Chpt. 21 

Buffy felt gloomy and bored. The family physician had assured her parents
that she would be fine as long as she stayed in bed for a few weeks and
rested. On top of her sore head and sprained ankle, she had caught a cold.
Yet now she was feeling quite herself except the still bruised ankle.

"When will I be released?" Buffy cried out in agony toward Willow who
sat in front of the fire reading a new novel.

"Huh? Oh, Doctor Matthews said you should be able to get up and about in
a few more days. He just doesn't want to risk worsening your ankle injury."
Willow informed her as she kept her eyes glued to the pages in the book.

"I hate this." Buffy sat down in front of her windows. Looking out of
the view she wondered what Angelus was doing? She didn't want to tell Willow
how disappointed she had been when only Faith and her mother had visited her.
She had hoped that Angelus himself would come as well.

"I know." Willow sighed.

"Have you heard anything?" Buffy look at her friend with hope of news
that might let her know what he had been doing.

"When I went to the market yesterday I ran into Cordelia's maid, Myra,
she mention that Mrs. Chase has hopes for marrying Cordelia off soon. You
could tell the entire household was joyous with that thought. I heard she is
awful to her servants." Willow explained as she sat the book in her lap.

"What does that have to do with Angelus?" Buffy felt her stomach
clenching at the thought of him proposing to the likes of Cordelia Chase.

"Nothing, I guess; except that Mrs. Chase has been visiting the
Wainwrights as well as attending every party they do. That they have been
attending parties thrown by some of the less wealthy families indicates just
how much she wishes to remain front and center of the Wainwrights. You know
how Mrs. Chase only attends the elite parties." Willow pushed a loose piece
of hair from her face as she talked.

"This is not good." Buffy began to feel sick to her stomach. She knew
Mrs. Chase well enough to know that she would want her daughter to marry into
only the wealthiest family and right now that family was named Wainwright.

"Buffy, I must ask you something." Willow chewed on her lips nervously.

"Go on." Buffy sensed that Willow was about to ask something rather
personal.

"I know you are quite taken with Mr. Donavon and I was wondering...
well, Buffy you have been alone with Angelus twice. I was just curious
whether anything happen between you two that might make you believe he could
care for you?" Willow stumbled with her words. She didn't want to accuse her
best friend of being a scarlet woman but knew all too well how easily one
could get caught up in the moment.

"I must confess, Willow." Buffy looked at her friend with sincere eyes.

"I ... well, we... kissed the second time. We did nothing in the barn
that night. He was a complete gentleman. But with my fall and wet clothes we
disrobed to prevent becoming ill. In that time, I may have asked him to kiss
me. Actually, I nearly had to get on my knees to beg him to kiss me. It was
horrible the way that I pleaded, but it was so worth it. He was so... oh so
much more than I had ever experienced with Reilly. I'm afraid I'm falling for
him." Buffy looked at her with guilt filled eyes.

"Did you sleep with him?" Willow cried out.

"NO! He would not dare do anything that could cause me shame. He is very
much in controlled of himself. I hate to say this, but I wished that he had
been a scoundrel. I wanted him so badly; I ached for his touch." Buffy
explained.

Willow noticed the way her eyes seem to shine as she spoke about her
intimacy with Angelus.

"So, are you considering trying to pursue him for marriage?" Willow
stood up.

"I do not know. I do not even know if he feels anything for me. I can
tell you that I am truly infatuated with this man. He is everything that I
could want in a mate." Buffy offered.

"I want you to know that I only want you to be happy." Willow stepped in
front of Buffy as she looked down at her with warm eyes.

"I know you do. I also want the same for you, Willow." Buffy smiled.

"I'm afraid I am a lost cause. I cannot see myself ever allowing a man
to control me as my father does my mother." Willow replied with a frown.

"Why do you think your father controls your mother?" she asked softly.

"Why else would my mother desert me so often over the years? She chose
her husband, my father, over spending time with me. So often I would watch
them together and the way they looked at one another. It was as if there was
no room in their lives for me. I often felt like a burden to them." Willow
answered with tears in her eyes.

"That cannot be so. Your parents are gypsies at heart. They love to
search the world for answers to important questions. I believe they think you
too independent to want to follow them around the world. If I were to guess,
I would say that they know how much you hate to go from place to place. So
they allow you to stay behind." Buffy hoped her advised held some truth in it.

"Perhaps you are right." Willow replied as she sat down next to Buffy
and looked out at the view.

"All I know for sure is that you are always family to us." Buffy patted
her hands.

"I am lucky to have you." Willow gave her a weak smile.

"What are you going to do about winning Angelus?" Willow remembered
their earlier conversation.

"I fear I have no plan. I want it to happen naturally or not at all."
Buffy confessed.

Willow agreed with her that love should come easy and not plotted out to
the smallest detail. It was the one thing that bonded them together. They
hated the way the world played games. Love was supposed to happen not be
manipulated.

Both heads turn at the sound of an approaching rider. Buffy's heart
began to soar when she saw that one of the riders was Angelus himself.
 

Chapter 22

Faith had noticed immediately that her brother was acting strange. She also
saw the way that Buffy appeared disappointed that it had only been she and
her mother who arrived to visit with them. She was not, in the least, fooled
about those two. They are mad about one another. Whenever she mentioned the
girl's name around Angelus, a dreamy expression would appear on his face.

When Faith asked if he had been by to see how Buffy was doing he had given
her a gloomy look. She knew that he was trying to keep his distance from
Buffy. She was not sure why and wondered if something had been said between
them that caused Angelus to lose interest in Buffy.

"I'm glad you came with me. I know that it will brighten her day to see that
you are well. She was quite concerned that you might be ill as well." Faith
had lied to make him feel guilty for not coming sooner.

"I will assure her that I'm in the best health possible. Once I've seen her,
I must locate her father. He wanted to show me 'round his stables the next
time I visited. I do not want to insult the man." Angelus allowed her to know
right away that he would be leaving swiftly once he saw Buffy.

"Very well." Faith replied with a sweet smile.

The butler allowed them in, showed them to the parlor then left to inform
Buffy she had guest.

In minutes, Willow was helping Buffy down the stairs. Faith repressed a
giggle when she saw how delighted Buffy was to see Angelus, knowing she had
been right all along about the two.

"Are you okay?" Angelus flew out of the chair and across the room to
assist Willow getting Buffy to a seat. He noticed her bandaged foot as well
as the slight limp.

"I'm fine. The doctor wanted to keep this infernal thing on for a few
more days." Buffy whined.

"I see she makes a lousy patient." Angelus chuckled as he helped her sit
down.

"Horrible." Willow exclaimed with her own chuckle.

"I hate being kept in the house for weeks. I tell you its unbearable."
Buffy sighed as she fixed her skirt to cover her ankles.

"I can understand that. Once I was ill and forced to my room for nearly
a month." Faith informed her.

"Are you well, other than your ankle?" Angelus looked at the top of her
head.

"Yes, the enormous bump is gone." Buffy laughed as she touched the spot
on her head so recently swollen.

"I'm glad you are fairing well." Angelus said as his eyes met hers. He
felt a sudden electrical force between them. He wanted to kneel before her
and examine her for proof of her good health. However he restrained himself.

"I see you finally made it over for a visit." Rupert Giles walked into
the room.

Buffy and Angelus shared a quick glance of panic between them before
focusing their attention on her father.

"Yes, I'm afraid I was too busy helping my father settle his new
business to get here sooner." Angelus apologized as he reached out to shake
Mr. Summers' already extended hand.

"Quite all right. I know too well how much time business takes from us."
Rupert replied with a gentle smile.

"If you ladies do not mind, I'm stealing Angelus for a bit." Rupert
explained as he and Angelus left the women alone.

"What is my father doing?" Buffy began to panic and her face showed it.

"He wanted to discuss some matter about horses, I believe." Faith
explained. She caught the terror in the young girl's eyes at the thought of
her father speaking alone with Angelus.

"Oh. Of course." Buffy said with relief.

"How have you been doing? I'm so sorry I cannot show you about as I had
hoped." Buffy turned her attention to Faith.

Faith was astonished at how sincere she truly sounded. She realized
Buffy did not see her as an extension of her brother, thus pleasing Faith
immensely.

"Dreadful, I must confess. We have had to attend a few parties that
are... well, just not very lively." Faith confided in her two new friends.

"What do you mean?" Willow asked with a curious smile.

"It is the bloody Chase family that is driving me mad, I tell you.
Everywhere we go they are in attendance. My mother is struggling to remain
pleasant toward them. She is not fooled; she knows they are after her sons."
Faith told them with anger showing across her face.

"Which son?" Willow asked for Buffy. She knew that Buffy was already
wondering this question.

"I'm not sure. Most likely whichever one she can win. I think that
Cordelia Chase is a very lovely girl, but she is so cold. My brothers will
not settle for a socialite for a wife. They will want someone who is like my
mother." Faith sighed heavily.
"William is appalled by her and thankful she is most likely after
Angelus." Faith finished.

"How does Angelus feel for her?" Buffy cried out. She feared that they
could hear the pounding of her heart.

"He does not say. My brother rarely speaks of any female friend he
keeps. He says it rude to kiss and tell, even with family." Faith replied.

"Oh." Buffy answered.

"And what of you, Faith? Have you not yet met a man whom you might
fancy?" Willow changed the subject to give Buffy time to calm herself.

"I fear that any man whom I would even give a second glance would also
give me the jitters. You see I have a rather large dowry. I always suspect
any man who is nice to me, is only after that. They do not want to get to
know me; they just want the money." Faith sensed that these two understood
her cynical opinion.

"It is such a pity that we as women must worry about such things."
Willow sighed softly.

"I'm just glad I have parents who allow me the right to choose a
husband. I've known too many young ladies who were force to marry men neither
knew nor liked." Faith told them.

"Same here. My parents were lucky to choose each other and so want the
same choice for me." Buffy agreed.

"That reminds me, your friend Alexander, which of you is he pursuing?"
Faith had almost forgotten the one question that had weighed heavily on her
mind.

After the picnic she had seen him at several parties and had a chance to
dance with him. He was so full of life. She could not help but feel so at
ease with him. However, she did remember the way he seemed to visit here
often. She was not sure if he was Willow's beau or Buffy's.

"Neither, that I know of." Buffy gasped.

"I'm sorry, did I overstep my friendship?" Faith asked with a shaky
smile.

"NO, not at all. It is just that Alexander grew up with us. I do not
think that either of us has ever really looked at him as a man, let me
rephrased that, as a possible beau. I must confess he has always been the
elder brother I long for." Buffy replied.

"Oh. I see." Faith answered.

Willow sat quietly next to Buffy. She was afraid that she had kept her
secret too well. She had longed for Alexander often in the past two years.
She of course was aware that Alexander felt strongly for Buffy. She knew this
because he had admitted it once. She had kept his secret as well as her true
feelings.

The girls continued to talk until Angelus returned. He told Buffy that
he was glad to see she was well and expects a dance, to prove to him that her
ankle was indeed recovered, the moment she well. Then, reminding Faith that
it grew late, they left.

Buffy stared at the spot where Angelus stood earlier and felt the
familiar ache each time he left.

Chapter 23

Angelus had arrived at the McCastle's dinner party a little earlier than
usual. He was eager to see Buffy. It had been two weeks since he saw her
last. He had drilled Faith for any information on whether or not she would be
attending social events. When Faith finally revealed that she was excited
about an event because Willow and Buffy would be attending, he knew that she
liked both girls equally and that she would not be a wallflower this evening.

