"I don't care." The slayer began. "Just tell me where I can find
Sahjhan." She demanded.
"Alright, you will have to summon him, it is a complicated ritual but it can be done." The demon began. The demon explained to Britney and Spike how to summon him, and all the dangers involved. "A experienced Wiccan must do the ritual or it will not just bring you Sahjhan, but a whole army of demons." He continued.
"Alright thanks," the Slayer said.
"Should we kill him anyway?" Spike asked, Britney nodded. "How?"
"Have no idea." The Slayer answered, she let go of the demon and if the demon had been a human she would have had given him a black eye.
"Now Slayer what if I was lying? If you killed me you would never know the truth." The demon tried to reason with her. It obviously didn't work; Britney didn't care because she knew another person had to know where Sahjhan was. So she hoped.
"Miss you." The Slayer began; she snapped the demon's neck. "Not."
"Is it dead?" Spike asked.
"What do you think?"
"I am hoping so."
"Well I am to, now we have to find a witch, I need to find Sahjhan."
"Why is this your business? It is all the great pouf's responsibility, not yours."
"That is where you are wrong Spike. I have known Angel as long as I can remember and if it is anybody's business other than Angel's it is mine!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to strike a nerve." Spike tried for an apology, but Britney wouldn't take it.
"You are so hard to get along with!"
"What about you, you think you are little miss perfect and I can't stand it!"
"You wanna fight? Because if you do you will kiss daylight before you can lay a finger on me."
"Thanks for the warning Slayer, it is almost daybreak. Since peaches won't let me stay at his place I have to go find somewhere to stay."
"That was not to help you."
"Give up Slayer you know that you can't outsmart me."
"If I can't outsmart you I'll kill you."
"I haven't had this many death threats in a good while blondie." Spike licked his lips; the Slayer turned and began walking back to Angel's.
"You won't be missed." Britney called over her shoulder and continued back to Angel Investigations. Her way back was very uneventful, no vampires. When she returned she pulled herself up on her windowsill and then climbed in. It was around four in the morning and the Slayer still wasn't tired. She sat in her room for a bit then silently got a small leather book out of her bag. She began scribbling with a white gel pen, what appeared to be song lyrics. She wrote for a little while and then stopped, she sat on the bed and gazed out the window wondering: 'Where in the hell am I going to find a Wiccan?' She snapped out of it because something was outside. Once again she exited her window, but this time she just jumped out. She saw a shadow and went after it.
It grabbed her and then said, "Oh it's you."
"Angel! What are you doing up so late? It is four thirty in the morning!"
"Couldn't sleep, you?"
"I am too wired from my flight down here. I had to come from freaking England!"
"Why?"
"The watchers council had to speak with their new Slayer. I didn't like a one of them, stupid little suit & tie wearing men. They better not send me one either, I have all the watching me here than they could ever give me."
"Better not start on all that with Wesley," Angel began.
"Yeah I know he used to be a watcher, poor guy." Britney cut him off, and then continued, "Where did he go? Today he said he was glad to be back."
"Justine slit his throat, I was talking with him a while ago and he said it was all her. At least now I have one less thing to worry about."
"Angel, it is nearly daybreak, you better go in and well close curtains."
"Alright, on one condition, you go in and go to bed."
"Okay." Britney and Angel got up off the ground where they had been sitting and went inside. Angel went into his office and closed his curtains. Britney slowly walked up to the room she was staying in and laid down. She only slept a few minutes, she awoke because of what she thought might have been a prophecy dream. It was around eight when she got up, so she went back downstairs and began looking through the refrigerator.
"Looking for something?" came a British accent from behind her. She thought it might have been Spike so she grabbed the only thing that was is he pocket; at least hoping it was a stake.
"Are you going to shoot me with a ponytail holder?" Wesley asked.
"Sorry, I hoped it was a stake, and that you were Spike. He is annoying." Britney said, with her face turning pink.
"It's okay, what were you looking for?" Wesley asked, going back to his original question.
"I was looking for something to make for breakfast, is eggs okay?"
"That would be great, I haven't had a home cooked meal in a long time. Most of the time I have take-out." Wesley smiled.
"Okay, scrambled, fried, or whatever. Just as long as it isn't raw, I don't know how to fix raw eggs." Britney laughed.
"Fried, that is my favorite."
"Me too. What time will Fred and Gunn be here?"
"Around ten, anyway they always go out for breakfast." Wesley answered.
"Are they a couple?"
Wesley's face went red. "Yes."
"Oh." Britney got the feeling that he was jealous, but she didn't know him that well so she didn't ask. She pulled a frying pan out of the cabinet and began to cook.
Eventually Lorne came downstairs wondering what on earth that wonderful smell could be. The first thing he saw was Wesley and Britney eating breakfast together talking.
"Good morning! Do you want something to eat, I fixed breakfast." Britney smiled, and took her eyes off Wesley for the first time since she had began eating.
