I Want To Dance With You

I Want To Dance With You

Rating: PG-13 to R for language
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the BTVS characters, they all belong to Joss...greedy bastard :) I don't own the song "I want to dance with you," it belongs to Live.
Spoilers: Up to Passion.
Authors Notes: Ok, here is the deal. I have been working on this story for at least two months. I have just now gotten this part up to my liking, and I am still not 100% sure about it, but I thought that if I sent it out and recieved feedback it would help to push me along. I have the framework for the next part, I just do not have it completely written out. I hope to have it done by Thursday. One more thing, I know that Angelus is completely un-Angelus like, but oh well
Dedication: To Cass. Here it is, late, but here nonetheless. I know that I can't say anything to make it better, but if you want to yell or something I am here. Also to Heather...Thank You.

"I don't know what you want from me!!" Buffy shouted loudly at the man sitting on the head stone.

"I just want you," he responded lightly, but the conviction in his voice could still be heard.

"How? Why? Why would you want me?"

"Because I love you."

"You love me?" she questioned loudly, as tears began to roll down her face, "how can you love me? You do not have a soul. You do not know how to feel love," the minute she said the words, she regretted them.

A pained look crossed his face as he jumped off the head stone, "Is that how you see me, as just some demon without a soul? Something that has no feelings?"

Buffy fell to the ground weeping, "No, Yes, I don't know. I don't know what to think, what to feel. How am I supposed to feel? What am I supposed to think? One night I make love with my boyfriend and wake up to a completely different person, sure you are the same, but you are different, I can feel it."

"Is that so bad?"

"Yes. I loved…Love Angel. Now he is gone and I can never get him back."

"Is that what you want? Some quilt-ridden vampire, who you can't make love too, can't touch? Because if that's what you want, lets go, I will become him again, but…"he stopped as she cut him off.

"No, that's not what I want. He wasn't happy, I hated to see that pained look in your eyes."

"Oh, so now we are the same person," he shot at her angrily.

"God Angel, I don't know. How am I supposed to? You will not tell me anything, not how you lost your soul, or even that you had, I had to figure that out all on my own. You tortured me, my friends, you killed Jenny, and then suddenly you say you love me? And, you will not even tell me why it is that you love me, why you want to be with me. I cannot do it all on my own, I am not a mind reader!!" Anger quickly replaced the tears.

Angelus turned to walk away, turning around he asked, "Well, are you coming, it is a long story, I would like to be inside when the sun rises," with that, he turned and continued on his way, not bothering to look to see if she was following, he knew she would.

They arrived at the Mansion just as the sun began to rise in the sky, beautiful colors highlighted the sky, but that was the last thing the slayer was concerned about. She entered the mansion, and found Angelus sitting at the fireplace, staring into it; she would have sworn he was brooding.

"Truth is that I do not understand it myself, that is why I can't explain it to you," he said quietly, never looking at her.

"Well, maybe you can tell me what you do know, and we can figure it out?" she responded, just as quietly.

They moved to sit on the couch, neither looking at the other.

"When we made love, it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Then I felt it start to happen, I didn't know immediately what was going on, but I assumed. It was so confusing. I had my soul for so long, the first thing I wanted to do was feed. It had been so long," he said with a sort of longing in his voice that made her shudder, but she kept quiet as he continued, "I left, ran, it's what I do best. I was ecstatic, happier than I had been in eighty years, but it wasn't true happiness. Yeah I didn't have guilt, but I couldn't have the one thing I wanted most in the world. You. I thought of leaving you and how heartbroken you would be and I just couldn't leave," he laughed bitterly before continuing, "Imagine that, the Scourge of Europe, being whipped by a Slayer. It was too much. So I did the only thing I knew how to do, what I am good at, I tortured people, and I killed people."

"What made you stop?" She knew she shouldn't butt in, but she had to know, and she really did want to hear about how wonderful he felt while torturing people, but it didn't seem that it even registered she had spoken.

