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5 Times Evil Flirted with Good

Summary:

Angelus found more interesting ways to bother Buffy.

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1. A Joke from the Grave

The cemetery smelled of wet earth and recent death. Buffy staked the rookie vampire with an ash stake, easily dodging his clumsy lunges.

Just as the dust settled, slow, sarcastic applause echoed from the shadow of a mausoleum.

"An eight. I'd give it an eight, Slayer. The pirouette was elegant, but the bored look on your face took away from the drama." Angelus emerged, sporting his usual leather jacket and a smile that promised equal parts mischief and pain.

"Boredom? That's what you provoke in me. Are you going to do something, or just criticize my technique from the shadows like a macabre groupie?" Buffy shrugged, her expression turning serious as she adopted a combat stance. "Do you know the whole stalker thing is getting repetitive and boring?"

"Relax, Cinderella. I just came to give this back." With a theatrical flourish, Angelus pulled a small pearl earring from his pocket—one that Buffy thought she had lost hours earlier on patrol. "You dropped it. I thought you'd want to have the complete set for your date with the mandolin boy..."

Buffy froze. He had been close enough to steal it... or to see something more.

Angelus moved closer, completely ignoring her guard, and placed the earring in her open hand. His fingers, cold as marble, deliberately brushed her palm, making her shiver.

"Be careful out there, Buff. There are bad guys on the loose." His breath brushed her ear before he vanished into the night, leaving Buffy with a racing heart from something that wasn't, entirely, anger.

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      ✓ 2. The Date Before the Date

Willow had been captured by a clan of vampires who worshiped an ancient demon. She was tied to an altar, part of a ritual that required "the blood of the purest maiden."

This revelation made Willow blush, even in her state of panic.

Buffy burst in, ready for battle, but stopped dead in her tracks. Angelus was already there. He wasn't fighting; he was negotiating.

“...and I assure you,” he said in a reasonable, almost bored voice, “that the blood of that redhead isn't going to bring back your decrepit master. The most you'll get is a sugar rush and a minor acne curse.”

The vampire leader growled. "Angelus! This is none of your business."

"But it is! You see, the Slayer and I have a... date pending." His malicious smile died and turned menacing. "And if you get in the way trying to save your little friend, she's going to get into a terrible mood."

The vampires, Willow, and Buffy herself all winced.

"And I'm the one who has to put up with the Slayer's mood swings." Angelus sighed, as if he were very tired of having to explain everything. "So I'll give you two options: let her go and run, or I'll show you why they call me the Scourge of Europe."

The vampires, intimidated by his reputation, hesitated. "Angelus... this isn't over."

"Get out of here or you'll be the one to put me in a bad mood!" Angelus warned them, his eyes glowing gold. He also growled like a lion, and they all ran.

That was the opening Buffy needed. She pounced. With punches and kicks, she managed to take out most of them.

Afterward, with Willow safe, Buffy confronted him. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I told you. It's my turn." He leaned in and ran a finger across a smear of blood on her cheek. "And I like my hunt... without distractions. I'll see you on the concrete, darling. Since you're all warmed up, we'll go for swords; I've always wanted to teach you a couple of moves."

Buffy blushed, and he gave a wicked smirk. "Hmm, looks like someone's a very bad girl..." He tilted his head back toward the moon. For a moment, Buffy thought she'd hear him howl at the moon or something. "Hmm, can't wait."