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Summary: Anya picks Sage up from Spike's crypt. Sage finds three books in her backpack. Giles explains that Sage is turning into a vampire, and in a week she'll be one and she'll cause the world to end. Oz has to dust her in the ritual. Sage tells Oz. Anya makes arrangements to get Oz to Sunnydale.
A/N: Five days! (just like the Ring-sorta and Sage used to live in Seattle, like the Ring! They make Seattle too rainy in movies, I mean we have the sun *scowls and points at the already set sky*) Each chap from now on will be a day before I write any more chapters. There's a sorta crossover in this chapter with Angel, but I'm not going to make this a crossover because it's tiny. There are eight chappies in this story. And for the sake of the story, Angel and Oz never knew each other. I am planning a sequel and I now accept anonymous reviews (yay!), so please leave a review if you want a sequel.
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Chapter Three
Day One: Angel and Dru
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"Hey, Sage!" Dawn yelled. "Someone's here to see you!"
Sage ran down the steps and then into Oz's arms. She buried her head into his chest and Oz ruffled her hair.
"Hi everybody," Oz said. "Sweetie, you're squeezing the air out of me."
"Oh, sorry," Sage said. "Super-strength kicked in."
"That's okay," Oz said. "So, how exactly does this ritual work?"
Giles explained.
"And what if I don't kill Sage?" Oz asked. They were sitting on couches now, Sage was resting on Oz's lap.
"The same thing will happen," Giles said.
"Then do I have to kill her?"
"If you don't dust Sage her thousands of supporters could turn her against you," Giles explained. "She might be like the Queen of Hell."
"So it's make life a living hell, or make life a living hell with my kid as the Queen of the Underworld?" Oz asked. "What about if I kill the vamps?"
"If you kill the four vampires, I don't know what will happen," Giles said, wiping his glasses.
"Well then I'm going," Oz said.
"What?" Spike asked, who had decided to drop in. "Nobody here is dusting me."
Oz smoothed Sage's hair, which now had about half a foot of blonde/brown hair. There was an eerie silence. (A/N: Ooh, eerie)
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That night, Oz crept into the basement and smoothed Sage's hair, like he had during the day. He gazed for a minute at her peaceful, sleeping body, then got up, kissed her forehead and headed out the door. There was no way he was going to let his daughter die.
He got a ticket to Los Angeles and boarded the bus. He stared out the window, watching the lights fly by, the roar of the cars. His bag was on the seat next to him, filled with stakes, crosses, holy water, a crossbow, a set of knives, and other little weapons he had "borrowed" from the Summer's Residence.
On his neck he had a tiny locket in the shape like a fang that he had never let anybody look inside. On one side of his locket was a picture of him and Sage in Disney World at Florida. On the other side was a picture of Willow, old and worn out, although only a few years old.
The ride to Los Angeles was only a few hours, and he soon got there. He checked his watch, 5:00. Soon, the sun would rise and he would be in his element against Angel. A poster drifted in front of his feet and, for all his luck it said: Angel Investigations, We Help the Helpless. Oz grinned, this might be easier than he thought it would be.
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Oz walked up and down the streets of LA, following the address on the flyer. He came to the hotel, and walked in.
Angel was sitting there, polishing a sword.
"Hi," Angel said.
"I'm Oz," Oz said back. "A friend of Willow's."
"Nice to meet you, Oz," Angel said, sticking out a hand. "What brings you to LA?"
"I found this bottle of Holy Water, and when I used it on a vampire, he became stronger," Oz lied, his plan was working.
"I'm sorry," Angel said. "But I can't help you. You'll have to wait until one of my friends get back, they're burning out a demon nest."
"Okay," Oz said. He put the Holy Water back into his bag and grabbed a stake, hiding his hand from view. " I'll wait."
Angel went back to polishing his sword, and Oz looked at the weapons on the case in the lobby. Neither tried to start a conversation.
"I've never seen this before," Oz said, tapping the glass at a tiny silver knife, with intricate carvings in what looked like Chinese on the blade.
"Oh," Angel said. He opened the case and turned his back from Oz. Oz pulled out instead of a stake, a tiny sword, that he expertly unsheathed quietly. "This is a-"
But before Angel could say what the knife was, Oz had swiftly chopped off his head. He watched as Angel turned into dust, a mere pile at his feet. Oz chuckled and ground the dust into the rug, pouring Holy Water all over it for fun.