"But every night, after I-I hurt you, I would follow you to your house and watch you cry yourself to sleep. That hurt more than anything. I just couldn't bear to see that pained look in your eyes anymore, the pain that was starting to turn to hatred. And one day, I stopped fighting. I don't know what makes me love you. Honestly, I am not sure I want to know. I don't care. Most vampires have no feelings; they do not feel love, only the demon inside. You thought you were confused, try being in my place." After he finished, he got up abruptly from the couch and stood by the fireplace.

Buffy sat stunned for a few minutes, Angel never opened up to her like this, it was like pulling teeth to get him to tell her anything, she wasn't sure how to process all of this new information.

"You are not the same, but you are. You carry the same face, but you are not him."

"I know I am not him. I will never be him. I don't want to be him again."

"I know. I truly do not know what to do. After you lost your soul, I did actual research if you can imagine," Buffy said, trying to joke, but failing miserably, so she continued, "I tried to see what I could find out about you, and I expected most of what I got, this…this I never in a million years expected."

"YOU? What about me?" He yelled at her.

"I see your point there. But I don't know if I can love you."

"You never gave me a chance," he replied almost sadly.

"Do you blame me?"

"No. But Buffy I am not used to waiting around for what I want, I see something I want, I take it."

"I kinda assumed that," she paused for a minute before continuing on, "I think I would like to try...to get to know you. Because you are not like Angel, it's like starting all over again. I just do not know if I can deal with you killing people."

"Perhaps, I do not have to kill them, but you cannot expect me not to feed."

"No I can't. God, what am I supposed to do? It's ok if you take blood from innocent people, just don't kill them ok," she said with much sarcasm.

"What the hell do you want me to do??" He all but screamed at her, "Do you want me to go back on fucking pig's blood?? There is no way in hell I am doing that!!"

She winced at his screaming, but she didn't really know what to do, "I don't know. I just need time to think about all this."

As Buffy got up from the couch, he stood in front of her, as to get a kiss. But he didn't, he just stood there.

"When will you be back?"

"Soon."

With that, she turned to leave. She almost expected him to ask if she was still his girl, but he didn't. She found it odd that she was more than a little disappointed that he didn't. *What would you have said if he had asked?? * She scolded herself as she walked home.

*****

It was several weeks later, and while she was supposed to be patrolling, the only demon going through her mind was the one that she should hate the most. But instead of concentrating on how to kill him, she was concentrating on how she felt about it. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she never noticed Angelus until he spoke.

"Patience isn't one of my virtues, Lover," he said from his place behind her.

"I know. But you can't just expect me to decide so quickly," she replied not turning around.

She wasn't surprised that he was there; honestly she had expected him earlier.

"It's been three weeks," he grabbed her by the arms roughly, turning her around to face him, causing her to shriek slightly, "And both you and I know that there is no choice. I could take you now. I could make you like me. I could kill you, and you couldn't stop me. I know you want me; I can smell it on you. And I want you, too. So I don't see what the fucking problem is."

She jerked out of his clutches and walked a few steps before turning to look at him angrily.

"The *fucking* problem is that you are.it's that you aren't." she stuttered, not knowing exactly how to tell him.

"Him. I am not soul boy."

She looked at him and sighed, "That too, but actually given the choice between you and no one, I will take you."

As soon as she said it, she wished she hadn't. A look of sadness swept over his face, but it was quickly replaced with anger.

"Fine. If that is how you want to play, I WILL not become him again. But if you think I am a last resort, perhaps I should see what I can do about changing your mind."

He turned from her, leaving her to wonder what in the hell he was rambling about. The two stood in silence for a few minutes before he abruptly turned around, exclaiming "A-ha," causing her to jump.

Angelus stalked towards her, stopping just out of touching distance, "You think I am a last resort, that I am better than nothing at all."

Buffy interrupted him, "That's not-"

This time is silenced her, "No. No. You said it; obviously that is what you meant. So mayhap an eternity with me will convince you that I am better than he is." He smirked as a look of horror passed over her face.

