Chapter Two
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"Miss Summers?"
The woman's voice jolted Buffy from her memories and the slayer raised her eyes to Lialah's.
"It's just about ready. Now, if the matter of bill could be discussed..."
"What?"
"Buffy..." The lawyer began but changed tactics at the slayer's sharp look, "Miss Summers, a request of this magnitute cannot be under-taken by Wolfram and Heart without some sort of compensation being paid, I'm sure you can understand this."
"Angel will deal with it." She answered and the lawyer raised a delicate brow but nodded business-woman like.
"Very good. If you'll come with me."
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"I want him back."
The entire room of occupants turned to the sound of the slayer's voice, gravely though it was. Her throat was parched from not having drank anything in three days and her eyes were lifeless and sunk back into her skull somewhat from the lack of food.
"Buffy, I hate to break it to ya..." Xander began but Buffy cut him off sharply.
"Shut up, Xander! Or get out of my house 'cause I don't give a fuck what you have to say." Xander shot her a pained look and appeared to be about to retort but quietened at the tears that shot to her eyes.
Buffy swallowed heavily, "I want him back. Now. I have a watcher, two witches and a thousand year old demon. One of you knows how to do it and I want it done now."
Everyone was speachless. The room was silent for several minutes before Giles spoke, "Buffy, are you sure its what you want."
"I'm not going to repeat myself again, Giles."
The watcher inhaled sharply at her swift comment but nodded. "I..uh, didn't think you'd want to hear this but Darla was ressurected."
"What?" Willow asked, but Buffy said nothing, the news not new to her.
"Who did it." Buffy spoke curtly.
"A-a-acording to Wesley, a lawyers firm....a Wolfram and Heart."
"Lawyer's firm? Bringing back the dead?" Willow questioned.
"Sure, they've been around for centuries - not just on this plane." Anya put in.
"I'm going to LA tonight." Buffy stated and turned without another word to grab her ever-packed slayer-emergency overnight bag. She dashed to her room and carefully placed the glass container inbetween her clothing.
She came downstairs and into the kitchen to see her watcher hangin up the phone, "Giles, I have to..." Her voice cracked with tears.
Giles's own eyes filled with sorrow and he nodded, "I know, I've booked the flight, it's in half an hour."
"Thank you."
Chapter Three ==
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"Miss Summers?"
The woman's voice jolted Buffy from her memories and the slayer raised her eyes to Lialah's.
"It's just about ready. Now, if the matter of bill could be discussed..."
"What?"
"Buffy..." The lawyer began but changed tactics at the slayer's sharp look, "Miss Summers, a request of this magnitute cannot be under-taken by Wolfram and Heart without some sort of compensation being paid, I'm sure you can understand this."
"Angel will deal with it." She answered and the lawyer raised a delicate brow but nodded business-woman like.
"Very good. If you'll come with me."
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"I want him back."
The entire room of occupants turned to the sound of the slayer's voice, gravely though it was. Her throat was parched from not having drank anything in three days and her eyes were lifeless and sunk back into her skull somewhat from the lack of food.
"Buffy, I hate to break it to ya..." Xander began but Buffy cut him off sharply.
"Shut up, Xander! Or get out of my house 'cause I don't give a fuck what you have to say." Xander shot her a pained look and appeared to be about to retort but quietened at the tears that shot to her eyes.
Buffy swallowed heavily, "I want him back. Now. I have a watcher, two witches and a thousand year old demon. One of you knows how to do it and I want it done now."
Everyone was speachless. The room was silent for several minutes before Giles spoke, "Buffy, are you sure its what you want."
"I'm not going to repeat myself again, Giles."
The watcher inhaled sharply at her swift comment but nodded. "I..uh, didn't think you'd want to hear this but Darla was ressurected."
"What?" Willow asked, but Buffy said nothing, the news not new to her.
"Who did it." Buffy spoke curtly.
"A-a-acording to Wesley, a lawyers firm....a Wolfram and Heart."
"Lawyer's firm? Bringing back the dead?" Willow questioned.
"Sure, they've been around for centuries - not just on this plane." Anya put in.
"I'm going to LA tonight." Buffy stated and turned without another word to grab her ever-packed slayer-emergency overnight bag. She dashed to her room and carefully placed the glass container inbetween her clothing.
She came downstairs and into the kitchen to see her watcher hangin up the phone, "Giles, I have to..." Her voice cracked with tears.
Giles's own eyes filled with sorrow and he nodded, "I know, I've booked the flight, it's in half an hour."
"Thank you."
Chapter Three ==