Author's Note: Buffy talks to Angel's parents! Finally! Enjoy!

A long, uncomfortable silence filled the green room.

I kept looking at Angel and then up at the people who were his parents. Firstly, Angel's parents were dead. Angelus had killed them and secondly, this was so not the way I wanted to meet my boyfriend's parents. I wondered what I should say to them. How did you introduce yourself to your undead boyfriend's dead parents?

"You're Buffy," The woman, Lilith, said.

"Y-yes ma'am," I stammered. She was beautiful for someone who had been dead for such a long time. Her long brown hair gently glided down her back until it met her elbows. Her blue eyes sparkled in the lighting of the green room. She was definitely Shakespeare's definition of lovely. I felt completely intimidated.

"We've seen how Liam cares for you so," The man, Matthew, informed me. He looked a lot like Angel, but with blond hair and he was more jovial. "Thank you for looking out for him."

"No problem!" I quickly answered. "I love your son and he's just—"

The door burst opened and the Storyteller walked in. She was now wearing a neon pink sun dress. Why this demon kept changing clothes I didn't know. What I did know is that she was pissing me off and that she was probably the one that had hurt Angel.

"Well, well," She muttered as she surveyed all of us. "Why wasn't I invited to the party?" No gave her any response save the death glares, but they unfazed her. She stepped to where Angel was an placed a hand on his forehead. "Poor Romeo,"

"Don't touch him!" I spat. "Get away from him now."

I took a threatening step towards her and she laughed mirthlessly.

"Juliet, you really need to learn to control your emotions." I immediately tensed up. I didn't like the tone of her voice.

"What did you do to him?" I hissed.

"Me?" The Storyteller asked incredulously. "I didn't do anything."

"Liar!" Angel's mom yelled. The Storyteller's gaze instantly darted to her. "You hurt my son! I know you did!"

"Spike," I ordered. The blond vampire quickly came by my side. "Get everyone out of here. Now." He didn't ask any questions and began to move the others out of the room. Angel's dad quickly pulled his son and he and his wife hurriedly dragged him out of the room. After 30 seconds, it was just me and the Storyteller.

"Wrong move, Slayer," The Storyteller the circled me and I took a steadying breath in. "I could kill you now."

"But you won't," I interjected. "You need me to play Juliet." The circling stopped and she smirked.

"Smart girl," She praised. "Then, why do you want to be alone with me?"

"Spare the others." I said quickly; she was taken aback.

"What?"

"You heard me." I told her. "Spare the others."

"What do you mean?" The demon looked genuinely confused. Obviously, she had never had been asked this before.

"Leave the others alone," I said. "And in exchange, transfer their pain into me."

A few seconds passed and then she erupted into laughter. She laughed for a good five minutes before coming back to her senses.

"You're serious?" She asked astonished.

"Like a heart attack," I answered. "If it'll make the others pain go away then so be it."

"People will still die," She informed me. "You're just making it so they won't suffer backstage."

"I know," I told her. I knew; however, that we weren't going to die in the play. So, if I could make sure that my friends didn't die from headaches then I was definitely guaranteeing their survival in this play.

"Very well," She grasped my hand.

All I remember is pain.

And then nothing.

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