One Month Later
A roaring black 1959 DeSoto Fireflite with blackened windows crashed into the large 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign at the entrance of the Hellmouth town.
The driver's side door opened. His black steel-toed shit-kicker boot stepped out of the car one at a time.
Behind him, the music blared from the speakers:
"I am an antiChirst,
I am an anarchist,
Don't know what I want,
But I know how to get it,
I was to destroy the passerby."
He reached a hand into his long leather duster coat taking out a cigarette and lighter. He took a long drag from the cigarette as he basked in the afterglow of his arrival when two pale thin arms wrapped around his neck.
He turned his platinum blonde head to the woman pressed up against him, grinning sharp fangs. "Home sweet home." The vampire chuckled turning his sights back out to the town.
Crawford Mansion
Elizabeth laid on her back with a dreamy smile plastered across her face. She felt pleasantly sedated from her head to her toes.
Her eyes fell from the high ceiling to the dark haired vampire laying his head on her flat stomach. Mindlessly, Elizabeth's fingers combed through Angelus' dark spiky hair. She listened to his soft purrs completely relaxed.
It's been one month since finally revealing her true soulless self to the Slayer and her friends. Elizabeth and Angelus were giving them a run for their money. On the daily, they made sure the Scoobies found an innocent victim, particularly of people they knew throughout any given day.
It amazed Elizabeth how creative her mate could be. There was only so many places to put a body. Each and every time, Angelus found someplace new. His sick mind has always been a fascination for her. She was always curious about how his deranged thoughts came about. They had yet to use the Judge in their art of warfare. No, their plan for him was soon to come.
Elizabeth enjoyed the simple pleasures in her exceedingly long life. She enjoyed watching the shocked and terrified reactions from each and every one of the Scoobies. She enjoyed the taste of their salty tears. Elizabeth even enjoyed their anger and determination to destroy her and Angelus.
The next target she had decided was to dispose of the Gypsy. She could feel the computer teachers power from her long line of ancestors growing. It was better to take her out now before she gets any wild ideas. The expression on the Watcher's face when he finds her maliciously mutilated will be beautiful. She was sure of it.
It warmed her insides just thinking about it.
A soft knock sounded at the large wooden door. A moment later a vampire henchman entered the master bedroom. He stood at attention never turning his eyes to see the naked vampires sprawled out on the large bed.
"My King and Queen, new guests have arrived." He announced and immediately turned away, closing the door behind him.
Angelus growled waking up from the pleasant dream. He turned his face slightly and began to kiss Elizabeth's cool skin. He created an invisible path from her naval, between her breasts, collarbone, neck, until finally reaching her mouth.
Elizabeth smiled into his kiss adjusting herself slightly wanting him to settle between her legs. "Our guests, my love," she moaned grinding her centre over the tip of his teasing cock.
"Nevermind them." He said lowering his head to her neck, biting her scar. "I'm not nearly done with you yet, lover." He pushed himself into her without warning.
It sent a shooting chilling tingle down his spine when she yelped with surprise. His mate was strong, powerful, radiant with beauty, a soulless creature of the night but only for him did she ever show her true self.
Some time later, Elizabeth and Angelus made their way down to the main area of the mansion where their guests waited patiently.
Elizabeth paused at the entry. Angelus frowned looking down at her. She stared straight ahead with genuine surprise. A gothic vampire duo sat on a couch, waiting patiently.
Elizabeth's hand went to Angelus' arm. Inwardly, Angelus applauded himself only ever wanting to make his mate happy.
The dark haired woman stood from a chair and looked across the room directly at Elizabeth. A slow smile crossed her mouth. She appeared to be thinner, weaker than Elizabeth last remembered, which immediately gave her concern. But besides that, Elizabeth couldn't wait to hear their stories of adventures from the past hundred years.
"Mother Angel," Drusilla whispered slowly moving across the room to stand before the blonde haired vampire.
Elizabeth reached out her hand and idly combed her fingers through Drusilla's dark hair. "My child," she smiled wrapping her arms around the frail woman.
Drusilla laid her head on Elizabeth's shoulder as William and Angelus shook hands.
"I hope your travels were well," Angelus said to William.
"Only a few hiccups, nothin' I can't handle." William followed Angelus to a servant holding a tray of blood in an elegant wine glass.
Elizabeth wrapped her arm around Drusilla's shoulders and guided her back to the couch to sit down for a bit. Drusilla purred like a happy child finally reunited with her 'mother'.
"My god, William, do you not feed her anymore?" Elizabeth glared at William crossly as she ran her hands over Drusilla's thin face.