Looking around the room, he tried to catch a glimpse of Buffy. He saw
several familiar faces but none of them were hers. He fought to control his
emotions. He knew it would not be wise to allow others to see how excited he
was to just be in the same room with this fascinating young lady.

"I guess I can count you out of tonight's card game." William spoke next
to him, knowing exactly what Angelus was trying to hide from the others.

"I'm afraid so. I fear that I have not had much luck with cards lately."
Angelus gave him a weak excuse.

"Perhaps not the cards, but you definitely have had your share of luck."
William snorted.

"Thanks to you, dear brother." Angelus chuckled as he gave his brother a
sideways glance before entering the room.

"I fear you might be in some trouble tonight." William said dryly.

"What do you mean?" Angelus frowned.

"I have learned in these last few weeks attending these horrible dinners
that Buffy is well sought out, and that one Miss Chase has her heart set on
you. I believe you and Buffy must inform one another of your feelings or
take the chance of losing one another." William said taking a glass of
champagne from the servant passing by them.

"What in hell are you talking about?" Angelus turned to look at William.

"Come off of it. You are as smitten with her as she is with you. Yet if
you both continue to play this cat and mouse game, one or both of you will be
too late. Face facts, she is not getting younger and I'm sure she is feeling
pressure to find a suitable husband." William explained with a serious
expression.

"I doubt that. Her parents seem well matched and would want the same
opportunity for their own daughter. I'm not planning on running away with
Miss Chase, so Buffy has nothing to fear on that matter." Angelus rolled his
eyes at his brother's theory.

"Perhaps you do not know how persuasive other men can be with a sweet
little thing like Buffy. Realistically, had it been any other man with her
the way you were, he would have taken advantage of the situation. Not every
man is as strong as you." William knew he was sticking it to Angelus by
making him jealous but could not resist.

"I will kill any man who tries to force himself on her." Angelus growled.

William nearly choked on his drink. He had thought Angelus was just
infatuated with the mysterious little thing; now he feared that his brother's
feelings went much deeper.

"I fear you would." William replied with a soft tone.

"I just think it is a horrid thing when a man forces himself on a woman
then blackmails her into marriage." Angelus tried to recover.

"I agree with you." William agreed and decided not to irritate his
brother anymore with the subject. He was not in the mood to stir up anger in
Angelus. He had felt his wrath one time too many.

Angelus felt like quite anxious as he waited for Buffy to appear. Then,
just as he was about to explode, he saw her enter the room. She was not
alone, however. His heart sank when he saw her on the arm of Alexander. This
was not the first time he had seen the young lad around her. He hated to
consider that Alexander might have feelings for Buffy. He knew these two were
rather close and her family approved of him.

He began to step toward her but came to an abrupt stop. A pretty
brunette blocked his path. Looking down he saw the notorious Miss Chase. He
wondered what he must say or do to let her know, rather gently of course,
that he was not interested in her?

"Would you mind walking me in to dinner. My father is not here tonight."
Cordelia batted her eyes as she smiled sweetly up at him.

"I would be... delighted." Angelus answered once he saw that Alexander
accompanied Buffy into the dining area. He vowed to stay calm and not do or
say anything that might expose his true feelings for Buffy. Most of all he
would have to refrain from snapping off Alexander's head. He hated watching
as Buffy laughed and smiled so openly with the boy.

He wished it were he that held her attention not Alexander.

Chapter 24 

Buffy had felt his presence the moment she stepped in the room. Luckily,
Alexander was glued to her side, thus preventing her from flying to Angelus
like a lovesick puppy. She knew that her feelings grew stronger for him each
time they came in contact with one another. It was a most bizarre and
intriguing experience.

She reminded herself how she had flirted and smiled like a baboon when
she was around Reilly and decided that this round she would play things much
more cooler. Not only to protect her pride but her heart as well. She knew
Angelus found her attractive but did not know he truly cared for her? Could
he grow to love her? These were the questions that concerned her.

When dinner was announced, she saw Cordelia clinging to Angelus' arm.
She wanted to run across the run and scratch the girl's eyes out. Instead she
put a big pretty smile on her face and walked alongside Alex.

When they sat down she glanced around to see where everyone would be
seated. Buffy would never understand how that woman's mind worked, but she
finally found her name and began to sit down. Alex was seated across from
her. She was relieved to see that at least one person would be close by to
talk to. Then she felt the pit of her stomach hit the floor with a loud thud
as she looked at the name to her right side. Angelus was to sit by her on one
side and then quickly glancing to her left she felt enormous relief to see
that Faith was to be seated on the other side of her. She thought this might
be a good night after all until she watched as Cordelia sat next to Alex
directly across from Angelus.

She felt more sorry for Alexander than anyone at that moment. She knew
how much he detested Cordelia, who was constantly rude to him. He was the
only young man who did not find her appealing. So he often used an imaginary
shield when she began to talk, throwing a few little puns back at her. It was
incredible to watch.

"It appears we will have a chance to talk." Angelus said low enough for
just her ears.

"Yes, it does." Buffy placed her napkin on her lap as she forced her
eyes to stay forward and not directly on the magnificent man next to her.

"Good evening, Faith." Buffy smiled happily at her newfound friend.

"It is such a relief to sit near you." Faith whispered.

"The feeling is mutual." Buffy replied with a soft giggle.

"I'm so glad you were able to come tonight. I know how much you dislike
your movement to be limited to the house." Faith commented.

"I'm looking forward to dancing tonight." Buffy replied with a soft
blush when she remembered Angelus' offer to dance with her at the next dinner
party they attended.

"I bet you are." Faith bit down on her lip from chuckling. She too,
remembered Angelus' promise to Buffy.

"How are you feeling?" Angelus cut into their conversation.

"I'm feeling well, thank you." Buffy answered politely.

"Angelus, how do you like the soup? It is one of my favorites. Mrs.
McCastle always has her cook make when I come to her parties." Cordelia ask
as she stared hard at him from across the table.

Buffy and Alexander exchanged a knowing look before dipping their spoon
in the cucumber soup. Both were struggling to not laugh or make a remark that
might start a heated conversation between the three of them.

"It is wonderful." Angelus remarked as he felt the tension between Buffy
and Cordelia.

"I hoped you enjoyed the strawberry pie I sent over to your office."
Cordelia batted her eyes as she gave Buffy a side-glance letting her know
that she was staking her claim on Angelus.

"I'm afraid William ate most of it before I returned." Angelus
apologized. He knew he could have lied but for some reason he wanted her to
know that he had not enjoyed it.

"I will have cook make you another." Cordelia stated with a sweet smile.

Alexander and Buffy both felt ill at the sight of Cordelia throwing
herself at this man.

"I'm not sure if you prefer strawberries to cherries but Buffy makes a
excellent cherry pie." Alexander informed Angelus. He wasn't sure why, but he
wanted to show up Cordelia when compared to Buffy. He sensed that Buffy liked
this new neighbor of hers. Although he was deeply in love with her himself,
he knew that she would never look at him the way she did other men. He had
accepted his role as "brother" years ago.

"Did you make the pie we ate at the picnic?" Angelus turned his
attention to Buffy. She saw Cordelia's mouth hit the table. She felt a sudden
thrill of knowing what had transpired with this man after the picnic.

"Yes, I did. I enjoy baking this time of the year." Buffy answered
without a hint of pride in her voice. She made it sound as if it was a normal
occurrence for a lady of her status to be in the kitchen.

"Why this time of the year?" Angelus was interested in what she said.
Anyone who was watching them could see his attention was for her only.

"It is cooler. The kitchens can get as hot as Hades." Buffy explained.
She had nearly fainted a few times when she helped cooked Christmas dinner.
Of course, with the extremely large guest list, she had been in the kitchen,
conferring with cook, for nearly two straight days to ensure everything was
properly prepared.

"I see." Angelus moved his hand back to allow the servant to take his
barely eaten soup away and place the entree before him.

"Do you know anything of cooking, Faith?" Buffy turn her attention
toward to his sister, Faith, who was quite surprised at her inclusion in the
conversation. Normally, she merely sat and ate while others talked around
her.

"I have tried a few times, but I fear that I'm not much help in the
kitchen." Faith confessed.

"My mother says it takes a certain kind of woman to cook. Some of us
were just not born to do such things." Cordelia snap with a hint of sarcasm
in her voice.

Buffy stiffen at her subtle insult. She knew that Cordelia thought Buffy
should have been born as a maid rather than the daughter of a wealthy
businessman.

"No, some of us only know how to delegate work. I fear I'm more
independent that most young ladies. I want to know I can care for myself if I
should ever be forced into a position that calls for it. Besides, the only
way to run a household properly is to know exactly what each task entails."
Buffy gave Cordelia a cold look as she began to eat.

Angelus wanted to stand up and cheer for Buffy but knew that would only
cause a scene.

"I think that is rather...well, smart of you. I like a woman who can do
for herself, if necessary." Angelus made sure to place a pleasant look on his
face as he glance at Cordelia across the table.

Alexander nearly fell over laughing at the sight of Cordelia, who was
beet red at the moment. He knew she had failed to impress Angelus. Like
Buffy, he enjoyed watching the ice princess get burned.

Buffy tried to focus most of her attention on Faith and Alexander while
leaving Angelus and Cordelia to chat throughout the rest of the meal. She
knew that Cordelia might have impressed him with her beauty, status, and
charm, but she saw that Angelus wanted much more than that in a wife. She
also felt a small victory in the knowledge that she had seen this man
completely naked. That he kissed her like a man starving for days.

Once the meal was over she was relieved to be able to stand and move
about. She wanted to get as far away from Cordelia Chase as possible. Her
thoughts on Angelus were decidedly different. Cordelia would attempt to stick
to Angelus like glue. She really could not blame her for trying. After all,
she had done the same thing when it came to Reilly. Buffy now realized how
pathetic she must have looked. She hoped Cordelia did not get hurt as
severely as she had been.

Chapter 24 

In a matter of minutes the candlelit ballroom was filled with people while
the musicians played a soft melody. Buffy was caught up with the smell of
roses and the sound of the music that she didn't even know with whom she was
dancing. She just went from one dance to the next. She was completely
enjoying her newfound freedom. Not to mention that she felt no pain after
the last few weeks she had endured was a pleasant feeling for her.

She looked up as the music slowed and Timothy Garrett released her hand
allowing her next partner to take his place. She looked up with a flushed
face to see that her next partner was Angelus.

"I finally get a dance with the belle of the ball." He teased her as he
took her hand in his. Although she was wearing gloves, she could feel the
warmth flowing from his hand to hers.

"I would not say I qualify for such a grand honor." Buffy chuckled as
she began to let her feet follow his around the floor.

She was unaware of the sudden whispers and eyes that set on the young
couple who seemed to float as they danced together.

"If I were the judge I would definitely give you the crown. It appears
that your ankle is truly healed." Angelus smiled softy down at her.

"Yes, at last I've been freed." Buffy answered with a slow southern
drawl.

Angelus laughed as she acted so dramatic. He had watched for nearly an
hour as every available man, young or old, asked her hand for a dance. He had
felt a jolt of panic hit him hard when he watched as men smiled and flirted
with her. He knew William was correct about men flocking to her side. He
looked around the room several times to see if there was anyone who came
close to her beauty and had failed to find it.

Cordelia was a beautiful, well shaped young lass but when one looked
deep in her eyes you could see the coldness that lied there. She seemed to be
having a hard time covering that flaw up.

"I feared I might not get a chance to dance with you." Angelus commented
as he looked up at the crowd and caught several eyes glued to them.

