Disclaimers : Screw this, if I owned them I would'nt have to type them out in a fanfic. Do the math.
Authors Notes : This fic is just... strange. I know. But please feel free to tell me at ! This is my first fic in a long while so i just thought id get back on the fanfic bandwagon. Enjoy!
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"Hello lover."

My spine went stiff, my throat dry. Fear crept into my body as my muscles became rigid. "No..." My mind whispered. I felt like crying, I felt like running, screaming, dying... Everything at once. HE was back, just like I fear he'd be. Somehow he lost his soul, Angel was gone... Oh, Angel, how short a time we had together...

I had to fight. I had to face the demon once and for all..

Slowly, I reached into the inside of my jacket. With nimble fingers and all the sadness in the world, I clutched the hard wood I was searching for. Clasping my hand around it, I brought it out into the night air. Bringing forth all the Slayer stealth and calm I could muster, I slid it into the underside of my sleeve.

The time was now.

I turned around slowly, readying myself for the task. We stood face to face and I didn't speak. If this was going to happen, I would have the element of surprise.

"Hello," I said tightly, looking at the ground. Pointedly, my eyes raised to meet his. I gave the demon before me a hard look.

"What, honey?" He said curiously, turning his back to me as he took off his long leather duster. "How was your day? Did Giles find a new prophesy or something?"

My mind raced. What was going on? Why wasn't he fighting?

At my silence, he continued to speak.

"Gee, you really are mad aren't you? There there, baby, let your lover make it all better..."

Now I was sure of it. The Angel I knew was gone, and Angelus was back. How could I let the demon fool me again? "Lover", "Baby", how dumb did he think I was? My Angel, the real Angel would never speak to me like that.

All he was doing was playing tricks with my mind. Damn, Angelus. Damn him to hell.

I gripped my stake with a new resolve, smirking slightly. Whatever games he was playing, I was ready to take him down. Hell would come.

"Baby, what's wrong? I hope I didn't do anything to upset you. Oh, Baby, do you need a back rub? I could cook for you, baby... Or maybe you need your lover to make all you forget all your troubles tonight..."

He turned his back to me again, this time facing the mirror on our dresser. Slowly, I took the stake from my sleeve and drew it up. I walked carefully behind him and in a moment of courage, I lunged to him, pointing the wood to his unbeating heart.

He lunged to the left, averting the stake. Angelus fell to the floor face first, the turned around on his back.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing, Buffy? Are you CRAZY?" He shouted in complete and total shock.

"What do you think I'm doing, you sick bastard," I yelled back with a fury, "This is the end of the road Angelus, you're going down. No more bullshit!" With that, I made my strike again, making a fist with my free hand and flinging it to his shoulder.

Almost.

He gripped my fist, spun me around and twisted my arm behind my back.

"What bullshit? What the hell are you talking about Buffy! I'm not Angelus!?!?" He screamed, pushing me away and snatching the stake from my hand. "What the FUCK is wrong with you!?!?"

"B-B-But...." I stammered. Was this another trick? I tried to explain, "Y-You, s-said "l-lover"...y-you never.... I-I thought Angelus...." Was all my mind could form.

"Oh, that," the man before me said in a mix between amusement and relief. He walked over to me and took me in his arms, as I was still... Weirded out. "Baby, that's what's been bothering you?"

I leapt out of his comforting embrace in an instant.

"I'm NOT Angelus!! Why won't you believe me?"

"Angel would never talk like that? Who do you think you're fooling you sick fuck, I'll teach you to mess with my mind again!!"

"I'm not Angelus! I swear!" He defended.

"Then why the 'Baby' and 'Lover'? Did the late spirit of Solomon Burke come and posses you? Cut the crap, Angelus, I know its you!"

I twirled around, expertly kicking the my stake out of his hand. It flew into the air and I caught it within seconds, drawing the weapon again. I punched him in the face once for good measure, and aimed it to his chest.

"MELROSE PLACE!" he yelled before I could strike the final blow.

Centimeters from his heart, I stopped. What was that?

"What was that?" I asked aloud.

"Melrose Place," he stammered, his gaze focused in fear of my stake. "I-I've been watching Melrose Place reruns, Buffy! The guys say it there all the time I swear I'm not Angelus I swear to you now please put the stake down!"

I was enraged. He knew how I felt about that show!

I threw my stake to the other side of the room, however. He didn't deserve to die, just be punished. I feigned relief, then, when he wasn't looking, I kicked him just like I did on my 17th birthday.

Hard.

He fell to his knees, the only audible sounds he made were, "B-B-B Buffy..."

Satisfied, I spun around on my heels and strolled to the shower, leaving my pained Angel groaning on his knees.

That should teach him not to watch Melrose Place.

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