Title: The Temple Of The Slayer
By TrinityLast
E-mail: trinitylast@wambtac.com
Disclaimer: Do I *look* like Joss?
Distribution: My site, the BA_Fluff list/site and anyone who already has my permission.
Rating: NC-17, eventually
Spoilers: Nothing and everything. AU
Feedback: Yes, yes, yes!

WARNING! Very religious story ahead. Fictitious religion, but religion all the same. If you have problems with a person being worshiped, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!

Buffy is the Slayer in the Temple of the Slayer an obscure, but ancient religion, where the Slayer is worshipped.

Note: This is totally AU. Vampires exist, but they aren’t hunted by the Slayer, they protect her. She has Slayer strength, etc, but doesn’t have to use it. Treated as royalty by the Temple, she really only has to kill demons in rituals. Giles is her link to the Temple, still called a Watcher, but he literally "watches over her", and keeps her safe, also treating her as royalty. However, the Slayer does have to kill demons sometimes, and Lothos happened, so she’s still the Buffy we know and love, not the stuck-up girl of Hemery High. She still trains with Giles, too. All weapons, blah, blah, blah. Just in case. And she hunts demons sometimes, when she gets restless, or they hear that something’s going on. She’s been known to leave for a week or so at a time, when "the slayer is needed."

Picking up at Buffy’s first year of college, the gang is all there, including her mother, but only Giles and Buffy know she’s the Slayer (Oz and Anya as well, for obvious reasons, but they haven’t told their better halves.) Angelus is, as the Master’s Grande Childe, a very high-ranking vampire, but he’s never been to Sunnydale before this, as there was no need.

Note2: The lore of the Slayer goes like this: "One girl in all the world with the power of the Gods. Where she leads, we will follow. Where she treads, we shall clear. She is our Savior."

Note3: By the way, I just realized where I got the basic idea...it was from the fic "Storm" by Gabriele Schulz - She has Olivia refer to Giles as a "Worshipper in the temple of the Chosen One." I didn’t even realize I did it. I’m so sorry I didn’t give her credit!!! Anyway, that’s where the idea came from, I think. Or at least, it planted the idea in my head....so, thanks to Gabriele!!

//thoughts

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Chapter One
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Buffy grabbed her jacket and glanced around the dorm room. She still couldn’t find her new crossbow, and it was irritating her, but she didn’t have time to look. Giles had called last night and asked her to be at his apartment at eight this morning, and, since he hated getting her up so early, she knew it was important.

"Where are you going?"

She turned and smiled at Willow who was blinking at her from her bed. "I’m going to Giles’. He said he needed to talk to me."

Willow frowned. "I don’t get that."

Buffy furrowed her eyebrows. "What don’t you get? He wants to talk to me."

"I mean, I don’t get that whole thing. I mean, I get that when you hang in the library as much as you did, you’d get to know the librarian. But you don’t study at the library anymore, and he doesn’t work there anymore, what with the whole sabotaged graduation and explosion, so I don’t get that whole going over there thing. I mean, why do you still hang out with him? He’s old enough to be your father."

Buffy inwardly smirked at the ‘explosion’ remark. Rarely did she get to do something like that...and she *was* the Slayer. She was built for the fight, no matter how delicately she was treated by the Temple and Council. Stuff like that just got her blood pumping.

"Well, I like him. He’s nice. And he’s still helping me. I told you how he was tutoring me for school." Well, it was partially true. He did some of her homework for her when she was too tired or couldn’t seem to understand it, but he usually explained it to her as he did it...

"Oh. I didn’t know he was still helping you. I get that." Willow smiled and snuggled back into her bed. It was really too early for this anyway.

"See ya later, Will."

"‘Kay."

**

"Ah, Buffy. Come in." Giles held the door open for her and took her jacket from her as she slipped it off. He hung it on a rack by the door and motioned for her to sit down. She smiled and took the coffee he brought her gratefully.

She took a sip and savored it, closing her eyes. Giles watched her fondly and met her gaze when she looked up, smiling.

"Thanks, Giles. So...what’s up?"

"Well, it seems that the Master you killed when he first came to Sunnydale was not the only of his family to rebel against the Temple. One of his Childer, a vampiress named Darla, followed him in his quest to bring about the Old Ones return."

