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A/N hey people!! Great reviews. There is a lot of explaining for what's
happened in the past in this chappie. Really fun, and stuff happens that
you guys'll like. Yes, I have changed the series of events a bit from
Season 3, but it needed to happen. Enjoy!
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"So, B." Faith swung her legs around on the lounge in the Slytherin common room. "What's your story?"
Buffy looked over at the brunette slayer with a smile. Harry had returned Faith's sanity two days before, and Buffy was really grateful for it. She and Faith had so much in common to talk about. Faith was the only other girl in the school that she could really get along with. They were both slayers. They were both witches.
They were both convicted murderesses. It was nice to have a female friend she could talk with.
"My story? About what?"
Faith rolled her eyes, applying more dark sanguine lip gloss. The label on the little tube it was in said the shade was called 'Sinner'. "You know what I mean, girlfriend. Your story. Why are you stuck in here doing time with me?"
Buffy smiled. "Why shouldn't I be?"
"You just don't look like the murdering type." Faith zinged. "You're more a save the puppies, Sunday school type. Me, I was crazy. You, I just don't know."
Buffy shrugged. "I was against the Master - strongest vamp ever, and I mean ever. He killed me by drowning, but Xander - you know Xander?"
Faith nodded. "One of the Scoobs. Giles introduced me. Go on,"
"Well, Xan brought me back with CPR. But I had died, so another Slayer was Called. Her name was Kendra."
Faith nodded, looking pensive. "Kendra, huh? I think she visited the Council HQ where I was before either of us were Called. Really pretty, Jamaican, uptight do-gooder?"
Buffy paused. She pulled a face. "In a nutshell, yeah. Well, I slept with this old boyfriend of mine and he turned evil, and..."
Faith frowned. She rolled onto her stomach, now facing Buffy. "Yeah, that happened to me a few times as well. Most had hangovers too. I'd show 'em a thing or two, now that I know I'm a witch as well as the Chosen."
"I don't think you've experienced anything like this. I mean, evil evil, in a massacre-y, apocalypse way."
"Before we continue, can I just take the liberty to say that this is gonna be a long night of bitching about old boyfriends, so can we please relocate to our dorm with ice cream and chocolate?"
The blonde grinned and laughed. "Girls' night in? Haven't had one of those since God knows when."
"Let's go!"
Both slayers exited the common room and went to the kitchen entrance. The house elves seemed very scared of the two girls, Faith in particular. One of them grabbed Buffy's hand.
"You is knowing the great Harry Potter?" he squeaked. Buffy pulled a face at the grubby creature with its mismatched clothes. It was wearing a Christmas tea cosy, a purple glitter tie and some way too big suit trousers.
"Yeah, why?"
The house elf squealed with delight. "Oh, it is, it is! You is dating the Harry Potter! You is the girl Dobby is always making plans for!"
Buffy stopped. She looked at Faith, who was watching the creature disbelievingly. "Plans? What plans?"
The elf looked worried then. "Oh, good plans, miss! Plans that Harry Potter tells Dobby to make for Miss Buffy!"
Buffy looked confused. She shook her head and picked up her load of food. "Um, okay thanks," she said, with a small smile, then turned to the door. Faith grinned at the other terrified elves, winked, and followed her sister slayer out the door.
Once they were down the corridor heading back to the Slytherin chambers, Faith cracked up laughing. Buffy still looked confused.
"C'mon, B!" Faith exclaimed. "You're just way too blonde!"
Buffy scowled. "What? I don't know what that crazy elf's on about! Plans? What plans?" she said worriedly. Was Harry.plotting behind her back? She felt her stomach turn.
Faith rolled her lined eyes. "B, who do you think organises every date you two have been on? Harry's got the elf in on everything. Pretty clever, too. The elf can do stuff like go to Hogsmeade for things and decorate rooms for your dates, so your boytoy doesn't get caught."
Buffy smiled. "Oh." She said contentedly. All was well.
