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Buffy swallowed hard, her mouth completely dry. Shock, amazement and far too much fear threatened to overwhelm her. She could only stare in shock at the face of her lover. Except, it wasn’t Angel’s smiling eyes that she was drowning in. It was the cold darker eyes of Angelus, the eyes that had terrified her for months on end.

Voldemort opened the door and left, having given strict instructions to Angelus about how the girl should be treated. Angelus knew without a doubt that he would be staked if he even made a single scratch on the young girl.

The vampire swung his eyes to the door and watched as it closed. He turned back to Buffy, his eyes immediately losing their coldness as fire and warmth springing into them once more.

“Buffy!” he cried softly, throwing himself at her, embracing her small figure to his body, clinging to her tightly.

Buffy, shocked at first, eventually pulled herself together enough to respond to the hug. Her heart rate finally regulated itself. She’d seen the change in his eyes, and no matter how many times Angelus had tried to trick her into believing that he was Angel, it had never worked.

But Buffy would have recognised Angel’s eyes anywhere. The man she was hugging was not Angelus.

“Angel!”

Angel pulled back and held her at arm’s length, his eyes sweeping over her hungrily.

“My god, are you alright? He hasn’t hurt you has he?” he asked quickly.

Buffy’s mind was spinning. How the hell was this possible?! The last time she had seen Angel had been…

“Close your eyes…”

“How…how is this possible?” Buffy whispered, tears finally welling in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks.

“Your father is a powerful man,” Angel replied, his voice equally as soft.

“But I…” Killed you…

Angel hugged her again tightly, stroking her hair. “I know, shhh. It’s alright. I’m here now. You’ll be okay.”

Buffy clung to him, suddenly forgetting that she was trapped who knew where with her evil dark lord of a father. She forgot that she was a sixteen-year-old witch who was already torn between two other boys. She would have forgotten her own name if Angel hadn’t whispered it reverently, kissing the top of her head.

She pulled back reluctantly and tilted her face to look at him. He was still as beautiful as ever.

“Why does he think you’re…you know?” Buffy whispered, knowing that someone could have been listening to them.

Angel grimaced. “You remember how he said that one of his loyal subjects told him that I was the thing you wanted most?”

Buffy nodded, suddenly wondering who exactly had known about she and Angel. She hadn’t told anyone at Hogwarts about her first love.

“It was Spike. Spike works for Voldemort.”

“What?!” she asked, her voice a harsh whisper. “I knew I should have staked that asshole.”

“Shhh!” he hushed her, placing a finger to her lips. “He may very well have just saved you. Not on purpose of course. Spike telling him to ‘give’ me to you has backfired badly. Voldemort thinks that I’m on his side. He doesn’t even know about the fact that I had a soul. Spike seems to have conveniently forgotten to tell him that.”

“Does Spike know you’ve still got a soul?” Buffy asked.

Angel shook his head. “If Spike knew that I wasn’t Angelus, I would have been staked the moment your father summoned me.”

“How did he get you out?” Buffy asked, her voice suddenly even smaller, now containing fear and guilt.

Angel pulled her towards him again, his eyes welling with tears, not for himself, but for the only girl he’d ever loved. He didn’t know how she could have made the choice she did. He knew he wouldn’t have had the strength to kill someone that he loved. It only made him love her all the more.

“He has a lot of power, in this realm and in others. It’s not just this plain that is fearful of him,” Angel said.

Buffy nodded. She knew that that was probably the only explanation she would get about it. She didn’t know how he could even look at her let alone hold her.

“Do you hate me?” she whispered, her voice muffled as she buried her face in his shirt.

“No! God no, Buffy. I love you. I love you so much, I always have. I always will. You did what you had to do, and I am so proud of you,” he whispered.

Tears spilled down Buffy’s cheeks, soaking the silken shirt that Angel wore. He just held her tightly, rocking them gently, trying to get her to calm down.

“We have to get you out of here Buffy,” Angel whispered when Buffy had finally calmed down. “But I don’t know how to do that.”

Buffy pulled back and looked at him curiously.

“Does he trust you?” she asked.

Angel thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “Not enough that we’d be let outside without an escort.”

Buffy sighed and closed her eyes, trying to think of a way to get out. They couldn’t disapparate, that was for sure. Something clicked in her mind.

“What about Spike?” she asked suddenly.

“What about him?”

“Voldemort trusts Spike right?” Buffy asked.

Angel thought for a moment and nodded. Spike’s information about Buffy had been pivotal to Voldemort and Spike was now considered an honoured member of Voldemort’s inner-circle.

“What if Spike was our escort?” Buffy asked.

Angel again took a moment to think about her suggestion.

“That might just work,” Angel said. “He’s been obsessed with you since the moment he first saw you in Sunnydale. And I don’t just mean in the way that you’re a Slayer and he wanted to kill you. He was infatuated by you. If we can convince him that Angelus would be willing to share, he would jump at the opportunity.”

Buffy scrunched up her nose at the notion of being shared, but didn’t say anything. She knew that Angel wouldn’t let her get hurt in any way shape or form.

“You’d probably need to convince Voldemort that you were willing to take up your seat beside him,” Angel said.

Buffy stopped at that. She didn’t think she’d be able to do it, even if she didn’t mean it. Sitting beside him was just too wrong.

“I don’t know if I could,” Buffy whispered.

Angel nodded, having already known that that would have been her answer.

“We’ll try to work around that for now,” Angel said. “But if worse comes to worst…do you think you could?”

Buffy hesitated and closed her eyes before eventually nodding slowly, feeling as though she had just sold her soul to the devil. Angel just hugged her again, kissing her forehead, wondering how it was possible that the girl he had loved so dearly had been wrapped up in all this mess.

He hadn’t known that she wasn’t the Slayer. In fact, he’d been told that she was one. He’d been drawn to her from the very first, when he’d seen her on the steps of her old high school in LA, on the day that she’d been ‘Called’. Whistler had shown Buffy to Angel in hopes of stirring something within the vampire that Angel had previously thought was completely gone.

Love. Hope. Warmth.

And so it began that Angel went through a transformation from a rat-eating pathetic vampire, to a leather-clad warrior of light. Just from seeing one young girl who, Angel now knew, hadn’t even been a teenager. She’d been barely twelve years old when Angel had fallen in love with her from his first glimpse of the girl.

Buffy just sighed and clung to the man that she had desperately loved, wondering how she was going to get out of this mess, and what the outcome of all of it would eventually be.

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