Riley Went Down

Why? I honestly do not know. Riley's been gone for a good season now, but somehow... I just needed to kill 'em again. And again. And again...

The song "Sally Went Down" is by Matthew Ebel, and so the big birdy-fl00f owns it and the lyrics, ect.

I don't own the characters, either. They belong to Jossie and his evil bergade. (aka Mutant Enemy)

Sunnydale looked the same, he supposed. The streets were dark and the breeze was cool, just as it had been when he'd left. Southern California was an odd place - permanetly stuck in the same temperature range all year round, never dropping below 30 and never leaving the 90's. Riley let one hand go through his long hair, then, picking up his bags, he made his way to Lowell House.

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There was no longer a table, there was no longer a chair, there was part of a sofa which was no longer there. And then Willow looked down. The wiccan turned a very odd shade of red before letting out an almost unhearable 'eep'. Then, just as quickly as she could, she motored herself out of the room, leaving the couple on the floor to their buisiness.

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Riley sighed and dropped his bags on the couch. The room was empty, save the said couch and a single, dusty chair. Not at all like he'd remembered, but it felt... right? No, something was missing. He looked out the window at the houses that spread below in the valley. 'Ah,' he thought, 'that's what.'

Smiling a huge, idiodic smile, he turned on one heel and marched out the door with all the grace he was never the owner of.

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Angel snarled as someone kocked on the door, although he didn't get up to open it. Whoever was dumb enough to interrupt them would get it good. Shaking off his anger, he returned his face to Buffy's neck.

Just as he'd gotten comfortable, the door swung open, revealing a tall man. Both people on the floor gasped, then, pulling on clothes as quickly as (in)humanly possible, they turned to face him.

There stood Riley in all his greasy glory, staring at them with eyes as big as saucers. He sputtered something out, but couldn't seem to form any intellegent words. Instead, he gestured towards Angel and whimpered.

Buffy didn't react at all like he'd anticipated. She stepped into the light and bared her neck to him, almost showing off the newly made bite mark. Behind her, Angel growled proudly, then wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. Riley seemed to shrink visibly. His shoulders sagged and his hair seemed to droop all the more into his face. Then, he turned and ran.

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The tracks stretched for miles leaving Sunnydale, and Riley had every intention of running their entire length. His mind was racing - 'Buffy had gone back to that *thing*. That's why she made me leave, that's why she deserted *me*.'

He stopped suddenly, his legs becomming weak. He'd kill the vampire, that's what he'd do. He'd kill the bastard and-

Riley never heard the train coming. The cow-pusher on the front end struck his back, snapping it clean in two.

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"Pity. I almost tolerated him." Anya screwed up her nose.

"Yeah, that's nice," Xander pulled her away by the shoulders.

"You don't feel sorry, Love?" Angel's arm went around the blonde girl's waist, pulling her close.

Buffy looked at the gore before her, knowing it was Riley but not caring. She instead began to giggle insanely. Angel gave her an odd look, begging an unasked question. She held up one hand, and then softly began to sing, "Riley never saw the train coming when it him 'em in the back..."

FINN.

*ban pun perfectly intended*