They made their way back to their dorm. Since Faith had come, the two girls had been put in together in their own private dorm, away from the other Slytherin girls. The room was expansive, but the beds were pushed carelessly against a wall in a corner so that there was space for training. Buffy did most of her training in the weaponry room Harry showed her, though, and so did Faith. It was way more fun.
The two girls flopped down onto Faith's double bed. Faith dumped armfuls of chocolate onto the rich emerald bedspread, which was followed by three tubs of ice cream, a bottle of chocolate sauce and lots of warm, freshly baked cookies.
"Chocolate, Cookies 'n' Cream and Strawberry," Buffy said happily, shaking her numb arms. "Yeesh, cold."
Faith laughed, ripping the lid off the Cookies 'n' Cream and digging her spoon in. "I used to have ice cream nights with my friends back in Boston - before the Council came and recruited me," she said.
The blonde girl licked her lips, picking up a cookie. "This is naughty, full of calories," she lamented, looking at the choc chip cookie suspiciously as if it would jump up and bite her. Faith raised an eyebrow, and Buffy took a big bite quickly. "Don't hear me complaining!" she amended. Faith grinned.
"So, B. You're not just dating Harry now, you've got the elf-boy going along for the ride."
"Ew! C'mon, Faye. That's just wrong," Buffy giggled. "So, I noticed you and Malfoy were missing in action last night. Explain."
Faith grinned widely, making her eyes hide behind thick, dark lashes. "He took me to the old dungeons in his family's manor. He didn't know I was sane at the time, though," she said smiling wickedly.
"What, he still thought you were psycho girl?" Faith nodded, popping another scoop of ice cream into her mouth. Buffy shook her head, trying to comprehend Faith's actions. Even if she wasn't crazy crazy, she was still kind of.crazy. "Did you actually tell him?"
Faith nodded again. "Yeah, course. At the end of the night. After the chains."
Buffy shook her head with her eyes closed, trying to rid herself of the mental image. Chains? She didn't want to know. "How'd he react when you told him?"
"He just shrugged and then we made out for ages."
Buffy blinked, surprised. Typical Faith/Malfoy interaction. Buffy smirked inwardly as she thought about Malfoy.
He thought he was so superior to everyone else. Actually, in many ways, he was. Draco Malfoy was intelligent, cunning, powerful, Pure-blooded, rich and (though Buffy thought Harry was much hotter), he was bloody good- looking as well. Buffy snorted in an unladylike fashion. He wasn't all as bad-ass as everyone thought. Upon accidentally-on-purpose stumbling into his dorm in the middle of the night, the two slayers had found out a few things about him as they raided his room. There was poetry under his bed, with a music score made for it. Evidently, a certain Prince of Slytherin wrote songs and sonnets. Interesting. Faith had made observations during her analysis of his bare, muscly chest and silk boxers as he slept, which Buffy agreed with. Also worthy of interest.
"Yo, B!" Buffy blinked, and looked over at Faith.
"Huh?"
"Zoned out on me, girl. Busy thinking about your boytoy?" Faith teased, winking.
"Actually, I was thinking about yours," she zinged. Faith's face darkened.
"Better not be. You know I don't share - "
" - or have threesomes unless it's guy/girl/guy. I know the drill," Buffy said as she rolled her eyes. "And I have no interest in Malfoy whatsoever. I got Harry, remember?"
Faith relaxed, reaching for a cookie. "Okay then," she said easily. She got a scoop of ice cream and slapped it onto the choc chip cookie. Then, she squirted chocolate sauce all over it and crowned her masterpiece with another cookie. "Sugar sandwich: come to mummy," she said giggling, and struggled to take a bite.
Buffy took the bottle and squirted sauce straight into her mouth. "Mmm," she gurgled. "'S good."
Faith laughed. "So, B - story. You were up to the part where the X-man brought you back, I think."
"Nuh, past that. Slept with evil boyfriend, remember?"
Faith's eyes sparkled. "Oh, yeah. Sounds wicked bad. Go on - dish."
Buffy swallowed the rest of her sauce and took a breath. Bleeding Angel. Wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for him losing his soul. "Yeah, well. Name was Angel."
