A/N- this is a some-what AU, short, story, that I have created out of sheer boredom. I hope you like and if you would like this story to continue, you must REVIEW!!!! This story takes place in the late 1800s and in London. The pairings mainly consist of B/A…Enjoy!!

Disclaimer- If I owned BTVS or ATS or any of Joss's characters I'd be counting money instead of writing storys. Anyways I own nothing…tear.

Because of Magic

Scene One

This takes place in London.

"What's going on here?" said Angel

"Sir, it appears that we have found another body left by…" the police officer cut off the rest of her sentence; for she knew that no one who spoke his true name lived long.

"Oh I see. Well do we have any witnesses? Anyone who might have saw or heard what happened?" Angel knew that there was something different about this case.

"We have about half of our officers on it right as we speak." This young officer was very attentive to Angel's questions, which made Angel worry because normally they'd have to see a badge before they even let him cross the line.

"Do you know who the victim was? Has anyone contacted his family members?" Angel looked very, very upset, so did the officer.

"Sir, it's a woman. We are still waiting to find out who she is. However, if you would like a look at the body you are very welcome to as long as I can see a badge." The officer now had a menacing smile on like she was daring somebody to do the most despicable thing in the world.

"Finally you ask, I was beginning to think that you were a rookie, and would let anyone who asked questions like that on to the crime scene. By the way here it is." Now Angel had that same look on his face like ha-ha I do have a badge.

As Angel was lead onto the crime scene, he saw splatters of blood everywhere. This didn't look like your everyday murder, this looked like he cut them let them run and then cut them again, until they died of loss of blood.

The man that no one speaks of is the man that has no remorse. No conscious, no anything that could make him care. If anyone ever saw him they would never live to tell the tale. Some people called him Death; others called him Spike because they had seen the victim with railroad spikes in their chest.

As Angel came up to the victim and removed the sheet he saw that there were railroad spikes in her knees. When he looked at her face very closely, because there were little cuts on her face, he realized that he had seen her before. Thinking a hard as he could he just couldn't think of who it was, when all of a sudden it hit him it was Buffy. He had seen her at a funeral for one of his partners that had been shot in the line of duty.

"Officer…" Angel couldn't think of his name after what had just hit him.

"Officer Conrad, Sir." Said the officer proudly

"Thank you. Officer Conrad I know this woman her name is Buffy Summers. I would like you to see that she gets taken to a coroner's office ASAP. Do you understand?" Angel wanted to make sure that he was under stood.

"I am sorry Sir but I have to wait to get orders from my commanding Officer." Now this young officer was asking for trouble. Because if it has any meaning what so ever to Angel it happens.

"You have to wait for orders now do you? Well here's one, get her to a coroner's office NOW!!!" Before Angel even let her think to argue he looked at her and added," I don't think that your commanding officer would be proud to hear that a stupid rookie is trying to argue with ORDERS! Now what do you think??" Angel had this humongous cocky smile on his face, because he knew that Mrs. Conrad, like it or not, would take her there.

At the coroners office Angel made it clear that she was not to be cut anymore, just examined. The coroner said that this body was different from the rest of the victims. She had the spikes through her knees instead of her chest.

"I would like to take her body home with me if that's alright." Angel said expecting no trouble what so ever.

"Sir, I am very sorry but since she was brought in she is now under my care and no one can take her body until the funeral. However, you are welcome to stay until I leave and come back in the morning." This coroner was very polite unlike the officer.

"Oh, please this was my fiancé and I just want to be alone with her for one night. PLEASE!!!!! I swear no one will ever have to know, and I have connections if you need something." Angel was practically begging for her corpse.

"Look………. Wait does anybody else know that you brought her here??? See if they don't know, give me $500 and you can have the corpse." This polite woman had suddenly become money hungry.

Angel dug into his pocket and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills. "Here take it, but if you say anything you will regret it trust me." Angel zipped up the body bag and took off like he was never there.

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