Author: Hope
E-mail: xForgottenTearsx@aol.com
Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/delusional_youth
Rated: PG - 13
Disclaimer: I made up my own character! Finally! I am oh so proud!! (Shane!!!) But everyone else belongs to the wonderful mind of Joss Whedon (and Mutant Enemy)
Description: This is a Dawn/Connor story, Buffy/Spike story, Fred/Gunn, Xander/Anya and unless I go completely insane there will be no Angel/Cordy, there will be a friendship at most. Buffy and Dawn go to L.A. so that Dawn can complete something for school. Chaos ensues. This story contains everything from the Shanshu to Mr. Shifty! Please read and review :) I'd also like to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews. I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to update the story in so long, but my computer had crashed and I lost everything so i had to get all of my files back up and running before I even thought about FF.N. Next chapter is expected to be up by Wed. :)
"Shane." The female vampire that had been leading the slayer and her team to Drusilla's room called.
Turning away from the vampire, Shane walked over to Drusilla, placing a hand on her bare shoulder. "They're here." He whispered.
The vampiress turned to face him. A dark smile was spread upon her lips, she had known that they were coming. They had gotten the perfect bait. Now she would be able to stop it from happening. She wouldn't let the filth infest her darling childe as it had Angelus.
For once, she knew what she was doing. "Lets bring them in then." She smiled, pushing Shane away and walking towards the front of the room.
Shane moved his hand, signaling the two vampires to open up the doors in front of them.
Standing int he middle of the hallway, he first saw a young girl in her early twenties with a crossbow to the clerk's heart. She must have been the slayer. She had long blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders, a pale blue blouse that matched her blue jean hiphuggers. She was prettier than the last slayer.
To her left was a tall man, vampire. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes that were full of sadness, depression. He carried only a sword in his right hand. To his left was a teenage boy, no older than the girl that they had taken captive. But there was something strange about this child. He carried a battle axe in his arms and was searching the room for the girl, while at the same time staying aware of who was in front of him.
To the right of the slayer was the man that Shane did not want to meet. The reason why he had been forced to come there. William the bloody. His roots showing from his usually platinum blonde hair, the vampire was only armed with a stake. "Hello, my pet." Drusilla said, taking two steps in front of Shane, walking towards Spike."
"Hello, Dru." Spike said, scanning the room for Dawn.
"Are you looking for the little girl?" She asked, sounding as innocent as she had once been before she was a vampire.
"Yea, dru. That would be why we're here." He said sarcastically. Looking to his left to see Buffy extremely agitated and ready to take on the whole nest of vampires herself, Spike looked back at Drusilla. "Show her to us, Dru. Show us the lil' bit."
"Is that what you call her?" Drusilla asked Spike, now walking back over to Shane, whispering something into his ear.
The vampire nodded at her silent request and walked over to a door located in the back of the room and opened it. Pulling out the girl that had been locked inside, Shane shoved Dawn onto the ground with great force.
"Dawn!" Buffy and Connor yelled at the same time. But while Connor stayed next to his father, Buffy ran over to Dawn, helping her up and checking to see that she was okay.
"Buffy!" A muffled sound came from Dawn's mouth as Buffy attempted to take out the hankerchief.
Once she had been able to get it out of her sister's mouth, Angel, Connor and Spike had joined Buffy, surrounding her and Dawn. "Dawn, what is it? Are you alright? What happened? We're going to kill her." Buffy began to ramble as everyone forgot about the 10 + vampires in the same room as them.
"NO! We have to leave!" Dawn yelled, looking at her sister. "She wants you." She said, looking at Spike. "We can't let her get you. We can't let her get either of you!" She raged.
Thats when the other vampires attacked.
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"Wonder how they're doing in there..." Xander wondered aloud, looking down the hallway that they had disappeared into only minutes ago.
"They're fine." Fred said, looking over all the monitors that were located behind the desk. "They're kind of just standing there, really." She said, studying the screen with the picture of the room that the slayer and her companions were located in.
"I don't like standing here, playing guard!" Xander yelled, worried about his friends. He didnt' care what the security camera said about what was happening. He had a feeling that something was going to happen soon, something bad.
