Paris
11 pm
"Will?" Drusilla wandered out onto the balcony where Spike was
standing and smoking.
"Yeah, Pet. Bored?" Spike asked. She smiled and walked up to him,
wrapping her arms around him. He put his arms around her waist, and
pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "That dress is perfect for
you, Dru baby," Spike said appreciatively. It was a dark shade of
red, fitted at the bodice, flowing out at the hips down to her feet.
The color brought out her jet-black hair, and perfectly matched the
red of her lips. "It would've been worth the money the dressmaker
asked for it," he added with a grin.
"I was hungry," Dru pouted.
He laughed, "Oh, I'm not mad at you, Pet. It was rather fun holding
him for you while you fed. Just like old times."
"Can we go hunting now?" Dru asked.
Spike grinned and kissed her passionately. "There's nothing I would
rather do...well, one thing, but that can wait till later," he leered
at her.
She giggled, "After dinner, Spike." She dodged out of his grasp and
ran out the door with him at her heels.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&
L.A.
2:30 pm
"It's such a beautiful day," Buffy said. She and Angel were at a
nearby park, laying on a blanket, having finished their lunch.
"Is it? I hadn't noticed," Angel smiled, and leaned in to kiss her
again.
Buffy giggled, "Well, if you'd spend less time looking at me--"
"Never," he interrupted.
"--And more time paying attention to your surroundings, you'd know
that. I would've figured you'd be more interested in being outside in
the sun, Angel. I mean I'm flattered and...uh..." She lost her train
of thought as he continued to plant kisses down her jawline to her
neck. She grabbed his head and guided it back up to capture his lips
with his. "What was I saying again?" she asked when he pulled away to
catch his breath.
He chuckled, and said, "It couldn't have been that important."
"Hey! Everything I say is important!" she said, feigning offense at
his remark.
"Sure it is, Buffy," Angel said patronizingly. "Ow! Okay, okay, it
is," he conceded when she hit him.
"That's right, and don't you forget it," she replied smiling. "Come
on," she said, pushing him off her.
"Hey, I was comfortable," Angel protested.
"Yeah, well, I was thinking we could move somewhere we could both get
a lot _more_ comfortable," she said suggestively. She smirked at the
speed in which he gathered the picnic basket and blanket and stood
next to her.
"Okay, let's go," he said with a grin.
"Are you sure? I thought you were comfortable here," Buffy said.
"Buffy," Angel whined.
She laughed at his reaction, and threw her arms around his
neck. "Okay, my love, take me home," she said kissing him. She
giggled when he picked her up and carried her to his car, not
breaking the kiss.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Memphis TN
4:30 pm
"Xander, hello!"
Xander looked over at Anya, who had taken over driving for a while.
"Huh? Sorry, Anya. I drifted."
"I noticed. I was just asking if you'd decided."
Xander tried to remember what the decision was regarding....*Oh, yeah.
Where do we want to stop tonight.* "Wherever we decide to stop, Anya,
it will be for longer than a few nights. We're low on money again. So
we'll keep driving until we find a place that looks promising enough
for me to find a job for while."
Anya shook her head, but stayed silent. *I don't know how much longer
I want to live like this. I won't say that to him though, not yet
anyway. He is starting to act like the Xander I remember from before,
so maybe he's almost ready to stop. I don't even care if we don't end
up in Sunnydale. I just want to stop somewhere.*
&&&&&&&&&&&
Doyle's Apartment
2:30 pm
"So okay, you've determined four out of five demons that make up the
demon part of Adam," Charlotte said. "Then there's the human part. And
then the machine, but--"
"Charlotte!!!" They heard a female voice outside yell.
"Cordy," Doyle gasped, but Charlotte was already to her room and out
the door, with a crossbow in one hand, knife in her jeans pocket and
a stake in the other hand. Doyle was close on her heels, grabbing an
axe on his way out.
Willow and Cordelia were running down the street toward them, and Adam
was close behind. "Shit!" Doyle yelled. "Guess we get to find out now
how much damage we can do to him now."
"I'm ready," Charlie said grimly. "Stay back, Doyle, unless it's
obvious I need help."
"Watch out for his right arm, he can extend that poker-thing out of
it," Willow managed between gasps for air as she and Cordelia reached
Charlotte.
Charlotte put herself between the girls and Adam, and Adam slowed as
if to size her up first. "A picture would last longer," Charlotte
said.
Adam smiled, and said, "I was just taking the time to remember what
you looked like when all in one piece. Because I plan to take you
apart one limb at a time."
"Uh-huh. Promises, promises. I've heard a lot of tough talk, but no
demon's ever been able to make good on it before. What makes you think
you're any different?" Charlotte taunted.
"I was made to kill and not to be killed," Adam replied as if that
explained everything.
"Oh. Let's just see about that, shall we?" Charlotte said and threw
her stake at him. It landed in his chest, where his heart would have
been. He didn't even flinch, though. He charged her, throwing out his
right arm. It caught her on the side of the head and she went flying.
"Charlie!" Doyle yelled, but Cordelia held him back.
"Doyle, she's okay, she's getting up," Cordelia said. Doyle saw that
Charlie was getting to her feet slowly. Adam was standing less than a
foot away from her. He pulled the stake out of his chest and laughed,
saying, "I have no heart. It wouldn't be _that_ easy, human."
"No heart huh? Now why doesn't that surprise me," Charlie muttered as
she backed away.
They circled each other slowly; Adam trying to move in on Charlie,
Charlie trying to stay out of harm's way but still keep him away from
the others. She misjudged at one point though, and he stabbed her in
the side with a poker which extended from his right arm. Charlotte
screamed and went down.