"I'm glad you did. This way I can prove that I have completely healed."
Buffy felt the pit of her stomach starting to shake nervously as his fingers
began to caress the back of her hand.

"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about what happened." Angelus
decided it was best to bring up the subject so that he could see how she felt
about what had been done. He feared she would be upset that he had taken
advantage of her when she was in a weakened state.

"I.... oh...I mean I understood. I was willing." Buffy stammered for a
second searching for the right words. She did not want to sound like a loose
woman; but, at the same time, she wanted him to know that, given the chance,
she would do it again.

"I know, but you were also a bit delirious; it was wrong of me to do
those things." Angelus stared away for a second to gain control of his speech
before returning his eyes to her lovely face.

"How was it wrong? Was it wrong because I was not the right woman with
whom to do those things? Or was it wrong in a moral way?" Buffy asked.

He nearly choked on his tongue at her questions. He sensed she was
trying to tell him, in a subtle way, that not only did she enjoy it but
wanted more. Was he imagining it?

"I'm not sure how to answer the first question. I do know that morally,
of course, it is always wrong. As far as the right woman, well, I have to be
honest and say I never ask myself that before. I mean I've not been the
celibate type Buffy. I have had my randy days. I always go for the woman I'm
interested in. I fear I never question whether she is the "right" one to make
love to." Angelus wondered if any of that made sense to her? He knew that she
was a virgin and therefore knew very little about the world or the ways of
sex. How could he expect her to understand a different force drives men?

"I fear I lack knowledge in that area. But I assure you I am a fast
learner." Buffy knew what she was saying was rather aggressive but could not
help herself.

This man made her burn and ache in a way she never imagine possible.
Lately, her happiness depended on whether or not she would see him at some
point during the day. She knew she should pull back from going to fast with
him. Yet here she was letting him know she would willingly participate in a
tutorial with him as the master.

"I remember." Angelus felt the sweat sliding down the back of his neck.
She was trying to make clear she was offering herself to him. He was shocked
that she would give herself so easily? What was her motive? Was she trying to
make someone jealous, or was she just simply curious about sex? Why did he
even care, he never would have before?

"I remember every detail." Buffy's eyes slid down his face, down his
chest, and landing at his manhood. Angelus felt himself stiffen at that
precise moment her eyes fell on it.

"Are you trying to drive me mad woman?" Angelus chuckled as he began to
feel weak. He wanted her so bad that he began to wonder if they were to slip
outside how long might they have before someone would come looking for them?

"I apologize if I have offended you." Buffy batted her long eyelashes
with a fake innocent smile on her face.

"You could never offend me with such talk." Angelus began to scan the
room for a quick escape route for the two of them. He knew this was neither
the right place nor time to make love to her, but he intended to kiss her. He
had to taste her mouth before he could find any peace. He needed to know
that she truly wanted to be kissed this time.

"I had thought not, but a lady must be careful these days." Buffy
replied.

"Let us go." Angelus was relieved that the music had stopped and the
dance ended. With her hand still in his, he led her off the floor before
someone could approach her for another dance.

"You look a pit pale, perhaps you need some fresh air." He said so that
if others overheard they might think that was the reason he was taking her
outside alone.

Buffy smiled from ear to ear as he led her outside. He watched as he
cleverly slipped them both out without anyone noticing. She was impressed
with his devious abilities.

"At last, we are alone." Angelus looked from side to side to see if any
other lovers had got the same ideal as them. Seeing the path was clear
without saying another word he pulled her body next to his. Then as they both
smiled warmly at one another, he bent down and began to kiss her with so much
happiness in his heart that he knew if he died at that very moment he would
leave this world a happy man.

Chapter 25 

Buffy felt as if she was literally floating on air. She had not dare
imagine that he would had been so bold or so hungry for her.

She was not sure if she was relieved or frustrated that Willow had
stopped them. Although once they arrived in the privacy of her room, Willow
made her feelings clear about their situation.

"I believe that he might share the same feelings toward you Buffy, but
for God's sake what were you two thinking? What if I had been your mother
looking for you? Do you not fear the chance of being forced into marriage
with him? Trust me darling, as much as your parents adore you if they had
caught you they would have done forced you both into marriage." Willow shook
her head while she began to undress for the evening.

"I would not have cared, at that moment, I fear." Buffy confessed.

"What? Are you daft?" Willow stared hard at her best friend. What was
going on with her? When had the thought of marriage not caused anger or fear
in her?

"Perhaps. I do not know. All I do know is that I cannot get enough of
him. He seems to complete me. I mean, yes, I can survive without him but when
we are at last together, just in the same room, I feel as if I can breath
again." Buffy swoon as she touch her lips with her fingers, remembering his
lips pressed against her own earlier.

"Buffy, listen to what you are saying. I thought you did not want
marriage. What do you want from him if not marriage?" Willow cried out in
confusion.

"Why does one have to marry just for the pleasures enjoyed?" Buffy's
eyes sparkled with mischief as she teased her best friend.

"You cannot be serious!" Willow's hand flew over her mouth to prevent it
from screaming.

"I am. Why can I not just be his lover? Come now, Willow; you cannot
seriously believe that I would stay celibate for the rest of my life. I might
not want to jump into a marriage with the man or any other. I do however want
the touch of a man. I will know the pleasures of life." Buffy gave her a
serious smile.

"I fear that bump on your head caused brain damage." Willow sighed as
she turned Buffy around to help her out of her dress and then turning to let
Buffy repeat the action for her.

"I believe that it might have actually given me more wits. I know that
we live in a world that frowns on loose women but brags on men who keeps
score of his conquests. I cannot sit by and never know what it is that a man
and woman share behind the bedroom door." Buffy reached in her trunk pulling
out of her favorite nightgown and then slipping it on.

"You;re not the first young lady who was curious, sweetheart. But let me
remind you that curiosity killed the cat." Willow pulled the blanket back and
crawled up in the bed next to Buffy.

"Have you not seen him? Willow we are talking about Angelus here, he is
incredibly handsome and sweet. How can I resist his touch, his kiss, or
anything else connected to him? " Buffy exhaled deeply.

"I understand your desires, but…" Willow confessed.

"Willow, do you long for someone?" Buffy rolled on her side so she could
watch Willows face as she struggled to answer her.

"I once thought that I did want someone. I discovered that he longed for
another. After that I just let the thought of love or lust drift away from
me. I have grown rather comfortable in this place in my life." Willow tried
to explain why she was not longing for a man to be as delirious about as
Buffy was clearly for Angelus.

"Who? Why have you not told me this before now?" Buffy ask with a hurt
expression.

"It does not matter who. It never happened nor ever will. I am content
with that decision." Willow half lied. She really was still hurt from that
knowledge but did not want Buffy to know this. She knew that Buffy would
continue to try to force the identity of the man she still secretly craved.

"I cannot believe that. I know how it feels to have ones feelings not
returned. I still wonder from time to time what might my life might be now
had he felt the same." Buffy confessed.

"If we are talking about Reilly, then I will remind you that you would
not be allowed the chance with Angelus as you are having now." Willow giggled.

"Yes, I have been lucky. I guess I now understand what they mean by when
one window closes another opens. Had I married Reilly then I would have had
to watch Angelus from a far and wonder what it would be like to be loved by
him." Buffy answered with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Do you love him?" Willow asked with wide eyes.

"I do not know if what I feel is exactly love but I definitely lust
after him." Buffy chuckled.

"You are a brat." Willow rolled her eyes.

"No I'm not. I'm a wanton hussy." Buffy laughed.

"I'm starting to feel more sorry for Angelus every moment." Willow cried
out at her friend's brazen description of herself.

"Why?" Buffy feigned a hurt look.

"He has no clue to what he is walking into. You will drive that poor man
mad with your scheming." Willow informed her.

"Perhaps, perhaps not, I think he is man enough to take me on." Buffy
smiled wickedly.

"I would love that." Buffy smiled so brightly that although it was dark
outside he could see it clearly.

"I guess we will see in time." Willow yawned.

"Yes, time will surely tell." Buffy yawned.

"Good night." Buffy replied with a content smile as she fell asleep.


Willow turn over to blow out the candle that sat on the table next to
her side of the bed.

"Good night Buffy." Willow whispered as she began to close her eyes.

Chapter 26

Faith sat in the swing William had made for her. She was amazed at his
talent and creative side that he rarely used. It was a lovely afternoon. She
knew that she should be inside the house helping her mother with the dusting,
but she was too tired to do another thing that involved cleaning.

Her mother constantly wanted to move, dust, mop, or even paint something
every day. She was growing exhausted with her mother's urgency to make the
house look similar to their old house.

She looked up from her swing to see that someone was riding down the
road. It was a man she noted. As he rode closer she realized it was Alexander
Harrison. She felt her heart skipping a beat as he rode up to her.

"Good afternoon Miss Wainwright." Alexander took his hat off and bowed
to her.

"Hello to you too. How has your day been?" Faith tried to focus on
staying calm. It was getting harder by the second as his eyes were constantly
staring straight at her face. She was not sure what it was about this simple
man that stirred up such crazy feelings inside of her. There was nothing
unique about him. Yet he seem to be the one who could look at her and she
would feel faint.

"It has been well and now even better." Alexander smiles reached his
dimpled cheeks.

"I fear you are too kind, sir." Faith wondered if that was really her
voice she just heard flirting? What was coming over her?

"Not kind enough." Alexander teased.

"So what has you out on this beautiful evening?" She quickly changed the
subject. She was not comfortable with compliments.

"I just finished up some business in town today and seeing on how fine
the weather was, I decided to take the long way home. I'm glad, now, that I
did." Alexander answered.

"Oh." Faith mumbled. She was not sure what to say next. This was all too
confusing for her. Why did she always go mute whenever a nice guy was near?
She grew up with two older brothers and she would have thought that she would
be well experienced at carrying a conversation with a man.

"Did you enjoy the dinner party last night?" Alexander asked. He had
been one of her many dance partners the night before. Although she was not as
graceful nor as easy going, as Buffy, he could not seem to get her face out
of his mind. She was beautiful in her own way. He knew it was wrong to
compare any woman next to Buffy. Buffy was an exceptional woman. He knew that
no one would ever take her place in his heart. Not even the woman he might
marry someday.

"Yes, I did. I feel as if I gained twenty pounds from the wonderful food
I devoured." Faith joked.

"I assure you if you gained anything, it must have been beauty."
Alexander replied with a wicked smile.

"What is wrong with you?" Faith asked as she giggled.

"What do you mean?" Alex played as if he was ignorant to her question.

"Do not take this wrong but you do flatter me but I am not a fool. I see
the way you look at Buffy. I also know she does not see the sparkle in your
eye whenever she is near you." Faith could not resist from testing her theory
about Buffy and Alexander. She had asked both girls about their feelings
toward their long time friend and was surprised to hear that neither girl was
in the least interested in the most charming man she had ever met.

"I fear you see things too well. I fear that I once carried a small
torch for our beloved Miss Summers. I am also aware that her feelings for me
are not mutual." Alexander confessed.

"I'm sorry. Then again I'm more sorry for her." Faith flattered him.

"You are the one being too kind now." Alexander frowned.

"I'm sorry if I seem to be noisy." Faith blushed when she realized that
she might have hurt his feelings.

"Not in the least. I am pleased to speak to a woman who speaks her
mind." Alexander admitted.

"I do not think you feel quite that way about every woman." Faith
laughed.

She had listened and watched as Cordelia and Alexander were constantly
bickering between one another the night before.

"If we are including Miss Chase in this subject then you are correct."
Alexander chuckled.

