"Male Slayer"

Disclaimers: I on none of them! Joss does, after i';m done playing, they'll go back on the shelf unharmed! I only own Chad Millers. Spoilers: None, it's from my own twisted mind, based on season 3. Feedback: Be brutal, I can take it, even flames. I just beg for feedback cause it's what i live on.

Part 1

                The air had the distinct smell of a large storm coming on, the air pressure was almost intolerable, it seemed to be crushing her. She couldn't seem to breath at all. Someone or something had her with a tight grip around her neck, strangling her, choking her. It was cutting all oxygen off from her brain and she was light headed. She could feel the blackness around her, trying to envelop her into the darkness of the night. She fought it back, tried to scream, but no sound would come out. Her feet kicked the air, trying to make contact with whatever was holding her a few feet above ground. Nothing seemed to be working. She tried desperately not to give in. She had to be there for everyone. Angel, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Giles, Oz, her mom, the rest of Sunnydale... Even Wesley as much as she hate to admit it. But... She couldn't. She felt her balance change. It went hay-wire she didn't know where she was going. Now though, she could feel herself falling. And falling fast toward the cement ground that lay just a few feet before her.

                  She was ready for the impact of the fall, but it never came. Something had held her up. She felt a strong pair of hands holding her up by her waist and her right shoulder. It was lifting her to her feet. The blackness that had taken her vision began to lighten. Before her she saw a extremely cute guy. A few years older that her maybe. He had ash colored hair. It was longish. It reached just below his ears, and right above his strong jaw line. His eyes where the colors of dark green emeralds. He must have been at least 6'2. And he was holding a very, very large sword. Whatever creature had been holding her up earlier, monster or vampire, was no where to be seen. The cute blond haired guy wasn't running around screaming like a moron either. Very interesting.

                "You know, You really shouldn't be out so late alone roaming. It's dangerous for a pretty girl like you."

                Buffy sat up in her bed, still breathing hard. An other dream. It was always the same... She'd been dreaming this person, and this thing who's trying to strangle her on almost a nightly basis for the past 2 weeks now.

                It was one of her worst fears now, being strangled, lack of oxygen. After what the master had done to her... She let herself sag back against her pillow, letting it try to calm her down. She was exhausted, more so than when she had first went to bed. Her neck hurt too! She could see her reflection in the mirror across from her bed. Her neck had big red marks on it. Big red HAND marks clawing there way around it.

                When she closed her eyes, the head of blond haired boy bobbed, and seemed to make fun of her, saying 'You know, You really shouldn't be out so late alone roaming. It's dangerous for a pretty girl like you." It repeated it's self over and over. Like he knew anything, please!

                Jeez. OK... So he had had a big bad sword. So what? Lots of people had swords, not so big. Unless of course they where collecting them or something, but they did! But he was using it almost like he was a pro. Almost how well Buffy would have been able to use it. It had also been fairly worn in she could tell. Everything seemed to be getting from bad to worse, like the vampire who had had his hand copped off, clean through the bone, he had claimed it had been Faiths doing when she got to him. Faith, this just kept getting worse and worst, she hadn't heard from her or the mayor in a while either. And the Ascension.. it could be at anytime.

                "Like I'll be ale to sleep any now... Might as well go beat some living dead's guys butt." Heck, she could use an appetite too, this would help. It would be perfect. She hoped.

                She grabbed a pair of comfy black jeans that had been thrown on the floor, and purple tie-die spaghetti string T-shirt. She pulled them on, and slipped into a pair of her runners. Grabbing a few stakes, and a small perfume bottle filled with Holy Water, and she was on her way out the door.

                The green grass was freshly cut and was wet and slippery under the soles of her shoes. Yet, it didn't seem slow her down any, perhaps it even made her walk faster. She was deadly. She was Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and nothing was going to stop her.