"Weird name for a guy."
"He wasn't a man." This made Faith quiet. She looked confused. "Faith, Angel was a vampire with a soul."
There was silence. Buffy looked at Faith to see her reaction. She still looked confused. Slowly, confusion melted into recognition, which turned into disbelief. Faith jumped up on the bed and started screaming with a huge grin.
"Oh my god, you slept with a vamp!!" she was laughing, cackling like a madwoman. Her eyes danced and she looked like she had gone insane again. "No way! You? you nailed a VAMP?"
Buffy felt her face go red. "C'mon, Faith, I.we, uh." She muttered. Faith jumped back down onto the bed, laughing.
"Aw, whoa. And I thought I was bad, killing a human," she mused. "Oh, sorry, that's my story. Keep telling yours."
Buffy was still very embarrassed. What would Harry say if he found out? She sighed. "Don't tell Harry, Faith. Please."
"Sure."
"Promise. I don't know what he'd do."
"Okay, okay. Just go on, B."
"Well, I - "
"Oh. Shit." Faith stopped. She looked at Buffy seriously. "You say his name was Angel?"
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. Why? Heard of him?"
Faith nodded, looking troubled. "The Council train us Potentials in all that history crap. You don't mean Angelus, part of the Scourge of Europe, do ya?"
Buffy felt her stomach twinge. "Um, yeah. That's where my story's heading, actually."
"He disappeared for, like, eighty years. He got cursed with a soul, right? For killing some gypsy chick."
"And I happied the soul right out of him. Angelus came back in full swing. At that time, actually, Spike and Drusilla happened to be visiting Sunnydale. The gang was back."
Faith stopped. Shit, B had it pretty bad back when she was in Sunnyhell. No wonder she got messed up and killed Kendra. "What about the other Scourge chick? Darling?"
Buffy smiled. "Darla. I killed her last year." She paused. "No, wait," she said, frowning. "Oh, I remember. I fought her, but Angel came and staked her in the end, for me."
Buffy spared a thought for Darla. Where was she? She had disappeared out of the painting when the Master was resurrecting her. That was all well and good, but where was she? Was the resurrection a flop, or was Darla out redeeming herself, or was she just snacking on people? Buffy felt her stomach twinge again.
Darla, even though she was just a painting, had been Buffy's only real friend during the first month of her rehabilitation at Hogwarts. Now she was gone, but at least Buffy had Harry and Faith now. Still, Buffy kind of missed Darla.
Faith bit into another cookie. "And Kendra?"
Buffy swallowed. "Angel - " she stopped. "Angelus lured me out for a fight. I can't remember what happened too clearly, but when I got back to the library, Kendra was there, and her throat was totally slashed. I went after Spike and Dru and Angelus. Angelus was opening the gateway to Hell by awakening Acathla, and I staked Dru and Spike. By the time I got to Angelus, the gateway was open. The portal to Hell was open, and the only way to close it was his blood."
Faith was quiet. She had stopped eating, and was staring at Buffy incredulously. "Go on," she said softly.
Buffy licked her lips. "Uh, well, we fought. Again. Swordfight. At the end, he was winning, but I." She broke off, frowning. "I don't remember too well. I had lost my sword, and was locked in a corner. He thrust his sword at my face to finish me off, and I shut my eyes. All of a sudden I was standing on the other side of him, holding both his and my sword. I forced him against Acathla and put both swords through him. I sent Angelus to hell, and the portal closed. I went back to the library and got arrested by the Council."
Faith was shivering at the eerie tale. She felt prickles move up her spine. "So, where's Angelus now?" she questioned. Buffy shrugged.
"Where I left him, I guess. He can't get out of Hell, it's impossible. Giles told me. And time passes differently there. Angelus is in a dimension of suffering, and has probably spent hundreds of years there, being tortured.
Eternal Damnation, and I mean it."
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The Master smiled, showing off his long, glistening fangs. "Well done, Richie."
