Prologue

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As the fight raged on below just above another was occuring. Spike just coming around after falling from the tower, the portal already opened. He looked up to see Buffy trying to free Dawn from her bonds. He tried to move, to get to them, to get to Buffy and to help her. Spike began to lift his broken body from the ground but the pain being to great and he promptly fell back down and darnkess came.

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Buffy finally freed Dawn and began to lead her away from the edge of the platform, all the while ignoring her own injuries. Just then a dark dragon broke through the sky. The walls to the realities crumbling around the two sisters. Dawn stopped her, looking at Buffy with such sadness in her eyes. Buffy only looked at her with tired and slightly confused eyes. Dawn began to shake her head and broke free from her sisters embrace. Buffy tried to keep hold on her sister but with her injuries her sister broke free from her grip and with one last backwards glance. Dawn turned and ran to the end the platform, she took a breath and fell over the side and into the light.

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The sun was just coming over the horizon, Dawn's broken body laying admist the rubble. Xander carring an injured Anya, Willow and Tara clinging to eachother, Giles slowly emerging in disbelief, Spike only a few feet away collapsed into sobs.

Finally Buffy coming down the broken steps of the tower staring in grief and disbelief at what was left of her 'family' and her sister. She walked slowly over to Spike seeing for the first time how much the vampire cared for her sister. Buffy fell down to her knees and pulled him into her arms, Spike automatically wrapped her in a tight embrace. Buffy cried for her sister, Spike cried for his friend and both cried for the girl that had gained a place in theirs hearts no other could ever touch.

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It had been only three days since the funeral, everyone lost in their own worlds dealing with the loss of the girl they'd all come to love. Willow and Tara feeling the need to get away from The Hellmouth for awhile decided to visit a friend of Tara's in San Fransisco. Anya and Xander retreated to the confines of their apartment to be just with one another and Giles went back to England to deal with the council.

Leaving Buffy and Spike to draw comfort from one another. After the funeral everyone went to Buffy's house, except for Buffy. Just as she done at her mother's grave she stood there waiting, for what she didn't know. Only this time the vampire to come up behind her and grasp her hand had eyes like the sea instead of the earth.

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//In nothing more than a whisper he gave her hand a quick squeeze and said. "She's in a better place now, love." Her only response being a heavy sigh and a squeeze of his hand in return. He tugged on her hand and began to lead her away from the fresh grave.

Just as she had done with Angel they found themselves sitting under a large oak. Sitting side by side her hand clutching his with her head resting on his shoulder, with a sigh she began. "I'm so tired Spike. I mean my sister just died. Key or not she is...was my sister. I know everyone is hurting but they all...God I dunno..." She trailed off not really knowing what or how to say she was feeling.

Spike just pulled her closer and dropped a kiss on head and said. "They're all grieving Buffy. I know you're hurt, we all are but always know I'm here for you. I loved the little bit and whether you like it or not I do love you too." She stayed silent for a long while knowing what he said was true. He had proved that numerous times over in the past. Finally in reply. "I know Spike, I know"

There they sat, Vampire and Slayer under a starlit sky. Both sat in a comfortable silence for a good part of the night. All to soon Spike could smell the Sunrise. Though he still had a good hour before the fatal rays came he still had no urge to fit in an ash tray. He began to stand pulling Buffy along with him. They stood there looking at one another, not quite sure where to go from there. Finally Buffy made the first move by offering her hand. Without a second thought he took her hand in his and they headed to 1630 Revello Drive.//

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That was three days ago. When the sun had set that evening and everyone had gone, Buffy and Spike went to Spike's crypt to collect the few things he kept with him. It was decided that Spike would move in with Buffy and help out with bills and other expenses. It turned out that after living well over hundred years one aquired quite a bit of money over time.

