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Hello, gentle readers! Here is my second installment of Usagi in Sunnydale. If it gets a little hard to understand the actual Buffy plot I use in each chapter, I get all my source material from BuffyGuide.com. Each title of my chapters corrospond to the episode title. Any questions? E-mail me at goddess@orbweaver.org
EPISODE TWO: PANGS
She watched the man that had saved her as he stumbled around the streets of a town, looking very depressed and very strange. Luckily she wasn't getting as many odd looks as he was, the man had lent her his coat to cover her wings. She suppossed this was a good thing as she had yet to notice any one else with wings like she had. The winged-woman wished she could remember what was normal, or remember anything at all for that matter. As far as she knew her life had began in the woodland area she had first seen her savior at. After that it had been the crazy people who poked at her before leading her to a cell.
*My first hours of life were of extreme depression and pain,* she sighed. Then she looked at her saviour staggering about, covered in a tatty blanket. She concluded that he was apparently going through something worse and wondered if she could help him. That thought was shunt aside as she realized she couldn't even understand his language. *I wonder what my language is?* She sighed again before trying to snap herself out of it. After all she was alive, not in a cold, too bright cell and probally better off than the man in front of her.
"Oftph!" Her air exploded out of her with force as she ran into the man who had come to a complete stop. She looked up to see what the problem was and noticed he was staring longingly at three other men eating someone. She went to go ahead of him when suddenly the sight she had just seen caught up with the rest of her brain. The angel started to go help that poor person when her savior pulled her away, obviously even more upset as he once again started jabbering at her. She nodded here and there to try and show she was listening and began to think on how she had apparently fallen into very bad company.
She tripped over a park bench as the very bad company suddenly stopped, his face alight with an idea. When she got back to her feet she saw her savior running off and with a sigh followed him, what else could she do? She caught up with him as he entered a tomb and sat on the ground to wait for him. No way was she ever going to go in another one of those! As she sat, the angel could think of no better thing to do than break down in tears. She was hungry, her head still hurt slightly (though she couldn't remember what had caused the ache) and she was dirty, her flimsy white dress in tatters as part of the bottom had been used to bandage her head. So she sat and waited for her savior to come out and cried and cried and cried.
As Spike fled his ex-lovers tomb, he reflected on what bad luck he'd been having lately, bloody hell, Harmony wouldn't even give him a bite to eat. *Bloody bad luck,* the vampire thought as he came outside to a sobbing angel. How did he get into these things he wondered as he looked at the girl who along with the slayer had messed up his life. *What the hell could be wrong with her,* he thought, ignoring the million reasons that answered his question. Bloody chit had ruined his life! He started to leave her when he realized that her sobs had stopped and she was looking at him with her trusting eyes once more. *Oh bloody hell, not the eye thing again* He sighed and looked around before motioning the winged-woman to follow him. *Maybe if she gets fed I can ponder my revenge in peace.* With that the vampire and angel went to go steal some food.
Not knowing any where else to take her, Spike led the girl to Willy's bar, hoping that the bar owner would have some sort of food that could be fed to her. When they got there, Spike motioned for the angel to stay hidden behind some boxes while he went in the back way. No point in the whole town seeing him.
He fortunitely caught Willy in the back room, obviously trying to hide from a patron.
"Spike!" yelped the little greasy man before he caught himself and whispered "Spike, what are you doing back in town? I thought you had just left!"
"Oh wouldn't you have just loved that," Spike growled, getting a kick out of still being able to scare someone even without his bite. "Anyway I need some blood and some food." At Willy's questioning though still scared glance, he added, "I've got a hostage that I need to keep alive and Drusilla's not feeling good. She refuses to eat." He hoped the mention of Drusilla would stop any further questioning about needing bagged blood. There was no need for the bar owner or anyone for that matter to know about his problem. It obviously worked as Willy focused on another line of thought.
"Oh, one of the slayers friends?" asked the man, a scared look coming over his face at the thought of Buffy coming to his bar to beat info from him.
"Maybe. Now go or do you want me to get some of my boys in here to get it for me," the vampire said, a sly look coming over his face. Why look weak?