The Mayor grinned, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. "Well, Joe, I've told you time and time again, you just have to keep practising your game. Just because you're conquering the world doesn't mean you can let your golf slip away."
The Master watched as Richard Wilkins III put his golf club back in its case, jumping into the golf buggy alongside the ancient vampire. A blonde man in billowing black robes swallowed nervously at the wheel, and drove onto the next course.
"Really, Joe," the Mayor said. "Won't you play a round with me? It's not right to just watch me play. You have to be active, participate! Heck, I'm always telling the kids that." He chuckled.
The Master stopped smiling. "I don't play," he said with a flat voice. "I enjoy watching."
"Like those Watchers at the Council?" the Mayor laughed. "Those stuffy businessmen. I keep saying, children are the light of our future."
"Or our Darkness," the Master contradicted. He spoke in a low voice, carefully articulated at all times. "My children are of the Dark."
The Mayor nodded emphatically. "I know. Those two, Darla and Drusilla?" he smiled. "Charming girls. They're so quick to please. It's girls like that who really send a positive image to Sunnydale's and Hogwarts' teenagers."
"Role models?" the Master purred as they both got out and walked back to the Town Hall, followed by the blonde wizard. "I like that idea. I like it a lot. Especially."
He trailed off. He had big plans in mind, now that he had learned that Buffy and Faith were witch/slayers. Very big plans. Darla and Drusilla were the only other witch/slayers ever, and they turned out so well. The Master congratulated himself on that, and Angelus. Drusilla wouldn't have ever been so perfect if it weren't for that boy.
The Master really loved Angelus' work ethics. Kill, but not until it's been tortured. Liam was so wicked, he made being murdering an artform. And soon, he would be back.
Spike was already back. Resurrecting him had been simple, once they had something of his. Wilkins had suggested using some of the poetry he had written, and it had worked like a charm. William the Bloody was alive (so to speak) and decreasing the population of Sunnydale like there was no tomorrow. He was delighted to learn that Drusilla was back as well, but Spike was told to stay and wait for Angelus to return before following Darla and Dru to Hogwarts.
The Master never really spent much time with William, but when he had, he had been proud. Although William wasn't an artist like Liam, he was a man angry at everything and quick to fight. He fought well in brawls and public fights, causing most of them. The Master admired his ambitions. When he set his mind on something, there was no turning back.
"Lookie what I found, ducks," came a deep, cockney voice. The Master turned and saw Spike standing behind him.
Spike was wearing his patented clothes: long black leather trenchcoat, black t-shirt covered by a blood red shirt open down the front, tight black pants and combat boots. He had let his hair grow out an inch or so, and so it was a bit curlier now with light brown regrowth. He had stopped bleaching when Dru told him it looked more rugged grown out. The Master grinned, baring his fangs.
"William, my lad. How good it is to see you. You've been behaving yourself?"
Spike smirked. "Yeah, in a fashion," he drawled. "Got a present for you." He stepped aside to reveal a tall man with dark eyes and hair, wearing black trousers and a maroon silk shirt. He had a scalpel in his hands, and was playing with it.
"Gotta hand it to you, it's great to be home," the man said, smiling, while his eyes stayed cold.
"Have a drink, won't you?" The Master smiled widely, pushing Lucius Malfoy into the man's grip. "Liam," he said warmly as the vampire sunk his fangs in, and brought his scalpel out to play with Lucius.
"Angelus. It's good to have you back, my boy."
&*&*& Wheeeeeeeee!! Was that fun, or was that fun? Chocolate, icecream, golf.this chappie had it all! Who else thought that Spike looked unbelievably yummy in that episode of Season 7 BtVS when he just came back, and is hiding in the basement with his long-ish, not so blonde curly hair?? MMMMMM my apologies to male readers. It's just a pity he bleached it and cut it again, ain't it, girls?
If you're a guy, don't worry. Next chappies won't be so girly! Love all the reviews. Please keep them coming!! Also, with this fic, I actually have no intended end to the story. I have, like, a trillion twists and turns and plots, but the end is fuzzy, so.um.yeah! I'll keep writing for a while. That's good, I guess.