"Two more to go," Oz muttered to himself. He walked out and headed to the nearest coffee shop.
~*~
"I don't know why Oz would leave," Willow said, comforting Sage.
"Neither would I," Sage said. "Here I am, dying, and my dad abandons me."
"That's it!" Willow said.
"What?" Sage asked.
"Oz, he went to go dust all the vampires so you wouldn't die!" Willow said. "Spike was here all night long, so it can't be him....... not Drusilla, nobody knows where she is..........oh my god, Angel! Buffy! Angel!"
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Oz....... he went away to kill the vampires.......he's going to dust Angel!" Willow said.
"Gotta call Angel," Buffy said. "Tell him.......what Oz is doing, 'fore it's too late. Where's that phone number? I know I had it somewhere!"
"Is this it?" Willow said, holding up a card that said Angel Investigations.
"Thanks," Buffy said. She quickly dialed the number. "Angel, pick up the phone! Angel? Angel!" the phone kept ringing. Tears began to fall out of her eyes, "Angel! Pick up the phone!"
"This is Angel Investigations," a young female voice said. "We're not here right now, so leave a message after the beep. We'll call you back, if you leave your phone number." There was a tiny beep.
"Whoever's there, somebody's trying to kill Angel," Buffy said. "And this is Buffy, the Slayer. His name is Oz, and call me back, and you have my phone number on speed dial. Angel told me. It's number five." Then, Buffy threw the phone on the floor. "It was their answering machine," she said. "What could a vampire be doing during the day? And what if Angel's dead, Will?"
Buffy's head turned towards Sage, who was sitting in a chair, looking at the floor.
"I can't kill humans, or semi-humans," Buffy whispered to herself. "No. Killing. Humans. I can't even kill humans when their werewolf father might've killed Angel."
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Winifred Burkle, or Fred, and Charles Gunn, or Gunn, walked through the doors if Angel Investigations.
"Ooh," Fred said. "A message," she leaned over the desk and pressed the answering machine button.
"Whoever's there, somebody's trying to kill Angel," the message said. "And this is Buffy, the Slayer. His name is Oz, and call me back, and you have my phone number on speed dial. Angel told me. It's number five."
"You think somebody already killed Angel?" Fred asked Gunn.
Gunn was squatting on the ground next to the weapons.
"Yeah," he said. "Dust," and he held up a pinch of dust in the rug.
"Who was the guy that killed him?" Fred asked no one in particular. "Oz, right?" Gunn nodded. "So, number five to call the Slayer."
Fred walked around to the desk and picked up the phone and pressed number five on speed dial.
"Hello," a voice said. "Summers Residence."
"Can I talk to Buffy?" Fred asked.
"Oh, sure."
"Hi, this is Buffy," Buffy said.
"I'm Fred, from Angel Investigations," Fred said.
"You have news about Angel?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah.......and the thing is.......he's sorta.......dust."
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Buffy threw the phone on the ground.
"Angel's gone," she said. "Oz dusted him."
Sage stared at the floor, and Willow stared blankly at the wall. Then, Buffy lunged onto Sage, hitting her recklessly.
"Your dad.......killed Angel!" she screamed, tears falling down her face as Sage screamed in pain.
"Stop it Buffy!" Willow said. She managed to pull off Buffy for a few seconds off of Sage.
"Go," Buffy snarled. "You're not invited here anymore."
Sage dashed out of the house, rubbing a bruise that was forming on her cheek. She ran down the streets, not watching where she was going, causing a traffic jam when she jaywalked across a busy intersection. Then, she came to a cemetery, and she walked through it to Spike's crypt. She hit her fist on the door.
"What do you want?" Spike scowled, opening the door and avoiding the sunlight. Then, his mood changed once he saw Sage. "Bloody hell, what happened to you?"
Sage walked in a collapsed on the stone floor.
"B-Buffy," she muttered. "And then Dad, he dusted A-Angel. Buffy, got mad......."
"Peaches?" Spike said. "Oz dusted Peaches?"
"If Peaches is Angel, yeah," Sage said.
"Then the Slayer got mad at you and beat you up?"
"Yeah," Sage whimpered.
"Well then I guess you're stuck here," Spike said.
Spike put Sage on his bed and then ripped off an end of a sheet and dabbed at her wounds.
"Buffy got you bad, didn't she?" Spike said, looking at the bloodied cloth in his hand.