Buffy rolled her eyes at his language but nodded for him to continue.

"Apparently, Darla only recently heard of his final death at your hands and is on her way here to get revenge. A few vampires, pretending to be sympathetic to her cause, managed to get word to the Temple. They sent us a warning. They also informed us that her only Childe, a vampire named Angelus, offered to guard you."

"He’s a Faithful?"

"Yes." Giles noted that her expression didn’t change when she said the word, and he inwardly smiled. It had taken so long for her to become comfortable with the idea that she was worshiped, not just by the Watchers, but by the vampires of the world as well. She had been resistant to the pampering he’d been trained in, and it had taken quite a bit of effort to meet her needs. However, they were now at a point where she let him open doors for her and carry for her, and she let him take her jacket when she came in a room. It wasn’t much, his training demanded much more, but the first rule had always been that the Slayer’s wishes came first, and he’d resolved to follow it.

However, that she could refer to her followers so casually now showed how far they had come. Time had been that the word ‘Faithful’ in that context made her wince and blush at the same time...which was really not an easy task.

Giles was snapped back to the present when Buffy put her coffee cup down hard on the table. He reached forward to get it, and perhaps fill it again for her, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm, and he sat back.

"So, there’s a very, very old rebel vamp coming here to kill me, and there are all these soldier guys on campus...and, my mother wants to know why she keeps getting calls from England." Buffy gave him a hard look. "Giles, why *does* my mother keep getting calls from England?"

He frowned. "I don’t know, but I’ll look into it."

"Thanks."

"The soldiers...they’re still on campus?"

Buffy nodded.

"Yes, well, I’ll see what I can find out about that as well."

Buffy nodded again. "I’ve been asking around, but nothing so far."

Giles looked at her sternly. "You’ve been asking around?"

"Yeah..." She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Buffy, you know that that’s much to dangerous. You are the Slayer. To protect you is my job. When you go out alone like that..."

"Giles, I went to Willie’s. There are, on a normal day, fifteen to twenty vampires in there, all of them Faithful. If something happened, believe me, I’d have been protected."

Giles sighed. He wasn’t going to win this argument, and he didn’t want to try, so he simply nodded. "But please don’t do it again without telling me? Or at the very least, without some of your guard with you."

Buffy smiled. "Ok. I promise, no going out into the demon community without proper protection, and informing the Watcher. Done."

"Thank you." He smiled back. "Do you have classes today?" That was something he had never been able to talk her out of. She had insisted on doing her school work, not letting him shoulder that burden for her unless it became much too hard, and then only asking his help. And then she’d decided to go to college. It wasn’t that she was so very scholastic. He’d recognized early on that she simply didn’t want someone else living her life for her. He could understand that and respect it, but the Council and Temple hated it. They wanted her to be taken care of. They didn’t want her worrying about grades.

She was the Slayer, they’d said. Not a normal girl. She shouldn’t have to ‘toil as the normal people do.’

She’d laughed at Quentin when he’d said that and left the library. Buffy Summers was not one for giving up her life, no matter how difficult it got.

But still, that didn’t mean he had to like it.

"I do. Psyche and English." She grinned. "The Psyche TA is gorgeous."

Giles smiled. "Good. Anything interesting in English?"

Buffy shook her head at him, still grinning. "A not-so-subtle way of asking if there is any point in me being there besides the work. The answer is ‘no’. It’s just an English class."

"Buffy, I understand and even admire your efforts to get an education. You know that. But unless I know that it is affording you some pleasure as well as loading you down with work, I’m going to continue to ‘bug’ you about it."

She smiled at his use of her slang. He did that all the time...try to use her words so she’d be more comfortable. Mostly, it was just really cute.

"Well, this is just a class. Work. But it makes my mom happy that I’m there, and I feel good when I get a good grade, so we’ll leave it alone, ok?"

"Alright." He stood when she did and retrieved her jacket for her, holding it out. She came over and he helped her into it. Then he opened the door. Buffy stopped on the small porch and looked back.

"Thank you."

Giles titled his head. "For what exactly?"

"‘Bugging’ me."

He smiled and she grinned back before turning and heading back to campus.

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Chapter Two
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"Hey Will."

Willow nodded at the whispered greeting as Buffy slid into her seat in Psyche.

