Vendetta: Lastimé para él.
II. Jealousy Is What Love Is All About.

Kennedy and Willow were enjoying a rare moment of peace, sitting on the couch in Buffy's living room, watching a nice comedy about two women who found out their high school reunion was in a month and they were still living together and making minimum wage. It was a very amusing movie and relaxation was a rare thing indeed ever since the thing with The First started, which is why Willow was quite annoyed when the doorbell rang.

She swung open the door in rage and said "What the hell is your problem?!" in the most outraged voice she could (a very un-Willow-like voice). Then she noticed who the doorbell ringer was. "Angel?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting such a warm welcome." he grinned.

"I'll go get Buffy."

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"Angel back in Sunnydale. . . jealous? No. . . no. I'm not!" Spike had left the Summers home as soon as he got wind of Angel being there. He had gone out the back door to avoid him. A nice long walk was what he needed. He almost crashed into Glory in his oblivion.

"Argh!" she sighed in disgust "Don't you look where your going? Do you think your the only one on this planet just because your little whore is paying attention to another monster? You disgust me . . ."

Her voiced slowed down into a more soothing tone as she melted into Drusilla.

"I saw your thoughts. . . red, red, red. Bloody dripping red. Angelous came back has he? You know what happens when Angelus comes back . . . "

"I've got just the thing for you." The dead potential whispered in his ear, her southern drawl melting the words together. "I know what you want. I know someone who can help you. I know someone who wants it too."