"No, No, that's not necessary!" With that Willy went to go get the blood and food. Spike waited and wondered if the angel would be alive when he got back, ignoring the sound of Willy trying to quick talk his way out of being beaten from the patron he'd been hiding from. Five minutes later, a slightly roughed up bar owner came back with the goods.
As the little man put the stuff in a box the vampire distracted himself by questioning him.
"So, what's with the little soldier boys stampeding around here?"
"No one knows anything but the fact that those who get taken by them never return. Some are actually hoping the slayer will go stomp them into the ground!"
"So Slutty doesn't have anything to do with them, huh?" Well damn, that could cause a kink in his plans. The box filled, the vampire decided to leave before he revealed his weakness. "Thanks mate, put it on my tab!" Spike grabbed the bags of blood and the box of food before quickly exiting the room. *A young virgin, Willy's trying to keep on my good side*
He got outside and quickly drained the bags dry before looking to see if the angel was alive after being left alone in a dark alley. Obviously she was as the daft chit began poking her fingers at his 'game face', her own filled with curiousity. Spike swatted her hand aside and gave her the carton of food. Her face filled with happiness when she opened the package to find a hamburger and some fries. They were cold but she didn't care. In her happiness, the petite angel squealed and threw her arms around the stunned vampire in a short embrace before sitting on the floor of the alley to eat contendedly.
Spike, still stunned from the hug ( just who the hell hugs a bad ass vampire) watched with even more shock and amusement as the angel inhaled the food and then looked at him in disgruntlement. "Alright little one, tomorrow we will go to the watchers and see about getting some answers and some more food."
Spike looked out into the sunlit sky from the door of the tomb he and the angel had spent the day in. Oh she had been upset at that, if the glares she had sent him before falling asleep huddled in a corner were any indication. Probally not what she was used to. Spike spent a moment pondering whether or not angels slept on clouds in Heaven and then another wondering if she would ever learn his language so he could ask her. *What did those blokes want with an angel anyway, and why did they run when she appeared?* His thoughts were cut off as the angel stumbled past him and out of the tomb, yawning and stretching. Hell, sleeping in a tomb or not, she was the hardest person to wake up. The vampire had contemplated leaving her there before remembering that the angel could be part of the reason he couldn't bite anymore.
Meanwhile the problem in question was still mad at her savior for his rude awakening technique which involved screaming directly in her sensistive ears and tugging painfully on her hair (which had given the vampire a mild ache in his head but not much else he had noted). She resolved that if he did not lead her to food and clean clothes soon, she was setting out on her own no matter the problems that would create. She looked down at her self and fought off a grin of amusement at the sight she must be, her head still wrapped in a lopsided bandage, her hair down and dragging on the ground, part of her dress gone and what was left covered in dirt and blood, smothered in a black coat several sizes to big for her. She frowned and thought to herself that she was not supposed to find this funny, this was depressing and she would treat the situation with the despair it deserved.
Seeing the direction of her gaze and noticing a look which promised tears in the near future, Spike quickly grabbed her arm and began to lead her to the Watchers house, carefully covering himself up in the tatty blanket once more. The pair arrived at the house after an hour of stumbling around due to Spike not being able to look up much. When they reached the door, the vampire straightened himself as much as possible before knocking on the door, the angel, her wings still covered, hovering and half hiding behind him.
Giles was just beginning to try and get his slayer to see reason (imagine, wanting to bake a pie when everyone else in the house is fighting) when they heard the door. Buffy went to answer the door and the whole house suddenly shut up when they heard her say "Spike" in suprise.
"Hello, Slayer. Let me in." He stood in the doorway trying to look cocky.
Buffy looked at him wondering if he'd gone off his rocker before saying no and started to close the door. That probally would have been that except that the angel, trying to look around Spike to see what was going on, accidently stepped on a corner of the too big coat. She tripped and knocked into Spike who not expecting it fell with her atop him into the house. Spike, shocked at what had just happened just lay there as the whole house suddenly began to arm themselves. Realizing his danger in time he lept up and grabbed Willow.
