Chapter Three: Special Guests
The limo pulled up to the grand victorian style home that seemed abandoned for years. But for tonight especially, the house seemed to be full of life. The house seemed to have a sort of magnetic pull on Buffy. It intrigued her, and she wanted to know more about it.
As the four got out of the car, Cordelia danced around, laughing in awe.
"Oh my gosh! Look at this place! It's gorgeous!" She laughed as she ran over to a wall of white flowers and smelled them. "I don't care what anyone says, having rich friends is totally awesome!"
"Watch out Xander, you've got yourself a thinker." Willow laughed to herself. Xander just gave her a disapproving look. Buffy wasn't paying attention to any of them, she just commenced to staring at the house. The beautiful columns, the gorgeous window designs, and the marvelous marble statues, everything unique in its own way but adding to the house in it's own perfect harmony.
"Oh, I see. Not even a single hello even after all these years. Really makes a guy feel appreciated." Angel smiled, standing in an almost hidden doorway covered in vines.
"Angel!" Willow smiled and jumped into his arms, followed by Xander, who shook his hand. Buffy just walked behind the two and greeted him.
"Hi." She said in an uneasy voice. "How've you been?"
"Good. And you? H-How's Dawn?"
"Fine and fine. A whole lotta fine-ness really. So...umm... amazing place for a birthday party. You pick it out?" Buffy asked, curious about the place.
"No. Actually Darla did. Said I needed a birthday celebration fit for a king"
"And he does." Darla said coming up from behind him, wrapping her slinky arm around him. "You must be Buffy. I've always wanted to meet you."
"Uh... ditto, I guess."
"A-and I'm Willow," Willow spoke up, interrupting the awkwardness. " And this is Xander... Oh... and Cordelia."
"Well, Now that everyone's here, I suggest that we go inside and get settled." Darla said. "Mr. Giles is waiting."
***
Giles had been a friend of Angel's family for the longest time. He had actually went to college at Oxford with Angel's mother (and it's rumored that they had dated for some time.) Giles was a curator for one of the most prominent museums in all of England, and was in town to pick out some artifacts to show in his display on ancient Egypt from the Los Ageles History Museum. But this was not the only side to Giles.
Giles had another hobby. No, not a hobby. A whole nother life underneathe the facade. He was a demonologist, a demonologist who had in fact seen demons and the forces of darkness at work. Not many people had, they just didn't know where to look.
The mansion gave Giles an uneasy feeling, almost as if his eveymove was being watched. He didn't like that. In all of his investagations, that meant supernatural activity was abroad. Mr. Giles pursed his lips and polished his glasses as he so often did when he was nervous, in complete silence. Almost.
"OH MY GOOD HEAVENS!" He screamed out as a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned to see Darla, Angel, and a rather young group of people with them.
"Mr. Giles, are you alright?" Darla asked.
"Oh, yes. Thank you Darla." He said, red with embarrasment.
"Oh, Okay. Well Angel's friends are here."
"Yes, Mr. Giles. This is Xander, Willow, Buffy, and Cordelia. Guys, Giles. Giles, Guys." Angel said, introducing everyone.
"Oh, hello." Giles smiled warmly and shook everyones hand.
"Oh Angel. Now that your special guests have arrived, I assume we should set up for everyone else?"
"Huh?" Angel was confused, lost in all his excitement from seeing all his old friends again. "Oh yes, let's get this party started."
***
The killer had a devilish smile on his face underneathe his black mask. Sitting on the basement floor of the lavish mansion, he lit the candles surrounding him, completing the pentagram which he sat in. The pentagram was made from the blood of the girl he had killed the night before, and now her body lay sprawled in the center. He baptized himself by drawing an inverted cross on his forehead in her blood.
"Segnen Sie dieses Haus, OH- den dunklen Geist des dunklen Lords vom alten Durchlauf frei. Bilden Sie Spielplatz dieses thy Teufels" He chanted. As he finished, he heard the house squeek and groan in compliance. The house was alive.