ReViEw!!!!!
"So, B." Faith swung her legs around on the lounge in the Slytherin common room. "What's your story?"
Buffy looked over at the brunette slayer with a smile. Harry had returned Faith's sanity two days before, and Buffy was really grateful for it. She and Faith had so much in common to talk about. Faith was the only other girl in the school that she could really get along with. They were both slayers. They were both witches.
They were both convicted murderesses. It was nice to have a female friend she could talk with.
"My story? About what?"
Faith rolled her eyes, applying more dark sanguine lip gloss. The label on the little tube it was in said the shade was called 'Sinner'. "You know what I mean, girlfriend. Your story. Why are you stuck in here doing time with me?"
Buffy smiled. "Why shouldn't I be?"
"You just don't look like the murdering type." Faith zinged. "You're more a save the puppies, Sunday school type. Me, I was crazy. You, I just don't know."
Buffy shrugged. "I was against the Master - strongest vamp ever, and I mean ever. He killed me by drowning, but Xander - you know Xander?"
Faith nodded. "One of the Scoobs. Giles introduced me. Go on,"
"Well, Xan brought me back with CPR. But I had died, so another Slayer was Called. Her name was Kendra."
Faith nodded, looking pensive. "Kendra, huh? I think she visited the Council HQ where I was before either of us were Called. Really pretty, Jamaican, uptight do-gooder?"
Buffy paused. She pulled a face. "In a nutshell, yeah. Well, I slept with this old boyfriend of mine and he turned evil, and..."
Faith frowned. She rolled onto her stomach, now facing Buffy. "Yeah, that happened to me a few times as well. Most had hangovers too. I'd show 'em a thing or two, now that I know I'm a witch as well as the Chosen."
"I don't think you've experienced anything like this. I mean, evil evil, in a massacre-y, apocalypse way."
"Before we continue, can I just take the liberty to say that this is gonna be a long night of bitching about old boyfriends, so can we please relocate to our dorm with ice cream and chocolate?"
The blonde grinned and laughed. "Girls' night in? Haven't had one of those since God knows when."
"Let's go!"
Both slayers exited the common room and went to the kitchen entrance. The house elves seemed very scared of the two girls, Faith in particular. One of them grabbed Buffy's hand.
"You is knowing the great Harry Potter?" he squeaked. Buffy pulled a face at the grubby creature with its mismatched clothes. It was wearing a Christmas tea cosy, a purple glitter tie and some way too big suit trousers.
"Yeah, why?"
The house elf squealed with delight. "Oh, it is, it is! You is dating the Harry Potter! You is the girl Dobby is always making plans for!"
Buffy stopped. She looked at Faith, who was watching the creature disbelievingly. "Plans? What plans?"
The elf looked worried then. "Oh, good plans, miss! Plans that Harry Potter tells Dobby to make for Miss Buffy!"
Buffy looked confused. She shook her head and picked up her load of food. "Um, okay thanks," she said, with a small smile, then turned to the door. Faith grinned at the other terrified elves, winked, and followed her sister slayer out the door.
Once they were down the corridor heading back to the Slytherin chambers, Faith cracked up laughing. Buffy still looked confused.
"C'mon, B!" Faith exclaimed. "You're just way too blonde!"
Buffy scowled. "What? I don't know what that crazy elf's on about! Plans? What plans?" she said worriedly. Was Harry.plotting behind her back? She felt her stomach turn.
Faith rolled her lined eyes. "B, who do you think organises every date you two have been on? Harry's got the elf in on everything. Pretty clever, too. The elf can do stuff like go to Hogsmeade for things and decorate rooms for your dates, so your boytoy doesn't get caught."
Buffy smiled. "Oh." She said contentedly. All was well.
They made their way back to their dorm. Since Faith had come, the two girls had been put in together in their own private dorm, away from the other Slytherin girls. The room was expansive, but the beds were pushed carelessly against a wall in a corner so that there was space for training. Buffy did most of her training in the weaponry room Harry showed her, though, and so did Faith. It was way more fun.
