Angel walk though Sunnydale doing something he hadn't done since he's gotten his soul back. He was using his Sire's link weak as it was since it was a generation removed to track Spike. He knew Spike had to be involved in this some how. When ever there's trouble Spike's always around.

Angel suddenly froze as he sensed something. Drusilla! And Spike! He frowned deeply as he followed the feeling to a Crypt.

He kicked in the door to see Drusilla sitting on top of Spike without a thread of clothing on.

"Daddy! Oh Daddy your here! Oh yes we'll be a family again!" She stopped thinking for a moment. "But not like last time. Daddy you much get along better with dear Spike. We must be a happy family!"

Angel felt like bashing his head into a wall. Drusilla just had a way of looking so sweet, so loving, she was always able to just wrap him around her little finger.

"Dru. I'm sorry. I'm not Angelus. There not going to be any family. I came here to see if Spike is involved in this coming Evil."

Drusilla smiled. And it sent a chill down his spine. "Oh Daddy. You'll see. I can see it. Death, blood, pain. It's so beautiful! And I see us. Right in the middle of it all. A family."

Angel had a really bad feeling about this. Drusilla was almost never wrong when she said things like this. Was it true? Would he end up back with Spike and Drusilla?

Drusilla slowly stood up and walked towards him. She began to softly chant. "Power's dark, powers bright, do my will. Make things right."

Angel gasped sharply as he fell back.

*

Hours later, Willow, Xander and Anya left the safety of Giles' appartment. Buffy had gone off on her own after Angel had told her that he had 'other things to do'. Willow thought to give her a bit of space before returning to the university dorm that they shared.

In the meantime though, it seemed only good friendship that Willow try to rally the others to help Buffy out; even if it was against Giles' wishes.

She stopped.

A couple of steps ahead of her, Xander stopped and turned around, before Anya, feeling the tug on her hand that was resting in his, turned around and did the same.

"Gotta say, Will. Not the smartest idea to just stop in the middle of the night in the middle of an ooky, spooky graveyard," Xander commented mildly.

"Guys, I was just thinking something," Willow said, her eyes beginning to glow with a purpose. "Anya, you said that spell needed three parts? Well, that's us! The three of us. We could do that spell together. Giles would never even have to know about it."

"Willow, I'm not so sure that that's a good idea, right at the moment," Xander cautioned, with a hesitant look down towards Anya.

"No, it's a great idea right now!" Willow disputed. "Come on guys, you saw what a way Buffy was in when she left here. Wouldn't it be a sign of good friendship to act out and do something that might help her?"

Clearly, Xander was torn by this logic. Anya, not so much.

"Yes, I think that this is a good idea!" she rang out clearly. "We haven't done something of this nature for far too long. If I can't be the cause of painful boils on the unfaithful men's penis, then this surely comes in as a good second best!"

"An," Xander said, shortening her name as he did when he was trying to warn her about something.

"No, not 'An'. I think this is a good idea here. We should definitely take it!" Anya argued, pulling her hand out of Xander's.

Xander looked at the two women in front of him. His girlfriend and his best friend for like his whole life. How could he argue, or if argue, ever hope to win? He knew when to give in if nothing else.

"Alright then," he caved, grudgingly. "What do we need to do this thing?"

*

"Wow, is it great to be back again!"

Angelus craned his back to look up at the night sky through the ceiling of the crypt as Spike scrabbled for a bit of clothing behind him.

"It's always so suffocating, you know. That's the only impression that I can really hold onto. The most pleasant one at least, and that's saying a lot. You know that I don't like small enclosed spaces. Well," Angelus spun around to face Drusilla and Spike, who had his arm around his sire proprietarily, "I see that I've once again interrupted in on a happy home. I might just make my thanks and be on my way."

Angelus started off, looking as though with every intention of walking onwards and not looking back. Until he did.

"Oh wait. That's right." He turned slowly and pinned Spike with a hard glare. "I just happen to have one of the reasons why that terrible soul was inflicted on me again here in this room."

With a terrible speed, he was in front of Spike and had moved Drusilla aside in less than an instant.

"Did you think it would escape my knowledge that you had collaborated with the slayer behind my back?" he snarled right up against his face. "I could smell you all over her just before that soul crept back; just before she stuck that sword into me anyway. Boy am I about to make her pay for that! But not before I make sure that I take care of you first."

"Now Angelus, let's not be too hasty, mate. After all, those were some strange times... for all of us," Spike attempted to appeal, to unfortunately deafened ears.

"Let's see, what do we have here?" Angelus asked with feigned curiosity. "Neutered without a soul. Can this even be right? Well, that's almost enough torture in itself. Isn't that right, baby?"

He half turned to Drusilla, who was standing by patiently, while Spike grimaced.

"Almost enough torture," Angelus growled, turning back to Spike again. "But I'm sure that we could arrange for more. Hundreds of years in a hell dimension more!"

*