"Oh, that's right. It's Drusilla, now. Right? But it's just that I was so devastated to hear that my lover and first and only child had perished." He said in a mocking voice.

"Devestated? You practically threw me out in the streets." She said in a low, incensed voice.

"Yeah, and look where you ended up- impersonating some dead woman living the good life. How many years do you think you'll get for being a fraud?"

"Don't do this. Don't you want what's best for our daughter?" Buffy knew it was a long shot playing the "family" card, but she had nothing else.

"Hey, when did I ever relinquish my parental rights?"

"When you accused me of sleeping around and forced me to leave the apartment?" She said sarcastically.

"So I made a mistake. But it's little in comparison to yours."

"Why don't you just tell me what you want."

"What? You want me to leave so soon?"

"Immediately. The very sight of you makes me-"

"Hey, no need to insult me, lover. Look, just meet me here tomorrow at twelve. And bring the kid." He said, handing her a card with an address.

"Why? It's not like you really care. Leave her out of this." In that moment, he tightened his grip on her hand. She winced in pain.

"No. She's my daughter, and I demand to see her. If you have a problem with that, then I'm sure you, me, the Giles' and the police can sit down and have a nice chat about it." Buffy felt the tears sting her eyes. She thought she may have a nervous breakdown right then and there.

"Okay. I'll be there." Angel gave her one of his sinister smirks.

"Gotta say, you've made the right choice. See ya around, Dru." He said as he released her, walking away and disappearing into the shadows. She jumped slightly when a warm hand gently touched her shoulders.

"Everything okay, luv?" Spike asked her as he watched the dark haired man leave. Buffy was silent for a moment before turning around, hugging him close and breathing in his scent." Everything's fine. Peachy, even." Spike of course knew she was lying. How could he not? He came to the conclusion that they were probably going to meet somewhere to talk, and Buffy obviously wasn't going to tell him a damn thing. So of course, he decided to be rational, and devised a plan.

"So, you want me to spy on her?" Asked a perplexed Andrew.

"Bloody hell. It's not exactly spying, is it? It's watching her and what she does without getting caught. It'll just be for tomorrow and the day after that. I want to find out who that wanker was. And if he intends to do harm to Bu- Dru, Drusilla, or Faith. Then I swear that if he does, I'll chop him into messes."

"Umm... okay. I guess. But you might wanna take the hostility down a notch or two. Not good for the soul."

"Yeah, right. Just don't screw this up. This is a highly covert operation, so that means not to be seen."

"I know what 'covert' means, Spike. I have a secret black spy suit and everything." He said in an exasperated voice.

"I'm just sayin'. None of your funny cameras, code names, or whatever it is. Just find the place and a name."

"Alright, Spike. I'll make ya proud. You can count on me."

TBC