"What is it about her that you do not take to?" Faith asked. She knew
why her brothers would find her unsuitable but she was curious what kept Alex
from being one of her followers?

"I fear she is vain. I strongly dislike a woman who is lazy and
unfeeling toward those who are weaker than herself." Alexander informed her.

"I will agree those are poor traits for anyone." Faith agreed with his
theory.

"Will you be attending our church picnic this Sunday?" Alexander found
himself remembering the picnic basket auction that was schedule this Sunday.

"I will indeed." Faith replied with a frown.

"Perhaps I will be blessed enough to pick your basket." Alexander
offered.

"Perhaps we will both be blessed in that case." Faith beamed.

"Until then." Alexander bowed once again before pushing horse back in
the direction of his home.

"Until then." Faith sighed dreamily.

She knew that caring for a man like Alexander might be risky but she
figured she had nothing else to loose.

Chapter 27 

Angeline watched as her son rode away for the third consecutive day
toward the Summers plantation. She was not quite sure how she felt about this
attraction he seem to have toward the young Miss Buffy. She found the young
girl to be quite kind, compassionate, and even smart, in the few visits she
had with her.

Perhaps, she was just fearing the heartache that might occur for her
beloved son if things should go wrong. She knew that Angelus was pretty good
at sizing people up. So, if he found Buffy worthy of pursuing then she should
just be happy for him and let the rest go.

"What are you doing out here?" William asked.

"Oh Will, you scared the dickens out of me!" Angeline chuckled as she
turn to see William staring at her.

"Sorry, mother." William chuckled.

"I had started out to go and find your sister but ended up watching
Angelus leave." Angeline confided.

"I know, it is strange to see Angelus, actually openly pursuing a young
suitable woman. I feel as if he has growned up on us." William teased.

Angeline rolled her eyes, while a smile appeared on her face. She knew
that William truly cared for his older brother but that did not stop him from
tormenting him either.

"I just hope that Miss Buffy is kind to him. I know how badly he was hurt
before." Angeline stopped herself from saying the dreaded name.

"We have all been hurt mother, and we are all still surviving." William
replied. He knew the name she almost spoke out loud.

"I know. I know." Angeline sighed heavily. Then taking a hold of his hand
she allowed him to walked her about the plantation in search of her daughter.
She tried to keep her mind off of the memories of that horrible girl who had
snuck her way into their lives and then caused horrid chaos. She was just
relieved that the girl was gone. She had done what had been needed in order
to rid her son of that heartless bitch. She would not allow herself to feel
guilt for it.

She did what any mother would have done to protect her son from the
devils daughter.
 

Chapter 28 

Angelus had been thrilled to discover that Joyce and Giles were away in
town when he arrived for his visit with Buffy. He had been on his best
behavior during his last two visits. It had been due to the fact that either
Joyce or Giles was with them each time.

"I love what you did with your hair." Angelus looked at her with adoring
eyes.

"I did not do anything. I left it down." Buffy frowned at him.

"I know, it is beautiful." Angelus replied.

"I swear." Buffy chuckled as she playfully swatted his shoulder.

"So, how was your afternoon meeting?" Buffy wanted to change the subject
before she lost herself in his dreamy eyes and began begging him to make love
to her then and there.

"Oh… it went well. Father acquired more business with a local merchant.
He was thrilled with it. I fear I was thinking of you rather than how much
business the gentleman had." Angelus confided.

"Angelus." Buffy lifted her head up to look deeper in his eyes.

"Yes, darling." Angelus held his breath as he watched her soft green
eyes turn dark with passion. He knew her moods through her eyes.

"I... well, I... was wondering if you were going to church on Sunday?"
Buffy stammered as she looked at his lips. She felt her stomach clenching at
the memory of the taste of his mouth.

"Uh? Oh, I had not planned on it, but why?" Angelus was not known for
regular church attendance. It was a day for rest, which he did for half of
the day.

"Well, this Sunday we have our annual picnic auction. What happens is
that each eligible woman makes a basket; but nobody knows who made which
basket. The men bid for the baskets. All the proceeds go to our local
orphans. Once the basket is paid for, the woman who made the basket steps
forward for lunch with the lucky man. We usually have a few games for fun, as
well." Buffy explained their tradition. It was one of her favorites because
it was for a worthy cause.

"So how will I know which one is your basket?" Angelus frowned. He did
not like the thought of someone else outbidding him for her basket. He felt a
burning sensation rush from his stomach, straight to his heart.

"I'm not supposed to tell you." Buffy cried out.

"So, what will happen if I guess wrong? What if I pick Cordelia's
basket?" Angelus tested her. He wondered if she was as jealous as he?

"You better not! For one thing she does not make a single item for her
basket; and for another, I will punch her in the eye." Buffy's voice began to
rise higher with each word. Her face turned red.

"Okay, okay, I was just teasing." Angelus began to laugh so hard it hurt.

Buffy had her hands on her hips, clucking her tongue. She had not found
it as nearly as funny as he had.

"I'm sorry... Buffy... I'm... serious." Angelus fought to hold the
laughter back.

"What did you find so funny?" Buffy snapped.

"I...well, just the thought of seeing you popping Cordelia in the face
was too much. I know you could do it, sweetheart; it was just that I could
see Cordelia screaming and crying as if you had shot her." Angelus explained
as he breathed heavily.

"Oh...well...that does sound funny... ha ha..." Buffy found herself
giggling at the image he had portrayed to her.

"See." Angelus took her hand in his hand.

"So, tell me, how will I know yours?" Angelus repeated the earlier
question.

"Use your heart. I think you will know without any hints at all." Buffy
placed her free hand over his.

"I hope your right." Angelus answered.

They stared into one another's eyes and felt the electricity running
between them. In moments like this, he felt as though she was a magnet,
pulling and drawing him to her. She was like a force that one could not break
away from, no matter how hard one tried.

"I'm glad you told me about the picnic." Angelus stated as his head
leaned in closer to hers.

"Me too." Buffy spoke softy as she anticipated his kiss.

Their lips connected and their souls began to sing in harmony as they
enjoyed a sweet and tender kiss. Her hand tightened in his grip as she felt
the hunger growing and burning in her veins.

"Ah hmm." They heard a fake cough.

Buffy pulled away from the kiss and turned, expecting, as usual, to see
Willow as usual. She was disappointed. It was not Willow at all. Instead it
was the last person she needed to see her kissing Angelus. The very last
person!
Chapter 29 

Buffy felt her stomach clenched as she stared up at the man she once thought
she would marry. Buffy waited for him to speak, but he said nothing. He just
seemed to stare at her as if she were invisible.

"Buffy?" Angelus broke the silence.

He was also looking at the strange young man, who seemed to be in agony.
What worried Angelus most was the way that Buffy seemed to stop breathing as
she looked up at this mystery man. Who was he, he wondered?

"Uh?" Buffy slowly turn her head to look back at Angelus.

"Who is this?" Angelus felt his palms sweat and his heart race as he
watched several different emotions fly across her face before she pulled
herself back together.

"I'm sorry.... I.... uh.... Angelus Donavon, this is Mr. Reilly Finn."
Buffy felt her mouth dry up as is she had tons of cotton balls in her mouth.

"Hello, sir." Reilly released his clinch fists and found his voice once
again.

"Hello, Mr. Finn." Angelus stood up and extended his hand toward the
young man.

Reilly stared down at the hand as if it were poisonous and then, with a
shaking hand he reached out, giving it a quick firm shake before pulling
away. Angelus knew the man was not happy with the thought of Buffy being with
him. He also sensed that Buffy had not expected a visit from him today or,
for that matter, ever.

"Reilly...I ...why are you here?" Buffy frowned up at him. She was still
struggling with her words.

"I apologize for interrupting you. I came to see your father on
important business matters. I know he is not expecting me, but while I was
traveling through I thought I would call, hoping to get a chance to speak to
him before I return home." Reilly replied with a nervous smile on his face.

"Father and mother are in town at the moment. They should be return very
shortly." Buffy stated.

Reilly stared at Angelus hard before returning his eyes on Buffy's face.

"I see. Perhaps I should just wait in your fathers study." Reilly was
straining to keep his voice steady as he turn on his heels and march back to
the house.

"Buffy, are you okay?" Angelus reached out to touch her but felt her
flinch away.

"No, I'm afraid I'm not." Buffy felt the angry tears stinging the back
of her eyelids.

"What is wrong?" Angelus knew there was a history between Buffy and
Reilly but was unsure of its extent.

"I'm...well... I'm just mad. Not at you, though." Buffy turn to look at
him and made a weak smile.

"Who is he?" Angelus looked at the spot where Reilly had been standing
seconds before.

"He is a old friend.... well, I'm not sure if I would even call him a
friend, exactly." Buffy mumbled.

Angelus stared at her. She was not making sense. This was not the Buffy
he knew. She had really been shaken up by this unexpected visit from Reilly.

"What would you call him then?" Angelus frowned.

"A jackass." Buffy felt her stomach knotting up from the anger that was
starting to boil at the pit of her stomach.

"Okay." Angelus chuckled.

"I'm serious. Once, he appeared to me as a great man, compassionate,
giving, and loyal. It turn out he was just like any other idiot." Buffy felt
a hot tear slide down her face.

"Is he the reason you are so jaded when it comes to love?" Angelus held
his breathe. He knew he had no right to ask such a personal question, but his
heart ached for her. She had seemed so scared, so sad, and yet so angry from
just seeing the man.

"LOVE? I fear he knows nothing when it comes to love! All he knows is
bonds and farming. He is greedy and stupid!" Buffy growled.

"Buffy, sweetheart, please calm down; you are starting to scare me."
Angelus reached out to grip her shoulders. He was shocked to feel her body
trembling like a frighten child's. This Reilly fellow had an horrendous
affect on her. The situation was definitely not a good one, he thought to
himself.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I just...I need to go to my room. I ... I think
my parents are here." Buffy turned to the sound of the carriage riding up to
the side of the house.

"I understand. I will go. Will, I see you at church?" Angelus asked.

"Yes, you will." Buffy shook her head.

"I'm sorry our time alone was interrupted." Angelus tried to hide his
deep disappointment but failed.

"I know. Me too." Buffy replied with a brighter smile.

Buffy stood on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I will miss you." Angelus replied. He reached out and stroked her cheek
with his hand.

"I will miss you too." Buffy felt some of the anger leave her body; she
suspected it was his touch that was causing the change in her.

"Good night." Angelus bent down and brushed her lips with his own before
leaving her in the garden.

Buffy sat back on the marble seat and stared at the house. She knew that
her parents would not be very happy to see Reilly, nor would Willow. The
burning question in her mind was "Why is he really here?" She knew he had
lied when he said he needed business advice from her father. She had been
respectful enough not to call him on it in front of Angelus.

Standing up, she took a few long, deep breathes before heading inside.
She feared there was more to this unexpected trip than Reilly wanted her to
know. With Angelus by her side, Buffy knew she need not fear anything, not
even him.
Chapter 29

Buffy waited in her room with Willow pacing back and forth in front of
her. Once she had gone inside she saw that her parents had been informed of
Reilly's presences. Her mother saw her and glancing up at her room she
understood the silent order that was being given. Her mother wanted her far
away from what she feared would not be good news.

"So he said he was here on business?" Willow asked for the third time in
the past hour.

"ARGGGH! Yes, Willow!" Buffy snarled.

She saw the hurt in her best friends face and sighed.

"Willow, I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated. I mean he saw me kissing
Angelus. I'm sure he will tell Father about it." Buffy sobbed.