Using her as a shield he quickly tried to persuade the angry and frightened group to not kill him. "Relax, I couldn't do anything to the chit anyway. These commando's got a hold of me and now I can't bite or hurt anyone anymore, see?" He then proceeded to demonstrate, shifting to game face and plunging his fangs toward Willows neck before the pain hit him sending him to the floor, groaning in agony. Despite the obvious pain he had been in, choosing Willow to demonstrate on still almost got him killed, except the small woman wearing his duster went over to Spike to see what was wrong, effectively blocking the group from dusting him.
"Do we dust her, too?" asked Xander, who was all in favor of going through anything to get to the blond vampire. After all, the woman had large bumps protruding underneath the coat, definately giving the impression that she must be a monster as well. Or would have, if the creature hadn't turned at that moment to plead with the group to help her and her savior. Large innocent blue eyes stunned the group into not attacking. How could they hurt someone so obviously pure and good. Spike, recovering from the pain, looked up at the dazed group standing in a half circle around him and the angel. *Good, at least I'm not the only one affected.* His mind quickly came up with a way to use this to his advantage.
"At least let this poor dear get cleaned up. She was taken and injured by those damn soldiers too." Putting a concerned look on his face he glanced at the angel and mentally tried to coerce her into turning up the juice behind her puppy-dog look. The angel must have somehow heard him (actually she sensed a chance to clean up and eat if these people felt sorry for her) because suddenly she looked twice as forlorn and downtrodden as before. "I'll even let you tie me up while she's upstairs." At the groups weakening stances, he spiced the deal. "Don't you want to find out about those soldiers?"
That did the trick as a cooing Willow and Anya gently led the angel upstairs to the bathroom, both talking over her head about the blood and the makeshift bandage that must cover a horrible wound.Meanwhile, Giles, Buffy, and Xander manhandled (well, Xander being sick he just kinda directed) the vampire to a chair and tied him up. Soon Willow and Anya returned and Spike began to relate what he knew of the soldiers and of their lab, not saying much about the girl beyond how he had rescued her.
The angel was in bliss. Once she had figured out the shower, she took a long time in getting cleaned up, shampoeing her hair twice with a sweet smelling gel (left over there by Buffy) and tryed to get as much of her wings as she could. Toweling off as much of the water from her long silvery hair as she could she put on the much abused dress and went down to the living room a much happier person, at least till she spotted her savior tied up to a chair with just the man with glasses and one of the blond girls in the room.
Buffy and Giles were treated to the suprise of their lives as the most beautiful ( if still rather dirty) being they'd ever seen ran into the room and began yelling at them in a strange language they'd never heard. She hovered in the air as her silvery wings beat in an agitated rymthm. The three people in the room stared in awe at the angel, well Spike caught himself after a moment and smirked at the expressions of the two beside him. Giles started to ask about her when two things happened, one the angel hit her head on the ceiling and fell to the ground which was lucky as not seconds afterwards an arrow flew through the room and bounced off the thanksgiving centerpiece on the table.
Buffy looked out the window and saw Hus, the Indian spirit who was killing people to get revenge for his tribe. The girl tried to offer her apologies for their deaths when more arrows whizzed through the room. Giles and Buffy ducked while the angel took refuge behind Spike's chair just as an arrow pierced his chest, almost hitting his heart.
In the midst of Buffy and Giles trying to get to the weapons, the phone rang and Giles reflectively picked it up. After listening to Angel (the bloodsucking one, not the flying one)for a moment, the Watcher said, "Yes, that's obvious. We've got arrows flying around the room. Get over here now!" Giles hung up the phone and took a crossbow, beginning to fire back with Buffy.
Meanwhile, Spike was picking up more arrows. The angel crouching behind his chair saw this and looked around for something to protect him. Seeing nothing of use, the angel dragged him and his chair into the kitchen, hiding him behind the counter before starting to undo his ropes. Then the fight turned ugly as warriors burst into the house.