She backed away from him as he moved closer to her, "You wouldn't," she began.

"Oh, but Lover, I would. And I would enjoy it and so would you."

"No. NO!! I will NOT become one of you. Do you hear me?? Do you understand me?"

She turned away from him, before stopping, and looking at him with a strange look in her eyes, "You love me?" she asked, stunning him a little at her abrupt change of mood and subject.

"Yes I love you," he replied honestly.

"So you love me, but you will turn me.against my will I might add, just to prove that you are better than Angel? Yeah that makes a lot of sense.and you wonder why I am taking so long to come to you," she finished sarcastically before turning on her heel to leave.

He started after her, once again taking her by the arm, forcing her to look in his eyes. There was a look in his deep brown eyes that Buffy hadn't seen since her last time with Angel.it was a look of uncertainty.

Angelus was usually so confident, often to the point of being egotistical, but looking into his eyes right then she knew that he did love her and would do anything to be with her, even if it meant finding a spell to give him his soul back. In that moment, Buffy knew what her choice was; she didn't want to have Angel back. Yes she loved him. A part of her always would, but the man she was staring at was Angel too.

Buffy looked deep into his eyes and brushed her lips against his, surprising him, but only for a moment before he kissed her back. Reluctantly Buffy broke away; "Meet me at the Bronze in an hour," with that she kissed him again and turned to leave.

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Forty-five minutes later, a very anxious Angelus sat in the corner of the Bronze where he could see the door, so he would know when she walked in, as if he wouldn't feel her right away, but he wanted to see her.

As the minutes passed by, he grew more anxious, twirling the Claddagh ring that he wore on his right hand.

He mentally scolded himself for being so nervous. As much as he thought he had no reason for it, he felt like a schoolboy on his first date, he hated that feeling.

The minute she entered the doors, he knew it. Angelus stood and glided through the crowd to meet her. The couple stopped few feet apart. They each took in the other's appearance.

Angelus wore what he had only an hour before, black leather pants, a satin red shirt, and his long trench coat.

Buffy stood in a blood red tank top, black leather pants and his leather jacket, she left her blond hair loose and wore only what makeup she still had on from earlier in the day.

As Angelus continued to look her up and down, the glistening of something shiny caught his eye. He looked down to see what the object was and what he found surprised and overjoyed him.

There sitting on her left hand was the Claddagh ring that matched his.

He moved his eyes to look in hers. Buffy gave him a small smile before kissing him gently, whispering, "I love you."

She ended the kiss, laying her head on his chest, looking up at him, as he wrapped her in a hug.

Angelus smirked at her, "I know you do."

She swatted him gently on the arm, but smiled in spite of herself.

He bent down and kissed her again, slightly more firmly than their earlier kiss, "I love You."

When Buffy heard those words, tears sprang to her eyes. Angelus wiped them away before enveloping her in a hug.

The newly reunited couple stood in each other arms for a moment before Angelus placed his right hand in her left, so that their rings clinked, and pulled her to the dance floor.

As the first chords began, Angelus gathered the slayer up in his arms, and the two began swaying ever so gently to the music.

Sittin' on the beach
The island king of love
Deep in Fijian Seas
Deep in some blissful dream
Where the goddess finally sleeps
In the lap of her lover
Subdued in all her rage
And I'm aglow with the taste of the demons driven out
And happily replaced with the presence of real love
The only one who saves

I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
The karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
And lead us back to a world we would not face

The stillness in your eyes
Convinces me that I
I don't know a thing
And I been around the world and I've tasted all the
wines
A half a billion times came sickened to your shores
You show me what this life is for

In this altered state
Full of so much pain and rage
You know we got to find a way to let it go

Sittin' on the beach
The island king of love
Deep in Fijian Seas
Deep in the heart of it all where the goddess finally
sleeps
After eons of war and lifetimes
She smilin' and free, nothin' left
But a cracking voice and a song, oh lord

We would not face
We would not face
We would not face
We would not face
We would not face

The End

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