"NO, he won't. He knows that he has no right telling your father about a
measly little kiss, after the things he did with you." Willow regretted the
words once they left her mouth. She had sworn never to remind Buffy what she
had allowed Reilly to once do to her. She had been weak, stupid, and a bit
drunk at the time. She thought that he was going to be her husband, so it was
okay to do such an intimate thing.

"Thanks Wil." Buffy rolled her eyes and then falling back on her bed she
stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry Buffy. I just meant that Reilly is married and therefore it
is no longer his concern who you kiss." Willow hoped to make up for her
earlier outburst.

"Buffy." They both bolted to the door when they heard a soft knock
followed by her mother's voice.

"Yes," Buffy threw the door open wide.

"Your father has asked me to come up here and talk to you." Joyce gulped
hard. She thought this entire situation was horrible. She also prayed that
Buffy would not agree to what the two men had discussed for a lengthy amount
of time. She also hated the fact that Giles had forced her into having this
discussion in the first place.

"What?" Buffy's golden face turned as white as a ghost.

"Sit down." Joyce led her daughter back to her bed and taking the chair
across the room she set it front of her daughter.

Willow began to fidget and debated on whether she should leave.

"Willow you can stay." Joyce sensed her doubt on whether she belonged.

"Thank you." Willow ran to the bed and, sitting by her best friend,
grabbed her hand in hers for support.

"I fear that Reilly has come to visit us due to an extremely bad
situation. I fear that his wife is dying. She has a rare disease; I cannot
remember the name, which affects her heart. Reilly came to tell your father
because it appears he never truly loved the girl. He cares deeply for her,
mind you, but his heart was never in the marriage." Joyce hesitated for a
second before continuing.

"He has come to ask your father for your hand in marriage once she has
passed away and the year of mourning is up." Joyce decided to be direct. She
knew that it was the only way to communicate what she had been told.

"Now, before you get too upset, your father was considering how hard it
was for you when Reilly left. He is not sure how you feel about such an
arrangement and honestly wants to know where you stand. Neither one of us
expect you to make up your mind right away. Nor do we want you to marry
Reilly if you do not love him." Joyce explained with a slow steady pace.

"Are you serious?" Willow cried out in anger.

"Yes, I'm afraid I am." Joyce frowned.

Both of them glanced at Buffy who was staring at the floor, silent. She
did not seem to be able to say a word.

"Buffy?" Willow tugged at her hand.

"I cannot believe the nerve of that bastard." Buffy said low.

"What dear?" Joyce leaned closer to her daughter.

"I said I couldn't believe the nerve of that bastard. I'm sorry mother,
but he hurt me. I will never, be second choice, to any man." Buffy lifted her
head to show a pair of raging mad eyes.

"I understand dear. As I said earlier, your father and I do not want you
to do anything unless you want too. Also, remember that there is no need to
make a hasty decision. I mean, she is not... well...she has not passed away
yet." Joyce felt guilty for talking about a young lady who was on her
deathbed as they spoke.

"I do not love him nor do I think I ever did. I believe I was in love
with the thought of love when we were together. I cannot nor will I ever
marry him." Buffy said with confidence.

"Very well. I will let your father know of your wishes. Buffy..." Joyce
had stood up to leave when a thought had occurred to her.

"Buffy, do you love another?" Joyce remembered that Angelus Donavon had
been visiting rather often and suddenly of late.
"I do not know if it is love I feel but I am deeply attracted to Mr.
Donavon. Reilly came upon us while we shared a kiss." Buffy did not even
blink an eye as she told her mother of the situation that had occurred
between them when they were interrupted.

"OH! I see. Well, please be more careful where you are while sharing
affection for one another in the future." Joyce replied. She stared at her
daughter with loving eyes.

"I shall." Buffy promised as she smiled up at her mother.

"Dinner should be ready shortly." Joyce reminded them as she walked out
of the room.

"He has a lot of nerve. I hate him even more now." Willow exclaimed
after Joyce was gone.

"I think it is sick how he is already trying to win you over before his
wife is in her grave much less cold in her grave." Willow continued with her
ranting.

"I fear he is mistaken, if he thinks that I will play second fiddle."
Buffy finally spoke.

"Are you going to tell Angelus about this?" Willow asked. It had just
occurred to her that Angelus might get jealous if he learned that her ex love
had come for her hand in marriage. Even if it was the most morbid proposal
she had ever heard.

"I do not know. I feel on one hand there is no need, while on the other,
I wonder what he would do if he knew?" Buffy confessed as a wicked smile
appeared on her face.

Chapter 30

Angelus sat at his desk staring at the piles of paperwork he had fallen
behind on. He was still puzzled about the unexpected visit of what he assumed
was Buffy's ex-suitor. His gut instincts told him that this man had really
messed with her heart and views on life. He already did not care much for
him. He was also concerned about what he had just showed up like he did. He
knew this was not about good news or business matters as he had stated.

He heard a soft tap on the door.

"Come in." He called out.

"Hello. Sorry to intrude but I thought I might find you here." Cordelia
Chase came marching in with a picnic basket in one hand.

"Hello Miss Chase." Angelus replied with a lack of enthusiasm.

"Hello to yourself. I was starting to fear you left the country. I came
by the last two days and your father said you were not in." Cordelia informed
him.

"I was busy with other matters. Please sit." Angelus pointed to the
chair across from his desk.

"Thank you." Cordelia batted her eyes.

"So how can I help you?" Angelus asked with a weak smile.

"I thought you would like some food. I also thought you might like to
see my basket. I worked hard on it. Do you like it?" Cordelia asked.

Angelus stared at the basket that she had decorated with baby blue
ribbons and flowers. He had to admit it was rather pretty.

"It looks lovely." Angelus answered.

"Thank you." She giggled.

"I'm not sure if you have heard or not but we are having our annual
picnic basket auction. I hope that you and your family do attend. It is so
much fun." Cordelia smiled warmly.

"I have heard. I'm quite looking forward to it." Angelus smiled warmly.
He was thinking of the time he would be allowed to spend with Buffy once he
picked her basket.

"That reminds me, I ran into a fellow that I believe you might know. His
name was.... Reilly...Finch or something like that?" Angelus could not
remember the last name.

"Reilly Finn? Why in heavens is he in town?" Cordelia snapped.

"I do not know. I just know while I was at the Summers' place he stopped
by there to speak with Mr. Summers. I gather you do, indeed, know this
fellow." Angelus inquired.

"Yes, I do. I'm afraid that scoundrel married my cousin, Anya. His
parents had made arrangements with hers before their deaths, if he was to
inherit, he had to keep those arrangements." She began to explain.

"So he did not love the girl. He married her to gain his inheritance."
Angelus asked.

"Pretty much. Anya and he had grown up together so it was not as if they
did not know one another. I know he had his sights on Buffy Summers before
her parents informed him of the guidelines to inheriting his wealth."
Cordelia frowned.

"I see. So when he was courting Buffy, he did not know all the specifics
at the time?" Angelus asked with a frowned of his own.

"I'm not sure. I think that is how it went. You would have to ask her?"
Cordelia did not like discussing another woman's past with the man she was
chasing. She knew that Buffy was interested in Angelus and that he returned
some of those feelings.


"Thank you. I'm sorry for asking so many questions. I have become quite
close to the Summers family and when I saw how badly it had upset them to see
the young man, I guess I grew curious to know what he had done to them."
Angelus hoped that sounded solid enough to keep her from guessing just how
upset he really was.

"I understand. You're a sweet man. So tell me are you hungry?" Cordelia
opened her basket.

"Indeed." Angelus felt his stomach clenched at the thought of sharing a
meal with the viper, but he knew it would be rude of him to refuse. Besides
perhaps he could get more information about Mr. Finn from her before their
lunch was finished he to

Chapter 31

William was not sure why he had agreed to go to church with Angelus. He
was bloody tired. He had won quite a sum of money during his late night poker
game. He looked over at Angelus and noticed that he seemed a bit gloomy.

"Listen here, bloke, I got up this early for you, you had better, at
least, be in a good mood." William yawned.

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried about picking the right basket." Angelus
explained.

William rolled his eyes in disgust when he remembered the true purpose
for this little trip.

"I think this entire thing is stupid. Just ask people for the damn money
and be done with it." William cried out in frustration.

Angelus looked at his younger brother and broke into a grin. William was
known for his lack of compassion, or patience for that matter.

"I fear that would take all the fun out of it. Besides, you know men pay
big when it comes to spending time with women, and it is a worthy cause."
Angelus replied with a soft sigh behind it.

"What is really bothering you? I mean, suppose you do not pick her
basket, then what? I do not think she will lose interest in you over such a
trivial mistake." William scoffed.

"No, but I really want to talk to her and, right now, this is the only
way. She has been busy the last three days and I'm concerned." Angelus
twisted his neck from side to side. He hated feeling tense.

"Could she merely be playing hard to get, dear brother?" William
chuckled.

"I'm afraid you do not know Buffy very well. She hasn't time for such
nonsense. She is straightforward and candid. Yet, she is not too cold or
harsh, unless truly provoked." Angelus stated with pride in his voice.

"She sounds like a bloody saint. Trust me, brother, when I say there is
no such woman on this earth." William snorted.

"She is close enough to perfection for me." Angelus smiled warmly.

"Very well." William sighed.

"So tell me more about this bounder you fear might become a problem for
you two lovebirds." William reminded him of the intruder causing his beloved
such anxiety.

"Mr. Finn. I cannot say that I really know too much about him. Cordelia
had explained that he and Buffy had been rather close and she had believed
that marriage was a real possibility. But then Finn learned that inheriting
the family money required marriage to the woman they selected for him. He
took the money." Angelus sighed heavily.

It was a story they had seen and heard too many times before.

"So the guy was a greedy cad. She was better off without him." William
snorted.

"I'm sure she is aware of that now, but I doubt she realized that at the
time of the break up." Angelus explained.

"Who did the lousy bloke marry?" William asked.

"He ended up with Cordelia's cousin. I'm sure Cordelia needled Buffy
over that fact. It all makes sense now. I mean, why she seemed to be weary
even discussing the idea of a future with a man." Angelus thought out loud.

"Look, I just want you to relax. Remember if you do not get her basket
the world will continue turning. Once the picnic is over, you can give her a
ride home. I'm sure she will prefer you over all the other men." William
smiled.

"You do?" Angelus looked doubtful.

"Trust me, brother; the girl has eyes for you alone." William rolled his
eyes.

"Are you jealous?" Angelus cried out.

He watched his brother closely fearing his brother had become fond of
his new love.

"No, not at all. Perhaps I'm jealous of the fact that you have found
love so swiftly and easily. I think that Buffy is a wonderful girl but I have
no deep feelings for her. I promise." William's eyes proved his point.

"I'm glad to hear that." Angelus sighed heavily.

"Here we are." William opened the door and stepped out.

Angelus sat inside for a few seconds before calming himself down.
Stepping out of the carriage, he was stunned to see what appeared to be the
entire county had turned out for this special occasion.

"What's wrong?" William asked.

"Look how many women are here?" Angelus gasped.

William hated to admit it but the odds were increasing by the second.
Chapter 32

Buffy stared up at the sky and noticed the rain filled clouds above their
heads. She prayed that the weather continue to be tame until the last basket
was auction off. She knew that everyone could fit inside the church or
community barn to eat. But the auction itself would need to be done outside.

She was proud of how many young women and men had showed up from the
local towns of their county. She had worked hard on this project with Pastor
Steven's. She knew he felt as strongly as she did about the poor environment
that orphans were being raised in, as well as the mistreatment. She wanted to
help heal some of their pain that was caused from losing their parents.