                Unless of course a hand was choking her to death. Which had just happened. It was lifting her feet up and off the ground. Why the heck did this kind of stuff have to happen to her? Why did she have to be the Chosen one?

                The stake she was holding fell out of her grasp and fell silently into the grass below her. The thing had a very tight grip around her neck, it was strangling her. It was cutting the oxygen off from her brain, and she was getting very light headed. Just like in her dream.

                She couldn't get to her Holy Water either. Damn it. This wasn't happening!!! She could feel the blackness winning it's way over her body, enveloping her in the darkness of the night.

                She began falling. She never hit the ground. An arm reached out for her, grabbing her before she could hit it face on. It had caught her shoulder and waist and was lifting her up on to her two feet. After catching her balance, she looked up at the young man who stood before her. The one who had just saved her life.

                Words caught in her throat as ashes floated around them.

                "You know, You really shouldn't be out so late alone roaming. It's dangerous for a pretty girl like you." He swung his sword around expertly a few times. Making a complicated design in the air and make the wind whistle in protest.

                "I learn to take care of myself. You have to in a town like Sunnydale." Buffy replied hotly. It was obvious to Buffy that he was surprised by her reply.

                "You don't know the half of it" he mumbled to himself quietly. Too bad Buffy had over heard.

                "Excuse me? I know pretty much the all here. Who do you think keeps this Hell hole under control?... Literally!" Buffy was getting really mad at this guy. Just who did he think she was?

                A twig snapped behind the male, Buffy pushed him aside with a quick shove. A stake appeared in her hand from pretty much out of no where. The stake struck home. The vampires eyes suddenly went wide and turned from there metallic silvery color to a brilliant blue. His mouth opened and closed periodically, wanting to shout, but sound refusing to break the silence. You could see the blood curtailing scream that was going through his mind though. he then turned to dust, to be blown away on the wind forever more.

                Buffy turned and smiled wickedly at the male who was still half sitting, half laying on the ground. To where Buffy had successfully pushed him. His mouth stood wide open, his arms stretched out behind him, ready to push himself up to his feet at any moment. After many seconds of him staring at Buffy in her tight black pants, he got himself to his feet.

                "You the other Slayer or something?... No way you are way to small... Who are you anyway's?"He asked confused.

                It was Buffy's turn to stand stunted. "W-what did you say?" She stuttered.

                "I said you where small." He finally said after a few moments of silence.

                "No... After that."

                "That you couldn't be the other Slayer..." He was ready to kick himself many times over. He really needed to learn how too keep quiet.

                "How do you know about Slayers?" She demanded as she got into a fighting stance while staring him down. Her feet where shoulder length apart, elbows bent, ready to move in any direction if necessary.

                "Apart from me being a Slayer myself you mean?"

                "What the HECK are you talking about?" Her eyes where flashing liquid fire. She began advancing on him very slowly.

                "I shouldn't have said anything at all. For all I know you're a demon of Spike's after me. To finish me off."

                "Me, a demon? No way, You mean you don't think I'm to small to be a demon?" She advanced the last few steps fairly fast passe. She was now standing a few inches directly in front of him.

                Raising her hand she pulled it back and let it go with as much energy and strength as she could possibly muster. Her hand flew effectively over his entire face. His body shook, his cheek was red and he had to take a step back to get his balance back.

                "What the hell was THAT for?" He demanded. Buffy's fists where clenched at her sides. Her hair was in a flurry about her, and her breathing heavy.

                "Don't play that I'm a Slayer shit on me. There are no Male Slayers. Not to mention there are 2 already! And, also, bottom point, I am 1 of the 2 Slayers, thank you very much!" Turning on her heals, she cried out "If I ever see you again, and If I catch you feeding me or anyone else that bucket of 'Me a Slayer', Giles, Wesley AND Angel will hear about it. We will hunt you down... There will be no place to hide."

                He caught her wrist, "THE Mr. Giles? As in Giles the watcher? Wesley? Wesley who?Who's Wesley?" Her head whipped around.