"What’d I miss?"

The redhead smiled to herself and slid a paper onto Buffy’s desk. Buffy looked down at it and grinned. It was all the notes so far. Glancing at Willow’s desk she saw that the tape recorder the hacker usually used for note taking was, indeed, running. The written notes had been for her.

Buffy whispered to her out of the corner of her mouth. "I owe you one really, really huge mocha."

Willow stifled a giggle. "I’ll take it."

"Ms. Summers. Nice of you to join us."

Buffy bit her lip and met Prof. Walsh’s gaze. "Sorry about that. I got held up with my tutor."

Walsh raised an eyebrow. "I see." She stepped forward. "And would this ‘tutor’ be an attractive young man?"

Behind Walsh Buffy saw Riley’s head snap up and focus on her. She shook her head.

"No, actually he was the librarian at my high school, and he’s just still helping me."

Walsh nodded, seemingly content with the answer and turned back to the board, but not before informing Buffy that she’d need to stay and talk after class. Buffy cringed.

Willow leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don’t worry. Riley’ll back you up, and I can tell Walsh how early you left. She’ll let it go."

Buffy nodded distractedly, now trying to catch up with the discussion and not die of embarrassment at the same time.

And Riley was still looking at her.

**

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. And it wasn’t just because she was beautiful, which Riley really couldn’t deny. It was the way she held herself. He was just...drawn to her. There was something about her that made her fascinating to watch. The way she moved...how she walked. It always looked like she should be surrounded by an honor guard, like she was some kind of princess.

Ok, so he was romanticizing a bit. But he would be the first to admit it.

He was seriously crushing on her. And it didn’t appear to be the kind of crush that just went away.

**

"Ms. Summers, while I admire the fact that you are diligent enough to use a tutor, I do not accept it as an excuse to be late for class. I trust it won’t happen again?"

Buffy shook her head.

"Thank you." Walsh nodded and walked out and Buffy raised an eyebrow at her back. The woman needed to loosen up a bit. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she smiled, turning to face the TA. He was smiling at her.

"So, a tutor, huh? What’s he helping you in?"

Buffy shrugged. "A little bit of everything."

Riley smiled and picked up his bag. "Can I buy you lunch? I’d like to hear about this guy. You seem to like him."

Buffy stifled a giggle. "Well, he’s nice. And he’s always willing to help." [Very willing to help. He’d hit Walsh if I asked him to...and I’m *this close*...] She linked her arm through his. "And I would love for you to buy me lunch."

Riley grinned back at her and they left, heading for the cafeteria. Willow rolled her eyes and headed to her next class.

**

Buffy sat down with her tray and glanced at the cafeteria doors. She felt...something. Turning back to Riley she caught the tail end of what he’d said and laughed appropriately, but the feeling was still there.

She looked up again a few minutes later and spotted him. It was a half demon that worked with the Temple and Council...Buffy searched her memory and came up with a name: Doyle. He was a half-bracken demon who occasionally got visions of evil she had to go fight. But he usually went straight to Giles, and she found out through him. What was he doing leaning against the doorway of her college lunchroom?

She stared long enough to get his attention, then raised her eyebrows. He motioned into the hallway.

Buffy glanced at Riley and smiled. "You know, I just remembered, I have a huge essay to finish for English, and I have that class in two hours."

Riley grinned and shook his head. "I think you’d better go."

She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Thanks. And thanks for lunch!"

Riley watched her go with a slightly dazed look on his face from the smile, but it faded when he looked back at where she’d been sitting.

[She didn’t eat anything.]

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Chapter Three
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Buffy glanced at Riley and smiled. "You know, I just remembered, I have a huge essay to finish for English, and I have that class in two hours."

Riley grinned and shook his head. "I think you’d better go."

She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Thanks. And thanks for lunch!" She stood up and left, feeling his eyes on her back.

[Why is that always so uncomfortable? It’s not uncomfortable with anyone else...]

She smiled to herself. If Giles knew she was feeling that, he’d either forbid her to see the guy, or stop the guy from seeing her.

‘An uncomfortable Slayer is not acceptable.’

She got out into the hallway and walked right past Doyle without looking at him. "Giles’."

He nodded and followed.

