Blast from the Past by Leni

Anya is glad that Angel only saw her once in this lifetime, in a half-dark ambience and with so many thoughts in his head that Xander's girlfriend didn't really count.

She remembered him from some decades ago, how to forget that puppy-eyed face?

It had been a day of work like any other, with her working on some posh lady who had been abandoned by her most recent lover. The fact that said lover had run off with the love of his life was of no importance, of course, Anya had only wanted those two little words.

That was when the stupid whelp of a dog had run off. Next thing she knew a souled vampire had rescued the thing from certain death. And that wasn't all, that 'selfless act' had restored the woman's faith in men, go figure.

Later she'd gone face him, ask him why he went around meddling in others' business, couldn't he have eaten the damned dog and be done with it? That was when she had realised who she was talking to.

Yes, Angelus was only a mere half-breed, and a faulty one at that. But he was pretty, confused and lost. Did she mention pretty? She was only female and very pissed off, could anyone really blame her for what happened next?

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