                "Giles is no longer a watcher. That's who Wesley is." "You're going to see me around anyway's. I'm trying to do the teacher thing at Sunnydale High thing, I hear the librarian has a good assortment of books. I'd really like to meet this Mr. Giles of yours though..."

                "Am I ever going to shut my big mouth? I'm so stupid, this is ridiculous." She mumbled a to herself silently, finally she answered.

                "Fine, but wait till tomorrow, let my poor watcher and ex-Watcher get some well deserved sleep. It's a way to sun rise, wait till then." She said with a sigh of defeat. "One thing"

                "What?" He asked as he looked around the cemetery.

Buffy pulled a knife from her waist band. She carried it with her everywhere now, never knew when Faith was going to show up. She tossed it. Right for his head. It only took but a few seconds to clear the gap between the two. He caught it easily between his two palms, mere inches from his forehead. His eyes where easy.

                "Hey, I've gotten it before, what can I say?" He smiled as he handed her back the knife. "...So, I was told by the Watchers council that my watcher would end up down here sometime in the next while. Do you know if it would be... Wesley you said?"

                Again, Buffy sighed. "Maybe, I don't know a lot about that kind of thing. But I do know Giles is just a regular school librarian now... Council thought Giles was to attached to me emotionally. Just between us, Giles was indeed the better Watcher. Lets put that behind us now?" She looked at her watch, it read 4:52 a.m. "I've gotta go check on my boyfriend, meet me back here at 6:15, later this morning. I'll see you then. Oh... By the way: Buffy Summers."

                "Chad, Chad Millers." She once again turn on her heals to leave, turning to her left, towards the Bronze, and towards Angels apartment.

                                ~ * ~ * ~
The first rays of sunlight had just begun to hit the tree tops and houses. The shadows where long, and seemed to go on forever, opposing reality. Buffy slowly looked around at her surroundings. This block wasn't one of the nicest areas of Sunnydale, that was for sure. It was really rundown, no up keeping. If she tried, she could even smell the evil that had lurked there in the shadows only minutes before.

                A lot of the houses where covered with thick black tapestry's... she's have to remember to come and investigate some other time. She walked up the long lone sidewalk to what looked like an old deserted apartment graffiti was written all over it . Only, it wasn't deserted. It was Angel's place. She tapped on the Knocker lightly, she didn't dare try to open the door herself, as the sun was almost all the way up. If he'd a been in his apartment, near the front door, he would burst into flames and become but a pile of ashes. That is something she didn't need, him either for that matter. He'd be gone for good on the wind of death, never to be seen or heard of again.

Part 2

                After a few moments the door slowly drew open with a loud squeak. If anyone had been around to see it, it would have looked a lot like the door had opened itself. Angel stood directly behind the door, keeping away from any light present. "Hello?" Came his muffled voice from behind the thick metal door. His voice was tired. She'd waken him up from his deep sleep...Oops.

                "Hey Angel, it's just me... I'm sorry for awakening you up. Can I come in for a few minutes?"

                  "Oh, Buffy, yeah, come on in... It's ok, I'll have plenty of time to sleep this afternoon. What is up?" His voice was stronger now. He woke up fast after he found out it was Buffy at his front door.

                He opened the door more, enough for Buffy to squeeze in. Once she stepped into the large doorway, Angel quickly closed the door snugly, with a sigh of relief flooding through his system. He leaned against the old thick metal door with a new energy. He pulled back and locked the three bolt locks into place, closing his eyes for a few seconds to let himself go.

                In the few hours that had had since seen her, he'd already begun to miss her. Actually, the second he had turned his back to her to walk home, he had felt lonely and a loss deep in his heart. He was lonely when he wasn't with her. It was still hard to say good-bye to each other on a nightly basis. It left a pain in his chest. They had to go their separate ways, to their separate worlds. Angel's dark and lonely one, while Buffy's was mixed into both. Barely ever sleeping, first school, then training, time with her mom, and then patrolling, even had time to go Bronzing almost nightly. She was incredible, being able to balance such a schedule.

