Part 1
Angelus watched as she left the school, every night the same thing. Wherever she was , he would watch and wait until she had to leave, and then he would follow, make sure she got home alright. Then he`d stand outside her window until she went to sleep.
She had a hold over him, her soul sang to his demon. The sweetness, innocence, purety. He wanted to wrap her in a ribbon and lock her in his room so no one else could taste that purety but him. He was disgusted with himself, but he couldnt deny the feelings she brought out in him. It scared him right down to his non soul.
<Satan help me, i`m protective of her>
Once again he left to take out his feelings of weekness over the redhead on some poor unsespecting sunnydale citizen. He hated himself for feeling this way, but not her. No, never her, unlike when he had returned and he had wanted revenge for the slayer makeing him feel <eeuukkkk> human, he just needed willow, he just wanted to touch her and taste her and make her his.
That night at the school just after he had come back, he had, had her in his arms and then the damn slayer had come and poked her nose in and he had to give her up. Ever since then he had been obsessed, but not with tortureing or turning her, but protecting her and loveing her. He knew what the watcher would have said "Demons are soulless killers, they cant love", but no that isnt true. Demons when changed, especially vampires retain some of there souls, otherwise they would be emotionless shells. And they weren`t, they hated, loved, loathed, despised, and gained enjoyment. Without at least a little soul that wouldn`t be possible. And the emotions going through him right now were most definatley blazeing. He wanted to protect, love, caress,hold, love and even possess and consume her very being. It was killing him.
Angelus had never felt such things for a human, they were mere food bags to him, but Willow brought the soul in him out and he didnt know how to deal with it, he had cut himself off from his favourite childre, dru and spike, he had started brooding like soul boy. Angelus-half the scourge of Europe had fallen, <And i mean head first> in love with the little readheaded hacker.
He finally gave himself a mental kick in the ass and decided to confront her, he was half way back to the factory when he turned on a dime and stalked back to the Rosenboug house.
<To hell with it,she may hate me, but I have to tell her, i need to see how she feels, if she feels it too.>
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