"'m afraid she's gotten worse since you last saw her," William said sitting down in a chair across from the couch.
Drusilla's eyes moved from Elizabeth to the vampires and demons moving around the mansion staying out of the way. "Look at all the people." She said quietly and laid her head back down onto Elizabeth's shoulder.
"Her strength is weakening, thanks to you lot." William tossed the mate's a sarcastic eye-roll.
"Watch your tongue, boy." Angelus narrowed his eyes on the outspoken vampire ready to pounce on him at any given moment.
Elizabeth rested a hand on Angelus' arm gaining his attention. The irruption and anger had suddenly dissipated from his dark eyes. "No need for that, love. William is just concerned for our Dru. Isn't that right?" She looked at William warningly.
William frowned knowing that Elizabeth was protecting him from Angelus' infamous wrath. If she hadn't, he knew Angelus would nail him to the wine cellar wall right beside Darla with even a flinch of a second-thought. "Yes, 'm just concerned is all."
Angelus visibly calmed down and released an unneeded breath. "You," he snapped his head to a henchman guarding the front door. "Get me fresh blood."
The henchman nodded his head.
"Now you moron!" Angelus roared.
The henchman scampers off to find a live human.
"My love," Elizabeth tilted her head to the side eyeing her mate.
William sat back in the chair crossing one leg over the other. "So, how about this Slayer, I've been hearing so much about. Is she tough?"
Angelus snorted a laugh, "Hardly."
Elizabeth smiled at the thought of Faith and her last gift she had left her. It was five slaughtered puppies nailed to the front door of her home. The Slayer's horrified reaction was priceless.
"Then why not with the killing yet? Scared are we?" William raised a brow.
"Tsk, tsk, oh Spiky, haven't you learned by now?" Elizabeth smiled softly, like a mother to her child. "The chase makes the blood sweeter. It's fuelled by fear. Unlike you, we take our time for the kill. I prefer not to be sloppy." She ran her eyes up and down the punk vampire knowing his killing style well; he was sloppy.
William darkly grinned, "I've missed you guys." He told them with honesty. "Europe was never the same after you left. So, where do we start?"
Angelus clapped his hands together once. From a dark corner, a blue horned demon appeared under the dim light. It was the Judge.
"What the bloody hell is that?" William stared at the demon while Drusilla laughed happily.
"Oh! I want to play with him, Mummy!" She looked at Elizabeth.
Angelus held out his hand for Drusilla to take. He led her and William to the demon staring down at them with black empty eyes.
Drusilla reached up and laid her hand softly on the Judge's armoured chest. "Do you like daisies?" She asked the Judge. "I plant them but they always die." Sadness fell over her fragile face. "Everything I put in the ground withers and dies. Spike, I'm cold."
Standing in the background, Elizabeth and Angelus watched with proud smiles as William whipped off the duster coat from his back and lovingly wrapped it around Drusilla's shoulders.
"I got you," William whispered kissing her nose.
"I'm a princess..."
William smiled and pushed her dark hair back over her shoulder.
Drusilla slowly turned back to her Sire's and said, "I can't see her. The Slayer. I can't. It's dark where she is... there is someone else." Elizabeth frowned looking up at Angelus, who thought the same.
Drusilla grabbed William's arm for support. "Kill her! Mummy... Daddy, kill her for, Princess."
Elizabeth stepped forward out from under Angelus' arm and stood in front of her Childe. With a gentle and motherly touch, Elizabeth traced the sharp line of Drusilla's nose. "Anything for you, dove." She let her forgotten English accent slip back into her words.
Sunnydale High Library
Giles stood in the doorway of Jenny's classroom watching her closely. The past months have been a whirlwind on all of them. Giles feared that this was not the worst of it.
"Orb of Thesulah." he said entering the classroom.
Jenny's head shot up with surprise not expecting to see him, "Oh, hi."
"You're working late."
Jenny nodded her head placing the orb carefully back down on a cloth and turned the computer screen toward Giles, "Special project."
Giles pushed himself from the doorway and stood behind her skimming the words on the screen. "Restoration?"
"My people used this to restore lost souls for the elders. But there is no record of it ever being used... on demons." Jenny looked at Giles meaningfully.
Giles removed his glasses reeling from his surprise, "You plan to restore their souls." It sounded more absurd said aloud than in his mind. "I thought that was impossible. Once a soul is lost, it is lost forever. The magic used to find it is rooted from evil."
"Or in this case, Rumanian Gypsies. We have to try. Too many people are dying every day. Half of the senior class has been displayed all over Sunnydale. This needs to end. I'm afraid Faith won't be able to stop them."