She always got teary when she imagined what her life might have been
like had she been orphaned. She feared she would not have been half as brave
and strong as some of the children she visited.

She felt someone tugging at her arm. Turning she saw Willow smiling from
ear to ear.

"What has come over you?" Buffy exclaimed.

"He is here. I told you he would not forget." Willow cried out happily.

"I owe you. When we get home remind me to pay up." Buffy sighed. She had
feared that Angelus had forgotten all about this gathering. She had wanted to
see him ever since the day Reilly had arrived and interrupted them.

She hesitated not because she did not want to see Angelus, it was more
the fact that she knew he would want answers. Answers she was not sure she
could yet provide. She wanted to open her heart and tell him the entire
sordid story. Then she would imagine what he might think of her if he knew
the truth. That made her cringe with fear. She could not bear the look of
disgust she was sure he would wear.

Although there were moments when she believed it was possible for him to
see past her mistakes, she was uncertain he was a man who would not look down
on her for her past mistakes. Still, she could not find the courage or the
trust to tell him. Therefore she allowed him to believe she was so busy with
this auction to visit with him.

"Oh, Willow, he brought William with him. I wonder if he is here looking
for his future wife?" Buffy teased Willow.

Although she knew Willow had no feelings toward Angelus' little brother
she still could not help but think perhaps Willow might find him handsome, at
least.

"Please do not play match maker. I hope you can clearly see that William
is not the sort of man I would dally with." Willow frowned.

"Whatever do you mean?" Buffy wondered what she knew about William that
would turn her away from such a man.

"He is the sort that likes to break hearts. I would even wager he is the
gambling sort. He likes taking risks. He is not stable for himself or anyone
else for that matter." Willow explained.

Buffy was amazed at how well Willow usually sized up people she just met.

"You sure have spent plenty of time trying to figure him out." Buffy
remarked with a crooked smile.

"Buffy!" Willow cried out as she rolled her eyes.

"At last I get to see my fair maiden." Angelus had approached the girls.

He knew the instant that Buffy turned toward him that she was only
partially happy to see him. He was not sure of the cause, but he knew,
instinctively, that she was still upset. He wished he knew the specifics of
unease? Who was he kidding, he feared that this man was coming back to steal
the one woman he had fallen hard for, he told himself.

Chapter 33

The Auction had begun a few minutes after Angelus found his beloved. He
watched as she began to assist the pastor. He knew it had been an excuse to
run from him; he thought she was relieved not have to stand by him for long.

"I cannot believe some of the baskets I have seen so far!" William cried
out in shock as he approached his brother.

"There are hundreds of them." Angelus frowned.

"That is not what I was referring too. Some of these things look
ghastly. There is a handful that I might consider buying were the lady
guaranteed to be as graceful as the basket she made." William confessed.

Angelus stared at his brother with a crooked smile. He had hoped that
once they arrived William might change his mind about buying a basket. He
knew his brother's intentions had nothing to do with helping starving
children, but, at least, he was joining the festivities.

"Which one do you think might be hers?" Angelus chewed on his lower lip.

"I hate to say this, but I haven't a bloody clue. You know, start with
her favorite color. Then consider her sense of style." William felt foolish
discussing baskets but knew Angelus was consumed with fear.

"You realize you two are quite rude." Faith walked up toward her
brothers.

"Why?" They asked in union.

"Did you even consider asking me to ride along with you?" Faith
reminding them of how they had shot out before the sun had even come up.

"You made it. What is the big fuss?" William stared at her as if she was
crazy.

"That is not the point. How come you two always leave me out these
days?" Faith pouted.

"Sorry, sis." Angelus wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her
closer to him.

"Thank you, Angelus." Faith turn side ways to stick her tongue out at
William. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled under his breath.

"Faith, I need your help. Which of those damn baskets is Buffy's?"
Angelus pleaded with her.

"I can tell you which one is mine." Faith stated.

"Thanks." Angelus groaned.

"Seriously, Angelus. Look at the baskets and ask yourself does this
reflect the woman that you want? I, for instance, entwined wild flowers
through my basket. It is simple, yet makes a statement. I'm like a wild
flower." Faith beamed.

William was listening to the conversation and burst into laughter at her
last remark.

"I'm sorry, but it was so bloody funny. You think you are a wild
flower." William held his stomach.

"YES! What would you compare me too?" Faith snorted with her hands
firmly on her hips.

"I do not honestly know, but it would not be anything close to flowers
or anything else delicate." William answered with a smirk.

"Funny!" Faith growled as she turned her back on William gave Angelus
her attention instead.

"I see your point. Thanks." Angelus kissed the top of her head as he
glared past her toward his brother.

"Anytime." Faith smiled as she began to search for her mother. She did
not tell her brothers; but she was as nervous as Angelus, but for the
opposite reason. She feared who might actually pick her basket.

"You should not be so mean to her. She is no longer the pig headed
little sister she once was. Please stop your constant teasing; our little
sister is growing up." Angelus said with a serious tone.

"You're right, of course." William sighed as he kicked a loose piece of
gravel.

"I'm always right." Angelus chuckled.

"Yeah, well lets see if your luck holds out when it comes to time to
bid." William smirked. He finally got the last word in. Because the bidding
started a second later and Angelus was paying close attention to the auction.
Chpt. 34

The bidding had begun and Angelus stood in the middle of the crowd
watching as each basket was presented for auction. He would let out a long
deep breath after each girl stepped up to the basket once the bidding had
concluded. So far none of these girls were Buffy. He would look around the
crowd and wonder which man among these would fight him for her basket? He
would not be one bit surprised if not at least half of them tried.

It was not as though the others girls here were not pretty and unique in
their own way, it was just that in his eyes none of them shined quite like
Buffy. He watched as Buffy gave each basket to the pastor. Then something
caught his eye. She was wearing a new dress he noted. The color was a soft
shade of pink with tiny little pearls sewn in heart shapes. It reminded him
of Valentine's Day. He knew it sounded rather strange but his instincts told
him that perhaps a basket that matched her dress was the key.

He glanced around once he saw the pastor lift up the next basket. He
knew this could not be hers. It had dark red ribbons with bells all over it.
It was too ostentatious and boldly colored to belong to Buffy.

He saw Cordelia standing not too far away and noted that she was wearing
an ice blue dress with white trimming. An image flashed through his mind. She
had brought a basket that had the same colored ribbons on it. Was this their
secret? They wore a dress that matched their basket?

"No, that would be too easy." He said to himself.

"Sold for two dollars." The pastor announced as he stood next to the man
who had won the bidding. A tall brunette walked up on the stage to take the
basket and her date for the afternoon.

"Please don't get to restless fellows; we have a few more yet to go."
The pastor chuckled as he saw the frustration in a few of the randy young
men's eyes.

"Buffy," The pastor signaled her for the next basket.

Buffy presented him with one that was covered with hearts and pearls
upon it.

"We will start the bidding at two cents." Pastor Steven's began.

Angelus watched Buffy's face closely. He saw her make eye contact with
him for a second before returning her attention back to the basket.

Angelus felt his heart scream to bid on it. He heard the bidding grow up
to two dollars within two minutes and watch as Buffy glanced at Willow
nervously then back at the basket.

"One hundred dollars." Angelus roared out in the middle of the crowd.

There were several gasps around him. He looked around nervously before
making staring up at Buffy as he began to walk to the stage.

"Are you sure?" Pastor Steven's choked.

"Absolutely, I will even go higher if necessary." He turned to look
around at the other men behind him. He saw that they feared his challenge.

"Anyone willing to challenge this?" Pastor Steven's called out to the
crowd.

No one stepped forward. Angelus forced himself to breathe as he waited.

"Okay, then son you have yourself a deal. Going once, going twice,
sold." Pastor Steven's announced.

"Would the lucky lady step forward, please?" Pastor Steven's looked
toward the small group of girls standing behind Buffy and noted that none of
them seem to move.

"Well, come on." Pastor Steven's chuckled.

"I'm here." Buffy announced as she swallowed the large lump in her
throat.

"This is your basket Buffy?" Pastor Steven's asked with a surprise
expression.

"Yes, sir." Buffy nodded her head and then looked down at Angelus with a
wide smile.

"Very well, Willow will you help me then, dear." Pastor Steven's asked.

"Yes, sir." Willows grin reached to her ears.

Angelus marched up the steps and taking the basket in one hand he
offered Buffy his other arm. Placing her hand in the crook of his arm she
allowed him to walk her down from the platform and then lead him to a private
area not too far away.

"I cannot believe you bid so much money! What would you have done if you
were wrong?" Buffy cried out once they were out of hearing range.

Instead of answering her, he pulled her close to him and then gently,
his lips touched hers knowing they were shielded from curious eyes. Pushing
her lips apart, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and tasted the
sweetest thing he had ever known. Buffy moaned and slid her hands up and down
his chest. She felt her legs turning to jelly and her heart skipping rapidly.

Then remembering where they were, Buffy pushed her hand up to block his
mouth from hers. She gasped for air and she stared into his beautiful soft
brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I do not want more trouble." Buffy explained once she
saw the disappointment in his eyes.

"More?" Angelus asked.

"Well, I sort of told mother that we were kissing the other day, and she
asked that I be more careful about when and where we shared our affection."
Buffy blushed.

"Oh, I understand." Angelus swallowed hard.

"Thank you." Buffy took the basket from him and then sat down on the
soft grass.

"Here, sit." Buffy patted to a spot by her.

"Thank you, God." Angelus said out loud staring up at the sky.

'"Why are you thanking God?" Buffy giggled.

"I prayed so hard all night and all morning that He give me the wisdom
to pick the right basket." Angelus confessed.

"What sort of wisdom did He bless you with?" Buffy smiled.

"I might be wrong with this theory, but I noticed that the dress you
wore had hearts made of pearls. When I saw the basket with hearts made from
pearls and the ribbon was pink, just as your dress, I hoped that it was a
sign and not coincidence." Angelus explained as he helped her arrange the
food.

"What did you make?" Angelus cried out as he saw so much food before
them.

"I made some fried chicken, coleslaw, biscuits, salad, and cherry
cobbler." Buffy went through the list.

"You made all of this?" Angelus asked with disbelief.

"YES, I told you I can cook my own food" Buffy started fixing his plate.

"You are amazing." Angelus announced.

Buffy glanced at him briefly before returning her attention to the food.
She knew she was a light shade of red. She could feel her cheeks burning.

"Why do you blush so?" Angelus teased her.

"I do not know." Buffy confessed as she handed him his plate.

"Are you happy that I chose the right basket?" Angelus placed his fork
on the plate and set it down next to him.

Buffy seem to freeze. Angelus reached out to still her hands once again
he setting her plate down. Still holding her hands with one hand, he lifted
up her chin so he could look into her eyes.

"Buffy, are you okay? Have I done something wrong?" Angelus' voice
trembled with fear. He could not imagine what his life might be like without
her in it. He hoped he had not been too forward earlier with the kiss.

"I'm fine. Honestly." Buffy's eyes were locked with his.

"Then what bothers you so? I know that it is not my business what occurs
in your life but when I see something bothering you, it...well, it hurts me
to know you are suffering." Angelus spoke slowly. He feared saying the wrong
thing.

"I do not suffer from anything, I swear. I am just a bit...well, I'm
just...I..." Buffy was struggling to find the right way to explain why she
was truly nervous when he was near her without exposing her sordid past.

Before she could finish they were interrupted.

"I told you they would be here. Buffy loves this spot." Alexander
announced to his date as they walked upon the couple.

