Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Buffy…or any related characters…Why? Because Joss is too selfish to share, watch, when I create my own hit show, I won't share with him either. Man, I don't really own the plot either because it's largely based off of the drama, Stairway to Heaven.
Chapter 34
If love was meant to be between two people,
Then they will always find each other,
No matter how long it takes,
No matter how far,
No matter how many obstacles stand in the way,
In the end, they will always end up in each other's arms.
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Spike glanced sideways over at Buffy, and couldn't help but smile wider. If he smiled any more, his face was most likely going to rip. But he didn't care, he had Buffy, and that was all that mattered.
Buffy's cheeks turned pink from embarrassment. "Stop staring at me," she commanded as she shrank towards the door.
"What?" he asked innocently. "Am I unworthy?"
Buffy refrained from rolling her eyes. "As a matter of fact you are,"
"Don't make me dump you out of the care pet," Spike warned.
"You wouldn't have the heart." Buffy retorted.
Spike opened his mouth, and then closed. "Damn." Buffy grinned triumphantly, her green eyes sparkling. Spike smirked. If losing such petty arguments could make Buffy smile like that, he would definitely have no qualms about losing more of them. Just then his cell phone rang. He reluctantly withdrew his hand from Buffy's and answered.
"Hello?"
"Spike, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for hours!" came the voice.
Spike's eyebrows furrowed, and a dark look crossed his face. "I'm actually with Buffy right now."
"What?"
"Yeah, I have something to tell you."
"Well I have something to tell you too! Where are you?!"
"Don't fret. I'll be there in a few hours. Bye."
Spike held the cell phone in his hand. He felt like crushing it. "Spike?" Buffy said softly.
Spike's blue eyes rested on her. "You trust me…right?'
Buffy nodded. Wordlessly, he threw the cell phone, and his engagement ring into the back seat, and stepped on the gas.
Glory sat there on her bed, her eyes wide, and her face pale. Her hands clenched at the smooth sheets of her bed. "He's with Buffy…why? Why?" she kept muttering to herself over and over and over.
Darla poked her head into the room. "Is everything alright darling?" she asked with a wide smile. Her smile disappeared as soon as she saw the look on her daughter's face. "What's wrong?" she demanded, a stormy look on her face as well.
"He…" Glory began.
"Did you manage to contact William?" Darla interrupted.
"Yes, but…" Glory paused again, and looked up at her mom, "He's with Buffy!"
"You know Spikey, it would really nice if you would just let go of my hand!" Buffy commented through her teeth.
"I told you I wasn't going to let go luv. You should listen better."
Buffy sighed exasperated, and gave one last desperate attempt at freeing her hand, but Spike's grip only tightened. Then the door opened. Buffy soon found Spike's hand comforting, and held onto his hand as if she were holding on for her life.
"Spike….Buffy…! How nice of you two to join us," Darla said, a smile plastered onto her face. Spike merely nodded, and sat down onto one of the couches in the living room, his hand still entwined with Buffy who nervously sat down next to him.
Glory sat on the opposing couch, and Xander sat in an adjoined armchair. "I love Buffy," Spike suddenly said, "And I want to marry her." A look of shock crossed everyone's face, including Buffy's.
"Excuse me?" Xander asked, his dark brows furrowed.
Spike breathed, and looked at Glory. "I'm sorry pet, but I can't marry you."
A look of rage filled Glory's eyes as she began to scream. "What do you mean you can't marry me? You are going to dump me for that…that whore?!" Glory stood up, and pointed an accusing finger at Buffy. "Do you know who had been living with all those years? She was living with Aidan Giles. Why don't you just tell him who Aidan Giles is Buffy?! WHY?! I'll tell you who Aidan Giles is, he's Angel…Angel Summers! And she was engaged to him!"
As if on cue Darla let out a gasp. "Angel? Buffy! Angel's your brother!"
"When were you going to reveal your little secret Buffy? WHEN?!"
"Glory!" Spike roared, his blue eyes blazing. "That's enough! Nothing you say or do is going to make me change my mind!"
"How can you say that William? It's disgusting!" Glory screeched back.
"Be quiet Glory. Because right now, you are the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. You knew this the whole time, so why didn't you say anything?" Spike asked.
Glory's retort was pregnant. "Be…Because Angel threatened to kill me!" she shrieked. "I wanted to, but I was scared!"