**

Giles opened the door and ushered his Slayer in, once again taking her jacket, and also taking her books this time. Doyle followed her in and waited until she was seated on the couch before he settled into a chair.

But Giles gave the half demon a look and he stood again, muttering a ‘sorry.’ Buffy rolled her eyes.

"Doyle, ignore him and sit."

He smiled at her and did while Giles glared. Doyle avoided the watcher’s gaze. One thing he’d learned long ago was that you don’t piss off a Slayer’s watcher.

They weren’t just trained in courtesy.

Giles tore his eyes from Doyle to smile at Buffy. "Can I get you anything?"

Buffy shook her head, but then cocked it. She nodded. "Can I have a cup of that vanilla tea?"

The watcher smiled and nodded, heading into the kitchen. Buffy turned to the other man in the room.

"So, what’s up?"

Doyle cleared his throat and leaned forward. "The Council found a prophecy. It seems...what? Giles!"

Buffy’s eyes had closed at the word ‘prophecy’ and she’d turned a little green. Giles came rushing in and kneeled in front of the couch, taking her hand.

"Buffy?"

She ignored her watcher and turned back to Doyle. "Did the prophecy say *how* I would die this time? Because the mystery ones are getting old."

Giles closed his eyes and sat next to her on the couch, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. Doyle’s face took on a look of horror.

"It isn’t *about* you dying. Why would you think that?"

Buffy let out a wry laugh. "Gee, I don’t know. Every other prophecy we’ve come across has been. Hell, once it came true. Haven’t you heard? There’s another Slayer. Kendra *was* it, but she was killed by assassins. Now it’s Faith...who turned evil and tried to lead the rebel vamps and an ascending demon. I had to put her in a coma. Don’t you get any of this news at the Council?"

Doyle swallowed past the lump that formed in his throat at the thought of a dead Slayer. Usually they were mourned for six months before the new one was Called. Though, Kendra may have been...he was only a lower-level messenger, and with the odd circumstances, he could see that it wouldn’t be made public. The only Slayer anyone knew about on his level was Buffy. She was supposed to be the strongest in over five centuries.

Now he knew why.

"No, I didn’t know. But it does explain why they’re so sure this prophecy applies to you."

Buffy raised her eyebrows and Doyle nodded. "It says that the strongest Slayer shall mate with the last of the Master’s line, and she will become the Immortal Slayer, ready to lead the Council and Temple against the greatest evil."

Buffy harrumphed. "Great. An eternity of being fawned over."

Giles chuckled. "I’m sure after another five years, you’ll be used to it."

"I have no doubt." She looked down at her watch. "But at the moment, I have to go to class." She stood and Giles got her coat, not commenting on the requested, but undrunk tea. She let him help her on with her jacket and flashed a wry smile before leaving.

When the door had closed behind her Doyle stood.

"I didn’t know she died. I don’t think anyone else at my level did. Why? Aren’t we important enough to mourn?"

Giles shook his head. "She didn’t stay dead. There *was* nothing to mourn."

"The Slayer Kendra..."

"You’d have to ask Quentin." Giles face darkened. "Buffy was the one to find the body. The assassins were after me, to get to her. The police arrested Buffy for the murder, and I had to send her away for the summer. With the council taking care of her without her resident watcher, and making sure that when she came back she’d be allowed back into school, and glossing it over with her mother...I suppose we were too involved with the still very much alive Slayer to mourn her Sister. And really, she was mourned enough for her honor." He closed his eyes. "Buffy still cries over it. They were...close."

Doyle’s face had gone white. He had never heard most of this, and the fact that the Slayer, who was supposed to be *cared for* for gods sake! Had gone through this...

"The end of the Master’s line...Angelus?"

Doyle came out of his daze and nodded.

"When will he arrive?"

"Tonight."

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Chapter Four
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Angelus glared at the door. He didn’t want to go in there. He *really* didn’t want to deal with the watcher. He’d much rather just find the Slayer.

Watchers had an annoying tendency to treat vampires as lower beings. As if they didn’t worship the same person!

And you’d think that when something happens, and they need the undead’s help, they might be nicer.

But no, as Angelus recalled, the watchers at the council had been as annoying as ever, even as they asked, yes *asked*, the vampire to go protect the Slayer. They didn’t demand, they would never do that. Vampires are not required to help the Slayer, but they’d be very grateful if he did. Just don’t expect them to be nice.