"Hello, Angelus; Buffy. I hope you two do not mind if we sit with you."
Faith asked as she caught a sign of relief on Buffy's face and frustration on
her brother's.

"Not at all. The more the merrier." Buffy smiled.

Glancing at Angelus, she gave him an apologetic smile, while he, in
return, gave her a look that clearly informed her their conversation was not
at an end.

"So I see that Alexander, here, selected your basket." Buffy said with a
cheery voice.

"Yes, it appears I am the lucky young man. I have always had a fondness
for wild flowers." Alexander smiled warmly toward Faith before returning his
attention to the others.

Angelus caught a soft blush surface on his sister's face. He then
noticed the soft way Alexander spoke around his sister. He suspected that
there was more to these two than he had seen before. He had secretly feared
Alexander would rival him for Buffy's attention. Now, watching as Alexander
spoke to and smiled at Faith, he understood where the man's intentions lay.
He wondered how Buffy would react to these two as a couple?

"I wonder who bid on Willow's?" Faith asked.

"I believe she placed her as the very last one to be bid on. I fear she
hoped the pastor would be the only one to bid on it." Buffy laughed.

"She sells herself short, if that is the case." Alexander rolled his
eyes.

"I agree with you." Faith handed Alexander his plate. She felt a jolt
course through their fingers as they had touched briefly. She saw that he,
too, had felt it.

"Willow!" Buffy cried out as she reached her hand up waving it about so
she could catch Willow's attention.

Willow spotted the group then called to someone behind her. All four of
them waited to see who would walk past the bushes to join their shy friend.

Seconds went by before they all nearly choked on their food when they
saw William following a few feet behind her carrying a basket with white
ribbons and seashells covering it.

"What are the odds?" Angelus chuckled.

"I told you I knew where they were." Willow snapped at William who did
not seem to be too happy with his date.

"I should have known you would know. I mean, after all, you know
everything right?" William snorted.

Buffy glanced at Angelus and then at Alexander. All three suspected that
these two might have a chance. Sure, they were complete opposites, but they
knew all too well that sometimes opposites attract.
Chpt.35

"Where can we go to see the fire works closer?" Angelus whispered in
her ear.

"I think we are fine here." Buffy stiffen.

"I need to talk to you." Angelus pleaded.

"I know. I'm not ready yet." Buffy finally admitted.

"Why? What is going on? I think I have waited long enough for you to
tell me what is bothering you. I need to know if you feel the same for me?"
Angelus snapped.

He looked as surprised as she did. He was not sure what was bothering
him so? He knew that whatever was going on in Buffy's life was truly none of
his business. Yet he could not shrug off the feeling that this visit from
Reilly had brought upon something threatening their relationship.

Relationship? What is wrong with you, Angelus? Are you saying that you
want a chance at a future with Buffy? More than just flirting and acting like
close friends? Could she be the one that you would want to take as a wife?

He shook his head to stop the questions that were boggling his head.

"The others will be back shortly and it will appear rude if we leave."
Buffy explained with a hurt look in her eyes.

The others had gone to check out the new ice cream that Miss Abbot had
created. She was a gifted woman with a rare talent for desserts.

"You are right, of course. I'm sorry for being so rude, I just hate this
feeling." Angelus tried to explain in a calm voice.

"What feeling?" Buffy frowned at him.

"The feeling that Reilly Finn has come to cause problems. The fear that
you still love him." Angelus admitted his fears to her.

"I do not love him." Buffy stated with a cold tone.

"But he has put you in a horrible and distant mood." Angelus pointed out.

"Perhaps he has. Perhaps I'm just tired of playing these games with
you." Buffy snapped at him.

"What GAMES?" He cried out in disbelief.

"The ones where you kiss me, flirt with me...then leave me with nothing
but a ghastly ache. I cannot stand it anymore." Buffy sighed heavily.

"What are you saying?" Angelus felt his stomach muscles clench at the
possibility of what she was confessing.

"I think a man of your experience knows exactly what I am saying." Buffy
stared deep into his eyes. Her eyes never wavered from his. He felt as if he
had been punch in the gut.

"Buffy, are you saying you want to be lovers?" Angelus' voice shook with
fear.

"I...well.... perhaps...I do not know what I want anymore. Since you
have come along I cannot think straight. Why do you men always do that?"
Buffy growled.

"I do not understand. That is, I understand that women have needs just
as men do. But why would a lady of your standing want to take a lover?"
Angelus gulped hard.

"Because, I have told you before, and I will repeat it. I do not want to
ever marry. I, however, said nothing about not wanting to take a man to my
bed." Buffy hoped that she was scaring him away. She knew it would be easier
this way; she would not have to explain her past with Reilly.

"Buffy!" Angelus cried out in shock.

"What? You can take many women to your bed and not marry a single one of
them, but I cannot do the same?" Buffy wrapped her arms around her waist and
put on her stubborn face.

She knew this was not fair but did not care. After all, he was the one
trying to force her to tell him something before she is ready. So, all is
fair in love and war.

"Do you want to be my lover, Buffy?" Angelus' gut instinct was to stop
this conversation but the look in her eyes made him consider another option.
He would call her bluff. In the short time that he had known her, she never
once appeared the harlot. Why, now, would she pretend to be less than a lady?

"I...suppose. I mean, I have to have a first. I suppose you will do."
Buffy felt her stomach doing flip-flops at the sound of her own voice. What
would she do if he took her up on the offer? NO, he would never do that.
Angelus is much too honorable to do that sort of thing with her.

"Fine. I say we leave now before the others return." Angelus reached out
and snatched her hand in his.

Buffy felt her head spinning as her heart raced. She put herself in this
situation but never imagined Angelus would pounce on her offer. Had she been
wrong about him, as she had been about Reilly? Surely not! How could she make
the same mistake twice in one lifetime?

"Are you coming or not?" Angelus challenged her.

"I… yes." Buffy swallowed hard as she forced her legs to walk. Her body
was screaming to stop this charade, but her heart was already ruling her head.

"Where are we going to go?" Buffy asked nervously.

"I think we can find a quiet, dark place where we can start your
lessons." Angelus said continuing to look in front of him as he led Buffy
away from where they had been sitting.

"Lessons?" Buffy cried out.

"Yes, dear. I want you to know just how to please me as well as what
will please you before we actually join our bodies." Angelus explained as he
finally found his destination.

"Why can you not just do it?" Buffy groaned.

"Because, I'm not a cad. I am a gentleman. I want to make sure you know
exactly what it is you are requesting of me." Angelus pulled her to the dark
corner where he saw no one. He was pleased that the sun had started down and
the fire works would start shortly. This would give him the perfect
opportunity to do things to her yet no one would hear a sound if she should
get loud.

Seating Buffy down on the ground in front of him, he sat up on his knees
as he reached out to cup her face in his hands and began to kiss her.

Buffy felt as if she was on fire. He had certainly kissed her before,
but she knew there would be more to look forward to this time. Perhaps his
lessons tonight would ease some of the aching sensations she felt when he
left her. Or perhaps she would walk away wanting still more or nothing at all?

Buffy knew that she was taking an enormous risk. But it was better than
telling Angelus that she had gone completely naked to Reilly's bed hoping to
give him something that would bind them together. Instead of accepting her
offer, Reilly had rejected her, put her gown up to cover her body from his
view and instructed her to leave at once.

Three days later, he announced his engagement to Anya. Since that night,
she struggled with the question of whether her body was repulsive or Reilly
simply had no desire for her? She had to find the answer no matter what it
might cost her.
Chpt. 36

Alexander, Faith, Willow and William returned the blanket at their picnic
spot but saw that Buffy and Angelus had left.

"How odd? The fire works are about to start and Buffy is not here? She
loves the lights." Alexander frowned as he stared at the others.

"I'm sure she and Angelus are out mingling with the others." Willow
suggested but in the back of her mind she suspected they were out stealing
passionate kisses. She was not about to search for them this time. It was
time for those two to learn a hard lesson. She had warned them, and it was no
longer her concern.

"By the way, did you ever learn who won Cordelia's basket this year?"
Willow asked Alexander.

"I fear it was poor old Benjamin Copeland who succeeded this year."
Alexander chuckled.

"I declare, why do those boys fight over her?" Willow grunted in disgust.

"She is a lovely young girl, who happens to be a wealthy as well. Few
men care about much more than that." William gave his theory on it.

Willow stared at him for a brief moment before leaning her head back to
stare at the stars.

"What are you thinking about?" William whispered in her ear.

"I was actually looking at the stars." Willow felt a strange sensation
course through her body when his breathe touch her ears.

"They are a lovely lot." William commented.

"I'm going to check on mother and father." Faith announced as she stood
up.

"Then I shall escort you. I mean... since it is dark now and all."
Alexander glanced at William for any signs of refusal.

"Go on." William shrugged his shoulders.

After they walk off chatting to one another, William laid back on the
blanket to watch the stars.

"What are you doing?" Willow choked when she look at the picture he
presented.

"I'm getting a better view of your stars." William yawned.

"Huh?" Willow leant further back on her arms to see what he was trying
to explain.
"OH!" Willow exclaimed.

"You mean to tell me you have never laid down on grass and just stared
up at the stars?" William teased her.

"Not since I was, oh, maybe eight years old." Willow giggled.

"Do you really think Buffy and Angelus are mingling?" William asked her.

Willow turned to look at William. She was shocked to see how beautiful
his eyes really were. They appeared the color of the sky on a summer day.

"I suppose. I hope so." Willow admitted.

"I fear those two will be caught soon, then we will both be standing
next to them as they exchange vows." William sighed heavily.

"I would hate to see that." Willow replied.

"WHY?" William nearly choked.

"Because, Buffy fears marriage. She believes it to be slavery for women.
Once you are married, the man usually changes and becomes so possessive. Of
course, a man's life doesn't change much. They keep a mistress, some more
than one, and go out whenever they wish. But the poor woman is left at home
with a swollen belly and nothing more to do than manage the servants who,
inevitably, manage her." Willow answered with anger in her voice.

"DAMN! Women on this side really are fighting to be independent."
William laughed.

"What is so funny? It is true." Willow said with a sideways glance at
William.

"I'm afraid you are right, at least partially. I have seen that scenario
before, but not all couples are like that. I've also seen the complete
opposite, men who stay loyal to their wives and share their dreams." William
picked a piece of grass next to him.

"Other than Buffy's parents, I have never seen a truly happy and loyal
couple. My parents are happy together, but they are also very selfish."
Willow commented and regretted the words she spoke the moment they came out.

"How are they selfish?" William stared at the back of her head. He hated
to admit it but, bossiness and self-righteousness aside; he was starting to
like her. She seems to have a brain, something quite unique these days.
Especially since convention frowns upon a women with a classical education
such as men.

"My father found a career that searches out the possibilities of worlds
before ours. My mother, of course, goes along with everything he desires. She
never thinks of her own feelings or mine. She just follows him around the
world, like a dog does his master." Willow trembled.

"I see how that must be rather hard on you, not being a consideration
much less a top priority." William heard the pain in her voice. He understood
her loneliness more than she could ever imagine.

"It's not as though I want a great deal of attention, but just a bit now
and then would be nice." Willow sighed.

"Someday you will find a man who wants only to you and little else."
William sat up and patted her hand closest to him.

He saw her stiffen from his innocent touch.

"I doubt it." Willow felt the tears stinging her eyes. "From your mouth
to Gods ears." Willow whispered softly.

William heard the soft second comment and felt his heart go out to her.

"It is starting." Willow cried out as she watched the first set of fire
works explode high in the sky.