"ENOUGH! Bloody hell Glory, Buffy isn't feeling well. So just pipe down." Spike took a few deep breaths, and looked down at Buffy. "You should go rest," he said softly and affectionately. "I'll come back later." Buffy numbly nodded.
Spike kissed her on the cheek, and promptly departed.
"WILLIAM!" Glory ran out of the living room, and followed Spike out the door. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh believe me Glory. I am, I really am."
Glory reached out, and grabbed Spike's arm. "Tell me you're joking." Spike looked at Glory, and shook his arm out of her grasp.
"Welcome to the real world love." With that Spike got into his car, and sped off.
Glory came stomping back into the house a few minutes later. A furious look on her face. Buffy was still sitting on the couch, silent, and Xander had a rather shocked look on his face while Darla was just sitting there, sneaking the occasional glare at Buffy.
" I didn't know that he was my step brother." Buffy finally said, breaking the loud silence.
"It's still disgusting." Glory spat.
"Glory," Xander warned, his voice weary, and his eyes tired.
"What? I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking. She's probably lying anyways." Glory then turned to Buffy who had her back towards her. "Why did you have to come back?! Why couldn't you just let me have William?!" Glory demanded.
Buffy didn't say anything.
"WHY?!" Glory walked out a few steps to face Buffy. "WHY?!" she screamed again. She then lunged at Buffy. "YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!" Buffy managed to kick Glory off, but Glory rushed at her again, and slapped Buffy across the cheek. Having had enough, Buffy stood up, and punched Glory in the stomach.
Glory landed on the ground. Darla and Xander both rushed to help her. Xander straightened up, and was about to speak, but Buffy spoke first.
"No. You ruined everything Glory! You're the one who took everything away from me!" Buffy looked at Xander, her eyes sparkling from the tears that were welling up in her eyes. "You took my dad, my home, my friends, my life…and you took Spike! You took everything that mattered in life to me, and I'm not going to let you do that again!" Despite her tears that were about to fall, Buffy's voice remained strong and unwavering. "I love Spike!"
The tears fell. "I'm going to my room."
"Buffy?" came a quiet voice.
"That would be me." a sarcastic voice replied.
The door opened wide, and Xander stiffly shuffled in. "Buffy, are you really not feeling well?" he asked, not sure of what to say.
Buffy looked at her father. Xander's eyes had long dulled over the years, his dark hair was now streaked his gray, and his face was covered with deep set wrinkles. He looked much older than he was. Buffy's lips quivered. Since when did her father have gray hairs? Since when did her father look so sad? Was this her fault? Worrying over her had done this to him…?
Buffy launched herself into her father's arms. "I'm so sorry dad…" she whispered. "So sorry."
"It's not faaair!" Glory sobbed as Darla stroked her affectionately.
"Sh, do not worry my dearest daughter, mummy will make it all better." She promised as she patted Glory on the head.
"But what about Angel?" Glory hissed. "He'll ruin everything!"
Darla's eyes narrowed. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. He'll be put in jail sooner or later…and that is where he'll stay." Glory nodded as she wiped the black streaks of mascara from her face. "That reminds me…I have a phone call to make. Glory dear, can you pass me my cell phone?"
Glory handed Darla her cell phone, and Darla held her cell phone up. Her eyes gleaming with malice, she began dialing the numbers. "Yes…Molly?"
The Next Day
"You're not just my son! You are the face of Global Fashions! Do you honestly believe you are making a wise decision?!"
"How many times do I have to repeat myself mum? I know I'm making the right decision." Spike yelled back, equally enraged as his flustered mother.
"What do you know of decisions Spike? Tell me that? How do you know this is the right decision?!" Mrs. Cornelius screamed.
"Bloody hell mum! I make decisions for this company everyday! I know what I'm doing. I love this girl mum, don't you understand? I love her. I feel empty without her. I can't live without her!" Spike implored, his blue eyes pleading his mother to understand.
Mrs. Cornelius turned away. "Don't get me wrong Spike, you're not the only one who cares for Buffy. I care very much for her too, but this can't happen! Global Fashions will go spiraling down into depression!"
"Mum, it's obvious you've given this a hell a lotta thought. But I'm not going to change my mind. I thought about this for a long time too," he informed her as he stepped toward her. "But I can't, and won't change my mind, and I can't and won't lose Buffy again either. And if I have to give up my soddin' position as president of Global Fashions, fine. I will! I'll do anything, anything I tell you to be with Buffy."
