Author Peter
Setting Sunnydale; way back when in S2, just after the scoobies have
destroyed the Judge. Things turn out a bit differently after that.
Disclaimer, Buffy, Angelus, et al are the property of Mutant Enemy, Joss
Whedon, Fox etc.
Spike sneered. "So, that was the Judge. Very effective I don't think."
In the corner Dru huddled, weeping, Miss Edith held close to her. Angelus
paced back and forth. "That damn schoolgirl, whole damned lot of them".
"Well, piece of advice me old mate" Spike sneering again. "We have problems,
we kill them. Simple, direct and effective." Dru looked up, "Yes, kill them"
a strange light in her eyes. Then she giggled.
"NO" Angelus roared, "Killing her is not enough. She has to suffer" then
he paused. "Yes, suffer and I know just how" he smiled. Again in the corner,
another giggle from Dru, "yes, Miss Edith, daddy has a plan" As Angelus
left, he called back, "just wait, I'll have that Slayer broken and bound.
Before I kill her."
Willow opened the door. Odd, she thought, no lights. Mom and dad should
be home by now. Then she heard the sounds, faint, muffled cries. From the
main room. She gently pushed open the door then was harshly pulled in. The
light went on. Her parents lay on the floor, bound and gagged, signs of a
short violent struggle all around. Her captor spoke. "Hi Will" Ohmigod no,
her mind screamed, "A...a..ngel" she stammered. "In the flesh" he replied.
"You and I had some unfinished business." He bent to her neck and, ignoring
her struggles, slowly bit into her. Her parents pushed against their bonds
but failing could only watch as Willow slowly sagged as Angel drained her.
Then, in more horror, as Angel presented his wrist and forced her to bite.
As she finally fell, he pushed her away. "Mmmmm, young and fresh, just how I
like it" He glanced at his watch. Eight o' clock, the night was yet young.
He looked across at the disbelieving Rosenbergs; "I'll be back. Wouldn't
want to miss the next bit."
He loved Sunnydale. Such a nice trusting town. A knock on the door,
ask to use the phone and presto, access all areas. Remove the Slayer and
this could be a hell on earth. Perfect. So, one down, who next. No contest
really. The idiot boy. With the oh so toothsome Cordelia. Bit of help from
the soon to be resurrected Willow then begin to tighten the net.
He returned to the Rosenbergs. They were just as he had left them.
Except for the tearstains on Sheila's face. They thought he was a madman
who had killed their daughter. Time to show them that she wasn't as dead as
they thought. Before killing them, no sense in separating business from
pleasure. Just one precaution. The neighbour. He knocked on the door.
Waited, it was early after all. The door opened to a continuous grumble.
"Sorry, to bother you so early, but I've had a message from the Rosenbergs.
They have been called away, emergency. You'll let people know, thank you,
you are most kind." The door slammed. Still, that would keep anyone from
nosing around.
Back to the house. "Wake up sleepyhead" he pushed at the faintly
stirring Willow. "Ohhhh, tired" While this was happening, Angelus gently
loosed Sheila's gag. "Baby" she cried, with more emotion in her voice than
she had used for years, "you're alive" Angelus laughed. "Not exactly" he
told her. "Hungry" the arisen Willow complained. She looked across at
Angelus who grinned. "Go ahead" She turned to face her mother, "Hungry" then
face changing she buried herself into her mother's neck. Angelus watched.
"Works up an appetite" he said casually, gently opening Ira Rosenberg's
shirt. "And it so rude to eat alone...." Soon the screams and whimpers
subsided to a few small slurping sounds.
Buffy entered the Library. "Hi Giles, anything on the evil fighting
front, 'cos I fancy a quiet weekend in. Just me, Will, chocolate and lots of
girly movies" He didn't answer. "Giles? " she tapped him. "Oh, sorry,
Buffy, miles away" She frowned, "Miss Calendar? " he flushed. "Yes, no, I
mean.." to save him flustering, she stopped him. "Look, I'll have a word.
Let her know that you... well... miss her. Just don't invite me to the
wedding" He smiled. "You will, thank you, Buffy" then "Wedding ??" Buffy
laughed. "Teasing, okay"
"Hi guys" Xander breezed in with a smile. "Friday and only a day of
school to spoil the day" He paused. "Oh, Buffy, a message from Willow She
phoned me bright and early. She's going to have to bail on you tonight.
Family emergency. Swung by her place, it's all locked and neighbour told me
the same." Buffy pouted. "So it's all alone weekend for Buffy. Well, at
least it's all quiet on the Sunnydale front."
