Chapter Eight
Restoration

Willow sat in the center of her circle, blue and white candles lit. She took the incantation out and began to recite it.
"Quod perditum est, in venietur. (What was lost, shall be found.) Not dead, nor not of the living, spirits of the interregnum, I call. Let him know the pain of humanity, gods reach your wizened hands to me. Give me the soul of Angelus. God binding him, cast his heart from the demon realm, return his, I call on. I, te implor Do amne, nu ignora accasta rugaminte! Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care, iva transporte sufletul l a el! Este scris, aceasta putere est dreptul poporuil. Meu de a conduce. Asa safie! Acum! (I call on you ,gods, do not ignore this supplication! Let the orb be the vessel to carry his soul to him. It is written, this power is my people's right to weild. Let it be so! Now!)"
The candles flickered. Willow repeated the spell.

Wesley ran to Drusilla, who was inching towards Fred. She flung him on his back, but Wesley rolled over and kicked her legs out from under her. Drusilla cried out and clawed at Wes. Blood trickled down his neck from her nails. She giggled in pleasure as she advanced towards him again. In the meantime, Connor had staked four fledglings and was working on five more. Cordelia staked two, decapitated one and was holding her own against three others. Gunn struck one with a crossbow bolt, kicked the other down before staking it. 7 ganged up on him. Lorne found the weak vamps and immediately stopped them. Though the gang could hold their own against the vampires, they were still getting fairly battered. Faith circled Angelus.
"They let the crazy Slayer out of her cell. What are they thinking?"
Faith flashed him a smile before retorting, "They let you out, so obviously their thinking is pretty screwed." Faith kicked him in the stomach and he grabbed a hold of her foot, twirling her into the air. She landed on her feet, executing a punch to his jaw. Angelus fell backwards, but somersaulted through her legs, chopping her knee cap. Faith faltered, but landed a roundhouse kick to his jaw. Angelus toppled to the wall and Faith kicked him again. She placed the stake directly over his heart.
"I really thought you'd be harder to beat."
"I'm not finish-NO! Oh, no! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Angelus's eyes turned yellow and red as the soul settled into his body again. He gasped, "Faith! Get off of me!"
"Angel." Faith stated calmly as she stepped away from him. Angel called the remaining vamps off of the group. Dru was screaming.
"Get out of here!" He yelled to his minions. They fled as Angel collapsed to the ground. Drusilla was raving. "They said you'd come back. The pixies said Angel is on his way to take Daddy from you. But pixies are liars, aren't they, Angelus?"
"Wesley, let her go." Angel instructed Wesley, who held a wire around Drusilla's pale neck.
"Angel, she's a..."
"Let Drusilla go! Go. Dru, baby, just leave."
"Miss Edith is broken. Just like Mommy is. Why did Daddy leave me?"
Drusilla cradled the cracked procelin doll with a gentleness she never showed to humans as tears streamed down her face.
"All the fun is gone and Drusilla is alone. Just like the stars promised."
She gave Angel a hopeless look as she left the warehouse, muttering to her doll. Cordelia rushed to Angel, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, now smoothed out.
"I'm so glad you're back."
"I'm so sorry. So sorry. Fred, I didn't know, I didn't mean to..."
Fred's brown eyes were glazed over as she hung limply from her bindings. Wesley unlocked the handcuffs and she collapsed in his arms, clutching his shirt. Wesley lifted her up and began the trek back to the angelmobile, not able to speak to Angel or the others, for that matter.