Thank you all so very much for the comments –alerts and favorite stories so far! I do hope you enjoy this chapter.

*Friday I broke my fingers –luckily I finished this chapter last week. Just with work and everything it's been hard for me to update it.

Anyhow I do hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. Again sorry if it's no good –I promise every chapter after this WON'T be POV's. I just can't do it anymore. Haha!

Chapter: 2

Happiness is Evil;

Angelus: POV;

Why did chicks always have to talk so dam much? All the way to the cemetery Angelus had to put up with the excessive annoying talk of the brunette by his side. Keeping up the perfect gentleman act, he found it so hard to nod his head and smile at appropriate times. Each syllable uttered made Angelus want to rip her throat out then and there, he didn't care that Buffy was on hot pursuit, not like she could ram that stake of hers into his un-beating heart anyways.

But patience was winning out, much to the disdain of the demon within.

His plan was already underway and he couldn't be sloppy. This had to play out like any other night with a slayer; the only exception was this slayer was the very girl who had ironically been his release from soul boy.

Of course gratitude and a lovely reward was something he was going to give, among other things, well until he grew tired of her and killed and eviscerated that pretty little body of hers, like he promised he would do. But first thing was first, the persuasive act of seduction.

A sickening thought not to say the least, but every night he found himself longing to feel his cock ram back inside of that tight pussy. Her very essence still clung and tainted his body, calling for him to be one with her once more. Angelus couldn't stand it, any obsession never started off like this, but then again when had had fucked them he would then discard or kill them.

This time it was soul boy who beat him to the punch. For some dam reason he cared that it wasn't him that robbed her of her sweet virginity, the very thought of Angel being with her enraged him beyond all confusion.

Taking his mind away from such dangerous thinking he went over the plan for tonight's little rendezvous. She wouldn't be so susceptible tonight. But tonight was where the road to her destruction and into his bed took place. After centuries of practice, he was definitely a master in the art of seduction and mind games.

Planting the first seeds was always the most fun.

Watching Buffy struggle with her sinful urges would be so delicious but having her body would be so much better. But the only way to make his plan succeed was to unfortunately not kill the girl who was currently occupying his right arm.

The lines had to be blurred, good and evil to submerge so she would get lost in it as well. As long as she never saw his devilish deeds, she would let herself become his all too willingly…in time. So instead of killing the annoying similar to Cordelia brunette then, he let her talk only for a moment or two.

Tasting wasn't out of the question now was it?

As the cemetery drew into their line of vision the girl stopped talking, along with her body she stopped moving as well. Finally! She shuts the fuck up. Keeping an arm around her small shoulders he looked down at the startled expression on her face. God all chicks hated cemetery's; hmm I wonder why? He amusedly thought to himself, keeping his famous trademark smirk on the inside and presenting a gentle smile on the outside.

"What's the matter?" He pleasantly inquired.

The girl's eye's met his as she voiced out her fears of the cemetery. Shushing her, he let a finger trail down her jaw line as he leaned in only a hairsbreadth away from her trembling lips. "Don't worry no monsters will eat you, their not real. Don't you want to walk under the moonlight with me?" A sharp intake of breath and sudden arousal filled the air as the girl nodded her head and let Angelus take her inside the cemetery.

Really he should get an Oscar for his performance of the perfect gentleman, not many vampires would out last talk of high school and teenage girls problems. Along with the fact that keeping her in denial about monsters was almost too hilarious to keep to himself.

Wait until she meets the real monster in her arms! But she was so much like the rest; they were so easy to spark a wanton reaction from just his touch. Maybe he should rape her before Buffy came? Now that would be so exquisite to see the pain and betrayal in the slayer's eyes. It was so tempting but then the girl started yapping again and Angelus got bored.

"Lesson numero one with vampires kitten, don't make 'em bored cause in the end they'll get straight down to feeding"

Before the girl could utter another whiny syllable, Angelus face contorted into his demon visage as he let his teeth sink into her slender neck. The blood rushed into his mouth for the moment satiating the cravings for blood, caressing his throat as he enjoyed the taste of her not so innocent blood. The girl's struggle was an added flavor, the whimper and the muffled shriek that filled the air that would soon alert the slayer to the little bloodletting was also an added bonus of pleasure in his loins.

As he drank deeply he pressed her plaint body closer to a tombstone they had found, in which the girl assumed would be their fucking spot.

Too bad kitten, many girls never get the privilege of getting this cock inside them, now mine is definitely one to brag about.

