Im sorry I haven't had time to post chapters like I have wanted to. I'm gonna make more of an attempt to try to update my stories, but with school being as hectic as it is right now I'm not making any promises. Please do not flame me for not posting that quickly. I'll try when I can. If you still wanna read my stories then that's fine but don't expect a new chapter every week, b/c I just can't make that promise.

And a note, just in case you forgot, the sun wouldn't be up b/c even if Angelus kills the beast, the spell is still in work. To lazy to explain why, but it makes the story easier.

Please review. b/c you know that's what keeps me writing in the little bit of free time I have.

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Buffy rolled over the next morning, her bruised and sore body aching its protest. She was alone and naked in the silk covered bed. A distant memory drifted through her aching head of the first time her and Angel had made love and she had awoken by herself. Then realization hit in that even though it was a similar situation Angel wasn't here, she was dealing with Angelus now.

Pushing herself up, she moved to get out of the bed. Grabbing a robe that was already laid out by the bed she stumbled into the bathroom. She wanted to get a shower to wash away her sorrows. The bathroom held an elaborate bath tub that looked like a hot tub. Side stepping the luxury she moved on to the more plainer shower. Turning on the faucet and stepping into the steamy shower she let the water cascade down her body as she began to ponder the predicament she was in.

Throughout all the other serious situations she had been in before she had always had her almost super human strength that was the gift of the slayers; but she no longer possessed these qualities, which was why she never truly had fear before. This time it seemed like she had no hope. She then began to think of the reason she was stuck in the situation she was in. Even though she hated the life she would be leading, in the end it was worth saving the people that had become her family.

Stepping out of the shower she began to towel herself off with the luxurious black Egyptian towels that were hung by the shower. Stepping out of the shower she walked over to the mirror and really looked at herself in the mirror.

Purple and blue were already forming on her pale skin where bruises had been created from the night before. Her face was rigid and pale, holding a sorrowful expression she could never remember before. The long blonde hair, that was usually so silky seemed limp as water droplets dripped from the tips. Anger began to set in as Buffy continued to stare at the reflection that looked back at her.

She quickly began opening the drawers in a frantic search for something that even she did not know what. Finally her eyes settled on something that could work from her hungry search. Taking the silver scissors she grabbed her hair that reached down the middle of her back. Grabbing a handful of her hair she began to cut it. The new length would be around her shoulders, as the cut pieces fell on the floor around her. A couple pieces stuck to her damp back. Grabbing the black towel again she dipped her head and shook her head, rumpling the towel through her hair, picking up the excess hair that was still stuck in her hair.

Leaving the mess on the bathroom floor for Angelus's minions to clean up she walked back into the bedroom. Entering the spacious bedroom she walked over to the bed that was already re-made into a tidy order. Laying on the bed was a black gown. Someone must have came into the room while she was getting her shower. Movement in the living area that was in the room connecting to the bedroom caught her eye.

Turning Buffy watched as Fred entered the room. Her long, wavy brown hair was pulled into a pony tail and she was wearing black leather pants with a red sweater. "Hi.. Buffy," came Fred's familiar voice, in the timid nature that it always was, but Buffy could tell from the gleam that now lurked in Fred's eyes that she had been turned.

"Hello Fred, I see Angelus got to you," Buffy retorted turning her back to Fred as she walked over to the bed to get dressed. She could not hide the remorse that had crept into her voice.

"Angelus told me to come see you. I'm suppose to help you with anything you need now. He figured that I'ld should be the one because you know me, plus I'm one of his most trusted of the group now." Fred replied back. Crossing the room with grace.

"I hope you don't mind that outfit. I was suppose to pick out a good dress for you, for when Angelus has you come back and talk to you." she stated as she made a gesture at the dress that Buffy was slipping on. Fred moved over to help Buffy zip up the back of it.

"Its fine Fred, thanks," retorted Buffy.

"Jeez Buffy, you really did a hack job on your hair didn't you," Fred commented as she touched Buffy's uneven hair. "Hmm.. maybe I can even it up a little bit for you. I've never cut hair before though..."

"That's fine Fred, you can do that. I don't really care." Buffy replied listlessly as she walked over to the vanity and Fred retreated into the bathroom to retrieve the scissors."What exactly happened here in LA Fred? I mean I know you've turned and all I'ld just like to know what's going on."

Fred came back into the room and stood behind Buffy as she grabbed the comb on the vanity and began to comb out the tangled hair. "Well you already know what happened with the beast. I saw on the camera for the dungeon that Wesley told you some part of it."

As she continued to detangle the hair and make snipping noises with the scissors to even up the hair, she continued to explain what happened. "Conner's gone, Angelus got rid of him, I think it was mainly just another way to get back at Angel though personally. Right now Angelus has basically set up a kind of court here in LA of vampires. The more respected vampires, like myself and a few others live here in the hotel and stay in the inner circle. The inner circle being mainly parties and political. The nastier vampires are just the minions that live in the city and plunder."

"There you're hair looks somewhat better. Although it probably would of been a lot better if you would of went to a normal hairdresser." Fred modestly spoke as she lay down the comb and took the scissors back into the bathroom. Upon re-entering the room Fred walked over to Buffy and started applying makeup.

"I hope you don't mind, but I know Angel would pry like some color on you instead of paleness. Seeing how you're the only one capable in this hotel of actually having a little color." Fred stated as she put on the light makeup.

Buffy didn't reply back, but let Fred do her work. She truly didn't mind, although she hated the idea that all this effort was going to be for someone she truly despised. Within minutes Fred stated that she was done and with a spritz of Victoria's Secrets Heavenly she declared that she was done with Buffy.

"Fred, where did all this makeup and clothes come from. I mean Angel isn't the type to usually wear gowns and Maybelline?" questioned Buffy.

"He went out and bought all this when he started to plot on bringing you back here." replied Fred quickly, not really wanting to reply at all. "Let's take you down to meet Angelus now, the maids can clean up the mess. Plus he's pry been waiting, and he hates to wait, but you know that."

The two left the room. Buffy following Fred out into the exquisitely redone hallways. Buffy was not looking forward to this meeting.