At first she didn't notice the warrior behind her in the kitchen, but then realized that an enemy was there when the arrow entered her wing. Her face flashed in pain and Spike expectantly waited for her to burst into tears. Instead her face became determined and he watched in suprise as the angels dress suddenly repaired and cleaned itself and her hair, which had been down ever since she had put on the bandage, arranged itself in the odd hairstyle he'd seen in the park. He caught a glimce of a small cresent moon that started to glow on her forehead before the petite creature turned around, and shook her finger at the Indian spirit.
The angel was shocked and appalled at the actions of the Indian who had shot her. She hadn't done anything to them! The spirit at least had the decency to look ashamed, she thought as the Indian hung his head before turning to go find another to hit. The angel grabbed a rolling pin and bonked the spirit on the head, knocking him unconcious. She turned back to the task of undoing her saviors ropes, not noticing that she had been the only one to hurt any of the Indians in the house underseige. Spike meawhile was torn between shock and amusement, a state that he found himself becoming quite familiar with around the angel.
His ropes now untied, Spike and the angel peered carefully over the counter just as the main Hus turned himself into a bear.
"A bear. You made a bear!" Spike yelled at Buffy.
"I didn't mean to do it!" She yelled back, before noticing that Spike was no longer tied up. She was about to comment when the horrified vampire shouted,
"Undo it! Undo it!" Her attention now back on the bear, Buffy quickly engaged the bear in combat, getting thrown around quite alot. Xander grabbed the rolls and began to distract it by throwing them at it, shouting, "Hey gentle Ben, over here!" With the bear sufficiently distracted, Buffy stabbed it and watched with relief as the warriors disapated into a green mist and disappeared.
As the gang celebrated, the angel caught a glance of a large sad man standing in the front yard. She looked to Spike and went to get rid of the arrows. When she looked back up, the man was gone.
"Buffy looked to where Spike was. "What are you doing untied and how the hell did you get an angel, a real live angel!"
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Whew! Well, that's the second chapter! The next chapter will take place during the episode, Something Blue, where Willow casts the infamous wish spell. Wonder how our angel fits it? So do I! I have yet to write it, but don't worry it will be out in a week. I'll tell ya this, Usagi will learn to speak again!
Hello, gentle readers! Here is my second installment of Usagi in Sunnydale. If it gets a little hard to understand the actual Buffy plot I use in each chapter, I get all my source material from BuffyGuide.com. Each title of my chapters corrospond to the episode title. Any questions? E-mail me at goddess@orbweaver.org
EPISODE TWO: PANGS
She watched the man that had saved her as he stumbled around the streets of a town, looking very depressed and very strange. Luckily she wasn't getting as many odd looks as he was, the man had lent her his coat to cover her wings. She suppossed this was a good thing as she had yet to notice any one else with wings like she had. The winged-woman wished she could remember what was normal, or remember anything at all for that matter. As far as she knew her life had began in the woodland area she had first seen her savior at. After that it had been the crazy people who poked at her before leading her to a cell.
*My first hours of life were of extreme depression and pain,* she sighed. Then she looked at her saviour staggering about, covered in a tatty blanket. She concluded that he was apparently going through something worse and wondered if she could help him. That thought was shunt aside as she realized she couldn't even understand his language. *I wonder what my language is?* She sighed again before trying to snap herself out of it. After all she was alive, not in a cold, too bright cell and probally better off than the man in front of her.
"Oftph!" Her air exploded out of her with force as she ran into the man who had come to a complete stop. She looked up to see what the problem was and noticed he was staring longingly at three other men eating someone. She went to go ahead of him when suddenly the sight she had just seen caught up with the rest of her brain. The angel started to go help that poor person when her savior pulled her away, obviously even more upset as he once again started jabbering at her. She nodded here and there to try and show she was listening and began to think on how she had apparently fallen into very bad company.
She tripped over a park bench as the very bad company suddenly stopped, his face alight with an idea. When she got back to her feet she saw her savior running off and with a sigh followed him, what else could she do? She caught up with him as he entered a tomb and sat on the ground to wait for him. No way was she ever going to go in another one of those! As she sat, the angel could think of no better thing to do than break down in tears. She was hungry, her head still hurt slightly (though she couldn't remember what had caused the ache) and she was dirty, her flimsy white dress in tatters as part of the bottom had been used to bandage her head. So she sat and waited for her savior to come out and cried and cried and cried.
