Chapter Three
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"Wait here, please."
"I'm coming with you." Buffy stated.
"I'm afraid that's not possible..." Buffy was about to argue so Lialah changed tactics, "...the ceremony is very specific and we don't want to take that chance now do we?"
Buffy raised an eyebrow at the condecending tone, "When?"
"When what?"
"When do I get to see him?" She bit out angrily.
Lialah opened the door infront of them and led Buffy into the surprisingly comfortable, apartment-like room. However, it was lost on the slayer. "He'll be brought here."
"How long?"
"Night fall." Lialah closed the door with both hands leaving Buffy to sit and wait, alone with her memories.
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"Buffy?" The ex-cheerleader jumped around from behind her desk at the sudden arrival of a long-since-last-seen friend.
"Where is he?"
Cordelia frowned, gasping when Buffy finally met her eyes at the pain she saw in them. "I..uh, I'll just go get him." She whispered.
"Buffy?"
The slayer looked up at the souled vampire who was no more than a meter in front of her.
"I need to go to Wolfram and Heart."
"What? Why?!" Angel was alarmed, reaching out to touch her arm, concerned by her haggard appearance and strange request.
Buffy dodged his touch, "I kil..." She stopped unable to form the words as her tears began again. Angel frowned, trying to draw her to him as he was accustomed to when she was in pain but she pushed him away.
"No!" She stepped back, "They brought Darla back and so they can bring him back too."
Angel gasped, finally understanding the painfull feeling that had been nagging at him for the past few days, "Spike?" He gasped.
"I want him back." She whispered.
"Buffy, I don't think you know what you're saying."
"Don't patronise me, Angel! You do it all the fucking time and I'm sick of it!" She screeched at him in capital letters, running over his last few words.
"I'm not..." The vampire tried again, only to be interupted by the slayers heartfelt whisper.
"I never ask anything of you. You always do what you think is best, no matter what I want."
"Buffy..." Angel murmured painfully.
"NO! I. WANT. HIM. BACK."
"WHY?! He's a souless vampire, Buffy, just because he's got a chip doesn't make him good."
"Well, maybe I don't need him good, maybe I just need him....I need him back."
"You're in love with him?"
She didn't deny or accept it, just spoke in a deadly quiet voice. "I want him back. Now."
"Fine." Angel whispered, moving out of the room to make the necessary calls. He stopped at her parting words, his soul freezing over.
"I don't care what you have to do."
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The large create was wheeled into the centre of the power filled room and the deciples surrounded it.
Lialah smiled, this was going to be so much easier since they already had the ashes. She sighed, remembering all the shit that not having Darla's ashes had caused. She winced as the lighting struck the cage and the hooded figures began to chant in unpronouncable tongues.
She checked her watch, two minutes to midnight. This was going to be over sooner than she'd thought.
Suddenly, thunder crashed around them, shaking the foundations of the walls. They heard a thud inside the cage and as one the cloaked figures whispered the completing word of the spell and disappeared.
The brunette smiled and walked to the cage as her 'lackeys', for want of a better word, cleared up after the enchantment. She smiled in through the bars at the panting naked man curled in the corner.
Chapter Four ==
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"Wait here, please."
"I'm coming with you." Buffy stated.
"I'm afraid that's not possible..." Buffy was about to argue so Lialah changed tactics, "...the ceremony is very specific and we don't want to take that chance now do we?"
Buffy raised an eyebrow at the condecending tone, "When?"
"When what?"
"When do I get to see him?" She bit out angrily.
Lialah opened the door infront of them and led Buffy into the surprisingly comfortable, apartment-like room. However, it was lost on the slayer. "He'll be brought here."
"How long?"
"Night fall." Lialah closed the door with both hands leaving Buffy to sit and wait, alone with her memories.
---
"Buffy?" The ex-cheerleader jumped around from behind her desk at the sudden arrival of a long-since-last-seen friend.
"Where is he?"
Cordelia frowned, gasping when Buffy finally met her eyes at the pain she saw in them. "I..uh, I'll just go get him." She whispered.
"Buffy?"
The slayer looked up at the souled vampire who was no more than a meter in front of her.
"I need to go to Wolfram and Heart."
"What? Why?!" Angel was alarmed, reaching out to touch her arm, concerned by her haggard appearance and strange request.
Buffy dodged his touch, "I kil..." She stopped unable to form the words as her tears began again. Angel frowned, trying to draw her to him as he was accustomed to when she was in pain but she pushed him away.
"No!" She stepped back, "They brought Darla back and so they can bring him back too."
Angel gasped, finally understanding the painfull feeling that had been nagging at him for the past few days, "Spike?" He gasped.
"I want him back." She whispered.
"Buffy, I don't think you know what you're saying."
"Don't patronise me, Angel! You do it all the fucking time and I'm sick of it!" She screeched at him in capital letters, running over his last few words.
"I'm not..." The vampire tried again, only to be interupted by the slayers heartfelt whisper.
"I never ask anything of you. You always do what you think is best, no matter what I want."
"Buffy..." Angel murmured painfully.
"NO! I. WANT. HIM. BACK."
"WHY?! He's a souless vampire, Buffy, just because he's got a chip doesn't make him good."
"Well, maybe I don't need him good, maybe I just need him....I need him back."
"You're in love with him?"
She didn't deny or accept it, just spoke in a deadly quiet voice. "I want him back. Now."
"Fine." Angel whispered, moving out of the room to make the necessary calls. He stopped at her parting words, his soul freezing over.
"I don't care what you have to do."
---
The large create was wheeled into the centre of the power filled room and the deciples surrounded it.
Lialah smiled, this was going to be so much easier since they already had the ashes. She sighed, remembering all the shit that not having Darla's ashes had caused. She winced as the lighting struck the cage and the hooded figures began to chant in unpronouncable tongues.
She checked her watch, two minutes to midnight. This was going to be over sooner than she'd thought.
Suddenly, thunder crashed around them, shaking the foundations of the walls. They heard a thud inside the cage and as one the cloaked figures whispered the completing word of the spell and disappeared.
The brunette smiled and walked to the cage as her 'lackeys', for want of a better word, cleared up after the enchantment. She smiled in through the bars at the panting naked man curled in the corner.
Chapter Four ==