Now Buffy was in the kitchen in a pair of forest green sleep pants and a white tank making breakfast for herself. She took the box of cereal down and added milk to the sugary grains. Spike near the microwave fixing a pint of O-NEG. He took his breakfast over to the counter and sat down next to Buffy clothed only in a pair of black lounge pants and a white wife-beater.

Spike turned to toward the Slayer feeling her eyes on him. When he looked into her moss green eyes he could see she was lost in thought. Finally giving up on the staring contest he asked what she was thinking. After he got no response a touched her hand gently breaking her train of thought.

"huh...what" She looked at Spike and then realized she'd been staring, she turned her head to the side trying to hide the blush that had creeped across her face. He put his finger under her chin to have her turn back to face him. "Hey pet, what's going on in that head of yours?" he said with a small smile on his lips

She looked up at him with a small smile of her own and said "I was just thinking..." Giviing her look that said 'what about?' She continued but becoming very serious. "I told Giles that if she died I was quiting" Spike didn't have to ask who she was or what it was she was quiting. "I know it might not be the most so called responsible thing to do but I don't care. I mean I care but...well what I'm trying to say is that. I'm leaving Sunnydale and I want you to come with me."

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Chapter 2 -- The Beginning pt. II

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Spike sat there stunned, he couldn't possible have heard her correctly. She wanted to leave Sunnydale and what was even more unbelieveable was that she wanted *him* to go with her. "Im sorry I must have heard you wrong...you...you want me to...to go with you." At her slight nod he just sat there a moment and looked her staight in the eye and asked again. "Let me get this staight, you want *me* to leave with *you*?"

She nodded her head, when he didn't say anything she took his hands in hers and said. "Look Spike I know because of...well everything in the past it may seem like 'why would she want me' but I'm asking you because I can't stay here anymore. It's too much I told Giles I was going to quit if she died. Well my sister is dead" She paused for a moment trying to collect herself.

"My mother had all her affairs in order, the house has already been sold. I have somethings already put away in storage everyting else I'm either taking or just getting rid of." Spike sat there in a stunned silence letting all of what she said sink in. He finally came out of his thoughts. "Ok, I understand your choice to leave but I am pretty damn sure you didn't tell anyone about it. Still I come back to 'why me' not that I'm not flattered...it's just well" he trailed off not really knowing what else to say.

"Spike what you did with Dru and...well let's just say that wasn't one of your better ideas..." They looked at each other both giving the other a small smirk. "...but after everything I know that you do care, in your own way." She paused not really knowing how to say what she had to say next.

Spike being able to tell that there was more she had to say patiently waited. All the while he couldn't help the hope that filled his heart. She finally moved a bit closer to him and looked up into his eyes never seeing how blue they were until that moment. "Spike, I lied to you that day. I did...I mean I do feel something for you. I'm not in love with you but I *do* love you and I hope one day..." She looked up at him to see him softly smiling down at her a tinge of red staining her cheeks.

He ran the tips of his fingers down the right side of her face. "That's all asked for Buffy. Just a crumb and it seems I've gotten a bit more than that." He leaned down to brush his lips against hers.

The kiss was feather light and when he pulled back she wished for more. They stared at eachother for a moment until Spike broke the silence. "Come on, love. We got a lot to do before we leave...so when *do* we leave?" She just smiled and took his mug and her bowl and walked over to the sink. She walked back to him holding out her hand and as they left the kitchen she answered.

"Tomorrow night, Spike"

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The time had finally come, everything she owned was either thrown away, donated or she was taking it with her. Most had gone to the Salvation Army, Buffy was only taking clothes, Mr. Gordo, her journal and a few piceces of jewelery and other odds and ends. Basically all her things fit into a large black duffel bag.

Spike unlike Buffy had little he needed, his things consitsted of some clothing, books and other personal odds and ends he liked to keep with him. Again all of his things fit into a large duffel bag. Spike had gotten rid of the DeSoto at Buffy's demand. Instead parked out front of the Summer's former home was a black mustang with tinted windows for the driver with the slight aversion to the sun.