The two girls flopped down onto Faith's double bed. Faith dumped armfuls of chocolate onto the rich emerald bedspread, which was followed by three tubs of ice cream, a bottle of chocolate sauce and lots of warm, freshly baked cookies.
"Chocolate, Cookies 'n' Cream and Strawberry," Buffy said happily, shaking her numb arms. "Yeesh, cold."
Faith laughed, ripping the lid off the Cookies 'n' Cream and digging her spoon in. "I used to have ice cream nights with my friends back in Boston - before the Council came and recruited me," she said.
The blonde girl licked her lips, picking up a cookie. "This is naughty, full of calories," she lamented, looking at the choc chip cookie suspiciously as if it would jump up and bite her. Faith raised an eyebrow, and Buffy took a big bite quickly. "Don't hear me complaining!" she amended. Faith grinned.
"So, B. You're not just dating Harry now, you've got the elf-boy going along for the ride."
"Ew! C'mon, Faye. That's just wrong," Buffy giggled. "So, I noticed you and Malfoy were missing in action last night. Explain."
Faith grinned widely, making her eyes hide behind thick, dark lashes. "He took me to the old dungeons in his family's manor. He didn't know I was sane at the time, though," she said smiling wickedly.
"What, he still thought you were psycho girl?" Faith nodded, popping another scoop of ice cream into her mouth. Buffy shook her head, trying to comprehend Faith's actions. Even if she wasn't crazy crazy, she was still kind of.crazy. "Did you actually tell him?"
Faith nodded again. "Yeah, course. At the end of the night. After the chains."
Buffy shook her head with her eyes closed, trying to rid herself of the mental image. Chains? She didn't want to know. "How'd he react when you told him?"
"He just shrugged and then we made out for ages."
Buffy blinked, surprised. Typical Faith/Malfoy interaction. Buffy smirked inwardly as she thought about Malfoy.
He thought he was so superior to everyone else. Actually, in many ways, he was. Draco Malfoy was intelligent, cunning, powerful, Pure-blooded, rich and (though Buffy thought Harry was much hotter), he was bloody good- looking as well. Buffy snorted in an unladylike fashion. He wasn't all as bad-ass as everyone thought. Upon accidentally-on-purpose stumbling into his dorm in the middle of the night, the two slayers had found out a few things about him as they raided his room. There was poetry under his bed, with a music score made for it. Evidently, a certain Prince of Slytherin wrote songs and sonnets. Interesting. Faith had made observations during her analysis of his bare, muscly chest and silk boxers as he slept, which Buffy agreed with. Also worthy of interest.
"Yo, B!" Buffy blinked, and looked over at Faith.
"Huh?"
"Zoned out on me, girl. Busy thinking about your boytoy?" Faith teased, winking.
"Actually, I was thinking about yours," she zinged. Faith's face darkened.
"Better not be. You know I don't share - "
" - or have threesomes unless it's guy/girl/guy. I know the drill," Buffy said as she rolled her eyes. "And I have no interest in Malfoy whatsoever. I got Harry, remember?"
Faith relaxed, reaching for a cookie. "Okay then," she said easily. She got a scoop of ice cream and slapped it onto the choc chip cookie. Then, she squirted chocolate sauce all over it and crowned her masterpiece with another cookie. "Sugar sandwich: come to mummy," she said giggling, and struggled to take a bite.
Buffy took the bottle and squirted sauce straight into her mouth. "Mmm," she gurgled. "'S good."
Faith laughed. "So, B - story. You were up to the part where the X-man brought you back, I think."
"Nuh, past that. Slept with evil boyfriend, remember?"
Faith's eyes sparkled. "Oh, yeah. Sounds wicked bad. Go on - dish."
Buffy swallowed the rest of her sauce and took a breath. Bleeding Angel. Wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for him losing his soul. "Yeah, well. Name was Angel."
"Weird name for a guy."
