Giles slammed his hands down on the desk in front of Amy. He was getting tired of the girl's foolish need to refuse reversal of the love spell.
"Listen to me, you need to change things back or else..." however, he didn't need to finish his thought.
Feeling a distinct change in the air, Giles turned around. It was as if the air were humming with magic. He heard a groan behind him and saw a human Buffy.
"Does anyone have some cheese?" she whispered, swaying slightly.
"Buffy? How do you feel?" Giles asked hurriedly.
"Like I was just a rat. And, in love with Xander?" she shook her head. "I need rest."
"So safe it is safe to say the spell has been officially reversed?" Giles asked anxiously.
"Guess so," Amy added.
Giles let out a sigh he had been holding. "Then everything worked out fine. Everyone's going to be okay after all."
The dirt surrounded the still bodies of Xander Harris and Willow Rosenburg. The dirt engulfed every possible opening around their motion bodies, not that it mattered anymore for they were already dead.
Three vampires loomed over the mounds of dirt with interest. The insane brunette sensed the movement only moments before the redhead shot up from underneath the earth. Pircing green eyes wide, Willow looked at her new surrounds. Her hair had been a deep red as a mortal, but now shone with new color against her pale flesh.
Willow's newly focusing eyes picked up more details then she had even dreamed possible while her new ears differentiated the tinniest of sounds. All of this happened as newfound scents attacked her nostrils.
Feeling the ground that she was still sitting upon shift, Willow brought her gaze to Xander. His brown eyes- once soft, compassionate, and understanding- were lethal looking and hard. They seemed to be sizing her up before turning their attention to the others in the room.
"They're up!" a happy voice sang from in front of Willow.
"At last," a darker one answered.
"Don't be mean to our new children," the first, Drusilla, scolded.
Angelus just glared at her for a moment before turning back to the newly made vampires. "Hungry?"
Willow slowly nodded. Everything in her was screaming for food. Blood, actually.
"Good, I feel like a hunt. You'll have to work for you're food but that just adds to the taste," Angelus was saying with a wicked glint in his sparkling brown eyes. The sparkling brown eyes of her sire.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Xander questioned his voice slightly more confident than when he had been human.
"Nothing," came Angelus' curt answer. "The four of us will leave right away."
"Four?" cried the outraged vampire Willow had hardly noticed. He turned his bleached blonde head to Angelus. "What's that supposed to mean, mate?"
"You're not coming, Spike," Angelus easily answered. Quick, simple, to the point. Willow admired her sire more by the second.
"There's no need for some disabled vampire in a wheelchair. How are we supposed to kill with you like that?" Xander agreed in disgust.
"I don't believe this. I don't bleeding believe this. What do you think I'm going to do while you're all out having fun?"
"Bored now," Willow sighed, using her vocal cords for the first time since her death.
She noticed with little interest that they vibrated slightly different now. What she did take great interest in, however, was her sire's proud grin at her comment.
"Don't worry, Spike, dear," Drusilla crooned. "You can always hurt the other girl. The human in chains who screams nasty comments I shalln't repeat. It wouldn't be proper," the crazy vampire insisted.
"Cordelia?" came Xander's surprised voice.
"I didn't like her. She was no fun, played with toys that should have been mine," Willow cut in.
Even though, she now remembered she didn't want Xander, Willow still felt rage towards the other girl. She still felt like Cordelia had stolen something that could have- or should have- belonged to her.
"I thought about how much you seemed to dislike her so got her for you," Angelus answered.
Willow tilted her head to the side in confusion. "For me? When I don't like her? A kill?" she asked now getting excited. But was disappointed to see her sire shake his head. "Then why?" she asked softly, almost like a child.
"Well that is what we have torture tools for," Angelus supplied, brown eyes twinkling evilly.
Willow allowed her smile to match his.
"Listen to me, you need to change things back or else..." however, he didn't need to finish his thought.
Feeling a distinct change in the air, Giles turned around. It was as if the air were humming with magic. He heard a groan behind him and saw a human Buffy.
"Does anyone have some cheese?" she whispered, swaying slightly.
"Buffy? How do you feel?" Giles asked hurriedly.
"Like I was just a rat. And, in love with Xander?" she shook her head. "I need rest."
"So safe it is safe to say the spell has been officially reversed?" Giles asked anxiously.
"Guess so," Amy added.
Giles let out a sigh he had been holding. "Then everything worked out fine. Everyone's going to be okay after all."
The dirt surrounded the still bodies of Xander Harris and Willow Rosenburg. The dirt engulfed every possible opening around their motion bodies, not that it mattered anymore for they were already dead.
Three vampires loomed over the mounds of dirt with interest. The insane brunette sensed the movement only moments before the redhead shot up from underneath the earth. Pircing green eyes wide, Willow looked at her new surrounds. Her hair had been a deep red as a mortal, but now shone with new color against her pale flesh.
Willow's newly focusing eyes picked up more details then she had even dreamed possible while her new ears differentiated the tinniest of sounds. All of this happened as newfound scents attacked her nostrils.
Feeling the ground that she was still sitting upon shift, Willow brought her gaze to Xander. His brown eyes- once soft, compassionate, and understanding- were lethal looking and hard. They seemed to be sizing her up before turning their attention to the others in the room.
"They're up!" a happy voice sang from in front of Willow.
"At last," a darker one answered.
"Don't be mean to our new children," the first, Drusilla, scolded.
Angelus just glared at her for a moment before turning back to the newly made vampires. "Hungry?"
Willow slowly nodded. Everything in her was screaming for food. Blood, actually.
"Good, I feel like a hunt. You'll have to work for you're food but that just adds to the taste," Angelus was saying with a wicked glint in his sparkling brown eyes. The sparkling brown eyes of her sire.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Xander questioned his voice slightly more confident than when he had been human.
"Nothing," came Angelus' curt answer. "The four of us will leave right away."
"Four?" cried the outraged vampire Willow had hardly noticed. He turned his bleached blonde head to Angelus. "What's that supposed to mean, mate?"
"You're not coming, Spike," Angelus easily answered. Quick, simple, to the point. Willow admired her sire more by the second.
"There's no need for some disabled vampire in a wheelchair. How are we supposed to kill with you like that?" Xander agreed in disgust.
"I don't believe this. I don't bleeding believe this. What do you think I'm going to do while you're all out having fun?"
"Bored now," Willow sighed, using her vocal cords for the first time since her death.
She noticed with little interest that they vibrated slightly different now. What she did take great interest in, however, was her sire's proud grin at her comment.
"Don't worry, Spike, dear," Drusilla crooned. "You can always hurt the other girl. The human in chains who screams nasty comments I shalln't repeat. It wouldn't be proper," the crazy vampire insisted.
"Cordelia?" came Xander's surprised voice.
"I didn't like her. She was no fun, played with toys that should have been mine," Willow cut in.
Even though, she now remembered she didn't want Xander, Willow still felt rage towards the other girl. She still felt like Cordelia had stolen something that could have- or should have- belonged to her.
"I thought about how much you seemed to dislike her so got her for you," Angelus answered.
Willow tilted her head to the side in confusion. "For me? When I don't like her? A kill?" she asked now getting excited. But was disappointed to see her sire shake his head. "Then why?" she asked softly, almost like a child.
"Well that is what we have torture tools for," Angelus supplied, brown eyes twinkling evilly.
Willow allowed her smile to match his.