As Spike fled his ex-lovers tomb, he reflected on what bad luck he'd been having lately, bloody hell, Harmony wouldn't even give him a bite to eat. *Bloody bad luck,* the vampire thought as he came outside to a sobbing angel. How did he get into these things he wondered as he looked at the girl who along with the slayer had messed up his life. *What the hell could be wrong with her,* he thought, ignoring the million reasons that answered his question. Bloody chit had ruined his life! He started to leave her when he realized that her sobs had stopped and she was looking at him with her trusting eyes once more. *Oh bloody hell, not the eye thing again* He sighed and looked around before motioning the winged-woman to follow him. *Maybe if she gets fed I can ponder my revenge in peace.* With that the vampire and angel went to go steal some food.
Not knowing any where else to take her, Spike led the girl to Willy's bar, hoping that the bar owner would have some sort of food that could be fed to her. When they got there, Spike motioned for the angel to stay hidden behind some boxes while he went in the back way. No point in the whole town seeing him.
He fortunitely caught Willy in the back room, obviously trying to hide from a patron.
"Spike!" yelped the little greasy man before he caught himself and whispered "Spike, what are you doing back in town? I thought you had just left!"
"Oh wouldn't you have just loved that," Spike growled, getting a kick out of still being able to scare someone even without his bite. "Anyway I need some blood and some food." At Willy's questioning though still scared glance, he added, "I've got a hostage that I need to keep alive and Drusilla's not feeling good. She refuses to eat." He hoped the mention of Drusilla would stop any further questioning about needing bagged blood. There was no need for the bar owner or anyone for that matter to know about his problem. It obviously worked as Willy focused on another line of thought.
"Oh, one of the slayers friends?" asked the man, a scared look coming over his face at the thought of Buffy coming to his bar to beat info from him.
"Maybe. Now go or do you want me to get some of my boys in here to get it for me," the vampire said, a sly look coming over his face. Why look weak?
"No, No, that's not necessary!" With that Willy went to go get the blood and food. Spike waited and wondered if the angel would be alive when he got back, ignoring the sound of Willy trying to quick talk his way out of being beaten from the patron he'd been hiding from. Five minutes later, a slightly roughed up bar owner came back with the goods.
As the little man put the stuff in a box the vampire distracted himself by questioning him.
"So, what's with the little soldier boys stampeding around here?"
"No one knows anything but the fact that those who get taken by them never return. Some are actually hoping the slayer will go stomp them into the ground!"
"So Slutty doesn't have anything to do with them, huh?" Well damn, that could cause a kink in his plans. The box filled, the vampire decided to leave before he revealed his weakness. "Thanks mate, put it on my tab!" Spike grabbed the bags of blood and the box of food before quickly exiting the room. *A young virgin, Willy's trying to keep on my good side*
He got outside and quickly drained the bags dry before looking to see if the angel was alive after being left alone in a dark alley. Obviously she was as the daft chit began poking her fingers at his 'game face', her own filled with curiousity. Spike swatted her hand aside and gave her the carton of food. Her face filled with happiness when she opened the package to find a hamburger and some fries. They were cold but she didn't care. In her happiness, the petite angel squealed and threw her arms around the stunned vampire in a short embrace before sitting on the floor of the alley to eat contendedly.
Spike, still stunned from the hug ( just who the hell hugs a bad ass vampire) watched with even more shock and amusement as the angel inhaled the food and then looked at him in disgruntlement. "Alright little one, tomorrow we will go to the watchers and see about getting some answers and some more food."
Spike looked out into the sunlit sky from the door of the tomb he and the angel had spent the day in. Oh she had been upset at that, if the glares she had sent him before falling asleep huddled in a corner were any indication. Probally not what she was used to. Spike spent a moment pondering whether or not angels slept on clouds in Heaven and then another wondering if she would ever learn his language so he could ask her. *What did those blokes want with an angel anyway, and why did they run when she appeared?* His thoughts were cut off as the angel stumbled past him and out of the tomb, yawning and stretching. Hell, sleeping in a tomb or not, she was the hardest person to wake up. The vampire had contemplated leaving her there before remembering that the angel could be part of the reason he couldn't bite anymore.
