*Here's my latest WIP, let me know what you think, also, I am going to try to get some word done on my other stories-I know, it's been, like, forever since I've updated or written anything new. Anyways, I hope u enjoy, and please, criticism is welcome, too! Oh, btw, I've changed my pen-name (It used to be redefined);)*

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, but the storyline is all mine, baby!

Rating: PG-13ish for now..

Pairings: B/A(us), as for the others.I think it will follow the pairing from the show at the time, W/O, X/C, G/J.

Summary: Takes place shortly after "Passion". Angelus has not killed Jenny yet, and is still tormenting Buffy. What if things went a little differently than they did on the show?!

Part I

It had been a long week. Buffy collapsed on her bed as soon as she got to her bedroom. She felt exhausted. This was possibly the longest, most terrible week of her entire life, and it seemed as if things just kept getting worse. She felt as if her whole world had been picked up and dropped, and she was still falling.. upside down, inside out, twisted around inside and out. Just one week ago things were perfect-or as perfect as life could get being the slayer. She felt like maybe things were gonna be good after all-she had her friends and family supporting her, the slaying wasn't too bad (Giles had said she was still getting stronger), and she had the one thing that seemed to make everything right-her Angel. He had finally confessed to her his feelings, told her that he loved her. For her birthday he had given her a beautiful silver claddagh ring, telling her that he was hers and she was his. That night had been.amazing.

She felt hot tears welling up and was unable to stop them from rolling down her cheeks as she thought again of that night. The night when her whole world seemed to turn an ugly shade of black. She and Angel had made love. It was gentle, sweet, passionate, and wonderful. Buffy had fallen asleep contented and peaceful in the arms of her Angel, but when she woke up, he was gone. Immediately she could sense that something was wrong. The combination of her slayer-senses and her running emotions was overwhelming. So many things were running through her head-Where is he/is he alright/is he hurt/why did he leave/was I not good enough/was he just trying to get me in bed/does he hate me now.. And then, just when she was about to break down, he came back. But he was different. He was cruel, cold, and uncaring. He sneered with amusement as she stood in front of him, weak, scared, vulnerable, and her heart shattering into thousands of tiny fragments.

Hell, she even felt like it was her fault-if not for her then he would still have a soul, right? But he must not have known this would happen, did he? Was he just using her? No. She believed him when he told her that he loved her, because she could see it in his eyes, in his soul.

She had created a monster.

It was her fault that Angelus, the Scourge of Europe had been released upon the world.

She cried herself to sleep, just as she had been doing every night for the past week. No matter what she did, she still couldn't stop thinking about him. Her sweet Angel. Now he only existed for her in her dreams, for she had released the terrible demon that wore her Angel's face. So she dreamt that his arms were around her as she cried, and that he was there to tell her everything was okay, and that he loved her. She let herself fall within the clutches of sleep, and as she drifted into unconsciousness she felt as if her Angel was really there.