"Do you see what I mean Buffy?" Willow asked wide-eyed.

"Well, that was definitely the last thing I would have ever expected happening in this universe", Buffy spoke with no emotion. She made her way to Willows window. She glanced out admiring the beauty that rested outside. Spike was a new man. He had transformed. She spoke as though she were disgusted by this fact, when secretly; she held the same burning desire that Spike had for her. Of course no one could ever know this, no one would ever understand. Angel had her under his wing, providing a blanket of comfort and care. Buffy feared this was the only reason for their affection. She had felt deeply and utterly alone. The cure to such an ache of loneliness was Angel's company. Of course she adored him, she was in love with him, but nothing could compare to what her heart had embraced all these years for Spike. She felt her soul drown with devastation and delight. "When and where did he say he wanted to meet me?" Buffy spoke with a subtle tone.

"The grave yard, midnight." Willow said with a hint of worry in her voice, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, no, - "Buffy began, "It's just, how dare he come back to this town! With the things he's done in our past." She appeared as though it were to be the most horrific, unpleasant, dreadful moment of her life. When it was the one moment she had been wishing and hoping for, for as long as she could remember.

Mist enclosed the cemetery air. The smell of rain made its way up Buffy's nose. She glanced at her wrist; the clock read 11:59. Her thoughts danced around in her head, heart beat with great intensity, eyes glistened with excitement, as she scanned the graveyard. The man she had secretly longed for, had only spoken to in her dreams, would be confronting her tonight. The stimulation she was feeling was unexplainable. She wanted to run into Spikes arms. Tell him everything she had ever felt for him, such sympathy and love. "Buffy", she heard a familiar voice from behind her. Her heart stopped.

"Angel?" Buffy asked stunned. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just thinking about you." He spoke with a warm smile. "Are you alright? You look a bit shook up." Buffy felt her eyeballs get moist. Indeed she was the slayer, tough and strong, but at this moment in time she felt weaker than a limp grasshopper.

"I'm fine; I just needed some time to think about some stuff". She spoke not much louder than a whisper. Angel's expression went cold.

"Buffy, I-"He began, "There's something I need to tell you."

"Okay, can we talk about it later?" Buffy spoke rapidly. "I can come see you tonight."

"Alright," he answered gracefully, "It can wait." Angel exchanged a heart-filled glance as he moved in closer to Buffy. Their lips united with a long secure kiss, a kiss that could have lasted forever. For a moment Buffy had forgotten everything else around her. She had Angel enlaced in her arms. Their kiss altered into something more powerful. Buffy had her fingers tangled in Angel's hair, giving herself to him with breathless gasps. After sharing that dominant moment, they slowly pulled away from one another. Their foreheads rested on each other's as they stood in the dead of the night. The silence was interrupted by a sudden movement coming from the bushes. It sounded as though someone had just left the cemetery.

"What was that?" Buffy asked anxiously.

"Why does it matter?" Angel replied with a smile as he stroked the side of her face with his palm. Buffy immediately pulled herself away from Angel.

"I don't think I will be able to make it tonight," She began with a vacant voice, "I-I'm tired."

"Buffy what's wr-", Angel attempted to ask.

"I have to go", Buffy interrupted. Before Angel had the chance to reply, Buffy dashed for the cemetery gate.