End of Three
11 pm
"Will?" Drusilla wandered out onto the balcony where Spike was
standing and smoking.
"Yeah, Pet. Bored?" Spike asked. She smiled and walked up to him,
wrapping her arms around him. He put his arms around her waist, and
pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "That dress is perfect for
you, Dru baby," Spike said appreciatively. It was a dark shade of
red, fitted at the bodice, flowing out at the hips down to her feet.
The color brought out her jet-black hair, and perfectly matched the
red of her lips. "It would've been worth the money the dressmaker
asked for it," he added with a grin.
"I was hungry," Dru pouted.
He laughed, "Oh, I'm not mad at you, Pet. It was rather fun holding
him for you while you fed. Just like old times."
"Can we go hunting now?" Dru asked.
Spike grinned and kissed her passionately. "There's nothing I would
rather do...well, one thing, but that can wait till later," he leered
at her.
She giggled, "After dinner, Spike." She dodged out of his grasp and
ran out the door with him at her heels.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&
L.A.
2:30 pm
"It's such a beautiful day," Buffy said. She and Angel were at a
nearby park, laying on a blanket, having finished their lunch.
"Is it? I hadn't noticed," Angel smiled, and leaned in to kiss her
again.
Buffy giggled, "Well, if you'd spend less time looking at me--"
"Never," he interrupted.
"--And more time paying attention to your surroundings, you'd know
that. I would've figured you'd be more interested in being outside in
the sun, Angel. I mean I'm flattered and...uh..." She lost her train
of thought as he continued to plant kisses down her jawline to her
neck. She grabbed his head and guided it back up to capture his lips
with his. "What was I saying again?" she asked when he pulled away to
catch his breath.
He chuckled, and said, "It couldn't have been that important."
"Hey! Everything I say is important!" she said, feigning offense at
his remark.
"Sure it is, Buffy," Angel said patronizingly. "Ow! Okay, okay, it
is," he conceded when she hit him.
"That's right, and don't you forget it," she replied smiling. "Come
on," she said, pushing him off her.
"Hey, I was comfortable," Angel protested.
"Yeah, well, I was thinking we could move somewhere we could both get
a lot _more_ comfortable," she said suggestively. She smirked at the
speed in which he gathered the picnic basket and blanket and stood
next to her.
"Okay, let's go," he said with a grin.
"Are you sure? I thought you were comfortable here," Buffy said.
"Buffy," Angel whined.
She laughed at his reaction, and threw her arms around his
neck. "Okay, my love, take me home," she said kissing him. She
giggled when he picked her up and carried her to his car, not
breaking the kiss.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Memphis TN
4:30 pm
"Xander, hello!"
Xander looked over at Anya, who had taken over driving for a while.
"Huh? Sorry, Anya. I drifted."
"I noticed. I was just asking if you'd decided."
Xander tried to remember what the decision was regarding....*Oh, yeah.
Where do we want to stop tonight.* "Wherever we decide to stop, Anya,
it will be for longer than a few nights. We're low on money again. So
we'll keep driving until we find a place that looks promising enough
for me to find a job for while."
Anya shook her head, but stayed silent. *I don't know how much longer
I want to live like this. I won't say that to him though, not yet
anyway. He is starting to act like the Xander I remember from before,
so maybe he's almost ready to stop. I don't even care if we don't end
up in Sunnydale. I just want to stop somewhere.*
&&&&&&&&&&&
Doyle's Apartment
2:30 pm
"So okay, you've determined four out of five demons that make up the
demon part of Adam," Charlotte said. "Then there's the human part. And
then the machine, but--"
"Charlotte!!!" They heard a female voice outside yell.
"Cordy," Doyle gasped, but Charlotte was already to her room and out
the door, with a crossbow in one hand, knife in her jeans pocket and
a stake in the other hand. Doyle was close on her heels, grabbing an
axe on his way out.
Willow and Cordelia were running down the street toward them, and Adam
was close behind. "Shit!" Doyle yelled. "Guess we get to find out now
how much damage we can do to him now."
"I'm ready," Charlie said grimly. "Stay back, Doyle, unless it's
obvious I need help."
"Watch out for his right arm, he can extend that poker-thing out of
it," Willow managed between gasps for air as she and Cordelia reached
Charlotte.
Charlotte put herself between the girls and Adam, and Adam slowed as
if to size her up first. "A picture would last longer," Charlotte
said.
Adam smiled, and said, "I was just taking the time to remember what
you looked like when all in one piece. Because I plan to take you
apart one limb at a time."
"Uh-huh. Promises, promises. I've heard a lot of tough talk, but no
demon's ever been able to make good on it before. What makes you think
you're any different?" Charlotte taunted.
"I was made to kill and not to be killed," Adam replied as if that
explained everything.
"Oh. Let's just see about that, shall we?" Charlotte said and threw
her stake at him. It landed in his chest, where his heart would have
been. He didn't even flinch, though. He charged her, throwing out his
right arm. It caught her on the side of the head and she went flying.
"Charlie!" Doyle yelled, but Cordelia held him back.
"Doyle, she's okay, she's getting up," Cordelia said. Doyle saw that
Charlie was getting to her feet slowly. Adam was standing less than a
foot away from her. He pulled the stake out of his chest and laughed,
saying, "I have no heart. It wouldn't be _that_ easy, human."
"No heart huh? Now why doesn't that surprise me," Charlie muttered as
she backed away.
They circled each other slowly; Adam trying to move in on Charlie,
Charlie trying to stay out of harm's way but still keep him away from
the others. She misjudged at one point though, and he stabbed her in
the side with a poker which extended from his right arm. Charlotte
screamed and went down.
End of Three