One True Love

Chapter 3

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A/N: I was thinking of only making this a 4 or 5 chapter story, because that is realistic for me.

Willow, Giles and Wesley sat silently in the office, having read through every book they could find. Willow had returned, after having no luck finding someone to help them. Cordy had gone to sit with Angel.

The books hadn't been very helpful, they only told them what they already knew; Angelus was a monster who had killed masses of people and slept with Darla a lot on the side. The only thing they couldn't find information on, surprisingly, was Spike's siring. This annoyed Wesley a lot, as he was very interested in the making of the youngest Master vampire in the Order of Aurelius, the slayer of slayers.

He picked up the book once again, flipping to the page where all the information about Angel seemed to stop suddenly. He stared at it for a moment, noticing how the information just seemed to stop. Almost as if...he looked closer, and could just make out tiny tears at the spine.

'Someone's ripped out pages,' he said, horrified, 'at least ten pages are gone. Who would do something like that?'

Willow and Giles got up at looked over his shoulder, both noticing where the missing pages should be. They were both puzzled as to the reason for these passages being removed, seeing as only Watchers read the diaries.

'I could try a locater spell, I'll just have to modify it a bit,' suggested Willow.

'You might as well, seeing as we having nothing else to do,' Giles said tiredly. He had almost run out of ideas to help Angel.

They sat silently as Willow did the spell, which would hopefully make the crystal go hot when brought near the missing pages. She completed the spell, which had shown her that the pages were still in the building and probably still in the room. They moved around the room, until Willow dropped the crystal with a yelp when she walked over a certain part of the floor.

Giles and Wesley pulled up the floorboards. It took them a while. Once the floorboards were gone they saw the nine missing pages stuffed roughly under the floor. Wesley grabbed them eagerly, and returned to the desk, leaving Giles to clean up the mess.

Wesley read them for a few minutes, while Willow and Giles made coffee. When he reached the fourth sheet he finally found some exciting information.

'Well, that's interesting,' he murmured, catching Giles attention.

'What's interesting Wesley?' Giles asked, walking over.

'This page. It recounts Spike's siring,' Wesley said, handing over the dusty page, 'The Watcher, who was, well, watching Angelus at the time, asked a local baker who saw what had happened. From the sound of it, it was Angelus who sired Spike. But I'm sure I remember Buffy saying that Spike said Drusilla sired him. And that's odd, because it's a terrible sin in Vampire culture to deny your sire. Spike could be killed for it.

The three of them sat in silence, reading through the remaining papers. They all found that they differed from what Spike had told them, mainly where Angel was concerned.

Giles was reading the last page, when he exclaimed, 'Dear lord!'

Wesley grabbed the sheet from Giles and read the passage,

"I've been watching the Vampires for the last week, ever since the creation of the new one, William. He and Angelus seem to spend vast amount of time together, mainly in the bedroom. It sickens me the way these Vampires seem to bathe in pain and death. Just before their latest lovemaking they grabbed a whore off the street, torturing her to death and becoming aroused over her dead carcass. I think if it were not for the counsel's generous pay, I would have left this task long ago. I have never seen a family of demons so dark and viscous. However, over the last month I have noticed a change in the male, Angelus. He seems only to have eyes for the young one William, and that on some occasions I have seen an emotion resembling love in his eyes. The older female, Darla, has been angry at his lack of attention, and I fear William may pay for his sire's affections."

Gunn and the others returned to hotel after fighting off the vamps. They walked into the room and saw Wesley, Giles and Willow sitting in silence, staring at a sheet of paper.

'What's on the paper, man?' he asked.

Wesley jumped, startled, and stuffed the paper into his pocket. He and Giles seemed slightly pale, and Willow staring the wall, was obviously in deep, deep thought. Wesley stood up, rubbing his hands together.

'It's nothing, just an old bill. Ok, well, Giles and I were talking and we think it would be best if you Sunnydale folks went back home. We're having a few complications with the spell, but there is nothing more you can do to help. So you should get going, while it's light.'

They stared at him.

'What sort of complications?' asked Tara curiously, 'Because me and Willow could...'

'No!' said Willow, snapping out of her daze, 'It's nothing we can help with! I think it's best if we just go.'

'OK then,' said Xander, jollily, 'Everyone, we're moving out!'

They all turned to leave, Anya muttering something about a waste of time. Just as they were about to walk out of the door, Buffy walked over.

'Where are you guys going?' she asked, her voice hoarse, 'Angel hasn't woken up yet. And I'm not leaving till he does.'

'Oh, come on Buff,' said Xander, 'G-man said there was nothing we could do, so why stay? We have a Hellmouth that needs protecting.'

'No!' yelled Buffy, her voice breaking, 'I'm staying! He's my true love. I love him and he loves me! WE LOVE EACH OTHER!'

She broke down with a sob, and ran up the stairs. The others looked after her, confused, not knowing the reason for her outburst. Dawn made to follow her, but Willow stopped her

'She just needs some time alone, Dawnie. She needs a break. It'll be good for her to stay in LA for a while.'

Dawn looked relucent, but followed the group out the door. Willow, who was the last to leave, sent Wesley a 'this-is-going-to-be-bad' look, before closing the door behind her.

Wesley sank onto a chair, and let his head slip into his hands.

'Oh God.'

Spike sat in his crypt, redoing his black nail polish, and thinking of ways to get Buffy to love him. His door opened with a loud BANG. He turned around.

'Slay- oh. Watcher, to what do I owe this pleasure?' he said, turning back to his nail polish.

'It's about Angel.'

'Well, unless it involves his very timely death, I'm not interested.'

Giles took off his glasses and cleaned them.

'It might actually.'

Spike looked up with a grin.

'I'm listening.'

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!

tp96: I got rid of most of them in this chapter, because I was getting confused.