"Everything?" Mrs. Cornelius asked, her voice soft. "Including your family?"
A sad look filled Spike's eyes. "Sorry mum."
Mrs. Cornelius stood there, shocked. "You are not my son. I don't know who the hell you are!" she screamed as she threw a gold colored coffee tray in the direction of her son. "You're not Spike Cornelius!! And you are not the president of Global Fashions!"
Spike left.
"Stop gossiping you guys." Willow muttered as she unsuccessfully tried to engross herself in her work.
"You are so pulling on my leg!" Anya retorted. "Mrs. Cornelius firing Spike? Her own son? How stupid do I look to you?!"
"I'm serious!" Harmony insisted with a stamp of her foot.
Wesley let out a reluctant sigh. "I dunno Harmony. I find it hard to believe that the son would get fired from the company."
Everyone paused to take sips from their white Styrofoam coffee cups. "Does anyone know of a plausible reason?" Oz piped.
Anya clapped her hands to get everyone's attention at this. "I heard that it was because of…" Anya glanced at Willow, and then motioning everyone to come closer whispered, "Buffy Summers."
"BUFFY SUMMERS?!" Harmony squealed. "You're the one pulling on my leg! Besides, how would you know?"
At the mention of Buffy's name, Willow began listening in on the conversation. "It's just what I heard, ok?" Anya said exasperated. Just then a petite and tired looking blonde haired woman walked in, and everyone hushed immediately. A few even returned to their cubicles. "Hey Buffy!" Anya chirped.
"Hey." Buffy said a small smile on her face.
"Tired?" Willow asked as she stepped out of the confines of her 'prison.'
Buffy nodded. "That and-"
"Are you really getting married to Spike?" Anya interjected. Immediately everyone throughout the office stopped moving, and everyone held their breath, waiting to hear the reply.
"Yeah…yeah I am." Buffy replied confidently.
Harmony despite being on an 'important phone call' let out an eep, and Wesley ended up spewing coffee all over his papers. Willow looked at her friend flabbergasted. When had all this happened. Anya merely began giggling inwardly.
"Sorry to interrupt the fun, but I need to talk to you Buffy." Glory called from the doorway.
"I'll be right back." Buffy told Willow and Anya as she stepped outside.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Glory demanded. "Do you really think that I'll let you take William from me?"
Buffy let out a laugh of disbelief. "Me? Take Spike away? You were the one who took him away from me Glory!" Before Glory could get a word in edgewise, Buffy continued. "And he's all I have left now Glory, and don't even think about taking him away…again."
Glory huffed. "Just enjoy the happiness while it lasts Buffy. Because I will get William back."
"I personally advise against this merge. I might be a bit biased; I don't really like the bloke who runs that company. This deal pretty much closed. This one seems to have potential, but best watch if for a bit longer…and that's about it."
Riley watched Spike shift through the numerous folders and papers on his desk, and sighed. "Was this the only way?" he asked.
Spike looked up at Riley, and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry Riley. I really am."
Riley patted his friend on the shoulder. "Are you happy Spike?"
Spike smiled slightly. "Strangely enough, I am."
Riley grinned. "Then there's nothing to be sorry about."
"I'm going to miss you Riley. I really am."
A sad smile crossed Riley's face as they embraced. "You better watch out Spike. People will start thinking that you've gone all pretty on them."
"I can't believe you!" Buffy yelled as she stomped into his office.
Spike looked up in surprise as he carefully tucked away a glass sculpture. "Buffy," he said, his blue eyes immediately lighting up. "You look tired luv."
"How can I not be?! How stupid are you Spike Cornelius?! Why did you do that?!" Buffy demanded, her voice rising.
Spike pressed a single finger to her lips. "Shh…" he told her as he pulled her into his arms. "I did it for you Buffy…" He placed a hand on her mouth to prevent her from speaking. "I wanted to Buffy, and I'm not changing my mind."
Buffy's look softened. "Oh Spike…"
Spike stood there, Buffy in his arms, and he wallowed in sheer bliss. Then he saw the clock on the far wall. "Bloody hell. I have to finish up! Cleaning this soddin' place up is going to be the death of me." Spike griped as he resumed packing things away in brown cardboard boxes. "What are you doing pet? If you're not busy, come and help me!"
Buffy smiled, and began to help Spike. In all honesty, she wasn't sure if she was really helping since she had to ask him if this or that was to stay or go, and if it was going where should she put it. Finally everything was packed, and Spike collapsed onto one of the black leather couches from exhaustion. "Oi, I'm starving." he commented.