Angelus felt his face change and counted down from twenty in Romanian to calm himself. It wouldn’t do to go in there and kill the Slayer’s watcher. She wouldn’t be likely to accept his help then.

Actually, from what he’d heard, these two were pretty close. So, she might even stake him. Not something he had a real yen for.

After taking a few unnecessary breaths to calm down, Angelus reached forward and knocked.

"Yes?" Predictably, it was a British voice that called through the door, but Angelus was not prepared for the man who opened it. He’d been expecting another stuffy watcher in tweed. This man was wearing a dark sweater, jeans...and a gold hoop in his ear.

[My kind of watcher.]

"Rupert Giles?"

The man nodded, watching him warily. Angelus was suddenly struck with the thought that perhaps this was one of the few watchers who actually *knew* how to fight.

That would be nice.

"Someone was supposed to tell you I was coming."

Giles cocked his head. "And you *are*?"

"Angelus."

Giles smiled. "Of course. Do come in." He opened the door wider and stepped back to allow the vampire to enter.

Angelus stood stunned for a minute before going in. He’d *never* been invited into a watcher’s home before. They generally came outside to talk to him, or met him at an office.

This man hadn’t even batted an eye.

Giles closed the door behind him and motioned the vampire towards the couch. "Would you like something to drink? H-have you fed yet?"

Angel had just sat down and his head shot up at the last question. Did the watcher just offer him *blood*?

The general rule for vamps feeding within the Temple was predators only. Killers, rapists and the like. Otherwise, it was animal blood...or plasma. No one would ask where you got it; it was an unspoken rule. This created a very good system for getting rid of the ‘scum’, and it was just fine with the vamps. However, it did explain why there were rebels.

The taste of fresh innocent blood is addictive.

Angelus wondered to himself if he was being offered animal blood or plasma. He never drank animal blood...only a lesser vampire sank that low. Even in the Council if you were served blood, it was plasma.

He finally came to the decision that he didn’t really want to feed in front of the Slayer’s personal watcher. It was a matter of pride, really.

"No thanks."

In the meantime Giles had been puttering in the kitchen getting ready for Buffy who’d be there within the hour.

"Would you like something else, then? I have tea, soda, coffee..."

"No, thank you."

"Are you sure? I’m making the tea anyway for Buffy."

Angelus considered that. "Then yes, thank you. Do you need help?"

"No. But you might want to look through the book there on the table. It’s a log of Buffy’s preferences and a short summary of her life etc. You’ll probably need it."

Angelus nodded and picked up the book, flipping through it. He’d need to get to know her if he was going to protect her.

And if she was as unusual as her watcher, this would prove an interesting few weeks.

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Chapter Five
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"*Where* are you going tonight?"

Buffy shot a glance at Willow who was sitting cross-legged on her bed watching the blond change her clothes.

"I’m going to Giles’. I need help with my history."

"But Buffy, you were there this morning. And then again this afternoon to work on English. Don’t you think you should do something fun?"

Buffy had to stifle a giggle. Sometimes, Willow would be shocked at how much she sounded like Giles.

"I need to work. I have this aching need to graduate at some point, you know?"

Willow sighed. "Are you coming by the Bronze after? You know, for the avoidance of ‘all work an no play’? Please? Oz’s band is playing. I wanna go, but you know I hate sitting alone."

"Won’t Xander be there?"

"With Anya! I’ll be third wheel girl."

Buffy bit her lip. There was no point in telling Willow that Anya wouldn’t be there because she’d be at Giles’ with Buffy, so Willow wouldn’t be a third wheel. In fact, there was a good chance that Oz wouldn’t be playing tonight, depending on the situation, so there was no real reason for Willow to drag herself out at all.

But she couldn’t say that.

"I’m sorry, Will, but I really need to work. I’ll try to make it after, ok?"

Willow looked down and started picking at her comforter, but she nodded.

"You gonna be ok tonight?"

The redhead looked up and smiled. "I’ll be fine. Go learn stuff."

Buffy flashed a smile before she left, and Willow stared at the door for a while once it shut. She didn’t buy the study excuse one bit. It was one thing when she hung out in the library in high school. That was reasonable. It was the one place Snyder didn’t go, and he *hated* Buffy.