"He wasn't a man." This made Faith quiet. She looked confused. "Faith, Angel was a vampire with a soul."
There was silence. Buffy looked at Faith to see her reaction. She still looked confused. Slowly, confusion melted into recognition, which turned into disbelief. Faith jumped up on the bed and started screaming with a huge grin.
"Oh my god, you slept with a vamp!!" she was laughing, cackling like a madwoman. Her eyes danced and she looked like she had gone insane again. "No way! You? you nailed a VAMP?"
Buffy felt her face go red. "C'mon, Faith, I.we, uh." She muttered. Faith jumped back down onto the bed, laughing.
"Aw, whoa. And I thought I was bad, killing a human," she mused. "Oh, sorry, that's my story. Keep telling yours."
Buffy was still very embarrassed. What would Harry say if he found out? She sighed. "Don't tell Harry, Faith. Please."
"Sure."
"Promise. I don't know what he'd do."
"Okay, okay. Just go on, B."
"Well, I - "
"Oh. Shit." Faith stopped. She looked at Buffy seriously. "You say his name was Angel?"
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. Why? Heard of him?"
Faith nodded, looking troubled. "The Council train us Potentials in all that history crap. You don't mean Angelus, part of the Scourge of Europe, do ya?"
Buffy felt her stomach twinge. "Um, yeah. That's where my story's heading, actually."
"He disappeared for, like, eighty years. He got cursed with a soul, right? For killing some gypsy chick."
"And I happied the soul right out of him. Angelus came back in full swing. At that time, actually, Spike and Drusilla happened to be visiting Sunnydale. The gang was back."
Faith stopped. Shit, B had it pretty bad back when she was in Sunnyhell. No wonder she got messed up and killed Kendra. "What about the other Scourge chick? Darling?"
Buffy smiled. "Darla. I killed her last year." She paused. "No, wait," she said, frowning. "Oh, I remember. I fought her, but Angel came and staked her in the end, for me."
Buffy spared a thought for Darla. Where was she? She had disappeared out of the painting when the Master was resurrecting her. That was all well and good, but where was she? Was the resurrection a flop, or was Darla out redeeming herself, or was she just snacking on people? Buffy felt her stomach twinge again.
Darla, even though she was just a painting, had been Buffy's only real friend during the first month of her rehabilitation at Hogwarts. Now she was gone, but at least Buffy had Harry and Faith now. Still, Buffy kind of missed Darla.
Faith bit into another cookie. "And Kendra?"
Buffy swallowed. "Angel - " she stopped. "Angelus lured me out for a fight. I can't remember what happened too clearly, but when I got back to the library, Kendra was there, and her throat was totally slashed. I went after Spike and Dru and Angelus. Angelus was opening the gateway to Hell by awakening Acathla, and I staked Dru and Spike. By the time I got to Angelus, the gateway was open. The portal to Hell was open, and the only way to close it was his blood."
Faith was quiet. She had stopped eating, and was staring at Buffy incredulously. "Go on," she said softly.
Buffy licked her lips. "Uh, well, we fought. Again. Swordfight. At the end, he was winning, but I." She broke off, frowning. "I don't remember too well. I had lost my sword, and was locked in a corner. He thrust his sword at my face to finish me off, and I shut my eyes. All of a sudden I was standing on the other side of him, holding both his and my sword. I forced him against Acathla and put both swords through him. I sent Angelus to hell, and the portal closed. I went back to the library and got arrested by the Council."
Faith was shivering at the eerie tale. She felt prickles move up her spine. "So, where's Angelus now?" she questioned. Buffy shrugged.
"Where I left him, I guess. He can't get out of Hell, it's impossible. Giles told me. And time passes differently there. Angelus is in a dimension of suffering, and has probably spent hundreds of years there, being tortured.
Eternal Damnation, and I mean it."
&*&*&
The Master smiled, showing off his long, glistening fangs. "Well done, Richie."
The Mayor grinned, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. "Well, Joe, I've told you time and time again, you just have to keep practising your game. Just because you're conquering the world doesn't mean you can let your golf slip away."