The sun had just set 15 minutes ago and with their things packed. Spike leaned up against the side of the car dressed in a pair of black jeans and a loose black silk button down shirt watching as Buffy did a last check of the house. She stepped outside and locked the door.

As she came down the path dressed in a pair of well worn low rider jeans and a black tank top that showed a bit of her toned belly she smiled at him, he opened the passenger side door and she slid into the seat. Spike walked around the back of the car and slid into the drivers side. They smiled at one another taking her left her hand in his right, without a look back they drove off into the twlight.

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Chapter 3 -- Mine

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(3 Months Later)

It's now been 3 months since both Spike and Buffy's disapperance. Willow, Tara, and Xander are now seated at the tarot card table pouring over a number of volumes investigating Sunnydale's latest big bad. Anya is handling the few customers roaming the shop and Giles is on the phone with one of his contacts again on the hunt for his missing Slayer.

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(Same Time -- Different Place)

The sun was high in the sky, though non of it's harmful rays penetrated the hotel room in which the Slayer and Vampire were resting in. Two bodies lay entertwined, one with skin as pale as the moon it self and the other with such sun-kissed skin it almost glowed.

The women began to stir her head pillowed on the man's chest. She could feel the blanket of sleep begin to lift, not wanting to wake up just yet she burrowed back down into his comforting embrace. He'd been awake for awhile, unmoving so as not to disturb the lovely thing lying next to him.

He dropped a kiss to the top of her head and began to run his fingers up and down the length of her arm. He then rolled her onto her back and blanketed her body with his own. She then wrapped her arms around him and ran her fingers in his hair. "Mmmm..." she mumbled

Spike growled deep in his throat, right into Buffy's ear. Shivers shot through her body, lingering at her sex. He began to kiss her softly, first her forehead, then her cheek, her neck, then back up to her chin. Buffy lost herself in the sensations. When she opened her eyes, they were level with his. Suddenly, his lips were on hers. Her body pulsing with longing, she pulled him closer to her saying. "Please Will...kiss me all over." It was at times like this when they were most intimate did she call him this.

He hesitated for a beat, then quickly did as she asked. He began kissing the swell of her breasts first, he teased a hardening nipple until she squealed, licked down her belly, coming to a stop at her thighs. Kneeling before her, Buffy let her legs fall open giving her vampire complete access.

Spike then began to tease her inner thighs with his soft icy kisses, moving slowly closer to her swollen center. She moaned, attempting to grab his head and force him closer to where she desired. He evaded her easily and continued with his insecent teasing. 'Asshole' she thought.

"Will! Please!" She bucked her hips forward. Dear God, doesn't he know he's killing me?

She saw his face break into a wide, self-satisfied smile.

'Jerk'

Just before she began to beg again, he'd dipped his head and began to lick and suck hungrily. She felt his fangs elongate. Spike scraped them gently against the tiny bundle of nerves, being careful so as not to draw blood...not yet anyway. Never feeling anything like it before she began to twist and squirm from the new sensations he was creating in her.

Soon, she was bucking against him frantically, knowing that she was about to come. She stopped him and tugged him upwards. As he crawled up her body, Buffy pulled him close for a kiss, tasting her sweet juices on his lips. His human visage was back.

As they locked eyes, loving shining from both. But before she could continue her musings, Spike thrust into her, burying his cock to the hilt. Buffy cried out in surprise.

Her body writhed under him, her hips lifting up to meet his gentle thrusts. He was on his knees, higher than usual, introducing her to a new position that he was sure to bring them both immense pleasure. She was so wet and with each thrust she covered him in her sweet jucies. His cock ran its length up and down her clit, his knees on either side of her legs. He knew in this position it would bring her to multiple orgasms once they began, and watching her like this, in pure ecstasy was almost too much for him to bare.

