Sunnydale
Buffy and Willow's dorm
8:30 am Saturday
"Angel?" Buffy squeaked.
"Hello, lover," he smirked back at her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Aren't you going to invite me in? Or are we going to discuss this in
the hallway?" he asked.
"The hallway works for me. Or better yet, why don't you go back to
L.A," Buffy replied angrily.
"I'm disappointed, Buffy, I thought you'd be happier to see me than
this."
"Tell me what you're doing here," she insisted.
"L.A. got boring," he said dismissively. "Spike thought I'd have more
fun back on the hellmouth, and I agreed."
"What??? Since when are you and Spike on speaking terms," Buffy said,
refusing to listen to the voice in her head screaming warnings at
her.
"I wouldn't say we're exactly on _speaking_ terms," Angelus answered
with a grin. "But coming back is the least I could do for someone who
helped free me of my silly need for redemption. I was getting so
boring I was contemplating staking myself," he said with a chuckle.
"What?" Buffy whispered "no--"
"What's wrong, Lover? You don't look so good," Angelus taunted
her. "You didn't really think Angel came back to you, did you?...Oh,
that's so sweet. Naiive, but sweet. And I hate sweet" he said
cruelly. "Don't worry, though," he added. "I won't disrupt your new
life with your new boyfriend. Well, unless you consider it disruptive
if I kill all those wannabe slayers who follow you and then kill you
too."
"NO!" she screamed and grabbed a stake off the table by her bed and
ran to him.
"You think you can kill me?" Angelus challenged, and grabbed her hand
which held the stake. "Do it!" he taunted, guiding the stake still in
her hand to his chest, over his heart. He laughed, and said, "I'm
giving you first shot, Buffy. Dust me."
"Die" she sobbed, and raised the stake.
"Been there, done that," Angelus smirked.
She looked at him, searching for some signs of the Angel she loved,
and saw instead nothing but cruel, cold, hatred looking back at her.
She dropped the stake, it fell to the floor, and then she followed
it, falling to her knees in heartbreak.
"What, can't kill me twice? I'm disappointed in you, Buffy," Angelus
said, nudging her with his foot. "What happened to you? It's no fun
fighting a slayer when her heart's not in it. You should be glad that
Spike helped free me. It's not like Angel tried too hard to be with
you. Well, gotta go now, Lover, I'm hungry. When you get tired of
seeing the bodies piling up around Sunnydale, I'm sure you'll know
how to find me."
And with that, he was gone.
&&&&&&&
Spike's mansion
Spike had slept in another room, with the door locked. He had
remembered, if not too late to rethink the bring back Angelus plan,
that his Sire was in fact one of the most psychotic undead he had
ever had the misfortune to know. He also suspected that Angelus was
probably contemplating how to make Spike pay for helping Buffy thwart
his "suck the world into the hellmouth" plan a couple of years ago.
Therefore, he was taking no chances. *Just can't enjoy watching the
Slayer suffer if I'm dust, now can I?*
He had heard Angelus leave earlier, probably to begin the Buffy
torture, so he ventured out of the room. Then, he remembered. "Oh,
bloody hell. What am I supposed to do about our guests? Can't say I'd
mind feeding on little miss rich girl. But Angelus would probably not
be too thrilled if I killed them before he was done with them."
He walked over to the room in which Wesley and Cordelia were being
held, and opened it. He was pleased to see the fear on Wesley's face,
*but then again he always was all bark and no bite*, Spike laughed at
his expression.
"Well, hello, Dear," he said, walking over to Cordelia who was
sitting against a wall. She looked up at him, eyes full of
hatred. "How'd you sleep, Princess?" he asked with a grin.
"mfmggmfff!!" Cordelia yelled from behind the piece of cloth that was
gagging her.
"What's that, Pet? I don't understand you, you'll have to speak up,"
Spike replied with a grin.
"MFMFFMGHGH!"
"I hate when people repeat themselves," Spike said. Cordelia decided
to answer him this time with a drop dead look.
"Now, I could remove the gag, but if you scream, I'll have to put it
back," Spike said.
She nodded, and he reached around and untied the gag. "SON OF A--"
was as far as she got, before he quickly replaced the gag, rolling
his eyes.
"Now, now. I'll have none of that kind of language. I'm a very
sensitive chap," he chuckled.
Cordelia snorted with laughter at that.
"AND," Spike continued, "You'd do well to be nicer to me. I haven't
had my breakfast yet and I seriously doubt you want to
volunteer...No? Didn't think so."
He walked over to Wesley, who had been watching his every move
warily. "How 'bout it, Wesley? Should I remove the gag?" Wesley
nodded furiously, so Spike knelt down to remove it.
