Her slight mewls of pleasure filled the night air. The barren land and the empty cemetery by the road left a lull of silence, broken only by Buffy’s panting and moans. Spike kissed the inside of her thigh, his teeth nibbling at her delicate flesh. His thumb rolled over her clit as his fingers continued their assault on her. Removing his fingers he moved toward her centre, the heat radiating through him as he delved his tongue into her, his thumbs separating her folds and his fingers massaging her clit. Spike marvelled at how a slayer could taste, as he slipped away from her, desperate to fulfil his wants now.

 

Buffy whined at the loss of contact as he stood once again, returning to between her legs, their eyes hooked on one another as she sat up a little, her tiny hands quickly moving to his belt, undoing it as fast as she could, while his lips descended on her neck again. She yanked the zip down freeing him, and she briefly let her eyes wander over his length, her hand reaching out and wrapping around his shaft – she could hear his pleasure rumble low in his throat as he kissed and sucked on her earlobe.

 

Spike was quick to slip his hand down between them and guide his cock into her heat, burying himself with one quick thrust into her tight passage, her loud groan of pleasure-mixed-pain caused him to still a little, rocking his hips into her more gently for a moment or two. Their lips met again kissing ardently now, as his pace quickened. He then took her by surprise, forcing himself into her quickly, her head jolting backward leaving her neck bared for him, causing his demon to come out.

 

He continued to fuck her in this fashion, hard and unrelenting, blaming her and punishing her for making him feel like this, be powerless to her whims and give up his chances with Drusilla. But her heightening pleasure, hurried breaths and loud moans only convinced him further that she enjoyed the pain. He found himself grinning as he suckled on her neck, knowing he could pound into her body as she enjoyed it, loved every minute of the aching pace he had set.

 

Her body was red raw from being forced against the hard metal, her ass pinned between the powerful vampire and the hood of the car, getting fucked ferociously had her muscles throbbing, and yet she couldn’t help but bite her lip from screaming for more, everything he did to her, every hard thrust and tight grip of her body had her reeling for more.

 

Spike was far stronger than Angel, and she noticed that he had slipped into his demon visage, his amber eyes bright in the night sky. He ground his body to hers so hard all rational thought was lost, it was pain, and it was Spike – but she took it, she took everything he gave because she needed it and loved the way he made her body ache and cry out through the stiff muscles and immense agony for him to just hurt her a little bit more. Unable to restrain herself any longer her bleeding lip was freed and her mouth gasped open screaming his name, as her orgasm flooded through her.

 

The droplets of her blood mixed with the sound of her crying his name had him grunting loudly, taking the slayer ruthlessly against the car now, and forcing his mouth to hers to taste the blood. And with that final taste of her, the one he had longed for, he spilled his seed deep within her womb as he gave one last punishing thrust into her tender body.

 

They clung to one another for what seemed like forever, unmoving, as if once this moment ended they had to go back to the pain of being alone, and all the hurt would return. The release was momentary, but Buffy had needed it, needed to feel something – but she hadn’t expected him to be quite as kind with her. A part of her was waiting for his fangs to hit her vulnerable skin and end her life – she silently prayed he would so that she didn’t have to go back, that’s why she had gone to him, to be freed from this life of hurt.

 

Their arms untangled and Spike lay her back down gently along the hood of the car. She lay still before him awaiting his next move. Spike just zipped his jeans back up and found his belt, picking up her trousers and underwear setting them down next to her, keeping his eyes away from her and not saying a word. He could smell her, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t move, couldn’t leave, he was drawn to her – compelled to stay.

 

Buffy lay feeling the pain overcome her body, she didn’t know if she could move – but she didn’t want to – it had been rough and intense, but she had needed it – it was what she had needed. She struggled up and taking her weak feeling limbs she lifted her hands and pulled her trousers up. She stretched her legs out and stood before Spike feebly and just looked into his still monstrous amber eyes.

 

Spike knew he could easily take advantage of her like this and bite her, but some part of him inside was screaming at him to leave like he had planned. He took his hand and ran his fingers down the side of her neck. Looking into one another’s eyes – they knew it was wrong and they knew they shouldn’t be there – but neither left. Buffy held her gaze, wondering if he was going to do it, bite her or not – either way she wasn’t particularly bothered by the outcome, both would end in hurt and pain.

 

He looked at her neck, trying to find the feelings he thought he had, but instead of lusting for her blood, all he could think of was holding her close and kissing her once more – the memories and the thoughts poisoning his brain and confusing him. He could feel his demon slip away, and his icy blue eyes looked into her green orbs. He just pulled her close to him, and forced his lips on her for one last taste and she kissed him back, the tears rolling down her face now as she sensed his resolve to let her live, and she pulled away from his hold.

 

“Spike…” she stops. Whatever the words were that were threatening to come from her mouth, she couldn’t find them. There was nothing she could possibly say to him.

 

“Go back to your honey, Slayer, it’s what you want.” Spike said as he turned away from her.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“God knows – but you slayed my car, so I don’t think I’ll be gone just yet.”

 

With everything that had gone wrong that night she had no idea if she could deal with seeing him again. Her lingering feelings of lust and longing for his body were confusing her enough, and there was no way she was prepared to face up to them.

“Don’t come back here, Spike, not again.”

 

He just sighed and began to walk away into the darkness. He had to head back toward town, just for one more day, to cloak him from the sunrise that was sure to begin shortly. Buffy began to pull her torn clothes around her and try to cover her body up. Spike wasn’t that far gone that he couldn’t hear her under the breath moans about her ripped clothing and was quick to stop and turn back. He slid his leather coat from his shoulders and threw it to the slayer. “Take care of it.”

 

This time he walked away into the shadows of the cemetery and disappeared enveloped by the darkness. Buffy pulled the duster around her, the sleeves bunched up to fit her small arms and the coat so long it practically dragged along the ground, it looked ridiculous on her small frame, but she hugged it tight to her body – reliving the moment in her head – the feeling she got when Spike had her in his arms – tight and rough. Her body tingled as she remembered. And then Buffy finally brought herself to walk away.

 

When she arrived back home she went into her room, the coat still hugged around her warmly, when Angel stepped out from the shadows and looked at her. His stare was intense and his eyes welled up instantly. Buffy turned to look at him all of sudden in utter shock. “Angel?”

 

“I came to see how you were.” He said automatically, his voice dripping with disdain. “But, obviously you took it out on Spike.” He added trying to hold back all the anger, gulping it back as he looked at her in that coat, gallantly wearing Spike’s scent all over her.

 

“Angel I never…”

 

“Don’t dare insult me Buffy, I can smell him all over you.” He stopped and lowered his voice to keep her mom from realising that he had been lurking there – their earlier debacle in the kitchen hadn’t done much to prove his innocence to her. “How could you do that? How could you do that, with him? And come back here wearing his coat and flaunting it? How could you?” The hurt poured from Angel as he stared at his love in disbelief wrought with anger and his head searching for reasoning.

 

“I needed it. I was angry. I needed the pain.”

 

“Keep the pain, Buffy, and go back for all you want from him. I do love you, Buffy and I would love to be with you, but see I’m cursed, and he’s not, so why don’t you just go after him. Keep your new boyfriend, I don’t need this.” Angel walked away from Buffy and left her room – dipping out of her window. She sat down on the edge of her bed and tears began to form in her eyes, she held them there, not letting them fall. She clung the smoky leather to her body and held it in her fingers, they grasped onto it as she tried to muster the strength to keep her tears from falling.