Meanwhile the problem in question was still mad at her savior for his rude awakening technique which involved screaming directly in her sensistive ears and tugging painfully on her hair (which had given the vampire a mild ache in his head but not much else he had noted). She resolved that if he did not lead her to food and clean clothes soon, she was setting out on her own no matter the problems that would create. She looked down at her self and fought off a grin of amusement at the sight she must be, her head still wrapped in a lopsided bandage, her hair down and dragging on the ground, part of her dress gone and what was left covered in dirt and blood, smothered in a black coat several sizes to big for her. She frowned and thought to herself that she was not supposed to find this funny, this was depressing and she would treat the situation with the despair it deserved.
Seeing the direction of her gaze and noticing a look which promised tears in the near future, Spike quickly grabbed her arm and began to lead her to the Watchers house, carefully covering himself up in the tatty blanket once more. The pair arrived at the house after an hour of stumbling around due to Spike not being able to look up much. When they reached the door, the vampire straightened himself as much as possible before knocking on the door, the angel, her wings still covered, hovering and half hiding behind him.
Giles was just beginning to try and get his slayer to see reason (imagine, wanting to bake a pie when everyone else in the house is fighting) when they heard the door. Buffy went to answer the door and the whole house suddenly shut up when they heard her say "Spike" in suprise.
"Hello, Slayer. Let me in." He stood in the doorway trying to look cocky.
Buffy looked at him wondering if he'd gone off his rocker before saying no and started to close the door. That probally would have been that except that the angel, trying to look around Spike to see what was going on, accidently stepped on a corner of the too big coat. She tripped and knocked into Spike who not expecting it fell with her atop him into the house. Spike, shocked at what had just happened just lay there as the whole house suddenly began to arm themselves. Realizing his danger in time he lept up and grabbed Willow.
Using her as a shield he quickly tried to persuade the angry and frightened group to not kill him. "Relax, I couldn't do anything to the chit anyway. These commando's got a hold of me and now I can't bite or hurt anyone anymore, see?" He then proceeded to demonstrate, shifting to game face and plunging his fangs toward Willows neck before the pain hit him sending him to the floor, groaning in agony. Despite the obvious pain he had been in, choosing Willow to demonstrate on still almost got him killed, except the small woman wearing his duster went over to Spike to see what was wrong, effectively blocking the group from dusting him.
"Do we dust her, too?" asked Xander, who was all in favor of going through anything to get to the blond vampire. After all, the woman had large bumps protruding underneath the coat, definately giving the impression that she must be a monster as well. Or would have, if the creature hadn't turned at that moment to plead with the group to help her and her savior. Large innocent blue eyes stunned the group into not attacking. How could they hurt someone so obviously pure and good. Spike, recovering from the pain, looked up at the dazed group standing in a half circle around him and the angel. *Good, at least I'm not the only one affected.* His mind quickly came up with a way to use this to his advantage.
"At least let this poor dear get cleaned up. She was taken and injured by those damn soldiers too." Putting a concerned look on his face he glanced at the angel and mentally tried to coerce her into turning up the juice behind her puppy-dog look. The angel must have somehow heard him (actually she sensed a chance to clean up and eat if these people felt sorry for her) because suddenly she looked twice as forlorn and downtrodden as before. "I'll even let you tie me up while she's upstairs." At the groups weakening stances, he spiced the deal. "Don't you want to find out about those soldiers?"
That did the trick as a cooing Willow and Anya gently led the angel upstairs to the bathroom, both talking over her head about the blood and the makeshift bandage that must cover a horrible wound.Meanwhile, Giles, Buffy, and Xander manhandled (well, Xander being sick he just kinda directed) the vampire to a chair and tied him up. Soon Willow and Anya returned and Spike began to relate what he knew of the soldiers and of their lab, not saying much about the girl beyond how he had rescued her.