"Spike, you're making a mistake," Wesley said.
"Am I, Watcher?..Oh, no, I forgot. Not watcher, she kind of didn't
work out, did she. As I hear it, she got herself vamped. And then she
wasn't very good at that, either, was she?" Spike added cruelly.
Wesley tried to ignore that, and said, "Spike, you know that Buffy is
going to come looking for us. And do you think that she will ever
forgive you for what you did to Angel? I don't envy you the revenge
you've earned."
"Oh, I'm scared," Spike answered sarcastically. "Shaking in my boots
and all that. Bringing Angelus back to Sunnydale is more dangerous
for me than you know, Wes. But I think the pros outweigh the cons on
this one. The way I figure it, Buffy will be so devastated by her
lover's return minus his soul that we'll be able to get Sunnydale
back in the control of the demons. First, we'll rid the town of the
current slayer and her scoobies, and then we'll take care of the
Initiative morons and their Frankenstein experiment."
"How do you suppose you are going to manage all these things?" Wesley
asked calmly.
"Don't worry about that, Wesley," Spike replied with a grin. "I
imagine you'll be long dead by then."
"Spike, don't you remember what I taught you about talking to the
food?" Angelus walked in then. "It's just not a good idea."
"Well you're still here, and in one piece, so I take it your visit to
the Slayer went as planned?" Spike asked.
"Of course it did, Boy. My plans don't fail unless people choose to
betray me," he said menacingly. He walked up to Spike, standing
inches from him, glaring at him threateningly.
"Betray? Now that's a harsh word," Spike tried to reason with him. "I
don't think it's fitting, either. I mean, really, Angelus, you went
off the deep end on that one. Your brilliant plan was, uh, let's
see....let's suck the world right into the hellmouth? Now how much
fun would that have been for us, really?" Spike said. He held his
breath, waiting to see if Angelus' next move would be violent.
Angelus continued to glare, and then chuckled and backed off. "That's
why I put up with you, Spike. You've got guts. I think you're the
only vampire that has ever dared to stand up to me, and that's why
you're still alive."
"Well, hip hip hooray for me," Spike muttered, and stalked out of the
room, muttering something about 'bloody psychotic vampires and their
stupid senses of humor.'
&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Giles' Apartment
Willow arrived around eight-thirty and Giles admitted her. She went
straight to the room that they had locked Oz in the previous night.
He was sitting on the floor, wearing clothes that he had obviously
borrowed from someone else. He looked up at her, and his face was
full of guilt. "Hey," he said.
"Hey," she answered. She walked over and sat down next to him.
"So, I guess I surprised you last night, but not the way I was
hoping," Oz said.
Willow giggled, "Yeah, I guess you could say that," she replied with
a smile. "Hey, look at it this way, you saved me from being Spike
food!" she added helpfully, getting a smile from Oz at that.
"Well, I'm glad that I could be at least that much help," he
said. "So..."
"So..." In the awkward silence that followed, each tried to come up
with some way to start the necessary talking behavior.
"Are you back?" Willow finally asked. "Or is this a 'just-passing-
through, and oops, I forgot about the full moon, and I turned into a
wolf before I could get out of town' thing."
"No, I'm back, unless you don't want me back in Sunnydale. I guess
you could say it's an 'I missed you' kind of thing," Oz replied. "I
know I don't deserve it, Willow, but do you think that maybe someday
you can forgive me? And I know I really don't deserve _this_, but I
miss my girlfriend."
"Well, I can't promise anything, Oz. You really hurt me the way you
left," Willow told him. "Let's just see if we can remember what being
friends was like," Willow suggested.
"Fair enough," Oz replied with smile.
"GIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLES!!!!" the sound of Buffy's shriek from the
living room broke the mood, and Willow sighed. "Welcome back to
Sunnydale, Oz. Home of Hurricane Buffy."
"Do I sense something bitter behind that remark?" Oz asked curiously.
"Well, let's just say that since Buffy started dating again, she's
been different. No, actually, I can't even blame it all on Riley.
Although, he's a big part of the problem.
"Riley's just not right. I don't know how to explain it. But I see
it, Xander sees it," at Oz's look of skepticism, she added, "No,
Xander's feelings about Riley aren't about his crush on Buffy.
Riley's in this Initiative group, whose sole purpose in life is
toturing demons, and doing these weird medical experiments, and--" a
knock on the door interrupted her, and she sighed, "--and it's a long
story which I'll tell you later. Come in!"
"Oh, good there you are. I need your help. He's back," Buffy said
hurriedly.
"Who?" Willow asked
"Angelus."
