Part One

Buffy was bored. Maybe it had something to do with the equations her Algebra II teacher was babbling on about. 'I really don't want to be here. I would even rather be training with Giles right about now!' All these numbers and letters were a blur. 'I wonder if she's getting this?' Buffy glanced in interest at her math partner.

Cordy.

How she had got stuck with the bubble brain was beyond hers. And worse she had turned out to be a smart bubble brain.

The first time Buffy had noticed this was their first test. A big red D- stared back at her. "Well it wasn't fair, and way to hard for a first test!" Buffy had whined. That's when she noticed Cordy casually pointing at her paper. A B+ stood out in bold.

"What? You got a B+? How is that possible?" she had gasped. Cordy had just smiled and claimed that she was good at taking tests. Buffy had never been able to get over Cordy's higher grade. And Cordy never got over rubbing it in.

"Psssst! Cordy, what did you get for number three?"

Cordy glanced in annoyance at her. "I'm not going to tell you! Do the homework, duh!" With that she turned her back away from her.

"Gee, thanks Cordy." Buffy said with sarcasm. Cordy didn't bother to answer. Buffy turned back to her work with a frown. Just when she thought she would actually have to tackle the abusive math, the bell rang.

"Thank God!" she screeched leaping up from the table and all but ran out the door. Walking down the hall it took her moment to realize Cordy was walking next to her.

"What do you want?"

"Gee, pathetic much? You bolted out of the classroom practically screaming, if I humiliated myself like that..."

"Look Cordy, I got to book for training with Giles, so unless you have something to say that I actually care about, I got to go!" With that Buffy bounded off down the floor, leaving Cordelia glaring after her.

The sound of panting was loud in the room. The sight of the slayer and the watcher in combat painted the library. Sweat was the perfume of the air, and you could almost taste Buffy's victory--again.

"Ouch!" Giles grunt could be heard as she made contact with his shin for the third time. Buffy grinned sheepishly. "Sorry Giles, I'll try not to hit you so hard next time."

"Right, you just train, let me worry about the minor details."

"Sheesh, Giles, take a pill. I'm training."

A few more minutes of well-planned hard kicks at Giles' sore shin, and training was over.

"Agrh, okay, um enough training for one day, I think you're doing fine. We'll call it a day and I'll see you for patrol tonight?"

"Okay, whatever, see ya!" Buffy gathered her things up ignoring Giles words of "And you better be there on time", with out a backward glance.

Giles shook his head in exasperation.

The Bronze was really not happening that night. Buffy stared at Oz's band, which was playing for the third time that week. 'No offense to Willow, but his band is seriously getting old.' Buffy thought glancing over at Willow, who was staring at Oz with a dreamy expression on her face.

"Hey, Will, so I was wondering, I made like this big commitment to do a little better in school my senior year, so um maybe you can help me a little with this Algebra stuff. You know, like tutor me or something?"

Willow nodded distracted, "Oh, ya, sure whatever you want."

"Great! So we can start tomorrow? I'll bring my books to the Bronze. We can do a whole study bronze thing!"

"Hmm, sure."

"Umm, and you can also go into the computer and change all my grades..."

"Uh-huh."

"And then do the same thing for my college, and you're not listening to a single word I'm saying."

Willow looked at Buffy for the first, and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry Buffy, I'm all ears."

"It's not a big deal, I just want you to help me with my math. I'm kind of dawdling there."

"Sure, Buffy, no problem. I'll make you a math expert in the end of the session!"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Let's not push our luck."

"You don't give yourself enough credit. You're smart, you just don't try to be, well, er what I mean." Willow blushed with embarrassment.

"No, it's okay, I know what you mean. You're right. I don't apply myself as much as I should, and I really should work harder, and I'm really sounding like my mother, or Giles right now." Buffy stared, glumly down at the table.

"You're to hard on yourself, besides I have something that is going to make you feel better."

"A guaranteed A in math? You can get me into any college I want?"

Willow gestured towards the back of the bronze. "Well no, but Angel is here!"

Buffy looked towards the direction Willow was pointing in to see him. He was leaning casually up against the Coffee bar counter looking at her, waiting.

