"Ohhhh," Willow opened her eyes and quickly closed them again. "What a
  dream.
  No more peanut butter and pickle sandwiches before bedtime, ever." She
  opened
  her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light streaming in through the
  french doors, and untangled her arms from around the plush toy plastered
  against her chest. "ACK!" A flash of green flew across the room and bounced
  against the wall. "MR. FROGGY!?!"

  She rolled over on her back quickly and heard a squeak. An angry little
  bundle
  of fur shot out from underneath her and landed on the floor by the bed,
  glaring at her while it stretched.

  "A cat? How did a..." Willow's eyes got big as realization hit her. "It wasn't
  a dream! Oh, no!" She clutched the covers around her. "He was here. Last
  night. In my bedroom. And he wants to have fun. WIth me. Oh, no."

  She took a deep breath. <Calm down. It's morning now. He didn't hurt you.
  The
  others will know what to do. It'll be okay.> The kitten jumped on the bed and
  looked at Willow disapprovingly. Willow looked back, eyes blank. <And I have

  to figure out what to do with you. Mom is sooooo allergic. She'll kill me if
  she finds you here.>

  The alarm went off, making both Willow and the kitten jump.

  <Oh, God. What a way to start the day.>

  The school day passed by in a blur. Willow knew her friends were worried
  about
  her absent mindedness, but she couldn't help herself. She replayed her
  conversation with Angelus over and over in her head, trying to figure out what
  exactly he was after.

  After school, in the library, Willow returned her books on witchcraft and took
  the new ones Giles had found for her without really even looking at them. She

  dumped them on the table and took the empty seat next to Cordelia.

  "What'll it be tonight, guys? Want to Bronze it?" Buffy jumped on to the edge
  of the table, swinging her feet in the air.

  "Buffy." Giles reprimanded.

  "Okay." She rolled her eyes and plopped down in a chair.

  "I don't know about you guys but I'm in the mood for fun. " Buffy smiled
  happily. "I haven't had to kill anything all week, and I haven't seen Angel in
  days. Maybe he's gone."

  "Somehow I doubt it." Giles put down his book and looked thoughtful.
  "Though
  his absence is a good sign. He may not be gone, but he may have moved
  on."

  "Huh?" Xander asked eloquently. "Meaning what? Dead Boy's found a new
  hobby?
  Like collecting baseball cards or something?"

  Giles took his glasses off and started polishing them with his handkerchief.
  "Not precisely. Angel - Angelus - has historically had rather an obssessive
  nature. Buffy is only the latest in a long line of these obssessions. He tends
  to fixate on beautiful, unusual women. The Watcher Journals mention quite a
  few of them...including Drusilla." He put his glasses back on and pushed
  them
  in place with a forefinger.

  "Perhaps Angelus has decided that Buffy won't fulfill whatever need fuels this
  obssession of his and has found someone else who will."

  "What?" Buffy looked outraged.

  "Jealous much?" Cordelia smirked. She dug out her compact and inspected
  herself in the mirror.

  "Not at all!" Buffy protested. At least, she didn't think she was. Was she?

  Willow closed her eyes. <Great. He has an ossessive nature. How
  comforting.>

  "Earth to Willow, Earth to Willow. Come in, Willow!" Xander threw a wad of
  paper at her from across the table. It bounced off her shoulder and right into
  Cordelia's compact, obstructing her view for a moment.

  "Do you mind!?!" Cordelia looked down at the missile loathingly and went
  back
  to fixing her lipstick. <I bet I know how it got smudged.> Willow thought to
  herself with a pang.

  "Willow?" Buffy tapped her on the shoulder. "You feeling okay? You've been
  kind of out of it today...I mean, an 88 on a math quiz just isn't like you."

  "What's up with that, anyway?" Cordelia asked, as she snapped her compact
  shut
  and stowed it away in her carefully coordinated bag. "Why do they make us
  learn all that stupid, useless math stuff anyway? Okay, I can see the
  importance of knowing how to figure out what 45% off regular price is, or how
  much longer it would take to pay off a Mercedes than a BMW, but
  calculus!?!"

  "Cordy, we're talking about Willow now, okay, Honey?" Xander looked at
  Willow
  with concern. "An 88? What's the matter, Will? Are you feeling okay?
  Something
  wrong?"

  This was the perfect opportunity to tell them. Willow opened her mouth to
  recount her midnight visit from Angelus, then closed it again.

  She just couldn't bring herself to say anything. They'd think she was crazy!
  She could imagine the look on Cordelia's face when she heard that Willow
  seemed to be the latest "beautiful, unusual" woman Angelus had developed
  an
  obssession for. And Buffy...she had definitely reacted with jealousy at the
  thought that her ex-honey had moved on.

  No. She'd wait and figure out exactly what what was going on before she told
  the others.

  "I'm fine, guys, really. Just tired. I rescued a kitten last night and had to
  get up early to bring it to Amy's before school. It worked out perfectly; she
  is just about ready for her first familiar." Willow looked at her Winnie the
  Pooh watch." Oh! My after school computer tutorial started 5 minutes ago! I'll
  see you at the Bronze tonight, okay? Oz and the band should be on about
  10!"

  She scooped up her books and ran out the doors before anyone could say
  anything.