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The Immortal loved Buffy. He gave the kind of love only a sick twisted immortal person could give someone. But he figured out that giving up immortality wouldn't be worth Buffy getting fully under his control quicker. He knew Angel and Spike were plotting behind his back and that they might figure out a plan good enough to destroy him. But the gate would be opened before that. Then everyone that opposed him would be destroyed.
The Immortal woke up from his little daydream to see Sophi standing in front of him. "Um, hi." She said. The Immortal stood up and shook her hand, "Hello! How are you? Please sit down." He pointed to a crate. Sophi sat down and let out a sigh. "Ok, right to the point. Um, I'm sort of worried"
"About what?" Asked the Immortal in his sincerest voice. He knew she suspected something about Nancy. He knew this was the moment he was waiting for.
"Well it's about Nancy. She's been acting strange."
Score, thought the Immortal.
"What do you mean?" He said again, in the most sincere voice he could muster.
"Well all she does all day is sit on that cot! And she acts happy all the time! It's like she's under mind control or something! I'm really worried and I thought you could help me."
"It must be a spell from those two vampires, Angel and Spike. We need something to protect ourselves from it." The Immortal said. He went to his desk and pretended to rummage through it. He finally lifted up withered scroll with symbols on it. "What's that?" asked Sophi, pointing to the paper. "It's a protection scroll. Just press it on hold it on for a few moments. We'll be protected from those two nasty vampires when the ink sinks into our skin." Sophi grabbed the piece of paper and held it on to her palm. "Hope this works." She said. All of a sudden, everything around her was going dark as the ink flowed into her skin. "It's you..." She said before she blacked out.
Fred looked up at Illyria. "How dare you admit that you cry for him!" she said. "You petty worm! You deserved to die if this was how possessive you were to him! You probably didn't even let anyone speak to him for fear of losing him!" said Illyria. She was sick and tired of Fred complaining about killing her. She was dead, and she should learn to deal with it.
Fred was surprised at Illyria. But she didn't really care anymore. She had time to vent. She had gotten her revenge by beat the godliness out of Illyria. So she just wanted one thing now. Wesley. "Listen, I know I've been really hard about this but if you could just help me get out of here, I won't care anymore! I'll be with Wesley. That's all I want. Just get me out of here. I just want to leave this place. Please."
Illyria looked to Fred, for the first time since they met seeing what a forgiving person she was. Illyria started to feel mass amounts of guilt over killing Fred. "I will try. I wish you luck in leaving this oblivion if I cannot help you." Fred, for the first time since Illyria came, smiled. "Thank you." She said, beaming.
Willow brought back two packs of blood for Angel and Spike. Ever since Angel had gotten locked in the freezer (even though he denies it) Willow started insisting on getting the blood, lest it happen again. Since Willow got rid of the spell, Angel and Spike were making mounds of progress. "Hey, Angel. I got a pretty good idea." She said pouring the blood into paper cups. "Since the Immortal isn't quite immortal anymore, we probably should tie him up and interrogate him."
"What do you mean he's not immortal?"
"Weren't you paying any attention yesterday? Blood started coming out of his nose when Illyria threw him across the room. That means his immortality is fading. He's losing his power. We should be able to interrogate him now because of his weakness."
"So we just tie em' up and ask questions? Should we do something about the slayer, incase she attacks? She's still under mind control." Said Spike. He would hate it if Buffy were to attack him and he would have to fight back.
"We make a diversion. Spike..." said Angel.
"Why do I always get stuck with these jobs?"
"Because, I don't like you very much."
"Alright then it's settled. Interrogation. We need rope. Lots of rope. Maybe chains." Said Willow before Spike could get a chance to react to Angel.
"I'll look around. When's it going to take place? We need to..." asked Angel, being cut off by Spike.
"Hey! What about me? What to I do with Buffy?" said Spike. He was the only one who wasn't clear on what to do.
"Board games!" said Willow.
"Red, not to be mean, but where in bloody hell did you get that idea?"
"The mind control has made them pretty dumb. I bet you could keep her somewhere for hours if you play Monopoly or Life. Try it! I promise it'll work." She said.
"What time?" asked Angel in an angry tone.
"How about tonight, 8:00?" said Willow.
"Agreed." Said Spike.
Gunn was feeling much better. His wounds were closing up and he could walk and run again. He checked out of the hospital as soon as he could and was planning on going to Sunnydale. As he walked out of the hospital, he noticed something strange. A gust of wind was coming down on him out of nowhere. He looked up, and saw it. "Look's like someone stayed behind.' He said, looking at the immense dragon hovering above him.