Giles hated the feeling that she was right. He wasn't so sure himself that Faith would come out the winner in what will be a ferocious battle. "We need a way to destroy the Judge. He is their secret weapon. Weaken their artillery, then either kill those vampires once and for all or to—"
"—Curse them."
Giles nodded his head pushing his glasses back on eying the Gypsy woman strangely. "Curse them?"
"With Willow and I combined, we'd have enough power to perform this spell."
"It's too dangerous." Giles shook his head with disagreement.
"It's our only other option or otherwise we all die." Jenny looked at Giles.
Giles did not respond knowing how true her statement was. This was their only hope. It was the only plan worth using. Destroy the Judge and then Elizabeth and Angelus.
Hours passed since 'Plan: Destroy' was formed in the computer classroom.
The night was particularly quiet. There was a still calmness in the air. Jenny paid no mind to it as she stared at the computer screen. "Come on... Come on..." Her exhaustion and patients were beginning to wear thin.
Suddenly, something on the screen caught her eye and a wave of relief washed over her. She had found it; the trigger.
"That's it! This will work!" For the first time, Jenny truly felt that she was onto something worth using in the battle. Something that could change the tides completely.
"Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau, (You who, like the stab of a knife,)
Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée; (Entered my plaintive heart;)
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau (You who, strong as a herd)
De démons, vin, folle et parée, (Of demons, came, ardent and adorned,)"
Jenny's head shot up to the dark black shadows across the classroom. She quickly rejected a 3.5-inch disk from the drive and hid it under a pile of papers.
Angelus sat at a desk with one leg crossed over the other watching the brunette carefully. "The first time I ever heard Le Vampire read aloud was in the year 1857, in a small cafe in Paris." Angelus closed his eyes remembering that day clearly. "It was the day I reunited with my mate. She looked so beautiful."
He imagined Elizabeth that night. He remembered the stylish gown she wore that evening in perfect detail. It was a black satin gown with lacy red roses trimmed at the bottom. She wore a matching black crepe hat with red roses on its brim. Large diamond earrings hung from her lobes and a black choker wrapped around her neck with a diamond hanging from its end settled over her cleavage.
Angelus opened his eyes and focused on Jenny's face. "My apologies, I help my wandering when I think of Buffy." He stood from the chair and came closer to the teacher's desk. "She couldn't be here this evening. She had another prior appointment. So I guess that only leaves me and you, Jenny."
Jenny watched in horror as his handsome features morphed into his true demonic face. Without a second thought, Jenny took off running outside the classroom.
Angelus grinned licking his lips, "I love it when they run." He calmly walked out of the classroom following the teacher's path.
Jenny pushed through the double doors in a panic. Glancing behind her, she saw Angelus walking across the courtyard wearing a hungry grin. "Run, run, run as fast as you can! I'll catch you... I'm the gingerbread man!" Angelus laughed.
Jenny sprinted across the lawn as fast as she could, coming upon another set of double doors. She rattled them open but it was locked. She turned her head to see a second door to the left. Jenny went to it and pushed it open without looking back to see how close Angelus was to her.
Entering into the school again, Angelus turned his yellow eyes around the darkness listening closely for the Gypsy woman. He heard her racing heartbeat up the stairs.
Jenny stood on the flat landing at the top of the stairs suffocating in the dead silence. She had no idea where Angelus disappeared to. She looked around her surroundings and noted the only two options she had in order to escape alive. One was to her left and the other was to her right. Both options were pathetic and almost impractical.
"I do enjoy a chase." Angelus' voice seemed to come from all directions confusing Jenny's senses. "I bet your blood is just pumping through your veins... hot and sweet it will be."
Jenny's frightened tears streamed down her face. There was no one to save her now. The library was too far, on the other side of the school. She was all alone with the vampire.
She backed herself up against a wall painting then closed her eyes gaining the courage to try to escape again.
When she turned, Angelus was standing closely behind her. He clamped one hand around her neck tightly and the other covering her mouth to muffle her screams.
"Sorry, Jenny, this is where you get off." He slammed her body into the wall knocking her own cold. He watched as she fell to the ground with a thud.
Angelus began to whistle an old Irish folk tune from his childhood. He crouched down in front of the unconscious woman and gently pushed her hair from her forehead. He smiled to himself feeling excited with anticipation for his lover's reaction to his gift.
Song Used: "Anarchy In The U.K." Sex Pistols 1977
Works: "Fleurs du mal"(Flowers of Evil)" Charles Baudelaire, 1857