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Disclaimer: I'll make a pretend show and call it Angelus, but I'd still be having copyright problems.
Rating: R
Pairing: BAus
My diet consists of lots of feedback and thanks for all of the responses to the previous chapters! Sorry this was like not out quickly I am trying to finish a long new chapter in Pennies... its a pain in the behind to write it too...

Buffy opened the door at the top of the stairs and walked into the lobby from behind the reservation desk. Her eyes immediately focused onto to Cordelia's angry glower, Buffy merely raised an eyebrow. Sauntering up behind the counter, she leaned against it and looked down at the black and white screen at her demon.

"So you're whoring yourself for information."

"No he's whoring himself to get me Cordy. Angelus wants me by his side as his mate, which I rightly am due to my mark."

"Scar from a frenzied drinking in which neither Angel or his demon gave a damn other then that it would cure them," Cordelia said snidely.

"Have you asked Angelus? He seems to recall the taste of my blood with a look of pre-orgasmic pleasure on his face. Now where's Wes?"

"He's only talking to you because you're going to be the easiest to tell lies to. You haven't been apart of his world for so long, its surprising he remembered you."

Tossing her hair, Buffy grinned proudly, "I must have been a better lay then you thought bitch-deila. Now I need to speak to Wesley I've got intel."

"Intel. Right." Cordelia drawled out sarcastically.

"Jealous Cor? I've always been better despite your claim to be the slayer of the dating realm. It was I who had the steady hunky boyfriend, I who could give the guy pure happiness, and Cordy… it was I who loved him all."

"How'd you know about that?"

"See Cor, hun, I didn't know until just now. But hey, thanks for filling me in."

Seeing Wesley appear from behind Cordelia, Buffy waved him over and began to talk shop to him. She gave the pitifully skimpy details that gave them a place to start from, a place to check references with, which was more then they had before.

Fred came into the room with a few more textbooks and Wesley walked with her to the study to go over them. They shut the door behind them so as not the be disturbed, and Buffy just looked on, with a curious expression about her face.

"Hey chica, its good to see you here. You've calmed the raging beast, as in the little `b,'" Lorne said walking down the stairs from their living quarters in the hotel.

"Lorne right? Hey, mind if I ask why you're green?"

"I'm a Pylean, but that's beside the point. You got Mr. Evil Vampire down there to stop singing and humming and that's a great relief, let me tell you. My head hurts just thinking about his possible future dancing in our blood."

"Hun, so you can read people? That's very unusual but very cool."

"How'd you get him to stop?" Lorne asked, opening a text and skimming the pages.

"Singing?"

"Yeah ducks. How'd you tame him?"

"He needs someone that is his equal to question him. He won't respond to those he thinks of as inferior."

Faith sauntered into the room, her hips swaying with her painted face of bright red lipstick and clunky mascara. She was wearing skin tight black pants, a black shirt with a deep pink rose on it, and a leather jacket.

"Inferior my ass B. He likes natural blondes, and that's it. Darla and you fit his target perfectly. We both know I'm the better slayer, I don't let feelings bog me down."

Buffy raised her head and stared up her nose, "Yeah that's the point I made to Kendra and look where she is? Feelings help in the fight, its what let's me kick your ass time and again."

"Ah gee Buff, as much as I just love our little reunion and everything, I've got my own gig, and… it just doesn't include an oldtimer."

"Good to here you aren't trying to stick your two bit white trash paws into my man again. It got old a very long time ago."

"You couldn't keep a man B if you tried, they all seem to leave. First Angel, then Riley. Who's next? What boy toy are you hiding from me? Cordelia may not be woman enough to get the job done, but I am."

"Slutty, yes you are, and that's why you haven't experienced a lasting relationship. Not once. Wow, I'm impressed really."

Angelus' voice began to filter in the room from the television screen, and everyone turned to stare at it. Buffy and Faith were both surprised to see Connor down in the basement holding a knife in his hands almost peacefully. Faith after absorbing the shock, shrugged and stood there enjoying the show, as Buffy watched with her eyes narrowing.

"You see you're my real father, Angel is just something you are forced to wear."

"Touched, truly I am Connor, but see I don't want you. You aren't my responsibility, you were just an unplanned misery to add to my life. Face it Connor, no father would want you as a son. Holtz, he only took you to raise you against my poor tortured soul, if he truly wanted a family he wouldn't have been a vampire hunter in the first place. Man his family tasted delicious especially the children in all their innocence."

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" Connor yelled crossing the line, and suddenly many things happened at once.

Angelus grabbed the wrist holding the knife and held it against his throat; Buffy was racing down the stairs to diffuse the situation; Wesley and Fred hurried out to watch the screen to see what was going on; and Faith and Cordelia hurried to stake their claim on Angelus; Gunn was breathing heavily with a rag and a broadsword in his hand wondering if he should join the fray of the fighting or watch his girl and that creep he use to call a friend.

All in all it was chaos.

"You going to stab me Connor? Go ahead. Try."

Connor threw his weight into the weapon and couldn't manage to budge it against the steady hand of Angelus, who was standing there smiling like an arrogant jerk he was. There was nothing on his face to prove that holding the knife steady took any effort, but on Connor's face was a strained look as his face went slowly purple.

"Gosh, I love being me. As least I don't turn a hideous shade of mango purple. Relax my boy, you're going to faint with all that blood rushing to your head."

"Oh shut up and look at my pulse."

"Eww God, no. I tasted my son before, I'll pass if you don't mind. You're pretty sour tasting, before I thought the pig blood was going bad, but then I realized Lilah switched my blood storage with pints of your baby blood and even then you were no good."

"I'm going to kill you!"

"I'm not stopping you, oh wait, I am."

Suddenly Connor was hauled away from the cage by a pair of strong hands. The knife slid through Angelus' palm, cutting a thing trail of blood and he licked it off watching his son fight his mate. His form was horrible. It shamed him to call him even a blood relative, much less a son. You couldn't show that around the town and boast.

Buffy took a swing at Connor, faked and feinted a kick to his head, landing one in his knee cap, effectively bringing him down in under a minute. It was impressive for Angelus to watch. Her technique had vastly improved, and she was good.

In more ways then one.

"You will not get a chance to kill him again Connor, if in fact you ever had one. This isn't Angel, its Angelus and they are not the same. A hundred plus years of cohabitation has just effectively isolated the two of them and they haven't a clue as to how the other one works."

"Ah Buffy, I get more credit to my acting skills. Angel couldn't even act like me very well to get Faith to cough up information! At least I am able to swallow my puke long enough to act like that yellow belly fool."

"Oh you're not helping the situation so be quiet."

"Only if you kiss me."

"Go ahead and talk."

Buffy dragged Connor up the stairs, leaving Cordelia and Faith in the basement to try to seduce her demon. It wouldn't work and they knew it, but they wouldn't admit defeat so easily. Throwing the unruly son she'd been have carrying onto the circular couch in the lobby she stared at him with the threat plainly in her eyes.

"Don't go after him in anger, do you hear me?"

"You just want to fuck him."

"He's got a nice piece of ass."

"I can't believe you just said that!" Connor sneered disgusted.

"Oh come off it."

Wesley cleared his throat behind him, and the two turned their attention towards him. He spoke very softly, however his meaning was very clear. "I think I know how to get you into that cage and not give him a chance to get out."

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