Buffy held her breath unable to truly understand the feelings running through her. As the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs began to explode. Spike leaned down and brought his lips to her ear, quickly running his tounge on the shell of her ear he purred one word that removed her last grip on reality.

"Breathe."

Buffy screamed her realase as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body. He was so close, her silken walls rippled around him and her hot juices bathed his cock, making it all the more easy to thrust in and out of her. He then felt a sensation he hadn't felt since before the chip and his days with Dru.

The soft skin at his neck tore at the urging of her blunt teeth, and a few precious drops of blood were swept away by her tongue. She sucked gently, drawing out a tiny trickle of the warm coppery fluid. He shifted and bent his head to his mark. Not Angel's, Not Drac's but HIS. She was his mate and he was hers. Then with the utmost care he gently slid his own fangs into her neck. Careful not to take too much

Buffy's body clamped tight at this act, bringing her to yet another set of explosive orgasms. They both rode it out, licking and caressing, until the sensations began to change from pleasure to pain. When he pulled out of her to lay at her side, the look on her face made him quiver. She stared into his eyes with love and complete possesion shining through she then licked the blood from her lips.

"Mine" she said looking at him with unshed tears

"You are mine Wiliam. I claim you as my mate. You belong to me as I do to you...forever."

She pulled him close laying a soft kiss on his lips before she continued with her declaration

"My Vampire, my friend, my lover...MY mate" the last was said in nothing but a mere whisper.

Spike knew that even though they had been together for months and even declared their love for one another that this was a very big deal. She had let him claim her almost after the first month after leaving Sunnydale but today was the first time she returned the claim.

The joy and arousal that infused his system made his need to be with her again all the more powerful. He once again slide back into her slick heat and they once again began to make love...

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(Angel Investigations -- later that day)

Angel sat in his office brooding in the low light staring at a worn picture of one Buffy Summers. He was one of the first to discover that the Slayer was no longer in Sunnydale. Word traveled fast in the underground, especially good word like a hellmouth not being guarded.

He was again waiting for news on his lost beloved. Whistler, a demon who worked for the Powers was suppose to call him with news. The Slayer was needed back on the hellmouth, things were getting worse and the Scoobs could only do so much without a full time guardian. The AI team helped out when they could but it wasn't enough.

The shrill of the phone ripped him from his musings. Putting down the picture he then picked up the phone hoping that this would be the call that would lead him back to his Buffy.

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Chapter 4 -- That was Then, This is Now

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Buffy snuggled up against her vampire after their last round of lovemaking. Her head lay on his chest above where his heart should beat. Instead of the steady rythm of a heart beat, she hears the soft sound of purring. The sound brings a small smile to the tiny blonde's face. Though her lover doesn't breath she can tell he has fallen into a deep sleep. Listening to the soft purring that fills the room and the occasional sirens and cars passing by outside, Buffy remebers the first time she heard such a sound and the joy that she felt in knowning she created.

Buffy's POV

// We left Sunnydale nearly a month ago. Since neither of us really knew where we wanted to go and we weren't in any rush to get there, we headed north. Our first stop was Lancaster, we just about flew through L.A. We didn't even stay in Lancaster that long either. Spike said something about the people being 'complete wankers' I just shook my head at that. I never really understood Spike's speech patterns anyway.

After Lancaster we really didn't stop for any length of time until we hit Sacramento. I'd never been really anywhere before. So after about a week, Spike suggested we head east. In my head I always thought how much I'd like to see New York and the snow, so with that we were eventually on our way again.

Our first stop was in Nevada, Virgina city. I was tempted ask why we just didn't go to Carson instead but I decided against it. We were both tired and the sun was about to rise. So we decided to pull into a motel. Something like the 'Stars Inn', I wasn't paying attention.

Spike got us a room...one bed, I wasn't about to complain. We had been sharing just about everything for almost the past month. Both of us had our one bag slung over our shoulders, I stood behind him as he had a short battle tying to get the key card to work.

