Okay, frankly I'm not sure that so far this really qualifies as "R". So I'm going to change it to PG-13, and if anyone thinks that's too low then write and I'll change it back. Chapter 4 Wesley's House-Night

Resume.

Wesley: Oh. Hello. Oz. (Lowers the gun) Do come in.

Fred: (Whispers.) You know him?

Wesley: (Whispers back.) Not well. And last time we met was shortly after I counselled that we let his girlfriend die.

Oz: It was a while ago.

(They look at him, surprised he heard.)

Oz: Where's everyone else?

Wesley: That's quite a long story. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?

Oz: Have you seen a shapeshifting demon cat?

Fred: In a way. You're looking for him?

Oz: Sent for it.

Wesley: Ah, Oz I don't think it's a good idea for you to take him on. He doesn't transform monthly like a werewolf, he seems to have complete control-

(Oz changes his face into a wolf snout, then back. The others back away.)

Wesley: You couldn't do that in Sunnydale.

Oz: Been practicing.

Fred: Sent as in… what? Sent to kill him? B-because he's not really a demon, he's possessed or something. Really he's on our side.

Oz: They said " deal with".

Wesley: Who sent you?

Oz: This warlock. Said the demon had entered the world, and had found a human host. You know him?

Wesley: Yes, he works for Angel Investigations. Or did. We think we know basically how to restore him, but we need details. And there is one person who might be able to give them to us.

Lorne: Uh, Wes, are you talking about who I think you're talking about.

Wesley: Yes.

Fred: Huh? I don't know who you're talking about. Who're you talking about?

Lorne: Lindsey.

Wesley: Only surviving Wolfram and Hart lawyer with a reason to help us.

Lorne: Also quite possibly dead or on another continent. People don't just walk out on Wolfram and Hart and expect them to forget about it.

Wesley: Still, he's our best bet of finding out how to destroy the contracts.

Lorne: Hate to point this out, but if he is alive, probably means he's so well hidden they can't find him. And our resources aren't really a match for theirs.

Wesley: I still have some contacts from before. They can try to look for him.

Lorne: And they'll fail.

Wesley: Possibly if he knows we're looking for him, he'll let himself be found. I'll make the calls. (Leaves the room).

Fred: So, you're a… werewolf?

Oz: Uh-uh.

Fred: How do you know Wesley?

Oz: Sunnydale. He has contacts now?

Lorne: Yeah, got 'em a while after his throat got slit. There was a bit of an estrangement. Frankly, I think Angel over-reacted a little to him helping Holtz.

Oz: Not a clue.

Fred: Well, because there was this fake prophecy that- (She stops and the two of them look disorientated for a moment) that Angelus would return, and so he went to Holtz to ask him for protection. Though come to think of it, maybe not so fake as we thought. See, here's what's happened….

UCLA Campus- Night

Brian walks down the corridor to his room and goes in. He stares.

Brian: Uh, okay flattered, but I think you're in the wrong room.

Drusilla: Daddy went all away, and I was sad. But then the stars whispered in my ears what to do.

Brian: (Notices that she looks very thin and delicate and steps forward) Yeah. Look can I get you anything? A doctor maybe? (He steps on something, and almost trips. He looks down and his eyes fill with tears) Tracy? (Then he realizes that although she's facing him, she's also lying on her front, and he stares at Drusilla.) Oh my God. What are you?

Cut to:

(Brian pours a cup of tea for the new Miss Edith. Drusilla's new doll collection looks pretty similar to the one Spike smashed, He spills most of it and is crying into the glass, but Drusilla is serving Miss Judith, and doesn't seem to mind.

Brian: D-does M-miss Edith want sugar?

Drusilla: Silly. She likes three, but she's been naughty so she can only have two.

Brian: I'll get a spoon. (He walks into the next room, then grabs a phone and dials)

Brian: (Whispering desperately) Police! Please get the- hello, I'm at UCLA Room 34 there's a crazy person in my room. She's murdered my girlfriend and now she's making me have a tea party with her doll collection. Please send help, she's going to kill me too. I'm not joking. (Hangs up quickly, grabs a spoon, and walks back. Smiles at Drusilla and sits back down)

Drusilla: Time to go.

Brian: What? No! Miss Edith hasn't had her tea! She'll be cross with us.

Drusilla: Miss Edith was rude. She doesn't deserve tea. And you called the nasty men all in black and blue. (She stands and turns towards the door. Brian leaps up, grabs a chair, and hits her over the head with it. Then he stares at the chair leg he's left holding, surprised at his own strength. Drusilla is knocked to the ground, but stands immediately. Brian punches at her again, but she turns around and catches his fist.

Drusilla: Naughty naughty. (Morphing to vamp face)

He instinctively plunges the chair leg towards her heart, but she bats it aside, and yanks on his fist, pulling him to the side, and he falls to the ground. She moves forward, and he jumps up and hits her in the stomach. She retaliates, he blocks and punches her in the face. She stumbles backwards, and he tries to stake her again. She ducks under the thrust, and kicks his legs out. As he is falling she grabs his throat and shoves him effortlessly against the wall, her other hand crushing the makeshift stake. She stares intently into his eyes.

Drusilla: Oh yes, my little bwother's still in there somewhere. Just have to let you out. (She continues to look into his eyes)

 Brian: What are you trying to do, hypnotize me?

Drusilla: Awww… (She punches him unconscious and carries him out)

Underground Cavern-Night

A group of about twenty people, mostly vampires but with demons as well, all wearing the same red robes with symbols like those on the eyes of the Bringers, are gathered before a ten foot symbol on the wall. Their cult leader, a large, armoured and spiky demon wearing similar but black robes is gathered before it.

Cult leader: And every hundred years the gates of Hell shall open, and from it shall issue forth a servant of the demon of eternal faces. And he shall ravage the land, and cleanse it of the taint of humanity. For he is pure, and untainted by human blood. Let him come forth!

Acolytes: Let him come forth!

Cult leader: (Pulls out a watch) Five, four, three, two, one, zero!

The symbol on the wall glows red and red lightning pours out, forming a sphere, which bursts into yellow-white flame and grows too bright to look at. The cultists grovel before it. Slowly the sphere collapses in on itself, and they look up at what was within in awed expectation.

Spike: Bloody Hell.