"Yeah," Sage said.
Spike took off her shirtsleeve, or more ripped it off using the former tear, and lifted up her arm.
"That's one nasty cut you've got there," Spike said, looking at the foot- long gash in Sage's arm, practically showing bone.
"Buffy, she used a stake in there," Sage said. "I don't know why."
"You're Oz's kid," Spike said. "Oz killed Peaches. You're gonna be a vampire, and stakes kill vampires. But that's what Slayers do, they kill vampires. She probably just got really off aim."
"You think if she got my heart, I'd turn to dust?" Sage asked.
"Nah," Spike said. "You're still human, but you'd die anyway."
"Why?"
"Last time I checked there was something called a heart there, and it sorta keeps you alive."
"Oh," Sage said.
Spike was tearing at his sheet again, making a long strip of cloth, and then he wrapped it tightly around Sage's arm.
"Y' know," Sage said. "You're really nice for a vampire."
"Nice?" Spike growled.
"When I was little, I thought vampires were big scary monsters who liked to eat little babies, but some don't eat people," Sage said. Spike growled. "But, that doesn't mean they aren't scary."
"I like to eat little babies," a vampire growled in the doorway.
"Dru?" Spike said, turning around. "What're you doing here?"
Drusilla walked towards them, and stroked Sage's hair, while Sage stayed still.
"You're just like my Madeline," she said. "My sweet, sweet Madeline. But I had to kill her, and you have to die too."
"Dru, shut up," Spike said. "You're scaring the girl."
"I had to give away my Madeline," Drusilla moaned. "It wasn't fair," she said with a pout face. "And you look so much like her too. Madeline my one and only," she muttered, and then she dug her fangs into the vein on Sage's neck.
Sage shrieked in pain, fainting after a half a minute of being bitten.
"Come my dear boy," Drusilla said. "Drink with me!" and then she put her fangs back into Sage's neck.
And then Sage's eyes opened and Drusilla choked. She stood up to show a stake jammed into her heart.
"You are the end," Drusilla said to Sage and then toppled on top of Sage and turned into dust.
"Blood rush," Sage said, and then fainted (for real) on Spike's bed.
End of Chapter Three
Summary: Anya picks Sage up from Spike's crypt. Sage finds three books in her backpack. Giles explains that Sage is turning into a vampire, and in a week she'll be one and she'll cause the world to end. Oz has to dust her in the ritual. Sage tells Oz. Anya makes arrangements to get Oz to Sunnydale.
A/N: Five days! (just like the Ring-sorta and Sage used to live in Seattle, like the Ring! They make Seattle too rainy in movies, I mean we have the sun *scowls and points at the already set sky*) Each chap from now on will be a day before I write any more chapters. There's a sorta crossover in this chapter with Angel, but I'm not going to make this a crossover because it's tiny. There are eight chappies in this story. And for the sake of the story, Angel and Oz never knew each other. I am planning a sequel and I now accept anonymous reviews (yay!), so please leave a review if you want a sequel.
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Chapter Three
Day One: Angel and Dru
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"Hey, Sage!" Dawn yelled. "Someone's here to see you!"
Sage ran down the steps and then into Oz's arms. She buried her head into his chest and Oz ruffled her hair.
"Hi everybody," Oz said. "Sweetie, you're squeezing the air out of me."
"Oh, sorry," Sage said. "Super-strength kicked in."
"That's okay," Oz said. "So, how exactly does this ritual work?"
Giles explained.
"And what if I don't kill Sage?" Oz asked. They were sitting on couches now, Sage was resting on Oz's lap.
"The same thing will happen," Giles said.
"Then do I have to kill her?"
"If you don't dust Sage her thousands of supporters could turn her against you," Giles explained. "She might be like the Queen of Hell."
"So it's make life a living hell, or make life a living hell with my kid as the Queen of the Underworld?" Oz asked. "What about if I kill the vamps?"
"If you kill the four vampires, I don't know what will happen," Giles said, wiping his glasses.
"Well then I'm going," Oz said.
"What?" Spike asked, who had decided to drop in. "Nobody here is dusting me."
Oz smoothed Sage's hair, which now had about half a foot of blonde/brown hair. There was an eerie silence. (A/N: Ooh, eerie)
~*~
That night, Oz crept into the basement and smoothed Sage's hair, like he had during the day. He gazed for a minute at her peaceful, sleeping body, then got up, kissed her forehead and headed out the door. There was no way he was going to let his daughter die.