He stepped to the side letting me pass before following me inside and closing the door firmly behind him. The room was pretty simple.

When you first walked in, on your right was the closet and to the left was the bathroom. The bathroom itself was nice, there was a large tub big enough for two. The bathroom was decorated in soft mossy greens and warm creme colors.The room had one queen sized bed, nightstands on either side, a lamp on both sides. On the opposite wall there was a large chest and when opened, a large television set could be seen. In the far corner there was a small round table, two chairs placed around it and a phone sat on top. The room was decorated in soft earthy tones.

We both notice the sorry excuse for curtains on the windows. Back in Lancaster we realized this might be a problem, so we bought some black fabric to put up over window as such. Spike then goes into my bag and takes out the fabric covering up the windows and blocking out the sun's harmful rays.

Over the past few weeks my appearance have gone undersome minor changes. Since my traveling companion has a slight sun aversion my skin has paled slightly. Spike commented on it and decided that I need to get out into the sun more often. Other than that I really haven't change that much. Spike himself has decided to nix the slicked back look. His hair now is in a mess of curls or unruly spikes. Otherwise we're both the same ole Buffy and Spike.

After we left Sunnydale Spike and I became a lot closer. There would be frequent touching, we would both find reasons/excuses to touch one another. Somehow he always found a new way to surprise me or make me laugh. Not being around Sunnydale and the constant pressure of my duty as a Slayer let me see a side of Spike I didn't even know was there.

After about a week we had our first real kiss, it was nothing overly so. It was sweet and nice and really left me wanting. Of course after that there was much kissing and semi-naughty touching. Every chance he got Spike was reminding me how much he loved me and I always replied in kind. I couldn't deny it anymore. I loved him and he loved me.

Though we loved eachother and the extremly hot makeout sessions, we never went past major kissage and semi-naughty touching I'm starting to get antsy. I also know I'm not the only one. Today will be the day. I want him and I will have him.

After I take a nap...//

I'm pulled from my soon to be very good memory by the melody of Spike's cell phone. Eventhough we've been in New York for awhile now, Spike decided that it would be better to have only a mobile phone than to have an actually phone line. We both know the gang in Sunnydale and Angel's crew are looking for us.

News like a missing Slayer and a childer to a master like Angelus moves fast. Nobody who knows where we are will tell because the only people who know are a few demons. Both Spike and I are not exactly friendly to those who cross us.

I can't help the worry that fills me. About a week back an old friend of Merrick's found Spike and I in a pub in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. As soon as Spike saw the place he just had to go in for the hell of it.

'The Wicked Monk' was it's name. It was dark, loud and filled with various acholoic beverages, basically a great place to be if you're a bleached blonde vampire. Anyway Merrick's friend, who went by the name Raz. He found us and told us he heard about the Initiative's down fall and he also knew about Spike's chip. Raz claimed to know of a man that could help us with that problem.

That's probably who Spike is on the phone with now. The doctor is a specialist, known for working with demons. So the needs to have Spike in a non sunlit room and lots of blood on hand would not be an odd request. In the demon world she's known as Ruby why I don't know but her actually name is Sam Stacker.

Spike just hung up and threw the phone on the bedside table. He rolls back over and pulls me back against his chest. I feel his lips brush the back of my neck as he nuzzles his face there.

"Go back to sleep princess" he mumbles into my skin. I sigh and sunggle back into his embrace before I begin to remeber again.

// As I begin to come out from under the cover of sleep I realize two things, one I practically slept the day away and second a hard cool body was pressed up against my back. Spikes hand was rubbing soothing circles on my tummy just under my shirt. I placed my hand of his to still his movements.

I twist a bit towards him leaning up for a kiss. At the first brush of his mouth, I nearly melt against him. Soon my hands are in his hair, lacing through his soft curls. Then his tongue slides across my bottom lip, I moan opening up for him instantly. His tongue glides in between my parted lips, throughly exploring the confines of my mouth before drawing mine into battle.

