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Forgotten Memories
Buffy awoke with a start, perspiration dripping from her forehead, gasping for breath.

She had just had a dream.

An *erotic* dream.

Where had it come from? She hadn't even been able to recognize the man that she had been doing those things with.

She didn't even realize that she *knew* how to do those things!

She attempted to recall the images in her mind, but as most dreams do, they were already beginning to fade away.

Little words popped into her head, and she intently focused on what this could've meant. Peanut butter and chocolate.. a table.. red sheets.. and most importantly, a man. She attempted to picture his face, but it proved futile. He was now nothing more than a deep blurry image of nothing.

But she knew that he was handsome. That was one of the first things that came to her mind when thinking of him. And that he was broody - she remembered that you could tell by the intense pools of sorrow and grief in his eyes.

But who was he?

She sighed and threw the bedcovers off, beginning the process of cooling herself down.

Those dreams had aroused her, created a red tinge to her heated skin, and also had given her a throbbing headache.

It seemed important somehow, that she remember what had happened in that dream. But try as she might, she just couldn't.

Groaning in frustration, she jumped out of bed and grabbed her bag, wanting nothing more than to take a nice, *cold* shower.

*
Later that afternoon, as Buffy was readying herself to go to her watcher's house, there was a knock on the door.

Willow, her best friend, gazed up at her from the bed and silently pleaded with her eyes to go and answer it so she wouldn't have to get up.

Shaking her head in amusement, Buffy walked to the door and flung it open.

There stood Riley, grinning like a fool.

Buffy gave him a genuine smile and let him in.

"Hey, Riley." Willow said from the bed.

He briefly turned his head to greet her, and then turned to Buffy. "Hi." He said in a deep voice, attempting to appear masculine and courageous.

Buffy's smile grew wider. "Hi!" She perkily replied.

"Hi." He said again.

Buffy chuckled in amusement. "I think we've established that."

"Right." He sheepishly grinned and dropped his gaze to the side of her neck, where for the first time, he noticed something. "What's that?" He asked, running his fingers over a tiny scar.

Buffy shrugged and went over to the mirror, then gasped in shock at what lay there. "Oh my God!"

"What is it Buffy?" Willow asked, who had watched the exchange with curious eyes.

"I have this.. scar.. or something. It looks like.."

"Vampire." Riley confirmed.

"But it can't be! I've never been bitten by a vampire in my life!"

Willow's eyes widened to inperceptible amounts and she shot up from her bed and uncertainly edged her way to her best friend.

"This is impossible." The slayer muttered.

Her best friend grabbed her arm, practically dragging her over to the door. "She'll call you!" She shouted. "We have to go right now!"

As they eased their way out of the dorm, leaving Riley in growing confusion, Willow searched around for eavesdroppers and then turned to look at Buffy.

"Wow. You're a good actress. It seemed like you didn't even know where the star came from!" She marveled.

Buffy turned to her with both a surprised and worried look. "Will, I don't!"

"What?" She nervously asked.

"I don't know where the scar came from."

Willow's eyes gleamed in horror and fright. "No, that can't be right. Angel gave you that scar!"

Buffy gave her a worried look. "I doubt it, Willow. If angels are real, I really doubt that they'd give me a scar!"

The hacker's eyes got even bigger than they already were, and she quickly grabbed Buffy's arm and charged for Rupert Giles' house.

*
"Now, you say that Buffy has no memory of this incident?" The watcher was ever so slowly pacing in front of the two of them, annoying Buffy to no end.

But Willow didn't seem to notice it. "I'm saying that she has no memory of Angel at all!"

Xander, who was busy alphabetically organizing the watcher's old musty tomes inside a rather large bookcase, shrugged. "I don't see what the big deal is. It's probably better that she forget Dead-Boy."

Giles shook his head at that. "No, it's not Xander. It's very dangerous for something like this to happen. What if Angel has to come and help us with a prophecy, and he is the only one who knows how to stop an impending apocolypse, but Buffy finds out he is a vampire and stakes him?"

"Then all would be right with the world." Spike commented as he entered the room with a coffee cup full to the rim with blood. "I say, good riddance to the poof if Buffy stakes him."

Giles audibly sighed and wearily rubbed his eyes. "I know you dislike him, but let's be rational. Buffy doesn't know Angel anymore and-"

"And that's a good thing." Spike finished. At his and Willow's incredulous look, he rolled his eyes skyward. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Buffy was an emotional wreck only a day ago, but now she's not hurting anymore and it's all because she doesn't remember Angel."

"No, that's not true!" Xander protested. "She was moving on!"

"Actually, no she wasn't." Willow thoughtfully said. "She was going to break up with Riley the next day, so-"

"HELLO?!" Everyone turned in surprise to face the very engraged slayer. "I don't appreciate being talked over as if I'm not even here!"

"But Buffy-"

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to leave so that you can instead talk about me behind my back instead of talking over me!"

With that, she abruptly stood up from her seat and rushed out the door and into the darkening sky.

She hadn't realized how long she had been there, but apparently it had been at least a couple of hours. The sun was already ending it's skyward path across the sky and slowly falling into nothingness.

She hastily began her retreat back to her home, to the familiarity of her room and the warmth coziness that she felt there.

Back inside the house, the Slayerettes were already beginning their research for this strange occurance.

And Rupert Giles was making the phone call that would hopefully help in restoring Buffy's memory.

"Angel? It's Giles. Buffy's.. well, she's in trouble."