"Oh. Well thanks. But I think I'll take the A."

"Buffy!"

"Kidding, kidding. Thanks Will."

"Sure."

Buffy picked up her purse and headed towards the coffee bar.

"Hey." She smiled.

"Hey. So you patrolling later?"

She made a face and said sarcastically, "Gee Angel, how was your day? Anything exciting happen? I love you!"

Angel looked taken aback for a minute and then smiled. "Sorry. How was your day?"

"Other then the fact that Cordy is smarter then me at math, and I'll probably flunk it, it's going okay."

Angel looked sympathetically down at her. "I'd offer to help, but I'm not sure we'd get much studying done."

"That's okay, I've already asked Willow, she said she'd help me out. If she can tear herself away from wolf boy for a while." Buffy gestured towards Oz, who was right in the middle of a guitar solo.

Angel followed her gaze. "They seem pretty into each other."

"To say the least." Buffy was quiet for a moment before speaking. "So you want to um...?"

"No."

Buffy sighed. "Come on Angel, it's not life or death here, it's just a little dance..."

"I don't fast dance. I've told you a million times." Angel looked uncomfortable.

'It must be a weird question for a two hundred and forty two year old vampire.' Buffy thought with some amusement.

"It's not like I'm asking you to change your life, just one little dance. I mean, I'm not asking you to save my life..."

"With I would do in an instant, but I'm not dancing."

Buffy looked at him for a moment. Deciding whether or not to pout her way into winning. Then she saw his face, which looked really awkward. 'I'm being really immature. I mean, he's here with me and I have to have more.' Buffy was deciding to change the subject when a man came up to them, looking intently at her.

"Buffy Summers?"

Buffy frowned. "Umm ya? Who are you?" Beside her she felt Angel stiffen slightly.

The guy gave Angel a casual once over before handing her a red rose. "This is for you then."

Buffy took the rose in bewilderment, and watched the man walk away. She glanced at Angel with a questioning look in her eyes. He shrugged. It wasn't from him.

She looked at Xander and Cordy who were dancing together. Not them.

And then at Willow who was still staring up at Oz. No not her.

At that point Buffy glanced around the Bronze for anyone looking her way but she couldn't see anyone. She saw the man who handed her a flower standing by the door to the back entrance. She quickly stood up and left Angel sitting at the bar.

"Hey! Hey wait a minute!"

The flower guy turned around and raised his eyebrows. "Ya?"

"Who gave you this rose? Is this from you?"

The guy smirked. "No, no offense but I don't give roses to girls your age."

Buffy spoke impatiently. "Okay then, but who gave it to you?"

"It's a secret admirer, can't we just leave it at that?"

"No!"

The guy sighed. "Fine. For your information I don't know who the guy was. I work for the Bronze, and I was taking out the garbage. Suddenly this car pulls up along side me This guy rolls down the widow a little bit and calls me over. I was nervous, because it isn't always the best of alley ways, when it comes to them you know."

Buffy made an impatient sound.

"So, anyways, he told me to look for a girl with your clothing description, and looks. Said your name was Buffy Summers and to give you this rose. Paid me twenty bucks. So I did. Don't ask me what he looked like, because I don't know. His window was only rolled down enough to hand me the rose and speak to me. Now if you'll excuse me I have some business to take care of."

Buffy stared after the man as he walked up the stairs of the Bronze. Slowly, she turned and headed back towards Angel.

Angel was looking at her with a questioning gaze. "Well?"

"He said he doesn't know who the rose was from. Some guy in a car handed it to him gave him my description and name and told him to give it to me."

Angel frowned. "That's kind of strange."

"That's an understatement. I wonder who it is?"

"I don't like this Buffy."

Buffy looked over his face, which looked tense under the lights hanging over the coffee bar counter. She hesitated before speaking.

"Now don't take this the wrong way Angel, but is it possible you're a little jealous? I mean it's a rose not a letter from the una-bomber."

Angel looked at her and relaxed a little bit. "I'll admit it bothers me a little. But that's beside the point. Why would someone not want this guy to see him. This guy knows your name, what you look like... What if it's one of Spike's new schemes."