The angel was in bliss. Once she had figured out the shower, she took a long time in getting cleaned up, shampoeing her hair twice with a sweet smelling gel (left over there by Buffy) and tryed to get as much of her wings as she could. Toweling off as much of the water from her long silvery hair as she could she put on the much abused dress and went down to the living room a much happier person, at least till she spotted her savior tied up to a chair with just the man with glasses and one of the blond girls in the room.
Buffy and Giles were treated to the suprise of their lives as the most beautiful ( if still rather dirty) being they'd ever seen ran into the room and began yelling at them in a strange language they'd never heard. She hovered in the air as her silvery wings beat in an agitated rymthm. The three people in the room stared in awe at the angel, well Spike caught himself after a moment and smirked at the expressions of the two beside him. Giles started to ask about her when two things happened, one the angel hit her head on the ceiling and fell to the ground which was lucky as not seconds afterwards an arrow flew through the room and bounced off the thanksgiving centerpiece on the table.
Buffy looked out the window and saw Hus, the Indian spirit who was killing people to get revenge for his tribe. The girl tried to offer her apologies for their deaths when more arrows whizzed through the room. Giles and Buffy ducked while the angel took refuge behind Spike's chair just as an arrow pierced his chest, almost hitting his heart.
In the midst of Buffy and Giles trying to get to the weapons, the phone rang and Giles reflectively picked it up. After listening to Angel (the bloodsucking one, not the flying one)for a moment, the Watcher said, "Yes, that's obvious. We've got arrows flying around the room. Get over here now!" Giles hung up the phone and took a crossbow, beginning to fire back with Buffy.
Meanwhile, Spike was picking up more arrows. The angel crouching behind his chair saw this and looked around for something to protect him. Seeing nothing of use, the angel dragged him and his chair into the kitchen, hiding him behind the counter before starting to undo his ropes. Then the fight turned ugly as warriors burst into the house.
At first she didn't notice the warrior behind her in the kitchen, but then realized that an enemy was there when the arrow entered her wing. Her face flashed in pain and Spike expectantly waited for her to burst into tears. Instead her face became determined and he watched in suprise as the angels dress suddenly repaired and cleaned itself and her hair, which had been down ever since she had put on the bandage, arranged itself in the odd hairstyle he'd seen in the park. He caught a glimce of a small cresent moon that started to glow on her forehead before the petite creature turned around, and shook her finger at the Indian spirit.
The angel was shocked and appalled at the actions of the Indian who had shot her. She hadn't done anything to them! The spirit at least had the decency to look ashamed, she thought as the Indian hung his head before turning to go find another to hit. The angel grabbed a rolling pin and bonked the spirit on the head, knocking him unconcious. She turned back to the task of undoing her saviors ropes, not noticing that she had been the only one to hurt any of the Indians in the house underseige. Spike meawhile was torn between shock and amusement, a state that he found himself becoming quite familiar with around the angel.
His ropes now untied, Spike and the angel peered carefully over the counter just as the main Hus turned himself into a bear.
"A bear. You made a bear!" Spike yelled at Buffy.
"I didn't mean to do it!" She yelled back, before noticing that Spike was no longer tied up. She was about to comment when the horrified vampire shouted,
"Undo it! Undo it!" Her attention now back on the bear, Buffy quickly engaged the bear in combat, getting thrown around quite alot. Xander grabbed the rolls and began to distract it by throwing them at it, shouting, "Hey gentle Ben, over here!" With the bear sufficiently distracted, Buffy stabbed it and watched with relief as the warriors disapated into a green mist and disappeared.
As the gang celebrated, the angel caught a glance of a large sad man standing in the front yard. She looked to Spike and went to get rid of the arrows. When she looked back up, the man was gone.
"Buffy looked to where Spike was. "What are you doing untied and how the hell did you get an angel, a real live angel!"
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Whew! Well, that's the second chapter! The next chapter will take place during the episode, Something Blue, where Willow casts the infamous wish spell. Wonder how our angel fits it? So do I! I have yet to write it, but don't worry it will be out in a week. I'll tell ya this, Usagi will learn to speak again!