The Guests

Cordelia flipped through the pages of her vogue magazine, "God, I'm bored." The seer complained idly; closing the magazine with a sigh.

Wesley looked at Cordelia. "Have a vision then; that shall keep you busy." He told her. Cordelia was about to retort when a quiet cough interrupted.

"Excuse me." The visitor intervened.

Cordelia twirled around to look at the fiery red head. "Hello, this is Angel investigations, we help the helpless, how can we help you?" Cordelia recited happily.

The red head stepped forward. "I wish to speak to Angel, if I may?" She asked feebly.

"Of course." Wesley responded coming around the front desk to join her. "I'm Wesley Wyndam-Price, and this is my colleague Cordelia Chase." The ex-watcher introduced. "Angel is in there." Wesley pointed towards the office.

"Thank you." She nodded, walking towards the office. She entered quietly, closing the door with a soft click.

"Hello, I'm Angel how can I help you?" The vampire asked not looking up from his paper work.

"Angelus," She tutted. "Never were one for greetings as I remember." She mused. Angel snapped to attention at recognition of who had strolled into his office.

"Lady Emily," Angel stood to attention as she looked at him casually. "What brings you to L.A?" He stammered shifting nervously from foot to foot.

She walked towards him carelessly. "I'm having a party, I wish you would come." Emily shrugged he looked at her with suspicion.

"Who for?" Angel asked slowly, taking a step forward.

"Can I not have a party for no reason?" Angel simply looked at her, "Yes, it has been arranged for someone." She relented. "Are you coming?"

Giles looked up as the bell above the Magic shop door rang. Buffy stormed in, blonde hair swirling in a fury. "GILES!" The Slayer yelled.

The watcher sighed and removed his glasses. "Buffy, I'm sitting right here." He cleaned his glasses.

"Giles, we need to call a Scooby meeting, now." Buffy practically yelled.

Giles perked up. "Research? Did something happen on patrol last night?" Giles questioned.

"I'll explain when the guys get here." Buffy replied; picking up the phone, she dialled Xander's number.

Willow, Tara, Xander, and Giles sat around the research desk looking expectantly at the pacing Slayer, as Anya took in the inventory. "Buff, what's with the emergency meeting?" Xander asked from his seat. "Is there a new uber-evil in town?"

Buffy gave a brief description of the previous nights activities. "Spike called her Lady Emily." Buffy finished.

Giles brow furrowed. "Buffy, you must be mistaken," Giles began, "Lady Emily i-is just a myth." Giles explained, cleaning his glasses once again.

"But Giles," Buffy whined. "I saw her!"

The watcher sighed. "I suppose we could research the myth; however I believe the woman was only a myth demons use to control their offspring."

Emily stepped out of her car, followed by four pale faces. "Emily, where did you learn to drive?" Cordelia questioned, getting out the car. "Because I don't think it's safe, or legal, to do one-fifty down the highway." Cordelia scolded leaning on Angel for support.

Angel looked around their surroundings with confusion. "Why are we in Sunnydale?" The vampire question, slowly following Emily up to a large house, which looked like a manor.

"This is wear the party is to be held." Emily announced opening the door leading the way inside. "Couldn't let my baby boy miss his birthday could I?" She asked rhetorically, she walked up to the stairs. "William!" She called loud enough to rouse the sleeping form. "Wake up dear." A groan from upstairs rewarded Emily's pleas and she chuckled softly.

"William?" Angel whispered in a harsh tone. "You're having a party for Spike!" He whispered harshly; pulling her aside from the human.

"Yes!" She hissed pulling her arm away. "It is his birthday, and it shall be celebrated." She growled, Spike trotted down the stairs and was greeted by the sight of his grandsire and his pet humans. "Ah William." She smiled as the blond looked at the hallway full of people. "Please, make yourselves comfortable." She gestured towards the living room; it was decorated in mahogany furniture with velvet throws and a rich carpet.

Cordelia looked at Emily furiously. "I'm not staying here with Spike." She spat hotly at Emily. "He tortured Angel!" She yelled.

"Would it make you feel better if he apologised?" Emily asked crossing her arms over her chest casually.

Cordelia smiled, Spike'll never apologise! The ex-cheerleader thought. What have I got to lose? "Yeah, it would!" She exclaimed triumphantly.