The Immortal loved Buffy. He gave the kind of love only a sick twisted immortal person could give someone. But he figured out that giving up immortality wouldn't be worth Buffy getting fully under his control quicker. He knew Angel and Spike were plotting behind his back and that they might figure out a plan good enough to destroy him. But the gate would be opened before that. Then everyone that opposed him would be destroyed.
The Immortal woke up from his little daydream to see Sophi standing in front of him. "Um, hi." She said. The Immortal stood up and shook her hand, "Hello! How are you? Please sit down." He pointed to a crate. Sophi sat down and let out a sigh. "Ok, right to the point. Um, I'm sort of worried"
"About what?" Asked the Immortal in his sincerest voice. He knew she suspected something about Nancy. He knew this was the moment he was waiting for.
"Well it's about Nancy. She's been acting strange."
Score, thought the Immortal.
"What do you mean?" He said again, in the most sincere voice he could muster.
"Well all she does all day is sit on that cot! And she acts happy all the time! It's like she's under mind control or something! I'm really worried and I thought you could help me."
"It must be a spell from those two vampires, Angel and Spike. We need something to protect ourselves from it." The Immortal said. He went to his desk and pretended to rummage through it. He finally lifted up withered scroll with symbols on it. "What's that?" asked Sophi, pointing to the paper. "It's a protection scroll. Just press it on hold it on for a few moments. We'll be protected from those two nasty vampires when the ink sinks into our skin." Sophi grabbed the piece of paper and held it on to her palm. "Hope this works." She said. All of a sudden, everything around her was going dark as the ink flowed into her skin. "It's you..." She said before she blacked out.
Fred looked up at Illyria. "How dare you admit that you cry for him!" she said. "You petty worm! You deserved to die if this was how possessive you were to him! You probably didn't even let anyone speak to him for fear of losing him!" said Illyria. She was sick and tired of Fred complaining about killing her. She was dead, and she should learn to deal with it.
Fred was surprised at Illyria. But she didn't really care anymore. She had time to vent. She had gotten her revenge by beat the godliness out of Illyria. So she just wanted one thing now. Wesley. "Listen, I know I've been really hard about this but if you could just help me get out of here, I won't care anymore! I'll be with Wesley. That's all I want. Just get me out of here. I just want to leave this place. Please."
Illyria looked to Fred, for the first time since they met seeing what a forgiving person she was. Illyria started to feel mass amounts of guilt over killing Fred. "I will try. I wish you luck in leaving this oblivion if I cannot help you." Fred, for the first time since Illyria came, smiled. "Thank you." She said, beaming.
Willow brought back two packs of blood for Angel and Spike. Ever since Angel had gotten locked in the freezer (even though he denies it) Willow started insisting on getting the blood, lest it happen again. Since Willow got rid of the spell, Angel and Spike were making mounds of progress. "Hey, Angel. I got a pretty good idea." She said pouring the blood into paper cups. "Since the Immortal isn't quite immortal anymore, we probably should tie him up and interrogate him."
"What do you mean he's not immortal?"
"Weren't you paying any attention yesterday? Blood started coming out of his nose when Illyria threw him across the room. That means his immortality is fading. He's losing his power. We should be able to interrogate him now because of his weakness."
"So we just tie em' up and ask questions? Should we do something about the slayer, incase she attacks? She's still under mind control." Said Spike. He would hate it if Buffy were to attack him and he would have to fight back.
"We make a diversion. Spike..." said Angel.
"Why do I always get stuck with these jobs?"
"Because, I don't like you very much."
"Alright then it's settled. Interrogation. We need rope. Lots of rope. Maybe chains." Said Willow before Spike could get a chance to react to Angel.
"I'll look around. When's it going to take place? We need to..." asked Angel, being cut off by Spike.
"Hey! What about me? What to I do with Buffy?" said Spike. He was the only one who wasn't clear on what to do.
"Board games!" said Willow.
"Red, not to be mean, but where in bloody hell did you get that idea?"
"The mind control has made them pretty dumb. I bet you could keep her somewhere for hours if you play Monopoly or Life. Try it! I promise it'll work." She said.
"What time?" asked Angel in an angry tone.
"How about tonight, 8:00?" said Willow.
"Agreed." Said Spike.
Gunn was feeling much better. His wounds were closing up and he could walk and run again. He checked out of the hospital as soon as he could and was planning on going to Sunnydale. As he walked out of the hospital, he noticed something strange. A gust of wind was coming down on him out of nowhere. He looked up, and saw it. "Look's like someone stayed behind.' He said, looking at the immense dragon hovering above him.