Setting Sunnydale; way back when in S2, just after the scoobies have
destroyed the Judge. Things turn out a bit differently after that.
Disclaimer, Buffy, Angelus, et al are the property of Mutant Enemy, Joss
Whedon, Fox etc.
Spike sneered. "So, that was the Judge. Very effective I don't think."
In the corner Dru huddled, weeping, Miss Edith held close to her. Angelus
paced back and forth. "That damn schoolgirl, whole damned lot of them".
"Well, piece of advice me old mate" Spike sneering again. "We have problems,
we kill them. Simple, direct and effective." Dru looked up, "Yes, kill them"
a strange light in her eyes. Then she giggled.
"NO" Angelus roared, "Killing her is not enough. She has to suffer" then
he paused. "Yes, suffer and I know just how" he smiled. Again in the corner,
another giggle from Dru, "yes, Miss Edith, daddy has a plan" As Angelus
left, he called back, "just wait, I'll have that Slayer broken and bound.
Before I kill her."
Willow opened the door. Odd, she thought, no lights. Mom and dad should
be home by now. Then she heard the sounds, faint, muffled cries. From the
main room. She gently pushed open the door then was harshly pulled in. The
light went on. Her parents lay on the floor, bound and gagged, signs of a
short violent struggle all around. Her captor spoke. "Hi Will" Ohmigod no,
her mind screamed, "A...a..ngel" she stammered. "In the flesh" he replied.
"You and I had some unfinished business." He bent to her neck and, ignoring
her struggles, slowly bit into her. Her parents pushed against their bonds
but failing could only watch as Willow slowly sagged as Angel drained her.
Then, in more horror, as Angel presented his wrist and forced her to bite.
As she finally fell, he pushed her away. "Mmmmm, young and fresh, just how I
like it" He glanced at his watch. Eight o' clock, the night was yet young.
He looked across at the disbelieving Rosenbergs; "I'll be back. Wouldn't
want to miss the next bit."
He loved Sunnydale. Such a nice trusting town. A knock on the door,
ask to use the phone and presto, access all areas. Remove the Slayer and
this could be a hell on earth. Perfect. So, one down, who next. No contest
really. The idiot boy. With the oh so toothsome Cordelia. Bit of help from
the soon to be resurrected Willow then begin to tighten the net.
He returned to the Rosenbergs. They were just as he had left them.
Except for the tearstains on Sheila's face. They thought he was a madman
who had killed their daughter. Time to show them that she wasn't as dead as
they thought. Before killing them, no sense in separating business from
pleasure. Just one precaution. The neighbour. He knocked on the door.
Waited, it was early after all. The door opened to a continuous grumble.
"Sorry, to bother you so early, but I've had a message from the Rosenbergs.
They have been called away, emergency. You'll let people know, thank you,
you are most kind." The door slammed. Still, that would keep anyone from
nosing around.
Back to the house. "Wake up sleepyhead" he pushed at the faintly
stirring Willow. "Ohhhh, tired" While this was happening, Angelus gently
loosed Sheila's gag. "Baby" she cried, with more emotion in her voice than
she had used for years, "you're alive" Angelus laughed. "Not exactly" he
told her. "Hungry" the arisen Willow complained. She looked across at
Angelus who grinned. "Go ahead" She turned to face her mother, "Hungry" then
face changing she buried herself into her mother's neck. Angelus watched.
"Works up an appetite" he said casually, gently opening Ira Rosenberg's
shirt. "And it so rude to eat alone...." Soon the screams and whimpers
subsided to a few small slurping sounds.
Buffy entered the Library. "Hi Giles, anything on the evil fighting
front, 'cos I fancy a quiet weekend in. Just me, Will, chocolate and lots of
girly movies" He didn't answer. "Giles? " she tapped him. "Oh, sorry,
Buffy, miles away" She frowned, "Miss Calendar? " he flushed. "Yes, no, I
mean.." to save him flustering, she stopped him. "Look, I'll have a word.
Let her know that you... well... miss her. Just don't invite me to the
wedding" He smiled. "You will, thank you, Buffy" then "Wedding ??" Buffy
laughed. "Teasing, okay"
"Hi guys" Xander breezed in with a smile. "Friday and only a day of
school to spoil the day" He paused. "Oh, Buffy, a message from Willow She
phoned me bright and early. She's going to have to bail on you tonight.
Family emergency. Swung by her place, it's all locked and neighbour told me
the same." Buffy pouted. "So it's all alone weekend for Buffy. Well, at
least it's all quiet on the Sunnydale front."
