Angelus had Acathala, the demon that had been frozen to stone centuries ago, brought to the mansion, clearing away the furniture to make room for his ritual. The demon stood at the far end of the room, past the fireplace, while Willow and Dru waited inside the room, just past the hallway that led from the front door. The walls seemed to mirror the coldness emanating from Acathala so that the entire room felt like a freezer. Angelus had stepped into the shadows, primarily for dramatic effect as far as Willow could tell, until the minions brought the victim forward, hands bound behind his back, and dumped on the floor, about halfway between Willow and Dru but a few feet before them.
Angelus stepped toward his victim, chanting with each step, "I will drink. The blood will wash over me." The boy glanced around, a few quick moves of his head that scanned the entire room, and then made a dash for the side door.
"Grab him!" Angelus' words echoed through the room, but Willow, who'd been wondering why there was nothing to keep the boy from running, was already on him. This plan was her idea, even if Angelus had taken it over, and she'd look weak if it failed. A kick sent the boy sprawling face first to the ground. Picking him up by the hair, she dragged him across the room and dumped him before Angelus.
"As I drink, the blood will wash in me," Angelus started intoning. The boy stood, more slowly than before, and stepped to the center of the room in a fighting stance, ready to kick anyone that came near. "Nobody thought to secure this guy? Seriously?" Angelus shouted, stalking across the room. As the boy kicked at him, Angelous grabbed the foot and yanked it upwards, sending the boy sprawling to the ground. Blood pooled around his head. With a growl, Angelus bent over, sinking his teeth into the boy's neck, messily, tearing skin, allowing rivulets of blood to flow to the floor. Reaching down, Angelus placed one hand on the bloody neck. Without speaking, he stormed to the demon and grabbed the sword hilt jutting out from it's chest. While light twirled around the sword, Angelus fought to hold onto the hilt but, with a blinding flash, was thrown to the ground.
"Ooooh, this is very disappointing," Dru wailed.
"Shut up, Dru," Angelus shouted, throwing a vase at the wall. As its smashed, shards raining down onto the floor, he yelled, "I don't have time for your nonsense."
He paced the room. "What went wrong? I had the blood, the sword."
"I know someone we can ask," Willow offered. Angelus stopped and stared. "Giles," she added with a smirking glance toward Dru, who hadn't helped at all. "He's been a busy bee, researching Acathala. I'll bet he knows."