Sunnydale Cemetery

8:57 PM

Angel pushed Buffy up against a wall covered in ivy as his tongue searched around in her mouth. What Giles didn't know was that every time Buffy left to venture to the cemetery, she only staked vamps half of the time. The other half was fully devoted to Angel. The two did what they felt like in that time. Angel pulled away from Buffy for a few seconds as she gulped down some much needed air.

"What time is it?" she asked wondering if it was time she headed home, not wanting to but thinking of Dawn home all alone gave her a sickening pang of guilt.

"9," Angel said, still retrieving air himself.

"I have to go home. Dawn has school in the morning," Buffy said quietly. Angel ran his fingers along Buffy's facial features lovingly.

"Well, maybe a little longer," Buffy said attacking Angel once more.

Giles, Nicky, and Alex's house

11:30 PM

"Where is that girl?" Giles asked. He had put Nicky and Alex to bed. He had promised them they could stay up until Buffy got home, but once it passed the 10:00 mark he drew the line. Dawn was asleep on the sofa along with Xander and Anya. Oz and Willow were snuggled together a blanket wrapped around them by the fire. Kalani had fallen asleep a while ago. Cordelia had called from home around 8 and told Giles she was too tired to come over.

"She's coming Giles," Willow said quietly not to wake up a dozing Oz who she was trying to lull to sleep by tickling his ears. Not more then 10 seconds later Buffy came through the front door, fumbiling with her sweater.

"Oh Buffy you didn't," Giles said. Buffy tried to look innocent but Willow saw right through her.

"So," she whispered adjusting herself on the floor "how was it?"

Somewhere Underground, under the preschool

MIDNIGHT

Drusilla sat at the edge of her bed. She felt completely lost and miserable. Today was her daughters 15 birthday. Drusilla had her daughter 16 years ago when she had a one night stand with an innocent. She had killed him not thinking much about it. A while later her daughter Priscilla Rose was born. Drusilla had been completely confused but Angel had taken Rose away from her and left her on a doorstep of an innocent. Spike came into the room his mouth outlined in blood.

"Come on love," he cooed sitting next to her, "you must eat something."

"No Spikey. I feel too.....too lost," Drusilla whispered weakly.

"You go to sleep pet," Spike said gently pushing Drusilla down on the bed.

"It will get better soon. I still hear Prissy and Emily too. Their voices will go away in time."