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Caela sipped her coffee again, relaxing in the morning sun that filled the area of where she sat, at the kitchen table. The rays warmed her muscles and gave her a feeling of being blessed. She would never get used to the lovely essense of the Powers' gifts to the earth.

She placed the mug closer to her lips, slowly preparing to take a sip. Tensing her almost limp, relaxed muscles, her eyes tightened as she squeezed them shut. Flashes of emotions surrounded her every inch. The colors that illustrated their power over her told her everything that was going on. It had finally happened. Angel and Buffy were going to be together, without a clause or a curse or a destiny to stand in there way. Now, it was just to them. And if she had to step in, then so be it. She had always known that she would be sent to these two who would protect her until a certain age. And she had also known about their predestined love for one another. But their love was not to just make the pair happy and to give them both a sense of reason. She knew that there was something much more to it than that. But she,too, was kept in the dark. For the Powers only told her things when she was needed to explain them or sort them out. She was, too, at their beck and call. Just as Cordelia was. It was then that Caela came out of it and regained her composure. And thanked what ever lucky stars existed for her, that she came out of these flashes of information without a retching, mind numbing head ache like Cordelia Chase.

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Wesley entered the room and watched as Cordelia and Caela shared their personal stories of deamons and other yucky encounters, with coffee in his hand and leaned again the counter.

Caela didn't particularly like the idea that Wesley was simply staring and eavse dropping into their conversation when he could just be in it as easily. Her mind was uneasy as to what was going through his mind as he watched, in his own little world. He occationally glanced at him from the corner of her eye, trying to figure him out.

She couldn't take it anymore, "Is ther' somethin' I can help ya wit'?" She cut Cordelia in mid sentense, of which the older girl didn't seem to care, sense she was eager to find out what Wesley's deal was as well.

"Hmmm?" He shook himself, finally, out of his trance of interest. "Oh yes, I do hope so." He approached Caela. "You see, We know that you are the Kismettin, and that someone is toying with the destiny's of some very important people, but what I don't understand is why you need another slayer, plus a vampire, to be your Protectors. It just doesn't add up. Pike claims that you are not up to your full strength. If you are equal to Buffy's stength in bron, then what exactly are you capable of when you are at your peek?" He studied her presently expressionless face for some inkling of false information being tossed about. He found nothing.

"What do you want to know?" Caela waited for Wesley to contemplate her question and the known information already.

"Everything." His face was serious, more so than ever. He seemed to be more fearful than the others. He spent most of his time around Caela, while they were in the house. He appeared to be studying her in some way.

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Angel couldn't take it, it wasn't fair that she got to touch him but he couldn't. He'd enjoyed and longed for the night before, but he knew that she was still, technically, someone else's. She was, for the time, taken. But then again, he had "taken" her last night. Whatever or whoever she belonged to beforehand no longer applied. She had cheated on Riley and she was going to break it off with him in, one would assume, a few hours. Riley didn't hold a reputation for not seeing his girlfriend for over a day. He was bound to stop by or at least call. Angel was possitive it would be today.

Buffy's hand was so warm, and yet he kept his hands to himself. It was becoming unbearable. She smelt so go. Of peaches and strawberries. Her perfume had always overwhelmed him when they were close. But since he had caught her directly after a shower it was only her shampoo that filler the air. The vanilla spray had not been applied yet. It didn't matter, she was still delicious. He starred in her eyes. Then her lips. They were read as ever. He could smell her without even being in the same room, ut with her this close, he couldn't stand being so near and not able to respond to her. Buffy's hair was combed back from her forehead but flowed around her ears and down her back.

Buffy let him explore her body with his eyes. He didn't focus on one single feature, he took in every bit of her. Her skin's softness, even just in sight, her eyelashes; the way they flutered up to look at him, and the smell of her, God she smells so good. Screw this. He couldn't take it anymore. Technically she was his. She always had been, they both knew that. Angel leaned down quickly, catching Buffy off gaurd as he caught her lips with full intentions of taking more. She almost collapsed from the rush, but Angel caught her and held her up against his chest. She was being lavished by her true love bow, not a substitute.

