A/N: Thanks Doremi for the comment on Lydia, the coroner, if you like that you'll definitely like a scene in this chapter. Thank you all for your reviews, please continue with them.

Disclaimer: Read my words, I don't own Angel.

I was torn between whom to follow. I was the only one that could pull the Mist out, well at least out of Fred. Would I be any good if Spike's hunch was right, none of the slayer even knew me. I was curious about what would happen to Angel at Wolfram & Hart. However, the slight chance that I could help take out the Mist outweighed that. Besides Angel could take care of himself.

Belle came up to Lydia who was in the corner, slightly shaking.

"What little sister, are you afraid of me?" Belle smirked.

Lydia looked up with hatred in her eyes, "Get out of here."

"You know why you hate me so much," she came closer, that their noses were nearly touching, "Because you don't want to admit that you want to be just like me. Why the help do work in a morgue, it's to be dark and sadistic like me. Hell, you even wear your hair the same way as me!"

"You're wrong," the coroner gritted through her teeth.

"Just remember Lydia," Belle used her thumb to make a cut in the woman's cheek, "I have power, so you can never be like me."

She turned and walked away. Any fear Lydia had turned into pure fury. Her fingers tighten around the large crucifix until her knuckles were white.

"Belle," Lydia called.

"Yes," she replied no bothering to look at the speaker.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, I have power."

"Lyd-" Belle began to laugh but was cut short by her sister swing the cross into the side of her head. Her body crumpled to the floor, blood dripping through her violet hair. Everyone gaped in silence.

"Damn, you should have played baseball," Gunn commented.

Jo began frantic as she came onto the floor next to her boss, "Ms. Tanner, Ms. Tanner."

The slayer shook Belle slowly at first and then more violently.

"Hmm, crosses can hurt her," Lydia remarked.

Jo eyes turned to her, "You killed her."

The Scottish woman was about to attack the vengeful sister when a soft moan stopped her.

"I'm still alive, can't kill me that easily," Belle pushed herself off the floor, leaning again the metal wall with body drawers. Before the demon hybrid had a chance to catch her breath Lydia took her by the throat and raised her up.

"You know why you hate me," she repeated what Belle said earlier using a scalpel to make a laceration in the same place on her cheek, "Because you want to me just like me."

She threw her sibling on the floor.

"If you ever step another foot in my morgue again I'll kill you," she said to Belle and then addressed the audience, "All of you, get out!"

Everyone obeyed no wanting to bring on her wrath.

Outside the building Spike talked to Angel, "As soon as we get rid of the Mist from whomever it's trying to invade I'm coming to collect you at Evil Inc."

"I don't need saving Spike," Angel said, turning to follow the team with my body.

"Yeah, and without me you would be a bedridden lunatic."

The older vampire rolled his eyes and continued on.

Gunn drove back to the hospital with Spike in the seat next to him, constantly toying with the radio station to find "some fairly decent music". Thankfully they arrive before he could find some.

They hurried to Fred room, to find her in a fitful sleep as well as many of the slayers. Giles was swearing at his cell phone since it wasn't cooperating.

"Hello, Willow. Sorry, my phone dropped the call again. We haven't been attacked. No I want you to get here as fast as you can, by the fastest jet in Brazil, or maybe even a teleportation spell. No, no, don't teleport all the way from Rio de Janeiro to London, hop every 50 miles or so. It doesn't matter how you get here, just very fast and by tomorrow. Alright, Willow call me back when you can, Good-bye."

He look over at Gunn and Spike, "How did things at the morgue go?"

"We got bad news and more bad news," Gunn replied.

The talking had awoken a few of the girls and then Fred shot straight of her bed.

"Wesley," she shouted in my direction and for a second I thought she could see me, but I came back to reality when she looked down at her sheets, panting.

"Bad dream, love?" Spike asked.

Fred nodded, "What did you find out?"

"That Belle can have the tar beaten out of her by her sister," he smiled.

"As much as that joys me, what about the Mist?"

"It was never in Wes, it didn't mess up. It meant to kill him, his death as a distraction for it to possess Fred. And we think that Marci's death may be the same thing so if anyone is feeling cold and is having an out of body experience please raise you hand," Gunn announced.

Everyone stared back at him and then Wynn spoke.

"You're too late," she said, raising her head to reveal pitch black eyes.

"Damn," Gunn shouted as he pushed Wynn in her seat, Giles helped him, while Spike tried to find where the Dark Mist was entering. He found a slash on her forearm right before her elbow began. She must have gone it during the fight, it must have been a little scratch then but because of the Mist it had grow and went down to the bone.

"This body, so much power," it said through Wynn.

"Bullocks," Spike said.

"What?" Gunn asked having a harder time keeping he down, soon some slayer came to help.

"I can see it,"

"And that's a bad thing?" Giles remarked.

"It means that the possession is in its final stages. Damn it, I can pull it out, my hand keeps going right through it."

"Wynn, look at me. You can fight this thing. Fight it!" Giles shouted.

"No…she can't" Fred whispered.

At that moment the nurse, Nancy entered the room, not looking very pleased but her face changed as soon as she saw Wynn in her state.

"Wynn…what's wrong?" she asked, trying very hard not to panic.

"Mum," she whispered, her eyes returning to normal for a split second.

Giles kept repeating what he said earlier as her mother continued to speak, "Please get through this Wynn. I'm sorry, I never should have kicked you out, maybe then I could prevent this. I'm not sure if you know this but I still love you. A mother's love is unconditional. You can dye you hair any color, stay out until the early morning hours, do whatever drug and you still can't change my love."

"I love you too," she whispered, her mother nearly on the verge of tears.

Suddenly Spike was able to yank out the Mist out of her. He did so with such force that he stumbled back a few steps. He and I both watched it swirl out of the room and buildings very quickly.

Nancy put her hands on her child's face, "I hope this will be a reason for you to get off of narcotics, dear"

The comfort in Wynn now brown eyes disappeared with that comment. She took her face away from her mother.

"I've been clean for 6, well, 5 months. Really, I'm not dependent on it anymore."

Nancy stood up, "You're not? So explain what happened just now. I want you to go over down into the emergency room with me and tell them you just had a possible overdose. And you," she shot her head over to Spike, " if you gave her some other illegal drug to counteract, I'll-"

"She doesn't have drugs in her, and I didn't put any in," he said.

"So explain the slash near her vein, did she shoot up!"

"Mum, I'll take a damn blood test to show you that I'm not high!" Wynn screamed, rising from her seat and then unsteadily falling back into it. I was surprised that she had passed already like Fred had.

"No, taking blood from you isn't a good idea. If anything you might need a transplant," Gunn said, helping her back down.

"Who are you, her dealer? Really I don't care, all of you get out! Wynn you're staying with me."

"No," she simply replied.

"What?"

"You can think whatever you want about me but I'm staying with them."

"Fine, go with them, just get out of this hospital!"

Everyone began collecting their things, including Fred.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Nancy asked sincerely.

"If they go, I go," Fred answered. She reached for a robe and her clothes.

"But-"

"If you're not letting them stay, I'm not staying," Fred repeated her.

Nancy simply unfolded a wheel chair in the corner and pushed by Fred's bed, and left the room.

"Well, at least that time she didn't disown me," Wynn said as she got up once again.