But now? Why was she still hanging out with Mr. Giles so much?

It made no sense.

**

Buffy didn’t bother knocking this time. She’d only knocked before because the first time it was so early, and the second time Giles hadn’t been expecting her. He didn’t like her to knock at *all*, but if he didn’t know she was coming Buffy felt like she should.

"So, is he here? Because I have to Bronze tonight for Willo...wow." Buffy stopped in the middle of the room and whispered the last word, but Angel’s vampire hearing caught it. He would have smiled if he hadn’t been echoing the same thought silently.

Also, if she wasn’t the slayer. Smirking at the woman his kind worshiped really didn’t seem like a good idea.

The decision was taken from him in the next minute anyway when she smiled at him. If he’d had breath it would have caught. Her smile was dazzling. And it wasn’t just that she was the Slayer. He’d met Slayers before, and this had never happened to him.

So what the hell was going on?

"Ahh, Buffy. Tea?"

Buffy looked over at her watcher through the window to the kitchen. "Vanilla?"

He nodded, and Buffy nodded back. "Thank you."

Angelus took the interlude to collect himself and find his voice.

"It’s an honor to serve you. My name is Angelus, house of..."

Buffy but him off. "Please, *please* don’t do the whole shpeal. All I need is the name, and you gave that already." She smiled at him again and he found himself smiling back. "Sit back down?"

Angelus nodded, but waited until she’d gotten comfortable on the couch before actually sitting. Buffy resisted the impulse to roll her eyes. This was the exact reason she’d never told Willow or Xander who/what she was. They acted like normal people around her, instead of always putting her first. It was nice to be always pampered, but it still made her feel weird, and Buffy was always grateful for her normal friends and their attitudes.

"So, you’re here to protect me from Darla. Isn’t it kind of uncomfortable for you to protect someone so she can kill your Sire?"

Angelus raised an eyebrow and Buffy shrugged.

"Sorry, I’m kinda blunt."

"I can see that. Yeah, it’s uncomfortable, but not because I don’t want to protect you. More because I wish she would stop this...whatever it is she thinks she’s doing. She doesn’t even know what she’s rebelling against. The Master Nest had an agenda, had a reason and a plan. He wanted a return to the old ways. While I don’t agree with that, he at least had a reason. He knew what he was doing.

"Darla is just angry that he’s dead. Even when he was alive, she didn’t know what he wanted. She just knew that he was her Sire, so she followed him." Angelus shrugged. "I tend to think a little more than that when I make life, or unlife altering decisions."

Buffy grinned. "Good." She slid closer to him on the couch and leaned her head on his shoulder. Angelus had to force himself to ignore the feeling of her warm weight on him. The reaction he was having from it wouldn’t please her watcher.

She angled her head up to look at him, and he realized that she was being *playful*. She was treating him like a friend, the same as her watcher had.

The Slayer in the Temple of the Slayer, House of the Chosen One, was treating him as an friend. A vampire could get used to this.

"So, I can trust you. Just wanted to make sure."

Angelus smiled. "I figured you would. I also figured it would take a little bit more..."

Giles came in carrying a tray. "We were told to trust you by a half demon who has always proven faithful. There is no real reason to doubt him." He smiled affectionately at Buffy and ruffled her hair, for which he got a mock glare. "She’s just setting her instincts at rest."

Angelus nodded. Buffy stretched up and gave him a peck on the cheek before pulling away and reaching for her tea. Angelus felt a sense of loss as she sat up, but kept his mouth shut. He waited for her to take a sip of her tea before he tasted his.

"Did you say you were going to the Bronze tonight?"

Buffy nodded at her watcher. "Yeah. Although, that depends on whether or not Oz will be on stage?"

Giles nodded back. "He will. Anya will be there as well with Xander. She called to let me know she *had* to...I’m assuming he...convinced her someway. So, I think that Angel will be going with you, and you can continue getting to know each other there?"

Buffy bit her lip against the images that came to mind at that statement, unaware that Angelus was doing the same thing. Giles watched them both and nodded to himself.

This would work out perfectly. And maybe his Slayer would finally stop dating these...common men.

They were starting to grate on his nerves.

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