Well the feeling was probably just his extreme case of paranoia but hey, living on the hellmouth had taught the 21 year old construction worker to trust his paranoia. "Neither do I." Anya said, studying her shoes with a frown on her face.
"What do you think of these shoes?" She asked Lorne who was sitting in a chair next to her.
"Designer, very expensive, but just don't work with the outfit." He replied bluntly. He had something against vengeance demons. One of them had turned his friend Charley into a chaos demon, something that was *not* pleasant to look at.
"Yea, I'm going to go change. Be back in a sec!" Anya said, disapearing with a flash.
"What the..."
"Hell?" Gunn finished Fred's sentence, staring in awe at the place where Anya had just been standing.
"She's a vengeance demon." Xander replied thoughtlessly while continuing to pace back and forth.
"Oh, now that explains it." Gunn replied, still confused.
"Guys!" Fred yelled, staring at the monitor. "I think they need our help!" She yelled again, picking up a crossbow and running down the hall. Xander was already halfway down when Gunn and Lorne had begun to follow them, desperately trying to catch up.
"There we go!" Anya said cheerfully, appearing back in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart. "Much better..." She said, looking around noticing that everyone was gone. "Where'd they go..."
- - - - -
"Wow." Willow replied to Oz's story. "Thats like...you've been to Japan! I've always wanted to go to Japan." She laughed, twisting the piece of grass in her hands.
"Yeah." Oz said. "Pretty cool over there." He hadn't realized how much he had missed Willow over the last three years. It seemed that no matter how much she had claimed to change, even if she had killed a person, she was still Willow.
"When I was in highschool I planned on moving to Japan, I wanted to work for the guys that make those games, Final Fantasy....did I mention this was when I was still in highschool?" Willow asked, feeling slightly embarrassed. She knew that she could say anything to Oz and she loved him for it. Loved him? Yes, she did love him, but not the way she once thought she did. She had loved Tara, she still loved Tara.
When they had first gotten involved, Willow didn't know what she was doing. There had been so many thoughts and emotions running through her head that she wasn't even sure what she had wanted. But unlike Buffy and Xander, who now had their own lives and their own lovers, Willow was alone and Tara was there to help her.
Tara had always been there for her. But no, Willow wasn't able to be there. She had failed Tara, just like she failed everyone else.
"Willow?" Oz asked, realizing that Willow had grown quiet and her hands were digging into the grass in front of her. The grass was turning black, as though it had been burnt.
"GILES!" Oz yelled, afraid to move. "Giles! Someone! Help!!" He yelled again, this time standing up and cupping his hands in front of his mouth to help his voice travel further.
Crouching back down next to her, Oz grabbed onto Willow's shoulders. "Willow." He said trying to calm both of them down. Fur was beginning to appear on his hands, but then changed back to normal.
"What happened!" Giles asked, running over to Oz and Willow with three members of the coven following.
"We were, we were talking and then...." He said.
"Willow?" Giles asked, sitting next to her as Oz stood up, looking down on her helpless.
"I failed her Giles...I failed...I don't want to fail again!" Willow cried, when the touch of her hands left the ground, it appeared as it had before she had touched it. The grass was now green, as it had been before it touched it. It was no longer the black scorched color.
"No, no you didnt." He said calmly, hugging her and letting her let her pain out.
It seemed she still had a long way to go in order to recover.
- - - - -
"Hello?" Anya asked again, unable to accept that they had
just left her there. "Well why of course they just left me here!" She
said to herself, realizing her ignorance. "He left me at the altar, why not just
leave me at Wolfram and frickin Hart."
"Hello?"
Noticing the man now standing in front of the doors in the front of the lobby, Anya turned to face him in order to give him her full attention. "Excuse me, I'm in the middle of a panic attack here and I'm pretty sure that there are a bunch of vampires getting slayed down the hall!" Realizing what she had just said. "Thats it! They're over there!" Anya exclaimed, figuring out why they had left. "By the way, we're closed." Anya said while disapearing.
After Anya had disapeared from Westley's sight, he stood there for a moment to try and figure out what had just happened. "Xander picks the strangest women..." He muttered under his breathe as he ran off into the direction where all of the noise was coming from.
It was a wonder that Anya hadn't heard all of the fighting from where she was standing, Westley had been able to hear it from outside.