Just as the flailing body began its steady and quick fall into death's embrace Angelus felt something grab his shoulder, sending him hurdling backwards as he felt the cool grassy floor cushion his fall. Shaking his head, he looked up to see Buffy standing over him not before ordering the lucky girl a chance to get away. A cold chuckle emitted from his lips as he picked himself off the ground, his demon visage returning back to the brutally handsome human features which got the added response look from the slayer.

"You call that fun kitten? Too me it looked rather boring, especially with you having to settle for loser boy as companionship for a dance."

Taking a step closer he purred seductively into her ear but making sure that their bodies didn't have any contact, "All you had to do was ask Buff and I would have shown you a real good time. Better yet…" snaking his arm around her waist his lips moved over her trembling lips before whispering, "I could show you a lot more then dance moves."

Tasting her soft voluptuous lips sent Angelus in such a high. Careful not to let his animal instincts take over he kept the kiss soft and gentle, it was in close contrast to the way Angel used to kiss her.

It felt beyond wonderful; the tightening in his loins indicating that his body was taking immense pleasure from her. Gently forcing his tongue into her hot mouth, his tongue explored and caressed while his hands gripped tightly onto her hips betraying the gentleness of his lips. Triumph came when Buffy responded back, her small hands gripping onto his upper arms before Angelus pulled back to let her breath.

Still his hands were on her hips as he made a tisking mocking noise. "Now what would lover boy say to that? His girl getting turned on by his better demonic half?"

Ahh yes that was sure to hit a nerve or two and send her off course for a little while. Pain was what he wanted to see in those eyes from one of the many acts of betrayal that she would soon be performing for him. Taking in all the glorious emotions he was taking in from her lovely face he let her body go when he felt her slip away from his grasp. He'd let that one go for now. Let her think she has control, but already she had lost and given in, she just didn't know it yet.

Referring back to her earlier comment he smiled a cruel smile, his hands fitting into the pockets of his leather duster as his eyes roamed her body with a lustful hunger. "Every night baby you'll be blessed with my appearance…unless…" Pausing he let his sentence linger .. carrying on. "Unless you want to end this here and now? Fight me and stake me baby, I'm already betting you wont."

As if to emphasize his point he stepped back and started undoing a few of his shirt buttons, letting the exposed skin be seen before his hands spread outwards at both sides.

"C'mon baby end it now."

A smirk befitted his lips at the still slayer; she wasn't going to do it. Maybe she'd put on a good show of fighting but that's what he had expected since leaving his penthouse tonight. Maybe a friendly warning would put her into action?

"Just think this is your one chance cause where we're going lover, there is definitely no going back… I promise you'll love the pain I give you."

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Buffy: POV;

Having the thoughts in her mind now having to see Angel, be his evil counterpart for the rest of her life killed her inside. She still loved Angel; very much so, it was just hard to see him knowing that the soul that was inside was dead. He possessed nothing but darkness and hate, something Buffy wasn't aloud to fall into.

She couldn't do that, she cared too much what her friends thought to degrade herself to that. She was the Slayer and having people see her do that would be wrong. Or at least that was how she was mentally trained anyways.

She would in some way let herself go someday? Maybe let herself fall into the evil fun, maybe not serial killer evil, but enough to get her hands dirty. She could admit it to herself but to no one else. She couldn't say that she was bad at being bad she had never tried it.

As much as she beat herself up inside for still loving and craving all that was Angelus, she could admit to herself now that no matter what happened she couldn't kill him. She within the past few days and still didn't know why? But she grew to love him, because he was still apart of Angel. It was his face, his skin the soul was tainted and burned away from inside of him without a shred of guilt.

She gave that to him, she created the beast that unleashed. She had to carry that burden for the rest of her life.

She couldn't back down from him and make herself look weak, that was one thing she was going to refuse to do. At least in front of him, sometimes Buffy wished she was stronger at heart. She couldn't stand the fact that seeing him like he was or seeing her friends hurt like they had been; she hated to show that she was a weak person. But she also didn't want them to think she was a cold hearted bitch either.

Although she was known to be that way some of the time from the stress of her job.

This was her first encounter with Angelus; she was slowly starting to learn the manipulations and obsessions he possessed. They were there inside of Angel as well but he never let that be seen, he hid that part of himself. Buffy knew that she couldn't fall into that, she always had to stand guard around the heartless killer or she herself would fall victim to him.

That would be what he wanted and she didn't want to give him the pleasure of letting him think he could control her.

She let her thoughts get the best of her on her way to the cemetery; she just knew that, that was where he was taking his next choice of blood. Typical, Angel took her there to be alone with her for their little make out sessions. Although it was a little creepy, she missed it. She missed the gentle touch of him and wanted him back. Her heart would never heal or never be the same without him. That was a pure love and now the love that carried in her heart was nothing but darkness, a love that came from the burning pits of love's hell. Angelus did that to her, she wouldn't let that be known, not now anyways.