                Angel made sure to keep himself casual. As if he didn't want anything to happen, although all his bones where screaming at him to kiss her with everything in him.

                "...So... what brings you to the bad part of town Buffy?" Angel asked flippantly.

                She gave him the eye as to say 'What the hack' "Do I always have to have a specific reason to come and see you?"

                "No." He took her hand. "Unless it's after 1:00 a.m."

                "Ok, so I wanted to see you, and just talk. I was out dusting Vamps cause I had a dream I didn't so much care for. I wanted to see you, what can I say?" Buffy said.

                They walked further into his apartment. A couch stood facing the fire place, blankets thrown off the couch and on the floor in a big pile. Again, Buffy felt a surge of guilt pass through her for waking him up.

                He led her to the old fashioned couch, and they both sat down, on opposite end of the couch. Buffy's back leaning against the armrest, her head against the back of the couch. Both feet, now shoeless propped up on the couch, facing Angel who sat feet on the ground, like a normal person.

                "So, what is this you said about having a dream you didn't so like, was it a prophecy?" Angel asked silently, wishing he'd a been able to hold her close and feel her very presence of mind, body, and soul.

                "Not much.. Ok, actually, a lot. Like I was gonna die, again. In my dream, I'm being well... Strangled. I know I'm close to dying. I hadn't even seen who or what was doing this to me. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get out of it. I was kicking, and trying to scream, but I couldn't. I was about to pass out, and I just....fell. I turned around, and there was this guy holding a really big sword. Ashes where flying around everywhere in the air, in every which direction, fluttering about.

                Well, it happened tonight too, for real. In the cometary. I'd just gone out Slaying. After, we got to talking, arguing would be a better term really. Told me I shouldn't be out so late, that it was Dangerous. I shouldn't be out alone after dark. He-he claimed her was a VAMPIRE Slayer. I think it's true too, I threw a blade at his head, and he caught it easy easy. I thought there was a no male Slayer deal going on..." Buffy began shaking in her skin, she rubbed at her arms, trying to make it stop.

                "A male Slayer? Are you sure? Of course you're sure. How could I even think that?"

                Buffy laughed. "Calm down Angel!" The shivers died away as fast a they had started as she started to laughed. "So, like you've never heard of a male Slayer before?"

                "Sorry Buffy. No can do, never even thought about it... But I'll help you guys out with the research if you want. I can read up during the day, relate back to you after sunset. See if I can get any information after sundown... You know, make my way around." just thinking about having to crack people. Backup, undead people, it made him cringe. He was such a heartless freak.

                "Thanks Angel. It means a lot to me that you care, and you'd do all that for me... And you are not heartless. Look at what you're doing for me?" she reached over and tentatively gave him a kiss on his soft and demanding lips. [She can read my mind] Angel thought.

                He pulled her closer to him, he ran his hand through her long thick blondish hair. It was soft as silk to the touch. It was getting longer too. It reached more than half way down her back. They silently whispered to each other till the clock suddenly struck 6:00 a.m.

                Reluctantly she pulled away from Angel's embrace. Her hand was still extended out to him, not wanting to leave his side. She had to blink back the tears that swam in her vision. She put on her shoes and made her way reluctantly and very slowly towards the door. Angel followed even more slowly. With one last kiss Angel let her out of the apartment. A sigh of love escaped his lips and he once again locked the door, trudging back to the couch to get some sleep. Maybe have some nice dreams of Buffy instead of the recurring nightmares about his time he had currently spent in Hell.

                Once again happy of seeing Angel, Buffy made her way back to meet Chad at the cemetery. She should have called Giles and Wesley to warn them that she was coming with him. To late now, oh well. They'd just have to deal with the fact that they refused to bye her a cell phone... :)

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