He got a ticket to Los Angeles and boarded the bus. He stared out the window, watching the lights fly by, the roar of the cars. His bag was on the seat next to him, filled with stakes, crosses, holy water, a crossbow, a set of knives, and other little weapons he had "borrowed" from the Summer's Residence.
On his neck he had a tiny locket in the shape like a fang that he had never let anybody look inside. On one side of his locket was a picture of him and Sage in Disney World at Florida. On the other side was a picture of Willow, old and worn out, although only a few years old.
The ride to Los Angeles was only a few hours, and he soon got there. He checked his watch, 5:00. Soon, the sun would rise and he would be in his element against Angel. A poster drifted in front of his feet and, for all his luck it said: Angel Investigations, We Help the Helpless. Oz grinned, this might be easier than he thought it would be.
~*~
Oz walked up and down the streets of LA, following the address on the flyer. He came to the hotel, and walked in.
Angel was sitting there, polishing a sword.
"Hi," Angel said.
"I'm Oz," Oz said back. "A friend of Willow's."
"Nice to meet you, Oz," Angel said, sticking out a hand. "What brings you to LA?"
"I found this bottle of Holy Water, and when I used it on a vampire, he became stronger," Oz lied, his plan was working.
"I'm sorry," Angel said. "But I can't help you. You'll have to wait until one of my friends get back, they're burning out a demon nest."
"Okay," Oz said. He put the Holy Water back into his bag and grabbed a stake, hiding his hand from view. " I'll wait."
Angel went back to polishing his sword, and Oz looked at the weapons on the case in the lobby. Neither tried to start a conversation.
"I've never seen this before," Oz said, tapping the glass at a tiny silver knife, with intricate carvings in what looked like Chinese on the blade.
"Oh," Angel said. He opened the case and turned his back from Oz. Oz pulled out instead of a stake, a tiny sword, that he expertly unsheathed quietly. "This is a-"
But before Angel could say what the knife was, Oz had swiftly chopped off his head. He watched as Angel turned into dust, a mere pile at his feet. Oz chuckled and ground the dust into the rug, pouring Holy Water all over it for fun.
"Two more to go," Oz muttered to himself. He walked out and headed to the nearest coffee shop.
~*~
"I don't know why Oz would leave," Willow said, comforting Sage.
"Neither would I," Sage said. "Here I am, dying, and my dad abandons me."
"That's it!" Willow said.
"What?" Sage asked.
"Oz, he went to go dust all the vampires so you wouldn't die!" Willow said. "Spike was here all night long, so it can't be him....... not Drusilla, nobody knows where she is..........oh my god, Angel! Buffy! Angel!"
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Oz....... he went away to kill the vampires.......he's going to dust Angel!" Willow said.
"Gotta call Angel," Buffy said. "Tell him.......what Oz is doing, 'fore it's too late. Where's that phone number? I know I had it somewhere!"
"Is this it?" Willow said, holding up a card that said Angel Investigations.
"Thanks," Buffy said. She quickly dialed the number. "Angel, pick up the phone! Angel? Angel!" the phone kept ringing. Tears began to fall out of her eyes, "Angel! Pick up the phone!"
"This is Angel Investigations," a young female voice said. "We're not here right now, so leave a message after the beep. We'll call you back, if you leave your phone number." There was a tiny beep.
"Whoever's there, somebody's trying to kill Angel," Buffy said. "And this is Buffy, the Slayer. His name is Oz, and call me back, and you have my phone number on speed dial. Angel told me. It's number five." Then, Buffy threw the phone on the floor. "It was their answering machine," she said. "What could a vampire be doing during the day? And what if Angel's dead, Will?"
Buffy's head turned towards Sage, who was sitting in a chair, looking at the floor.
"I can't kill humans, or semi-humans," Buffy whispered to herself. "No. Killing. Humans. I can't even kill humans when their werewolf father might've killed Angel."
~*~
Winifred Burkle, or Fred, and Charles Gunn, or Gunn, walked through the doors if Angel Investigations.
"Ooh," Fred said. "A message," she leaned over the desk and pressed the answering machine button.
"Whoever's there, somebody's trying to kill Angel," the message said. "And this is Buffy, the Slayer. His name is Oz, and call me back, and you have my phone number on speed dial. Angel told me. It's number five."
