A/N: Hehe… Buffy and Angelus… no idea where I'm going with this story. Ah well. Enjoy this update. Review please.

Chapter Four

I shouldered my backpack firmly and entered the computer classroom.

"Hey, Buffy," Xander said, raising his hand up in a half wave.

"Hey, Buf- Oh my gosh, what happened to your harm?" Willow exclaimed, grabbing my arm gently. I sat down in a seat and removed my arm from her grasp with a small laugh.

"It's nothing, Will," I assured her. "I just fell climbing the tree outside my window."

She opened her mouth to respond, but Xander tapped her elbow with a pencil and motioned to the door right as the teacher walked in.

"Morning, class," she said, setting a bunch of papers on her desk. "Pull out your notebooks so we can begin." The teacher- I looked at my schedule- Ms. Jenna, turned to the whiteboard and began to write.

She paused. "Oh, Buffy Summers? Can you stay after class?"

"Sure..." I answered although confused.

xXxXx

The bell rang.

"Catch you in a bit," I told Willow and Xander before approaching the desk where Ms. Jenna sat, typing.

"Ms. Jenna?" I inquired.

"Ms. Summers," she said, looking at me. "Thank you for staying. Now, to the point, are you the Slayer?"

I shifted into a better stance and tensed. "Who wants to know?"

"I'm a Gypsy," Ms. Jenna told me. "I'm here to help you."

My eyebrow furrowed. "A Gypsy?" Giles had mentioned them in the car on the ride here. "How can you help?"

She smiled, not at all affected by my doubt, and settled back in her chair, placing her hands in front of her. "Long ago, a vampire was terrorizing my people. One day he killed the matriarch's granddaughter, and as a result, the matriarch cast a spell on him so that he would have his soul back and he would feel regret and pain and sorrow over his actions. However, the spell would be broken if he ever had one moment of true happiness."

I was still confused. "I still don't get it."

"Buffy," she said sharply. "That vampire was Angelus."

xXxXx

I danced in the Bronze for an hour before I became restless and began to patrol, my mind tumultuous over thoughts of Angel and Angelus. Turning the corner into a back-alley, I freeze, catching sight of Angelus. With a long-hair, voluptuous woman.

My mind blanks. I barrel into him and shove him away from the woman, sweeping my stake up to under his ribcage. He knocks my hand away and trips me. Then Angelus kicks the stake away and steps on my chest. I push and punch at his legs, but he doesn't even blink at my pathetic attempts to escape.

"Leave," he ordered the woman. When the alley was empty except for us, he removed his foot and lifted me up. "Nice display of jealously, lover."

"Ha," I scoffed. "I'm merely doing my duty as a Slayer." Then I leapt forward. We traded punches and kicks. I almost got the upper hand, before I faltered, confusing Angel and Angelus once again.

My mistake.

Angelus lifted me off my feet, an iron tight grip around my throat. "Too bad." He shrugged. "I think I would like you being jealous." Then he tossed me against the outside wall of the Bronze.

He turned to walk away, off to find a new prey, apparently done playing with me.

I pushed myself off the ground, ignoring the stars that clogged my vision, and decided what the hell; why not be a punching bag for a bit longer. "What was your moment of happiness?"