End of part 6.
Buffy and Willow's dorm
8:30 am Saturday
"Angel?" Buffy squeaked.
"Hello, lover," he smirked back at her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Aren't you going to invite me in? Or are we going to discuss this in
the hallway?" he asked.
"The hallway works for me. Or better yet, why don't you go back to
L.A," Buffy replied angrily.
"I'm disappointed, Buffy, I thought you'd be happier to see me than
this."
"Tell me what you're doing here," she insisted.
"L.A. got boring," he said dismissively. "Spike thought I'd have more
fun back on the hellmouth, and I agreed."
"What??? Since when are you and Spike on speaking terms," Buffy said,
refusing to listen to the voice in her head screaming warnings at
her.
"I wouldn't say we're exactly on _speaking_ terms," Angelus answered
with a grin. "But coming back is the least I could do for someone who
helped free me of my silly need for redemption. I was getting so
boring I was contemplating staking myself," he said with a chuckle.
"What?" Buffy whispered "no--"
"What's wrong, Lover? You don't look so good," Angelus taunted
her. "You didn't really think Angel came back to you, did you?...Oh,
that's so sweet. Naiive, but sweet. And I hate sweet" he said
cruelly. "Don't worry, though," he added. "I won't disrupt your new
life with your new boyfriend. Well, unless you consider it disruptive
if I kill all those wannabe slayers who follow you and then kill you
too."
"NO!" she screamed and grabbed a stake off the table by her bed and
ran to him.
"You think you can kill me?" Angelus challenged, and grabbed her hand
which held the stake. "Do it!" he taunted, guiding the stake still in
her hand to his chest, over his heart. He laughed, and said, "I'm
giving you first shot, Buffy. Dust me."
"Die" she sobbed, and raised the stake.
"Been there, done that," Angelus smirked.
She looked at him, searching for some signs of the Angel she loved,
and saw instead nothing but cruel, cold, hatred looking back at her.
She dropped the stake, it fell to the floor, and then she followed
it, falling to her knees in heartbreak.
"What, can't kill me twice? I'm disappointed in you, Buffy," Angelus
said, nudging her with his foot. "What happened to you? It's no fun
fighting a slayer when her heart's not in it. You should be glad that
Spike helped free me. It's not like Angel tried too hard to be with
you. Well, gotta go now, Lover, I'm hungry. When you get tired of
seeing the bodies piling up around Sunnydale, I'm sure you'll know
how to find me."
And with that, he was gone.
&&&&&&&
Spike's mansion
Spike had slept in another room, with the door locked. He had
remembered, if not too late to rethink the bring back Angelus plan,
that his Sire was in fact one of the most psychotic undead he had
ever had the misfortune to know. He also suspected that Angelus was
probably contemplating how to make Spike pay for helping Buffy thwart
his "suck the world into the hellmouth" plan a couple of years ago.
Therefore, he was taking no chances. *Just can't enjoy watching the
Slayer suffer if I'm dust, now can I?*
He had heard Angelus leave earlier, probably to begin the Buffy
torture, so he ventured out of the room. Then, he remembered. "Oh,
bloody hell. What am I supposed to do about our guests? Can't say I'd
mind feeding on little miss rich girl. But Angelus would probably not
be too thrilled if I killed them before he was done with them."
He walked over to the room in which Wesley and Cordelia were being
held, and opened it. He was pleased to see the fear on Wesley's face,
*but then again he always was all bark and no bite*, Spike laughed at
his expression.
"Well, hello, Dear," he said, walking over to Cordelia who was
sitting against a wall. She looked up at him, eyes full of
hatred. "How'd you sleep, Princess?" he asked with a grin.
"mfmggmfff!!" Cordelia yelled from behind the piece of cloth that was
gagging her.
"What's that, Pet? I don't understand you, you'll have to speak up,"
Spike replied with a grin.
"MFMFFMGHGH!"
"I hate when people repeat themselves," Spike said. Cordelia decided
to answer him this time with a drop dead look.
"Now, I could remove the gag, but if you scream, I'll have to put it
back," Spike said.
She nodded, and he reached around and untied the gag. "SON OF A--"
was as far as she got, before he quickly replaced the gag, rolling
his eyes.
"Now, now. I'll have none of that kind of language. I'm a very
sensitive chap," he chuckled.
Cordelia snorted with laughter at that.
"AND," Spike continued, "You'd do well to be nicer to me. I haven't
had my breakfast yet and I seriously doubt you want to
volunteer...No? Didn't think so."
He walked over to Wesley, who had been watching his every move
warily. "How 'bout it, Wesley? Should I remove the gag?" Wesley
nodded furiously, so Spike knelt down to remove it.