Emily turned to Spike. "Apologise." She ordered, Spike opened his mouth to protest, "Now!" Spike's mouth snapped shut and he nodded sullenly.

"I'm sorry." Spike murmured looking down at his feet.

Emily nodded. "Good. Now once more with feeling." She smiled at his discomfort.

Spike sighed. "I'm sorry Angel, I could have just asked you for the ring, even though you wouldn't have let me have it." Spike stormed and walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it.

"Now, children sit down, I have to go out, I'll be back by six. Play nice, or else!" She warned walking out the door leaving the occupants in an awkward silence.

"Oo, oo, here it is?" Willow chimed as she read the information in the text book; Giles walked over and examined it over her shoulder.

"Lady Emily," Giles began, plucking the book from the Wicca's hands. "Is the supreme leader of the demon council, she leads all demons and specialises in vampirism specifically." The watcher continued to read in silence, after a moment the book fell from his hands and the shop owner grew pale.

"Giles," Buffy looked at her watcher with concern. "What is it?"

"She's older than that book records." He gasped, looking at the book as if it burned.

Xander shrugged, "So?"

Giles looked at the boy. "That book has records in it from before four-thousand B.C!"

Emily waited patiently at the door, she had knock and was about to again when a teenage, who looked, not much younger than herself opened the door.

"Hello," Emily smiled pleasantly. "May I speak with your mother?" She question politely.

The teen looked at her curiously before nodding. "Yeah, come in." She invited naively. Emily came in and closed the door behind her. "My mom's in there." She pointed into the door and jogged up the stairs.

"Dawn," Emily called, Dawn froze before turning around. "Could you accompany me in this conversation? It concerns you." Emily smiled.

Dawn nodded, slowly coming back down stairs. "How do you know my name?"

Emily smirked at the curious teen. "We have a mutual friend; he speaks very highly of you." She walked into the kitchen after knocking softly on the door frame.

Emily made her introductions swiftly so she could get down to business. "Well, Ms Summer's-" Emily addressed the slayers mother.

"Please," Joyce scolded. "Call me Joyce."

"Thank you." Emily nodded courteously. "As I was saying, Joyce, would you and daughter wish to accompany me to a gathering I'm having?"

"Why?" Dawn asked bluntly.

Emily smiled kindly. "William-or Spike-as he is now referred to would like your company." She finished. "It is his birthday and I wish to celebrate." She fished inside her pockets and pulled out a platinum credit card and handed it to Joyce. "Please use that to buy a gift, expensive preferably."

Emily stood and walked to the back door, "Oh the party is at the mansion on Crawford Street, buy something to wear, my treat." She turned to address the teen. "And Dawn, be careful whom you invite into your home, been the Slayer's sister I presumed you would have been." And with that she disappeared into the night.

The shop bell rang and Giles looked at the door, a small red headed woman walked in. "We're closed." He announced as the rest of the Scooby's carried on researching.

"Oh I'm not here to make a purchase." Emily declined softly, Buffy jumped into a defensive stance shielding the others from the red head immediately. "Hello Slayer." Emily greeted with fake warmth.

"Get out." The slayer growled.

Emily smirked at the child. "Make me." She challenged as Anya walked out the basement stairs and spotted Emily.

"Emmi." Anya screeched happily throwing her arms around her old friend. "What are you doing in my shop?" She asked directly.

Emily smiled, "Good to see you Anyanka." Anya pulled back and looked at her friend. "How have the humans been treating you?"

Anya shrugged. "Good, I have a job with lots of money and an orgasm buddy, he's over there." She indicated a deeply blushing Xander.

"Good for you." Emily smiled. "Now I came to invite you all to a party I'm throwing at the mansion for William." Emily told the group bluntly.

Xander snorted. "Why would we go to a party for fangless?" He asked before thinking.

Before anyone knew what was happening Emily pinned Xander to the research desk, the eyes flashing red. "You will not use that name in my presence, understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." He chocked, she released him and stood back.

"For those whom wish to come, I'm leaving a credit card for an expensive present and attire for the evening." She handed Anya the credit card and swooped out.

Anya walked over to her boyfriend and wrapped her arm around him comforting. "Don't insult Spike around her, she's very protective." And with that she left to continue the stock check. The others looked at her retreating form in shock.

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