Disclaimer: I own 3 cents, a piece of lint, and hardly any of my sanity. Please don't sue me!! I don't, however, own any of the rights to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They belong to Joss Whedon (All hail his name and bow to the feet of the demi-god Joss) and the Dubba, Dubba, WB. WHY WON"T THEY SHARE?!?! >sob< Feedback is the light of my pitiful life. Send it, please. No flames allowed, 'cause I tend to get violent.

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Author's Note: This is dedicated to my 3 bestest-best friends, Monica Maynard, Carrie Krutz, and Mary Kellar. All I have to say is that I have a twisted mind and I plan to use it for the violent scenes. They most likely won't be for the squemish. : P

Silently, sitting on a stool in the Bronze. Silently, watching happy, laughing couples dance. Silenly, the tears rolled down Buffy's cheeks without her even noticing. Thoughts of Angel, the night, the passion, and the results danced through her head, cruely mimicing her. *Why can't I do anything without having disaterous results? Must be a Slayer thing.* "Buffy?" She was startled out of her reverie by a soft worried voice. "Hmm?" She turned to Willow. "Uh, you're crying, that's of the bad."

Buffy wiped her eyes and smiled at Willow's choice of words. "Flashbacks ubersuck," she stated simply. "Hello, you funky party weasles! Are you ready to get DOWN with your bad selves?" Xander's suger hyped comment came at the perfect time. "Xander!" they shook their heads and groaned. A dopy grin appeared on Xander's face. "Hey, not like I don't luv ya, Xand, but could you stop smiling like that at me? People are looking!" Cordelia scrunched her nose at him. He muttered somthing that sounded like,"Idiot Jed strikes again!"

"SHHHHHHH! Oz's band is starting!" Willow turned to stare at the stage, enraptured. All the friends sat is silence. Not knowing what lay in wait.

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Silently, he stood, bathed in shadows. Silently, watching, waiting. Silently, in no hurry. Anticipating the joy and glory he will get when he killed them, her. An evil smile turned the corner of Angelus' lips. Everyone that night, excluding the band, was strangly... silent.

Disclaimer: Look, you know the drill, I own nothing, I have nothing, I LEAD AN INSIGNIFICANT LIFE!!! Sorry, time for me to spank my inner moppet. I'm have those damn confidence issues again. Buffy and all her friends belong to the demi-god Joss, who, incidentally, STILL WON'T SHARE... I tell you!

Author's Note: This is still dedicated to Moni, Mary, and Carrie. There is some Buffy-like language in this part so don't go all wiggy when you read this, 'cause I warned you now. Oh, by the way, I haven't been geting ANY feedback, and I really would like your opinions! If you send me flames, I will hurt you! That is, if I can find you... Ignore me!

She walked home from the Bronze with her head hung low. *Guilt is an ugly thing!* She was about to turn down her street when she felt a tingly feeling that reached from her brain to her stomach alerted her to Angelus' presence. She spun around quickly, head snapping up, stake at the ready.

"Aww, come on Buff, don't be like that!" his sadistic grin widened, "If you would only loosen up like you did that night!"

"Look, why don't you go bite a blood bank or something? 'Cause I'm REALLY not in the mood to fight. Then again if you insist, I'm sure I can manage something," she raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to try it.

Angelus blinked, obviously not expecting to get any reaction other than tears from her. *No matter,* he thought. *I'll fix her later...* His grin appeared once again. "A little antsy tonight, luv?"

"Love?" She rolled her eyes, "Spike much?" She swung around with a sissor kick to his jaw. His head snapped to the right with a sickining "CRACK!"

"Now there's my fiesty little slayer!" Angelus swept her feet out from under her.

She hit the ground rather hard and it took her a few seconds longer than it usually did for her to get up.

"Dammit Angel! Don't you have a puppy to maim, or a baby to steal candy from?!" She launched herself at his legs, knocking him on to his back long enough for her to slam his head into the ground. She could almost see the little birdies circeling hishead. Blackness crowded his vision, so he could barely see all the pretty, swirling colors.

"Bitch!" he growled, trying to muster enough energy to glare at her, but failing miserably.

"Bit-CA! It's more polite," she grinned. She stuck her tongue out pertly and swaggered down the street, leaving him proneon the black pavement. When she had gotten around the corner and was safely out of sight, she dropped the flippent act. *I wish I had my Angel back!*

Watch out! Part two coming soo! Run for your lives!!!!