And he laughed.
The limo pulled up to the grand victorian style home that seemed abandoned for years. But for tonight especially, the house seemed to be full of life. The house seemed to have a sort of magnetic pull on Buffy. It intrigued her, and she wanted to know more about it.
As the four got out of the car, Cordelia danced around, laughing in awe.
"Oh my gosh! Look at this place! It's gorgeous!" She laughed as she ran over to a wall of white flowers and smelled them. "I don't care what anyone says, having rich friends is totally awesome!"
"Watch out Xander, you've got yourself a thinker." Willow laughed to herself. Xander just gave her a disapproving look. Buffy wasn't paying attention to any of them, she just commenced to staring at the house. The beautiful columns, the gorgeous window designs, and the marvelous marble statues, everything unique in its own way but adding to the house in it's own perfect harmony.
"Oh, I see. Not even a single hello even after all these years. Really makes a guy feel appreciated." Angel smiled, standing in an almost hidden doorway covered in vines.
"Angel!" Willow smiled and jumped into his arms, followed by Xander, who shook his hand. Buffy just walked behind the two and greeted him.
"Hi." She said in an uneasy voice. "How've you been?"
"Good. And you? H-How's Dawn?"
"Fine and fine. A whole lotta fine-ness really. So...umm... amazing place for a birthday party. You pick it out?" Buffy asked, curious about the place.
"No. Actually Darla did. Said I needed a birthday celebration fit for a king"
"And he does." Darla said coming up from behind him, wrapping her slinky arm around him. "You must be Buffy. I've always wanted to meet you."
"Uh... ditto, I guess."
"A-and I'm Willow," Willow spoke up, interrupting the awkwardness. " And this is Xander... Oh... and Cordelia."
"Well, Now that everyone's here, I suggest that we go inside and get settled." Darla said. "Mr. Giles is waiting."
***
Giles had been a friend of Angel's family for the longest time. He had actually went to college at Oxford with Angel's mother (and it's rumored that they had dated for some time.) Giles was a curator for one of the most prominent museums in all of England, and was in town to pick out some artifacts to show in his display on ancient Egypt from the Los Ageles History Museum. But this was not the only side to Giles.
Giles had another hobby. No, not a hobby. A whole nother life underneathe the facade. He was a demonologist, a demonologist who had in fact seen demons and the forces of darkness at work. Not many people had, they just didn't know where to look.
The mansion gave Giles an uneasy feeling, almost as if his eveymove was being watched. He didn't like that. In all of his investagations, that meant supernatural activity was abroad. Mr. Giles pursed his lips and polished his glasses as he so often did when he was nervous, in complete silence. Almost.
"OH MY GOOD HEAVENS!" He screamed out as a hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned to see Darla, Angel, and a rather young group of people with them.
"Mr. Giles, are you alright?" Darla asked.
"Oh, yes. Thank you Darla." He said, red with embarrasment.
"Oh, Okay. Well Angel's friends are here."
"Yes, Mr. Giles. This is Xander, Willow, Buffy, and Cordelia. Guys, Giles. Giles, Guys." Angel said, introducing everyone.
"Oh, hello." Giles smiled warmly and shook everyones hand.
"Oh Angel. Now that your special guests have arrived, I assume we should set up for everyone else?"
"Huh?" Angel was confused, lost in all his excitement from seeing all his old friends again. "Oh yes, let's get this party started."
***
The killer had a devilish smile on his face underneathe his black mask. Sitting on the basement floor of the lavish mansion, he lit the candles surrounding him, completing the pentagram which he sat in. The pentagram was made from the blood of the girl he had killed the night before, and now her body lay sprawled in the center. He baptized himself by drawing an inverted cross on his forehead in her blood.
"Segnen Sie dieses Haus, OH- den dunklen Geist des dunklen Lords vom alten Durchlauf frei. Bilden Sie Spielplatz dieses thy Teufels" He chanted. As he finished, he heard the house squeek and groan in compliance. The house was alive.
And he laughed.