The Master watched as Richard Wilkins III put his golf club back in its case, jumping into the golf buggy alongside the ancient vampire. A blonde man in billowing black robes swallowed nervously at the wheel, and drove onto the next course.
"Really, Joe," the Mayor said. "Won't you play a round with me? It's not right to just watch me play. You have to be active, participate! Heck, I'm always telling the kids that." He chuckled.
The Master stopped smiling. "I don't play," he said with a flat voice. "I enjoy watching."
"Like those Watchers at the Council?" the Mayor laughed. "Those stuffy businessmen. I keep saying, children are the light of our future."
"Or our Darkness," the Master contradicted. He spoke in a low voice, carefully articulated at all times. "My children are of the Dark."
The Mayor nodded emphatically. "I know. Those two, Darla and Drusilla?" he smiled. "Charming girls. They're so quick to please. It's girls like that who really send a positive image to Sunnydale's and Hogwarts' teenagers."
"Role models?" the Master purred as they both got out and walked back to the Town Hall, followed by the blonde wizard. "I like that idea. I like it a lot. Especially."
He trailed off. He had big plans in mind, now that he had learned that Buffy and Faith were witch/slayers. Very big plans. Darla and Drusilla were the only other witch/slayers ever, and they turned out so well. The Master congratulated himself on that, and Angelus. Drusilla wouldn't have ever been so perfect if it weren't for that boy.
The Master really loved Angelus' work ethics. Kill, but not until it's been tortured. Liam was so wicked, he made being murdering an artform. And soon, he would be back.
Spike was already back. Resurrecting him had been simple, once they had something of his. Wilkins had suggested using some of the poetry he had written, and it had worked like a charm. William the Bloody was alive (so to speak) and decreasing the population of Sunnydale like there was no tomorrow. He was delighted to learn that Drusilla was back as well, but Spike was told to stay and wait for Angelus to return before following Darla and Dru to Hogwarts.
The Master never really spent much time with William, but when he had, he had been proud. Although William wasn't an artist like Liam, he was a man angry at everything and quick to fight. He fought well in brawls and public fights, causing most of them. The Master admired his ambitions. When he set his mind on something, there was no turning back.
"Lookie what I found, ducks," came a deep, cockney voice. The Master turned and saw Spike standing behind him.
Spike was wearing his patented clothes: long black leather trenchcoat, black t-shirt covered by a blood red shirt open down the front, tight black pants and combat boots. He had let his hair grow out an inch or so, and so it was a bit curlier now with light brown regrowth. He had stopped bleaching when Dru told him it looked more rugged grown out. The Master grinned, baring his fangs.
"William, my lad. How good it is to see you. You've been behaving yourself?"
Spike smirked. "Yeah, in a fashion," he drawled. "Got a present for you." He stepped aside to reveal a tall man with dark eyes and hair, wearing black trousers and a maroon silk shirt. He had a scalpel in his hands, and was playing with it.
"Gotta hand it to you, it's great to be home," the man said, smiling, while his eyes stayed cold.
"Have a drink, won't you?" The Master smiled widely, pushing Lucius Malfoy into the man's grip. "Liam," he said warmly as the vampire sunk his fangs in, and brought his scalpel out to play with Lucius.
"Angelus. It's good to have you back, my boy."
&*&*& Wheeeeeeeee!! Was that fun, or was that fun? Chocolate, icecream, golf.this chappie had it all! Who else thought that Spike looked unbelievably yummy in that episode of Season 7 BtVS when he just came back, and is hiding in the basement with his long-ish, not so blonde curly hair?? MMMMMM my apologies to male readers. It's just a pity he bleached it and cut it again, ain't it, girls?
If you're a guy, don't worry. Next chappies won't be so girly! Love all the reviews. Please keep them coming!! Also, with this fic, I actually have no intended end to the story. I have, like, a trillion twists and turns and plots, but the end is fuzzy, so.um.yeah! I'll keep writing for a while. That's good, I guess.
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