All Right, this the very last sequel for Tiger Eyes.  Just thought someone would like a little closure.  And for sake of simplicity, assume that Angel came back in Third Season, just like in the show.

       Buffy held her toy umbrella, wiping away a few stray tears, still touched by the gesture of the 1999 Senior Class of Sunnydale High School.

       I wondering how many other schools are celebrating low mortality rates?  She thought amusedly, I'm going to miss this.

       Well, not really...but she could pretend.  No more teachers, no more books, no more Snyder's dirty looks, she caught that one when she accepted her award.  What a bastard.  How come he couldn't have been eaten by psycho hyena possessed teenagers?

       She felt a small pang of regret.  She always did when she remembered the people she couldn't save.  

       Jesse, Miss Calender, Kendra...Faith...

       Buffy winced.  She really hated thinking about the wayward Slayer.  She kept hoping that she would come to her senses soon.  Before someone else could get hurt.

       Buffy sighed deeply as everyone began to dance, shaking her head slightly.  He had made it really clear he wasn't coming, but she kept hoping...

       "Dance?"

       Buffy turned in surprise, her face lighting up, "Angel!  You came!"  

       The dark-haired vampire shrugged almost in embarresement, his tux not really well-fitted.  Obviously, he had gotten it at the last minute.  He took her hand and placed his other one on her lower back, pulling her close.

       Buffy smiled as she laid her head against his chest, moving with the slow music, "You're still leaving, right?  After graduation?"

       Angel sighed, "You know I really don't want too...because of..."

       "Shh..." she shook her head, "Forget it.  I can take care of myself, and you know it."

       "I worry about you, Buffy...I love you, you know that right?  Even after all..."

       "Angel...I know you love me," Buffy sighed, looking up at him as she pulled away a little, "And I love you.  More then anything in the world.  You will always be special to me..."

       "But...you're in love with him." Angel pulled away, looking at a point  past her shoulder.

       "Mind if I cut in?"

       Buffy's face bloomed in a radiant smile as she turned, and Angel sighed, letting go of her very relunctantly.  

       Spike grinned at her, looking embaressed, "I hate this..."

       "I know," she smiled as he pulled her close, her body molding perfectly against his.  

       "You owe me...big time."

       "I know," Buffy looked up into his face, her hand reaching up to trace the lingering scars marring his once perfect features, thinking he never looked more beautiful.  "I thought you didn't want to come."

       Spike glanced around, biting the inside of his cheeks when he saw the looks he was getting, well aware of his scarred appearence, "I know this was important to you," he muttered in a low voice, turning his eyes back to the one of a few people who could look at him without a slight feeling revulsion, then grinned.  "Besides, didn't want Peaches thinking he looked better in a tux then me."

       She laughed softly, pillowing her head against his chest as he held her close, his eyes closing as he breathed her scent deeply.  "That, and Harris told me you girls are more likely to give it up on Prom nights."

       Buffy slapped his chest lightly, rolling her eyes, "As if.  I very much intend to protect my chastity to the death," she teased, and Spike arched an eyebrow.

       "Like you did outside that tiger cage?"  He purred softly, "And in the hospital...and in the graveyard...the mansion...my apartment, your room, the library, the graveyard again, the Watcher's shower, the bathroom in the Bronze..."

       "Are you finished?"  Buffy glared at him, and he chuckled, "Not even, Slayer...not even," he grinned as he lifted Buffy up into his arms, "I'm thinking Snyder's desk needs  a little Christening..."

       "Spike!" She squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining together intimately, "You are so bad..."

       "Well...you don't love me because of my dashing good looks, now do you?"  He asked, and Buffy kissed him again as they waded through the crowd.

       "I think you're beautiful...and I do love you because of everything you are..."

       "Does that mean you're going to leave my clothes alone?"  He asked hopefully, but Buffy shook his head, dashing his hopes, "Damn..." he sighed, nuzzling his nose against her warm cheek, listening to her heart beat rapidly, "I love you, Slayer..."

       Buffy smiled, tightening her grip on him, "Snyder's desk?  Sounds kinky."

-End of Series-

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