"Spike, you're making a mistake," Wesley said.
"Am I, Watcher?..Oh, no, I forgot. Not watcher, she kind of didn't
work out, did she. As I hear it, she got herself vamped. And then she
wasn't very good at that, either, was she?" Spike added cruelly.
Wesley tried to ignore that, and said, "Spike, you know that Buffy is
going to come looking for us. And do you think that she will ever
forgive you for what you did to Angel? I don't envy you the revenge
you've earned."
"Oh, I'm scared," Spike answered sarcastically. "Shaking in my boots
and all that. Bringing Angelus back to Sunnydale is more dangerous
for me than you know, Wes. But I think the pros outweigh the cons on
this one. The way I figure it, Buffy will be so devastated by her
lover's return minus his soul that we'll be able to get Sunnydale
back in the control of the demons. First, we'll rid the town of the
current slayer and her scoobies, and then we'll take care of the
Initiative morons and their Frankenstein experiment."
"How do you suppose you are going to manage all these things?" Wesley
asked calmly.
"Don't worry about that, Wesley," Spike replied with a grin. "I
imagine you'll be long dead by then."
"Spike, don't you remember what I taught you about talking to the
food?" Angelus walked in then. "It's just not a good idea."
"Well you're still here, and in one piece, so I take it your visit to
the Slayer went as planned?" Spike asked.
"Of course it did, Boy. My plans don't fail unless people choose to
betray me," he said menacingly. He walked up to Spike, standing
inches from him, glaring at him threateningly.
"Betray? Now that's a harsh word," Spike tried to reason with him. "I
don't think it's fitting, either. I mean, really, Angelus, you went
off the deep end on that one. Your brilliant plan was, uh, let's
see....let's suck the world right into the hellmouth? Now how much
fun would that have been for us, really?" Spike said. He held his
breath, waiting to see if Angelus' next move would be violent.
Angelus continued to glare, and then chuckled and backed off. "That's
why I put up with you, Spike. You've got guts. I think you're the
only vampire that has ever dared to stand up to me, and that's why
you're still alive."
"Well, hip hip hooray for me," Spike muttered, and stalked out of the
room, muttering something about 'bloody psychotic vampires and their
stupid senses of humor.'
&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Giles' Apartment
Willow arrived around eight-thirty and Giles admitted her. She went
straight to the room that they had locked Oz in the previous night.
He was sitting on the floor, wearing clothes that he had obviously
borrowed from someone else. He looked up at her, and his face was
full of guilt. "Hey," he said.
"Hey," she answered. She walked over and sat down next to him.
"So, I guess I surprised you last night, but not the way I was
hoping," Oz said.
Willow giggled, "Yeah, I guess you could say that," she replied with
a smile. "Hey, look at it this way, you saved me from being Spike
food!" she added helpfully, getting a smile from Oz at that.
"Well, I'm glad that I could be at least that much help," he
said. "So..."
"So..." In the awkward silence that followed, each tried to come up
with some way to start the necessary talking behavior.
"Are you back?" Willow finally asked. "Or is this a 'just-passing-
through, and oops, I forgot about the full moon, and I turned into a
wolf before I could get out of town' thing."
"No, I'm back, unless you don't want me back in Sunnydale. I guess
you could say it's an 'I missed you' kind of thing," Oz replied. "I
know I don't deserve it, Willow, but do you think that maybe someday
you can forgive me? And I know I really don't deserve _this_, but I
miss my girlfriend."
"Well, I can't promise anything, Oz. You really hurt me the way you
left," Willow told him. "Let's just see if we can remember what being
friends was like," Willow suggested.
"Fair enough," Oz replied with smile.
"GIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLES!!!!" the sound of Buffy's shriek from the
living room broke the mood, and Willow sighed. "Welcome back to
Sunnydale, Oz. Home of Hurricane Buffy."
"Do I sense something bitter behind that remark?" Oz asked curiously.
"Well, let's just say that since Buffy started dating again, she's
been different. No, actually, I can't even blame it all on Riley.
Although, he's a big part of the problem.
"Riley's just not right. I don't know how to explain it. But I see
it, Xander sees it," at Oz's look of skepticism, she added, "No,
Xander's feelings about Riley aren't about his crush on Buffy.
Riley's in this Initiative group, whose sole purpose in life is
toturing demons, and doing these weird medical experiments, and--" a
knock on the door interrupted her, and she sighed, "--and it's a long
story which I'll tell you later. Come in!"
"Oh, good there you are. I need your help. He's back," Buffy said
hurriedly.
"Who?" Willow asked
"Angelus."
End of part 6.