Disclaimer: The Buffyverse and all it's characters belong to Joss "Da Man" Whedon, and I made no monetary profit off this. The music and lyrics to 'Wicked Game' is by Chris Isaak.
I swore that I wouldn't do this, but Angelus won't leave me alone-so here is third story in the 'Games' series. To those people who have an idea of where I'm heading-yes, I am writing (another!) trilogy after this one, but once I write it, it will probably be posted to the Naked, Too website (go to WorstWitch's fanfic page).
No one's beta-read this except me, so please excuse any rough spots.
Angelus leaned on the railing of the Bronze and watched the Slayer. He found himself doing it more and more often these days. He tried to blame these actions on his 'better half', wherever he was, but deep down he knew the truth-no one was making him do this, he wanted to. He wanted to watch her, wanted to touch her. He wanted her.
He supposed part of it was that he owed his existence to Buffy, for she had brought Angelus forth. Her love had made Angel happy and broke his curse, leaving Angelus in charge of his body once again. Angelus tilted his head as a new song started. Slow and wistful and sensual, it suited his mood.
**The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do**
Angel had never ceased to be amazed that Buffy could love him; she had become his salvation. That was why he had made love to her that night, because he believed that Buffy's love was a sign that he could overcome his past, that he had maybe even been forgiven for his previous life.
Thinking about those particular memories, Angelus smirked.
**I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you**
For Angel, Buffy had been his most precious dream come true. Her beauty, her bravery, her compassion and her loyalty. She even had a sense of humor-a rare thing in a Slayer. Most of all, she had known everything that he was; yet she had still loved him without reservation.
**I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in love with you**
As he watched, Buffy made her way through he crowds below. Angelus frowned as Buffy twisted her body and swung her hips to take advantage of a gap in the throng, her movements sending a shiver of memory through him. Not just Angel's memories, but his own. That night on the dance floor, several weeks ago. He had tried to use her recollections of her night with Angel, but she had turned the tables on him, making him re-live the memories himself, until he had stalked away, unable to stop from kissing her for two seconds longer-and he couldn't let himself do that.
**What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you**
Just thinking of it now sent a thread of lust shooting through his body. Ever since, Angelus had recalled the night of Buffy's seventeenth birthday more and more often; more and more vividly. He'd even dreamed of it lying beside Drusilla during the day. If she had been telepathic as well as clairvoyant, Drusilla probably would have castrated him-she'd always been violent in jealousy.
**What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you**
He knew Buffy hated him more and more every night. Oddly enough, it made him want her even more. The night she'd confessed her hatred and despair to him on the roof of the Bronze, he'd actually told her that he was starting to like her. That was one of the reasons he'd killed Jenny Calendar two nights later, to try to kill off the part of him that had started to want the Slayer in his arms and in his bed.
**And I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in love with you**
Buffy stared out to the dance floor, humming along to the music under her breath. She was alone, but it suited her tonight. She couldn't stop her gaze going to the place where she and Angelus had stood, weeks ago, as they had danced to a song by Massive Attack. His touch had been exactly like Angel's during that song. She hadn't been able to stop her body from responding to it, almost convinced against her will that it was Angel.
**The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do**
Then-thanks to an inspirational song requested by Cordelia-she'd turned the tables on him. She'd made him flashback through Angel's memories of her and of what they had done together, until he had been just as affected by her, as she had by him. He hadn't run from her, but he had been walking pretty fast.
**I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you**
Buffy frowned as she tried to remember who had pointed out that she seemed to go for two distinct types-Angel and his exact opposite. Angel had been the man who had won her heart though; the man who had won her soul. Vampire or no, Angel had been the man of her dreams-loving, handsome, loyal, smart, able to let her set the pace of their relationship. He wasn't even disgusted by how ruthlessly she killed-he understood it.
Buffy had dreaded dying without him. Buffy had dreaded watching him die. She had never dreamed that she would lose Angel, but still have to face his body opposing hers. She had never dreamed that she would lose Angel, but still have to face her body wanting his, no matter what dwelled inside it.
**No I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in love with you**
The truth was, she had loved the way Angelus had touched her. She'd loved the way his body had come to life beneath her hands and voice even more. Buffy couldn't stop herself from thinking that if Angelus had touched her that same way the night after he birthday, when they had met for the first time in his apartment, she would have made love with him without hesitation, convinced that he was Angel.
**(This world is only gonna break your heart)**
She missed Angel so much. She wanted him so much. Ever since her birthday, she had dreamed of the two of them together every night. Every kiss, every touch. But most of all their lovemaking, until she was ready to scream with the need for Angel.
**Nobody, loves no one...**
As Buffy made her way out of the Bronze, headed to the graveyard for patrol, Angelus climbed out the window and headed for the roof, to select his target for the night. Both were absolutely determined not to think of the other any more tonight.
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The End~
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