"Okay." Lorne sat down at the table next to Wesley. "So, do you like her?" He whispered.
"Alright, you will have to summon him, it is a complicated ritual but it can be done." The demon began. The demon explained to Britney and Spike how to summon him, and all the dangers involved. "A experienced Wiccan must do the ritual or it will not just bring you Sahjhan, but a whole army of demons." He continued.
"Alright thanks," the Slayer said.
"Should we kill him anyway?" Spike asked, Britney nodded. "How?"
"Have no idea." The Slayer answered, she let go of the demon and if the demon had been a human she would have had given him a black eye.
"Now Slayer what if I was lying? If you killed me you would never know the truth." The demon tried to reason with her. It obviously didn't work; Britney didn't care because she knew another person had to know where Sahjhan was. So she hoped.
"Miss you." The Slayer began; she snapped the demon's neck. "Not."
"Is it dead?" Spike asked.
"What do you think?"
"I am hoping so."
"Well I am to, now we have to find a witch, I need to find Sahjhan."
"Why is this your business? It is all the great pouf's responsibility, not yours."
"That is where you are wrong Spike. I have known Angel as long as I can remember and if it is anybody's business other than Angel's it is mine!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to strike a nerve." Spike tried for an apology, but Britney wouldn't take it.
"You are so hard to get along with!"
"What about you, you think you are little miss perfect and I can't stand it!"
"You wanna fight? Because if you do you will kiss daylight before you can lay a finger on me."
"Thanks for the warning Slayer, it is almost daybreak. Since peaches won't let me stay at his place I have to go find somewhere to stay."
"That was not to help you."
"Give up Slayer you know that you can't outsmart me."
"If I can't outsmart you I'll kill you."
"I haven't had this many death threats in a good while blondie." Spike licked his lips; the Slayer turned and began walking back to Angel's.
"You won't be missed." Britney called over her shoulder and continued back to Angel Investigations. Her way back was very uneventful, no vampires. When she returned she pulled herself up on her windowsill and then climbed in. It was around four in the morning and the Slayer still wasn't tired. She sat in her room for a bit then silently got a small leather book out of her bag. She began scribbling with a white gel pen, what appeared to be song lyrics. She wrote for a little while and then stopped, she sat on the bed and gazed out the window wondering: 'Where in the hell am I going to find a Wiccan?' She snapped out of it because something was outside. Once again she exited her window, but this time she just jumped out. She saw a shadow and went after it.
It grabbed her and then said, "Oh it's you."
"Angel! What are you doing up so late? It is four thirty in the morning!"
"Couldn't sleep, you?"
"I am too wired from my flight down here. I had to come from freaking England!"
"Why?"
"The watchers council had to speak with their new Slayer. I didn't like a one of them, stupid little suit & tie wearing men. They better not send me one either, I have all the watching me here than they could ever give me."
"Better not start on all that with Wesley," Angel began.
"Yeah I know he used to be a watcher, poor guy." Britney cut him off, and then continued, "Where did he go? Today he said he was glad to be back."
"Justine slit his throat, I was talking with him a while ago and he said it was all her. At least now I have one less thing to worry about."
"Angel, it is nearly daybreak, you better go in and well close curtains."
"Alright, on one condition, you go in and go to bed."
"Okay." Britney and Angel got up off the ground where they had been sitting and went inside. Angel went into his office and closed his curtains. Britney slowly walked up to the room she was staying in and laid down. She only slept a few minutes, she awoke because of what she thought might have been a prophecy dream. It was around eight when she got up, so she went back downstairs and began looking through the refrigerator.
"Looking for something?" came a British accent from behind her. She thought it might have been Spike so she grabbed the only thing that was is he pocket; at least hoping it was a stake.
"Are you going to shoot me with a ponytail holder?" Wesley asked.
"Sorry, I hoped it was a stake, and that you were Spike. He is annoying." Britney said, with her face turning pink.
"It's okay, what were you looking for?" Wesley asked, going back to his original question.
"I was looking for something to make for breakfast, is eggs okay?"
"That would be great, I haven't had a home cooked meal in a long time. Most of the time I have take-out." Wesley smiled.
"Okay, scrambled, fried, or whatever. Just as long as it isn't raw, I don't know how to fix raw eggs." Britney laughed.
"Fried, that is my favorite."
"Me too. What time will Fred and Gunn be here?"
"Around ten, anyway they always go out for breakfast." Wesley answered.
"Are they a couple?"
Wesley's face went red. "Yes."
"Oh." Britney got the feeling that he was jealous, but she didn't know him that well so she didn't ask. She pulled a frying pan out of the cabinet and began to cook.
Eventually Lorne came downstairs wondering what on earth that wonderful smell could be. The first thing he saw was Wesley and Britney eating breakfast together talking.
"Good morning! Do you want something to eat, I fixed breakfast." Britney smiled, and took her eyes off Wesley for the first time since she had began eating.
"Okay." Lorne sat down at the table next to Wesley. "So, do you like her?" He whispered.