~ :: CHAPTER ONE :: ~

Buffy knew it now; Angel bad.  She’d have to kill him, and, as much as she didn’t believe herself, she knew she would.  She leaned back against one of the gravestones and looked up at the stars. 

The one guy she’d ever really trusted turned psycho-vamp on her the second it got serious.  She’d heard of bad break-ups.

“Slayer,” growled a dark voice.  She turned to look at the peroxide-blonde vampire who stood in front of her, but other than that did not move; the stake was already in her hand.  “I need a word.”

“Oh, okay then.”  She sighed, dragging herself up off the grassy floor.  “Let’s go, blondie.”  She dusted herself off and raised the stake, standing ready to fight.

He frowned and tilted her head, making her feel out of the loop of some huge joke.  “Look, I’m not here to kill you.”  She snorted.

“Like you could.”  He narrowed his eyes and glared at her.  She shrugged and lowered the stake, standing up straight.  “Okay, what?”

“I think we can help each other out.”  He said.  She folded her arms and watched him. 

“Exactly how do you think you can help me, or I would want to help you?”  She rolled her eyes as he began to speak.

“Recently, Dru’s been--”

“What do I care for her?”  She asked, scowling, hands on hips.  “Now, can we get to the part where I kick your ass?” 

“What about Angel?”  He growled back, vomiting internally at the name.  “You still love him, right?”

She shifted feet, uncomfortably.  “Just for your information, no I don’t.”

His brow lifted momentarily before shooting them back down at the look on her face.  “Look, the way I see it is this; you need Angel and I need Dru, right?  Even if it’s just to kill them.”  She didn’t respond.  “We can help each other out.  I don’t kill you, and you don’t kill me.”  He watched her.  He could almost see the cogs turning in her brain.  “So, what do you think, Slayer?”

 

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