Buffy sighed. "Angel, first of all it's probably a guy who was to shy to say something and didn't want to be found out. Second of all Spike's been gone for a month now, with no sign of him returning. I don't think we should worry about this."

He looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking reluctantly. "I guess your right. I am making a big deal over nothing. Sorry."

Buffy gave him a sly grin. "Well you could make it up to me by dancing with me..."

"No."

"Well it was worth a try..."

It was her. After months of looking, waiting I had found her again. My slayer. My beautiful trophy. I lived to find a slayer in every generation. I needed them. They fulfilled my sole purpose in living, I needed air to breathe and they were my breath. And at last I had found her. She was even more beautiful then the last. That blond hair, to feel it curled around my wrist, those eyes to be staring up at me, begging me to love her, to not hurt her.

I could feel my hands start to shake with suppressed excitement. It had been to long since the last one. A lifetime.

Slayer's.

I loved everything about them. Their strength and skill, their wit, the way their chest would rise and fall, out of breath, while killing the demons. I loved their nobility. They had true honor, and grace. Something I felt lacking. I needed her, them, any slayer that would help me fulfill my never-ending life.

I loved all slayers.

I recalled the last true time I had owned a slayer. I cannot recall her name but she had been wonderful. I had caught her by surprise asleep in her bed. She might have been able to stop me, but pity the fool dress maker who made woman, slayers wear such atrocious clothing.

She had no chance.

I took her to my home. Chained in iron. Impossible to break free.

I told her how much I loved her, needed her, and she...

Spit in my face.

It wasn't my fault that I hit her. She made me so angry. All I wanted to do was love her. Love them. But they always resist.

I made it up to her. I brought her flowers, exotic chocolates. I knew how much she loved chocolate from hours or watching her. Day after day, month after month of just drowning in her essence. Her pure being.

She rejected all my gifts.

I had to punish her. To get her to realize how much I loved her.

I told her she would have no food or water until she realized how much I loved her, until she was submissive towards me.

It was the fifth day before she caved.

It was such a wonderful feeling.

So arousing.

She begged.

A slayer, begged to me! It was a considerable accomplishment. Slayers never beg, above all else is their strength their pride.

She begged.

For me.

A slayer.

I felt a rush of power, I smiled down at her and patted her cheek. "You see how much I love you? " I said, helping her drink her water in her delirium state.

Then she had betrayed me.

That bitch.

After all I gave her, she betrayed me!

Broke both wrists and forced her way out of the handcuffs. I had almost not been there in time. But I caught her struggling with her broken bones, trying to open the bolts on the door. I swung her around. At first I was so hurt I could only stand there staring at her. Then the side I hate, the side I couldn't control broke free. I don't recall what I said, only the feel of her soft skin as I slowly choked the life out of her. I dumped her in the harbor. A burial at sea.

It was the honorable thing to do.

And now at long last staring up at this beautiful creature I had at last found another slayer.

I recall the last time I had found the slayer. The slayer I knew was the one I was looking for. She had been the strongest of all her kind. I had never felt so overwhelmed with pure love then by her.

Sunshine.

Such a beautiful name she had. I would sit there for hours on end just saying her name over and over shuddering with suppressed need.

Sunshine.

I had almost taken her. In surprise, in her bedroom like the last one. But she had been strong. Her foot connected with my head until I knew no more. The strongest slayer I had ever seen. I was devastated when I could not find her again after that. She was so beautiful, the one I loved the most. She had actually beaten me, and for that I knew I had missed my chance at the best slayer. The one that would be the most pleasurable to watch struggle in my arms.

I have never met a slayer of her equal

Until now.

Buffy Summers. I had received information about her. I knew about her accomplishments with The Master. With countless evils. She had beaten them all. She was better then my Sunshine. I could not wait to hold her in my arms.

Buffy.

Her name was horrendous. I cannot imagine a creature of her beauty, her strength with a name like Buffy.

I would have to change her name.

Maybe to Sunshine.

Sunshine had been beautiful, Buffy would be my Sunshine.

She had to be.

She would be mine soon. Sunshine would be mine.

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