His posture had decreased in strength as the kiss grew more passionate. His knees giving in, they both toppled and stumbled to the wall. Angel sandwiched Buffy against the wall, and claimed her waist with his right arm as the left cradled her face and neck. His lips voyaged from her lips and to her neck. He suckled the thin flesh between her ear and shoulder, not attempting to give her a hicky, but dangerously close to doing so. Buffy's arms held him by the waist, pulling his body closer. She relieved one hand from that position and moved it to his shirt buttons. She fumbled on the material as she tried to undo his shirt.

With her towel already loosely wrapped about half her body, he was easily able to remove it by simply tugging on the top near her chest and under her arm. The towel slipped it's way down to the floor, piling at their feet on the floor. Angel's shirt was now completly unbuttoned, and Buffy's hands had slid between the cotton and around his shoulders and back, caressing the marble identical muscles. Angel returned to her lips and rejoined her tongue with his. She tasted so marvelously; sweet essense of love and passion. Her being overwhelmed his; heart and soul, and a horrible thought crossed his mind, I can't imagine my life without her, what it would be like. And he pulled away with the fear that this thought brought to him, his terror showned through his eyes and down on her's. He stared at her with this running through his head. His eyes stung with a threat of tears as he comtemplated this and looked at her.

Buffy didn't understand what was going on in his head, but didn't particularly care either. She reached out behind his head and forced him to her and returned to their major mackout session. Angel gave in, sliping his hands under her arms and placed one hand on the back of her head, the other around her waist, pushing her nude body to him. Angel was just about to pick Buffy up and carry her to the bed when Caela knocked on the door.

"Buffy, can I come in, I need to talk to-" She stopped herself. She didn't realize until now that Angel was in the room as well. She smiled to herself about the new information that she had just recieved. Thinking to herself for a moment she finally decided upon knocking again, this time more lightly.

Buffy and Angel were dressing frantically. Buffy tried to pull on her jeans as she kept her balance as Angel rebuttoned his shirt.

Caela knocked. "Wesley wants us to conversate about what we all know. Take yer time. We'll wait."

Buffy and Angel eyed each other. Then, both calling out at the same time. "Thank you."

Caela nodded in satisfaction and made her way to the group's meeting area in the living room.

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Buffy and Angel made their way casually down the stairs and took their seats on the couch next to one another. Next to Angel, in the middle, was Cordelia. In the recliner sat Xander, with Pike, Wesley, Giles and Caela on the migrated kitchen table chairs and Willow on the floor leaning against the couch. "Lets gte started." Giles became more allert as he straightened himself in his chair. "Caela, will you be so kind-"

"Of course." Caela unfolded her legs from underneath herself and leaned forward to make sure she had everyone's attention. Taking a deep breath she contemplated her first statement of information. Decidin, "As you know, someone is messing aroun' with other's destinies. But of course it's only of those who play a big part in the battle bewteen good and evil. Everyone else doesn't matter. At least , not in the long run. Taking a deep breath, she paused. "For instance, Angel," She looked at him as his face became more alleart. 'You were not meant to go to Hell. But to stay here. On Earth. With Buffy. The Powers That Be did not apprieciate their plans being ruined by another source and over ruled that after long negotiations with the Summerlands' rival and were able to send you bac'" Angel took this in.

It all makes sense now. Angel thought.

"But who's doing this? And how do we stop them?" Buffy interveened with the questions on everyone's mind.

"'M Not sure about a name, but a somewhat given if that it is not human- nor demon. ' Tis something else. Of which only three people can face. Each will face them with a different aspect of feature; one of love, strength and one of knowledge. Although, I am not sure exactly who each of us are, I am-"

"Wait. 'Us?' What do you meant, 'us'?" Angel looked between Caela and his thoughts. Then to Buffy. "You mean...?" He gestured to the two girls and himself with a waving of his hand. Caela nodded in response.

Buffy let out a deep and well needed tense releasing breath, "Boy, this keeps getting better and better." Her sarcastic tone was well recognized, but no one said anything. For everyone saw her point. Things were changing for good, worse and in difficulty.

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