Realizing at that moment where she was and how her thoughts took over at that moment as she threw Angelus off the helpless sluttish girl and let her escape. She looked over him for a moment and heard his mocking chuckle with his words. Buffy stood guard and looked up at him and let her eyes hide her fear at that moment letting the strong Buffy show through. The little girl inside was kicking and screaming to run away, but with the looks of him she had to stand there, it was like he put a trance on her, ordering to be there.

"Sorry killing innocent people, for a good time really isn't my style."

Not her best witty come back but she had to admit to herself she was a little intimidated by him. She felt a rush of cold air press on her body feeling him step closer to her as she felt him scoop her up into his arms she struggled at first, "D –Don't get-" she fought him for a moment feeling his lips press against hers. Caressing his tongue violently in her mouth she felt her body go limp from intimation to passion. She let herself be taken over by him at that moment.

Another weak sign of hers and she knew it, he already knew it now that she was giving in just by how she gripped onto him letting herself go and kissing him back. She felt the bulge in his pants rub against her leg as he pressed so close to her. She gave in at that moment and felt a craving come over her body wanting more of his deadly touch.

Really, was it so wrong?

She heard his words catching her breath looking up at him feeling his taste still lingering on her moist lips as she forcefully pushed him away from her and whipped her lips off. She swallowed hard and looked him up and down with her eyes burning from her unshed tears.

"Y –Your just trying – Its not going to work this time, you cant use Angel anymore." She stated with a wave of guilt in her voice and a pain of pleasure that washed through her body.

Having that moment, it was addicting already. Knowing what she could possibly get away with it and have no one know about it. That was the part of herself that she would love to let free, but would have to hide it from her friends.

Giving him a fake look of disgust, when really she enjoyed it she let him speak his words as she was unprepared for a fight.

"As much – As much as it would be the right thing to do, I won't give you the satisfaction of killing you…. Again." meaning he was already dead anyhow. She looked at him and watched him as he stared to undo his shirt, Buffy couldn't dare tear her eyes away from what he was doing.

She stepped closer with force looking at him letting her fear behind her and bringing a strain of confidence with her as she stood before him inches away. She looked him up and down and wanted to fight him, she wanted to kill him only because he pissed her off so much. But really she wasn't, she would let him think that for the time being anyhow.

Showing off his muscular chest proudly to her at that moment Buffy huffed a little and pushed him back some seeing him stumble over a grave stone, not falling though.

Maybe letting him have the illusion she was going to kill him would be nice, that was what she wanted to do. She wanted to be intimating to him as well, as hard as it might have been, she knew somewhere deep down there was some fueling inside of him. She was after all the Slayer that was what she was trained to do.

She stepped forward once again and pushed him back more and swung her fist letting it bounce off his jaw. Seeing the pleasure on his face, she knew this was what he was wanting, as much as she hated meeting his needs this was one of hers at the moment.

"Is that all you got, lover?" Angelus spoke out with a devious grin.

With a low growl she swung and punched him once again sending him stumbling back a little more, "there's a lot more where that came from!"

She said ducking to miss a hit from him as she pushed him back into a crypt wall. She looked at him seeing the dark crimson blanket the side of his mouth at that moment. She gazed at it for a moment and then looked at the fire and rage in his eyes, it was kind of burning in hers as well; she knew he could see it. "I'm not one of your helpless victims, mind game wont work with me anymore."

She felt a sense of violent rage over power her body at that moment as she griped onto the lapels of his jacket and threw him up against the wall more.

She swallowed hard and let her eyes travel his face letting out a soft growl; she had to make herself look strong in front of him, although some scared weakness and hurt filled her body.

She pulled him and hungrily raped his mouth. She heard the purr of pleasure roll off his lips the instant they locked.

Why was she doing this -doing this to herself?

She didn't feel him pull back in fact he pulled her in more with his arms slightly lifting her tiny body against his chest –much like Angel used to when they kissed- she let out a soft mewl letting him take over at that moment. She had to pull back; she knew what he was capable of.

What a way to show him he can't manipulate you, Buffy! You're giving into him… no I'm giving into my needs… I need him –No I need Angel… he… stop thinking so much and keep kissing him!

Good – or – No Good? What do you all think? Comments are very encouraging and very much appreciated, so please let me know how I'm doing so far and what you think about the chapter! Chapter 3 –will be up soon. I have one free hand to work with and three fingers on the other –it's painful to type, (ha) but I'll do it if you all give me reason too! –wink, wink- Thank you again for reading and the feedback!