Winner and Still Champ

Author: Nitrowugs

Rating: PG-13 (I'm not sure.)

Pairings: B/Aus

Feedback: Please. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with BtVS. (Characters, plots, and dialogue from the show are borrowed with no infringement intent whatsoever.)

Distribution: Please ask and let me know where it's going.

Written: 02/27/2009

Summary: Angelus isn't as tough as he thinks he is.

This story is strictly AU.

Buffy is dancing without a partner in the middle of the Bronze. Angelus is standing in the shadows, watching.

He thinks to himself, "She knows that I'm here. She thinks that she can tempt me. Well she can't. This isn't that weakling soul that she's dealing with. This is Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, the baddest vampire on this planet and this little slip of a girl has no hold over me."

He sighs. "Damn she's hot. Oh man the things I could do to that body. No, no." He runs his hand through his hair. "That's the soul talking; that's not me, that can't be me."

He loses it when he sees a teenager approach Buffy. Without realizing it Angelus finds himself standing in front of her; he sends a menacing glare at the guy approaching her. The guy stops in his tracks, turns and makes a hasty retreat.

Buffy still does not acknowledge that he is there.

"All right you win," he says in defeat.

She does not reply.

"All right I admit it; I can't stand the idea of some guy being near you, let alone touching you."

She still does not reply.

"I love you, Buffy."

Buffy smiles, puts her arms around his neck and kisses him on the chin.

Angelus closes his eyes. "Aw damn, that's it; the Scourge of Europe is whipped - by a seventeen year old girl."

Buffy smiles and says, "You'd better believe it."