~Part: 3~
Angelus growled at the slayer, and started after her full force. Behind them Giles walked up to see the two fighting figures. He was walking towards the two when he almost tripped over something. Looking down he saw the brunette girl in her early teens. She had several small cuts on her arms, and a large bump on her forehead obviously from hitting a headstone.
Giles scooped up the young girl, and was walking out of the cemetery when he heard a voice, strangely it was almost like a hiss. He whirled his head around to see Dru standing there not liking his decision to take the girl away. He pulled his cross out of his back pocket practically dropping the girl. Suddenly, Dru shrieked and fell to the ground her skin making sizzling noises. Behind her stood a beat up Buffy holding an empty bottle of holy water.
"I know you are hurt, but can you carry the girl. She is too heavy to haul all the way back to the library." Giles asked to Buffy receiving a simple nod, and getting several pounds out of his arms. The walked in silence for awhile, and Buffy appreciated it.
"I must know. What has become of Angelus." Giles said when they were only a couple of blocks away from the library. He looked into her eyes to see that they were not dry. She didn't say anything for several moments, almost as if she were trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together herself.
"I didn't kill him. My god Giles, I couldn't fucking kill him! You don't understand to know what it feels like to look into the person you loved eye's and only see a killer. A demon. For once could something the hell right happen to me. It's not enough that my whole normal life is taken away, but the man I love is taken away too. It is just not damn fair! Was I suppose to kill him? What kind of question is that? I mean duh I'm the slayer he is a vampire, let dust be dust, but no it has get all up and personal. He will live or unlive another day, and every scream of every mother, child, brother, sister, and all the fucking rest will haunt me in my dreams. It will haunt me in my real life. Each day I will wake up, go to sleep, and breath listening to those screams of each of his tortured victims." Buffy said exhausted from not only the speech, but from her wounds and tired arms. She swung open the library's doors, praying that the others wouldn't be able to see she had been crying.
Buffy placed the girl on the couch in Giles' office. Xander and Cordelia looked questionable at the girl on the couch. Willow however went and retrieved the first aid kit. Everyone keep their mouth shut after seeing the looks on Giles' and Buffy's faces. Everyone but……………
"So did you kill him?" Cordelia asked unaware of how bad timing she had chosen to ask that question. Buffy glanced at Cordelia letting her face window her emotions, and even someone like Cordelia Chase learned that she was going to keep her mouth shut, and next time let Xander and Willow ask the major questions.
"I…" Buffy began, but was soon cut off by a gasp coming from Willow. She turned around to see what all the excitement was about. There on the couch well technically about 3 feet above the couch was the brunette girl. She was still unconscious, but her body was spinning in circles in mid air. Finally after several minutes the girl's body was laid back on the couch magically.
"Where am I?" The young teenage girl whispered when she was back laying on the couch and remarkably having not even a scratch left on her body.