Spike growls deep in his throat and crushes me against him. His scent and taste filled my senses. I am so hot and I know only he can cool the fires that burn within me. I moan in distress when he breaks the kiss.

He doesn't dissapoint, soon I gasp in surprise when my shirt is pulled over my head in one quick movement, exposing myself to his eyes. For a moment all he does is stare, taking all that I am in. I feel my breath quicken and my breast tighten under his blantant persual.

He then slides down my body running his fingers over my abdomen, making me shiver as he goes. I close my eyes trying to concentrate on the feelings he is creating. Everywhere he touches tingles with an icy fire.

My breath hitched has I felt his touge circle one hardend nipple, his finger teasing the other. His other hand slid inside, pushing past the lace of my panties to slide one finger deep inside. My hips jerk in reaction, grinding my hips against his finger eventually joined by a second, pumped inside of me. His thumb began to tease my clit, sending little shocks of pleasure throughout my body. His lips moved to my other nipple as another finger pushed inside, spreading me open further.

I cried out as I crashed violently over the edge, my body sagging against his as I came down form my peak. He drew at my climax as long as he could, finally when I was nothing but a mass of nerves he crawled up my body and kissed me softly letting me taste myself on his tounge.

After only a moment or so Spike had me on my stomach pulling me up onto my hand and knees. He then draped himself over me, nuzzling his face into my neck. I was becoming extremly aroused once again, I could feel his cock pusing up against my ass.

Spike growled as he smelled my arousal, squeezing one of my breast non-too gently. He continued to caress and fondle my breast as his other hand began to slide down to my core. I moan pressing my head against the head board, arching into his touch.

"Please" I beg in a breathless plea

I felt Spike harden even more, if possible. He mumble something about me begging being the sweetest sound he'd ever heard so he continued to tease me. My legs were pressed tightly together knowing that if I loosened them the evidence of my desire would be sliding down my legs. His fingers continued to tease and anytime I try to direct as to where I wanted him, he'd pull back so I stopped trying.

Spike kisses my neck and began to suck and lick on my pulse point as his other hand dropped to rub my clit. He then slid two fingers inside and began to whisper softly into my ear.

"Come on baby, Come for me Buffy...you're so close."

The words fell from my lips with ease. My words became to much for her and she cried out in pleasure. I then bit down with my blunt teeth holding her in my arms as she trembled with realase. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pulled her back aganist me. Then blanketing her body with my own. She places her hands on top the headboard for purchase and with one thrust I'm buried to the hilt.

I growl deep in my throat, the feel of her tight silken walls rippling around me was so much I had to hold still to keep from coming right there. After a moment or so the beautiful blonde benath me became impatient and began to push back, moan and look back at me. This causing another growl to make it's way from my throat, I grab her hair and force her to face forward.

Leaving one hand threaded through her hair my other hand rest on her hip and I begin to move. I slowly pull out before slamming back into her. Not too long after she moved with me, silently begging for more. I lean over to kiss her neck where it's slightly bruised from my bite earlier.

All to soon it becomes too much and I begin a pounding rythm. Pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in again. I then slip a hand around and start to roll her clit between her fingers. Soon she falling over the edge again. As gently as I can I sink my fangs into her neck. Making her mine, covering Angel's and Drac's mark making her my own. She belongs to me now. My Slayer, my friend, my lover, my mate and I tell her so.

She looks at me with unshed tears in her eyes. I know that she can't return the claim, not yet anyway. It doesn't matter to me though, I know that she loves me and I love her, that's all that matters. I pull her into my arms, with her head pillowed on my chest and I begin to purr. For the first time in my long life I feel content and happy and I know I never want to loose this feeling...//

As the last of the memory fades Buffy turns in her mates arms and begins to wake him in the most delightful of ways.

