Left. Right. Left. Right. Left...

"Angelus, stop it!" Faith told him, her stomach a bit turned upside down by her lover's movements. He was pacing in the room like a caged animal. "They're going to be back soon. Don't worry."

He frowned. "Something could have happen. Willow's still young and Spike isn't known for his patience." He continued to pace. He was so concentrated that he didn't even notice when a smiling Spike started pacing beside him. "You know I'm right, right Spike? ... Spike?!"

The bleached vampire laughed. "Didn't know you cared *granddaddy*."

"I don't care," denied Angelus, feeling quite uncomfortable.

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Come on, you two. Lets get ourselves a watcher." She pulled Angelus and Spike outside while Drusilla and Faith watched, quite amused that those two always tried to look the best Big Bad when they liked eachother.

They walked to Giles' house, the two male vampires bickering like children. They were getting louder and louder. A shrill whistle broke their argument. "Would you two please stop?!" yelled an angry Willow. "If you continue like this the watcher's gonna hear us coming a mile before we're there. So I'd appreciate it if you shut the fuck up!"

A stunned Angelus watched her stomp away. "Spike, my boy, you did a good job with her. She's a piece of art."

* * *

A gasp escaped Giles' lips as he found a very distressing prophecy in one of his books. He read it again, hopefully praying that he had misunderstood it or missed something important. He fell back in his chair and sighed. He pulled out a tissue from his pocket and rub his glasses with it. Putting them back, he took another look at the text before him.

There will come the day when three shall return
Return to where it all started
Helped by a traitor, a chosen one
A souled one will perish to bring back old memories
Those five immortals shall start a new game
A game where all those that has caused pain shall be destroyed
Their blood will flow
All that for one

There were some parts of it that he didn't understand and others were quite clear to him. First of all he had to find out who where those three that shall return. The chosen one that was a traitor left no doubt in his mind. It fit Faith perfectly. A shiver passed through his body has he read again the part about a souled immortal. He hoped the perish part meant that 'it' would die and *not* lose his soul.

The next sentence confused the hell out of him. It talked about five immortals, but Faith was human. It didn't make any sense... or maybe... "No, it can't be. She wouldn't." But even if he tried to convince himself, he knew deep down that the dark slayer may already be a vampire.

The last part of the prophecy was quite twisted. "Those that had caused pain? Who the hell are they? Whoever they are will certainly die 'all that for one'. Who?"

A hard pounding against the door made him jump. He ran to it, but a weird feeling made him stop from opening it. "Who is it?" he asked.

"Open up, G-man! It's Faith!"

Giles frowned. If she was a vampire, she couldn't come in. Slowly, he opened the door. The dark slayer looked quite distressed, something he had never seen and it made him worried. "What is it Faith?"

Her wild eyes caught his and she did her best not to grin. "It's...it's Buffy. I saw her in the cemetary. She w-was loosing. I brought her to the hospital."

"Dear God. Give me a minute." He grabbed his coat and ran out of the house, Faith following behind him. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and a pair of fangs brushed against her neck. She screamed. Giles turned around to see the dark slayer struggling in the arms of someone he had hoped to never see again : Angelus.

The dark haired vampire was grinning like a mad man. He loved this. The watcher didn't know what to do or what to believe... and Faith was playing hard to get. Just for the kick of watching Giles squirm, he licked the slayer's neck. She tried to kick him but he stopped her and just laughed. "Rupert, old man, you didn't train this one very well. She's so helpless, look at her."

Giles tried to keep his cool but he was rapidly failing. "What do you want?"

"I want to be invited in," Angelus answered.

The watcher realized he didn't have a choice. Well, actually he did have one but then, he would have the death of Faith on his conscience for the rest of his life. He moved inside the house and turned back to the vampire. "Come in."

Angelus smiled in triomph. It had worked. The mortal had said an open invitation for every vampire in the range of hearing those words. He gave a push to the squirming girl in his arms and she stumbled in the appartement. His grin widened when he saw the watcher push Faith behind for protection. "Rupert, you never learn, do you?"

Giles looked quizically at him before turning toward the slayer. His face paled when he saw the yellow eyes and the ridges on her face. "Good God," he whispered.

She smiled wickedly. "And you know what G-man? You gave us an open invitation." Her eyes spotted the prophecy laying on the desk. "Lookie here. It's the prophecy about us."

Angelus stepped in and pushed the old man in a chair before tying him up. "You see, Rupert, you have to die painfully for what you did, what you all did."

Giles was confused. He turned his face toward Faith. "I tried to train you right, Faith. Why do you want revenge? Is it because it was your supposedly destiny, just like it is written on this piece of paper?"

A deep laugh rumbled from her chest. "You've got it all wrong, old man." Suddenly, she tensed then relaxed as she caught a familiar sent. "Hey blondie! Want to play with us?"

The mortal's eyes couldn't get pass the bleached blond hair and the cold grey eyes of the vampire before him. He starred at him as he entered in. That's when he realized his mistake for the invitation. His eyes widened even more when a long arm snaked around his waist and a brown haired vampire put her chin on the blond's shoulder.

Spike smirked at the silent watcher. "I like that look on him. All tied up. Silent. I think he's starting to get the prophecy right. But he's still missing the biggest part of the puzzle." He took a step closer to the mortal and crouched down before him. "You see, I didn't want to come back here for a few more years. But she wanted to come back home to get her revenge." He stood up and took back his place next to sire.

Giles frowned. "Who? Drusilla?"

"No. It was me."

A figure emerged from a dark corner of the house. Willow had stepped in the appartement when the watcher was quite occupied by Faith and Angelus. She saw him look at her in surprise. The last time he had saw her, it was nine months ago, she was still mortal and she wore an entire different style of clothes.

"Willow," he whispered. The missing piece of the prophecy were assembled before his eyes and he hoped that it was all just a nightmare.

She stepped in front of him and looked at him directly in the eyes. "If you have a last request, I suggest you say it now." When he panicked but didn't say anything, she shrugged. "Oh well, goodbye Giles." She turned her back on him and took Spike's hand. He kissed her gently and tucked her firmly under his arm. Faith, Drusilla, Spike and Willow got out of the watcher's appartement, leaving Angelus behind. It was only fair to let him finish what he had already started two years ago at the mansion.

The redhead closed the door just in time to see Angelus starting his 'game' with Giles. She walked away, smiling as she heard the screams behind her. Now that the watcher was gone, the Scoobies didn't stand a chance. Their source of informations was gone and Angel wasn't there anymore to protect poor Buffy. [Better look out, old friends, because Red is back in town.]