William knew she wanted to change the subject. He felt a sudden urge to
reach out and take her in his arms and pull her against him. Instead he just
sat quietly beside her.
Chpt.37

Angelus had swiftly pulled her close and out of view of casual observers.

He lowered his head and slanted his mouth to hers, cutting off any
doubts, any more words. It was a hungry kiss, demanding and needy, and yet
strangely tender and warm. His lips were warm, firm, and strong and they knew
how to brush, feather, and slant over hers in just such a way that tingling
warmth radiated through her.

As he deepened the kiss and the urgency of it leapt through her, she
tightened her arms instinctively around his neck, and realized faintly that
his hands were stroking up and down her back. He caressed her shoulders,
drawing her in closer and closer under the spell of pleasure.

The moment her lips parted, his tongue swept inside her mouth. His mouth
locked on hers, as his tongue boldly licked hers, flicking over it in smooth,
light strokes that filled her with such heat her senses spun. She clutched at
him, a whimper in the back of her throat, her fingers digging into his strong
shoulders.

As his tongue played with hers, he felt his own need hardening. Buffy
tasted better than whiskey-more like wine, like pure, potent strawberry wine.
She strained against him, returning kiss for kiss, her mouth sweet and
yearning. He heard her mew like a kitten as the kiss became more insistent,
deeper still, and his muscles bunched with tension as her tongue darted
forward again in a timidly enticing dance that made him groan.

"You are truly good at this Buffy, very good." Angelus whispered.

"So are you," she whispered, and he chuckled, drawing out the kiss and
intensifying it. He began to stroke her body in smooth, gliding caresses that
made her tremble provocatively against him.

Angelus heard the fire works shattering behind them. He was not sure if
this was the right place to take her virtue. Hell, he knew it was not the
right time. Yet here he was lying on top of her, kissing, stroking, her in
away that could only lead to one thing.

He wanted to continue this game they played, but found he could not. He
sensed that what Buffy wanted from him was not as simple as she made it
sound. No, he sensed that she had been rejected and this was her way of
proving that she was worthy of desire. He wanted to make love to her, but he
also wanted it to be in a proper place where there would be less risk of
being caught.

Buffy felt him pull away and sensed his mind had changed about taking
her virginity.

"What?" Buffy moaned as their lips separated.

"I can not do this. Not here." Angels sat up on his knees, running his
hands through his hair.

"WHY NOT?" Buffy cried out as her face burn red from the heat he had
created in her.

"Because, darling, I care too much for you. I fear that once we complete
this bargain you will no longer look at me with the same respect." Angelus
half explained.

"Are you serious?" Buffy felt her chest tighten at the look that was
shining in his eyes.

"I'm... afraid so." Angelus gulped hard as he fought to control the
situation and to stop this madness. He knew that he would kick himself for
this later. For now, though, he had to be the strong one. He had to think of
her future and what could become of it, if this became common knowledge or
worse she became pregnant with his child.

"You... you do not want me?" Buffy felt the tears stinging her eyes and
her eyes showed the hurt she felt.

"I WANT you so bad this is killing me. I just do not want to hurt you."
Angelus pleaded with her.

"You're lying. Angelus, you sleep with women from whorehouses, but you
won't sleep with me? What is wrong with this picture? I'm just as willing as
they are...except I'm not asking for money." Buffy cried out in anger.

"That is just it, Buffy. You're not a whore. You weren't born to that
kind of world. Don't you understand; those women are forced into such work by
circumstance. I will not let you do this to yourself." He reach out and
stroked her cheek. He felt the wetness where her tears had escaped and slid
down her face.

"YOU have no right to choose for me. If I want to sleep with you or any
other man I will do so." Buffy's chin lifted up and he saw the strong
stubborn side of her.

"You're talking crazy now. You should wait until marriage before you
give away such a special gift." Angelus replied with a weak smile.

"OH...but what about your gift? How many times have you shared your
little gift?" Buffy snapped with a sarcastic smile.

"That is not fair." Angelus replied.

"NO! Then stop telling me that I should make a choice you discarded long
ago. I hate the way men expect women to act and yet set a completely opposite
standard for themselves. I hate.... I hate...YOU." Buffy felt her anger boil.
Sitting up she shoved him on his backside and stood up. Staring down at him,
she saw his shock over her reactions.

"You do not mean that." Angelus moaned.

"Yes, I do. I hate you. I do not want to see you ever again. I will do
what I want and with whom I choose." Buffy vowed as she started to walk away.
'

"Stop it Buffy." Angelus recovered from his earlier shock and jump to
his feet.

"Stop what?" Buffy called out to him as she continued walking away.

Angelus jogged to catch up with her.

"Buffy, stop." Angelus reach out and grab her shoulder.

She shoved his hand away from her and glared at him with icy eyes.

"Do not touch me ever again." Buffy warned him with tears shining in her
eyes.

"What is wrong with you? I am trying to do the honorable thing here and
you're upset with me for it. You make no sense." Angelus shook his head in
confusion.

"That's the problem with you, Angelus. You do not understand me. I told
you once, no several times, I do not plan to marry anyone and yet I never
once said I would not sleep with someone." Buffy's hands were firmly on her
hips.

"So... your telling me that you would sleep with me but would never
marry me?" Angelus cried out.

"Exactly. Except now I would not touch you if you were the last man on
earth." Buffy growled.

"He must have really hurt you to twist your thinking this much." Angelus
sighed.

Buffy froze. She knew who he meant by "He".

"What would you know of that?" Buffy snapped.

"I know that he lead you to believe that he loved you and wanted
marriage and instead chose his inheritance over you." Angelus revealed what
information he had learned.

"Yes...well... that still does not give you the right to know what he
did or did not do to me." Buffy stated but her voice shook with fear instead
of anger. He picked up on it.

"You wanted him and were willing to do anything to prove it. But he
rejected you." He saw her body tremble with the emotions that slipped across
her face as his instincts unraveled the mystery he had suspected since first
seeing Reilly.

"Maybe.... it does not matter." Buffy's head dropped.

"Yes, it does. Because now it has you thinking that you are not
beautiful or worthy enough to be married but perhaps... just perhaps you may
be good enough to whore around with. Buffy... I do not know Reilly well...but
I think he may have felt the same way I do. He knew that... that you are far
too better than you think yourself." Angelus fumbled with the right words to
say.

"Uh?" Buffy sobbed.

"You see, you were willing to give up a part of yourself to prove your
love. HE knew, as I do now, that you should not give up something like that
until you have committed yourself to a person and he to you. What I mean,
when I say committed, is marriage. You are beautiful and rare. I would hate
to think of you, sleeping with men to try to find or establish your worth.
Darling, once you start sleeping with men, you lose that value you once held.
You would wake up one day hating yourself for being so stupid." Angelus
exhaled deeply. He closed his eyes for a brief second, then opened them up to
see Buffy weeping quietly.

Angelus stepped closer to her.

"Buffy, I'm sorry if you think I do not want you... because I do. I
want you more than I have ever wanted anyone or anything. You are a jewel to
treasure. I do not want to share you with anyone or lose your value. I want
you. If you want... I will meet you somewhere later tonight.... and I will
make love to you... but that will not prove how much I love you. I will do
it in spite of my love for you, if this is what you truly want." Angelus
heard the words come out of his mouth and saw the way her head bolted up and
the shock in her eyes.

"I mean it. I will come to you, make love to you." Angelus repeated.

"Did you just say that you love me?" Buffy blinked a few times.

"Yes, I did. I do." Angelus felt his tears stinging his eyes as the
feelings he had grappled with for the last week were exposed to the world. He
had not known for sure what it was he had felt but now it has a name. LOVE.
He loved her. He had no doubt that he would always love her.

"You love... me." Buffy felt goose bumps run up and down her body.

"Yes, do you love me?" Angelus held his breath as he waited for her
answer.

"I do, I love you too." Buffy squealed as she threw her arms around him.

They held each other tightly and cried as they had felt the strong
current of emotions flowing between them.

Neither cared if anyone was looking for them or if they were caught.
They were savoring this moment in their life. Painting this memory in their
mind for later years in their life.

Chapter 38

As the fireworks ended, Willow and William began to wonder if the ardent
couple would ever return to the group.

"I fear they will be the death of me." Willow sighed.

"I know what you mean." William chuckled as he stood up; he began to
help her fold the blanket she had brought for them to sit on.

"Where could they be?" Willow squinted her eyes as she search the darken
area. She saw a few people she recognized walk past them.

"You know, I'm starting to think that these two want to be caught."
William shook his head in disgust.

"What?" Willow gasped.

"Look at how often either you or I have stumbled upon them. They play a
dangerous game that could cost them their freedom. Why take the chance; if
they do not want to deal with the consequences should they be caught?"
William explained. He had been giving this some thought since the last time
he helped Angelus arrange a quick moment with Buffy.

"I see your point; however, I think they are both merely too stubborn to
realize the possibility of someone less accommodating stumbling upon their
secret. I fear these two believe they can beat fate." Willow answered with a
weak smile on her face.

"What would they do without us, red?" William chuckled as he shared her
frustration about the couple.

"I shudder to think." Willow giggled.

"How about we walk around together as though we are merely two people
sharing a sweet moment. Of course, you and I know we will be looking for
Buffy and Angelus?" William offered his arm.

"I think that would be lovely. Besides, I hear the pond is lovely at
this time of the night." Willow bit down on her lip from laughing.

William stared into her eyes for a brief second before picking up the
basket and allowing her to give him a false tour of the area. As they walked
side by side, he began to reconsider his earlier opinion of the saucy little
redhead who smelt of strawberries. He began to notice the way her eyes
changed as she spoke of different topics. He also noted the way she seemed to
waltz as she walked next to him. There was something magical about her. He
was even moved by the sound of her laughter. She seemed to open a door in his
heart that he had long since thought barricaded.


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Buffy walked by Angelus' side. She was thrilled beyond words. He had
confessed his true feelings for her. She had, in return, done the same. Now
all they had to get past was her fear of marriage. She had at least got him
to give into her ideas of love outside of marriage. She felt victorious; she
conquered him.

Angelus walked silently alongside Buffy. He knew he had been hasty in
his agreement to make love to her before marriage. Then once he had heard of
his declaration of love returned, he knew that he would make love to her. He
also knew that once he made love to her, she would never, ever step to
another man's bed. He would find a way to persuade her that she belonged to
him an no other, and that they should be married.



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Reilly Finn stood by his wife's bedside. He stared down at the once
beautiful and vibrant woman for whom he had given up so much. He knew in his
heart that he had not been her first choice for a husband, but like him she
had bowed to her parent's wishes.

They had both suffered long enough. Picking up the large fluffy pillow
by her head he leaned down and placed a soft delicate kiss on her cheek. She
did not move a muscle. He hated to watch her suffer. She deserved to leave
this world with as little pain as necessary. The doctor had told him earlier
that day it could be months or even years before her death. He could not wait
that long. She did not deserve to wait that long either.

He said a silent prayer, then took the pillow, covered her sleeping face
and shoved down as hard as he could. She barely struggled against him. Then
he counted the seconds until she no longer moved at all. He then took the
pillow and set it back next to her head.

He then took one last look at her face. She seemed to be at peace. He
knew that what he had done would be considered murder by some. In his heart,
he justified it as mercy. He knew her fears about waiting for death to
finally come for her. He merely sped up the inevitable process. She had been
dying; now, she is dead, gone from this harsh world.

Now he could move on with his life. He could, at last, find his own
peace. He knew that once he held Buffy in his arms again, he could breathe
again. For the past two years he felt as if he had been holding his breathe.
Dying day by day. Now he was reborn.