"You think somebody already killed Angel?" Fred asked Gunn.
Gunn was squatting on the ground next to the weapons.
"Yeah," he said. "Dust," and he held up a pinch of dust in the rug.
"Who was the guy that killed him?" Fred asked no one in particular. "Oz, right?" Gunn nodded. "So, number five to call the Slayer."
Fred walked around to the desk and picked up the phone and pressed number five on speed dial.
"Hello," a voice said. "Summers Residence."
"Can I talk to Buffy?" Fred asked.
"Oh, sure."
"Hi, this is Buffy," Buffy said.
"I'm Fred, from Angel Investigations," Fred said.
"You have news about Angel?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah.......and the thing is.......he's sorta.......dust."
~*~
Buffy threw the phone on the ground.
"Angel's gone," she said. "Oz dusted him."
Sage stared at the floor, and Willow stared blankly at the wall. Then, Buffy lunged onto Sage, hitting her recklessly.
"Your dad.......killed Angel!" she screamed, tears falling down her face as Sage screamed in pain.
"Stop it Buffy!" Willow said. She managed to pull off Buffy for a few seconds off of Sage.
"Go," Buffy snarled. "You're not invited here anymore."
Sage dashed out of the house, rubbing a bruise that was forming on her cheek. She ran down the streets, not watching where she was going, causing a traffic jam when she jaywalked across a busy intersection. Then, she came to a cemetery, and she walked through it to Spike's crypt. She hit her fist on the door.
"What do you want?" Spike scowled, opening the door and avoiding the sunlight. Then, his mood changed once he saw Sage. "Bloody hell, what happened to you?"
Sage walked in a collapsed on the stone floor.
"B-Buffy," she muttered. "And then Dad, he dusted A-Angel. Buffy, got mad......."
"Peaches?" Spike said. "Oz dusted Peaches?"
"If Peaches is Angel, yeah," Sage said.
"Then the Slayer got mad at you and beat you up?"
"Yeah," Sage whimpered.
"Well then I guess you're stuck here," Spike said.
Spike put Sage on his bed and then ripped off an end of a sheet and dabbed at her wounds.
"Buffy got you bad, didn't she?" Spike said, looking at the bloodied cloth in his hand.
"Yeah," Sage said.
Spike took off her shirtsleeve, or more ripped it off using the former tear, and lifted up her arm.
"That's one nasty cut you've got there," Spike said, looking at the foot- long gash in Sage's arm, practically showing bone.
"Buffy, she used a stake in there," Sage said. "I don't know why."
"You're Oz's kid," Spike said. "Oz killed Peaches. You're gonna be a vampire, and stakes kill vampires. But that's what Slayers do, they kill vampires. She probably just got really off aim."
"You think if she got my heart, I'd turn to dust?" Sage asked.
"Nah," Spike said. "You're still human, but you'd die anyway."
"Why?"
"Last time I checked there was something called a heart there, and it sorta keeps you alive."
"Oh," Sage said.
Spike was tearing at his sheet again, making a long strip of cloth, and then he wrapped it tightly around Sage's arm.
"Y' know," Sage said. "You're really nice for a vampire."
"Nice?" Spike growled.
"When I was little, I thought vampires were big scary monsters who liked to eat little babies, but some don't eat people," Sage said. Spike growled. "But, that doesn't mean they aren't scary."
"I like to eat little babies," a vampire growled in the doorway.
"Dru?" Spike said, turning around. "What're you doing here?"
Drusilla walked towards them, and stroked Sage's hair, while Sage stayed still.
"You're just like my Madeline," she said. "My sweet, sweet Madeline. But I had to kill her, and you have to die too."
"Dru, shut up," Spike said. "You're scaring the girl."
"I had to give away my Madeline," Drusilla moaned. "It wasn't fair," she said with a pout face. "And you look so much like her too. Madeline my one and only," she muttered, and then she dug her fangs into the vein on Sage's neck.
Sage shrieked in pain, fainting after a half a minute of being bitten.
"Come my dear boy," Drusilla said. "Drink with me!" and then she put her fangs back into Sage's neck.
And then Sage's eyes opened and Drusilla choked. She stood up to show a stake jammed into her heart.
"You are the end," Drusilla said to Sage and then toppled on top of Sage and turned into dust.
"Blood rush," Sage said, and then fainted (for real) on Spike's bed.
End of Chapter Three