So! Here it is. Rescue mission.
Words in italic means memories
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Angel jumped the iron gates as soon as night came on. He lurked through the windows in the ground floor of the building and found offices and rooms without anyone inside. He forced one of the windows and got inside the building. He left to the corridor and didn't saw the camera following his moves. He heard footsteps coming behind him when he arrived in the first floor and a moment later two security guards and two nurses appeared.
- Put your hands up.
- Look. I didn't come here to cause trouble.
- Put your hands up. Now!
Angel vamped out and the security guards shot him, but he moved so fast that they were knocked cold in seconds. The two nurses tried to run but he got them. He growled and flashed his eyes from yellow to brown and yellow again.
- What… what are you? What… what… do you… want?
- Can't you tell?
He growled again and showed his fangs to the nurses. Fear was a powerful truth serum.
- I want to know only one thing. Where. Is. Buffy. Summers? Believe me when I say the wrong answer will cost you a lot of blood.
- She is in the third floor. Room 309. She… she.. is too strong.
Angel disappeared before the nurses could blink their eyes.
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Buffy sat in the far corner of the padded room. She was feeling something. Her whole body was tingling. She knew she should be upset by the strange unsettling feeling, but she was not. It felt good… and they brought images of brown yes… she knew it was her guard angel. She was so confused, so many images flashing through her head. A old man in a place full of books, a woman with red hair and two boys with brown eyes… one of them only seen at night. They said they weren't real, but she knew otherwise. They said she should forget and so she did… to them, but she knew that those people were good and these people are bad. She shouldn't forget them.
Cut to outside the gym. Buffy sneaks up to an outside entrance. It's locked. She uses her strength to break the door and goes in, looking around to make sure no one sees her. Cut to the locker room. Buffy finds the body and pulls back the sheet. She sees the vampire bite.
You have fruit punch mouth.
Close your eyes
- Oh, No! No! No! I killed him, I killed him. No!
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- We have a situation. The vampire is here. He is trying to break the slayer free. Should I call her mother?
- No. She doesn't have to know right now. Let's see how things go. Besides, she is doing a favor to us. The slayer should be contained and the vampire must not be harmed. He is important to us.
- Why not kill her?
- We can't. She is important too. She is the only thing we know of that can unleash Angelus and sooner or later she will do it. I do prefer to have her under our watch, but if the vampire gets her… leave it. Maybe Angelus will be back sooner than we think.
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Angel found a very agitated Buffy in her cell and his heart broke. How could a mother do this to her only daughter? Buffy was agitated, saying something he could not hear and banging her head against the padded walls. He broke the door handle easily and got in.
Buffy looked at him and her eyes grew wide.
- You. I… saw… I saw! But I… I… I killed you! I killed you.
Buffy jumped from her place and run over to the other corner of the room, pressing herself into it, twitching and whimpering, but she didn't take her eyes of Angel.
- Oh, Buffy! What did they do to you?
Angel approached Buffy, crouched to her level and touched her face. She looked at him realizing he was really there instead of a figment of her mind and launched herself at him. They embraced.
- Angel?
- Yes. Buffy. It is me. I will take you out.
Angel scooped her up in his arms and left the room. He heard the commotion outside with the arrival of the policy cars. He saw only one way out. The window in the end of the first floor would do it. He carried Buffy down and jumped. The noise of glass breaking called the attention of the cops, but when they arrived in the side of the build, nothing was found.
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AN: Someone we all know will make an appearance. I guess you will know who/it.