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Angel sits in his darkned office thinking of the one girl that taught him how to feel and live again. He knew he had to find her, get her away as far away form Spike as possible. The shrill of his telephone rips him from his thoughts on how he can torture his childer and on different ways of bringing Buffy home.

"Hello, Whistler?"

"Hey kid, I got some information that I think I might interest you. The word on the street is that there is some new people to hit the New York scene. Possible the Slayer and William the Bloody. Nobody knows for sure, all anyone knows is that if you cross them you end up dead. What I did find out however is a lot more soild than any demon gossip..."

Angel patients was running thin. "Look Whis, not really needing back story here just get to the point."

"Damn Ang, just like that little Slayer, always in such a rush. Alright I'm sure you know about Spike's chip" At Angel sound of aggrement Whistler continued. "Anyway it seems he might have found a doctor who is willing to take it out. For the right price of course. The doc is well known in the demon world, goes by the name Ruby. Look it was rumored that Spike was seeking her services. I don't know anything for sure yet but I was able to get an address. I'll keep looking for ya."

Angel's heart soared, he might just find her and be able to convince her to come home with him. After Whistler gave him the address Angel made plans to head to New York as soon as possible. He also made a few calls to Sunnydale letting them know he had a lead. Hopefully he would be able to bring her home and maybe stake his pest of childe in the process.

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Chapter 5 -- Lost Slayer, Lost Love

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In the low light of the once training space of a slayer in the 'Magic Box', Rupert Giles finally allowed himself to let the tears fall. It's already been 3 months since his Slayer's disappearace and if the rumors are true, then she is also with that bleached pest. All he kept thinking was how he should've had Buffy stake him long ago.

Dawn...the girl's name makes his heart break all over again. From what Buffy told everyone Dawn went and sacrificed herself in order to close the portal. Later on after the gang left except for Spike who was hiding out in the basement at the time, he learned that Buffy was going to jump herself that is until her own sister stopped her.

Then his poor Slayer broke down in tears but just as soon as the tears came they were gone. He knew that she was trying to be strong and deal with things her own way. The next day he put in the call to the council that the threat of Glorificus was no more and soon he was on a plan to London not 2 hours later, Xander, Willow and their significant others also decided to take sometime for themselves; leaving his Slayer on her own and a chipped vampire as her only company. Now that he looks back on it, leaving her alone with had to be the worst idea ever.

//It was almost 4 days later from the day his Slayer and Spike left that Giles and the gang realized something might be wrong. The first clue was that when anyone called there was no answer. Another was the 'Sold' sign on the front lawn of the Summers home. Xander was walking up to the house when he saw that it looked deserted and the 'Sold' sign out front. He turned and ran straight toward the 'Magic Box'

15 minutes later the distress boy bursted through the doors of the shop startling a few customers and drawing the attention of a Watcher, ex-demon and one wicca. Breathing heavily he was able to gasp out one word before staggering towards the table and dropping into a seat...

"Buffy"//

Giles was pulled from his thoughts because of a loud crash outside and then a string of curses form Anya. Shaking his head he sat down heavily on the couch and couldn't help continuing think of his lost slayer...

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Angel was walking around his basement apartment trying to figure out what to take with him to New York. He already packed a few choice weapons along with a few books. All he had left to do was to check up a few cases and pack some clothes and he would be on his way.

It was the first time in a long while when he felt such joy and rage at the same time. He felt over run with joy because he soon would be reunited with his beloved and as soon as he had her she would never leave his side. She was marked and she was his. There was no other who would dare challenge his claim or so he thought.

Oh he knew Dracula had taste but his Buffy basically dusted Drac's ass and he left the Hellmouth without so much as a goodbye. So to his knowledge she was his and it would always be that way. Again he was not worried about his childe becasue he had the chip incased in his head. What he didn't know was that if he didn't intend to really hurt Spike was able to inflict some damage, like to mark a certain slayer as his mate.

Angel knowing none of this continued to prepare for his trip to New York and to reclaim his lost love.

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