Buffy brushed a tendril of her hair from her face. "Do you want me to go get something to eat?" Buffy asked as she sat down on the adjacent black leather arm chair.
Spike sat up. "You really don't need to…" he began.
"No, I'm hungry too. We can eat together." She suggested. "You stay here, and I'll be back in a little bit…ok?"
Spike grinned. "Alright then Buff. I'll just take these things down to the car while you're gone then."
Buffy nodded, and gave Spike a quick kiss on the forehead, and left. It was pretty late, and the only restaurant open that she could find was a Chinese Restaurant. She ordered a few dishes for take out, and headed back to the Headquarters. But she got sidetracked a bit, and found herself standing in front of the Merry-Go-Round in the center of the Amusement park.
The lights were on, illuminating each and every single one of the horses. She closed her eyes and memories rushed at her.
Those days at the beach…just her and Spike…
And the time he threw the sand at her…
And how he gave her a piggy back ride all the way to the house…
She remembered seeing him for the last time at the airport…
She remembered seeing him for the first time after her accident…how he had run after her and Angel…no, he was Aidan then, and she was Elizabeth.
The night she remembered everything.
The night when they were reunited at the beach as Spike and Buffy.
How he had been there, at the train station, looking for her…
How he had yelled her name, and tried to get onto the train…
How he was there in the end, still looking for her…
Buffy felt tears prick her eyes. "I'm so sorry Spike," she whispered. "I'm so sorry for all the trouble I've caused. I'm more trouble than I'm worth." she added with a sigh. She was about to leave when she heard a 'ding' noise. She turned her head toward the large reader board at the entrance of the amusement park. To her surprise, the reader board read, "That's right Buffy Summers. That is how you smile."
Buffy couldn't help but laugh as she saw Spike standing at the glass of the walkway above the reader board, and waving vigorously, a smirk on his face.
The Next Day
"I can't tell you how much I've appreciated you being with me for all these years Riley. You've been my best friend, and like the brother I never had." A set of car keys, and several credit cards were pressed into Riley's hands. "You're amazing."
"Believe me," Riley assured him. "I already knew."
Spike laughed heartily as they embraced for what could be the last time. "I didn't mean for things to turn out this way mate."
Riley smiled. "No one did Spike."
Spike ran a hand through his hair. "I suppose you're right. But all that matters is that I'm happy, right?"
Riley nodded. "Exactly."
"Where have you been? I've been waiting for days for you!"
"It doesn't matter."
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Is there something wrong with you? I'm your father, it's natural for me to worry!" Angel didn't reply, and sat down at the kitchen table, and buried his face in his hands. "You're an absolute wreck. Have you been eating?"
Angel shook his head. "I don't feel like it."
"You've gone mad! You have to eat if you want to live." Giles stopped, and it all fit together. "But if you really want to waste away over her, then fine by me. Let's die, let's ALL DIE!"
Angel ignored Giles, and took out a white bottle of pills from one of his duffle bags. They were pain killers for his still injured wrist…the wrist he created beautiful works of art with…the wrist he could no longer use. Before he could even open the bottle, Giles snatched it from his hands. "What's the point of taking this medicine?" Giles demanded. "There's really no use in taking this if you are going to die."
"Dad, give me the medicine."
"It is NOT going to help you Angel! Your wrist is messed up! Just like you! You need professional help."
"I DON'T NEED ANY HELP!" Angel roared as he stood up, knocking the chair over. "Besides, it's because of YOU we're in this position anyways. If you hadn't sold my paintings, my WRIST WOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS RIGHT NOW!"
Giles stepped back, speechless. A look of sadness and regret washed over him. "I'm sorry."
Buffy slipped several of her sketch books into her bag, and began to shuffle around some papers on her desk when someone called for her. "Buffy!" came a harsh voice.
Buffy whirled around, only to be greeted by a not so happy Glory. "Oh…hi Glory."
Glory ignored her greeting, and continued. "Have you finished that product overlook? The managing team wants it done by tomorrow…Are you going to leave?"
Buffy nodded as she sorted through several manila folders. "As a matter of fact, I am."
"But it's only noon."
"So?" Buffy handed her a file, "Here you go, and if you find anything wrong with it, tell me tomorrow. I'll be in early." Buffy glanced at a clock on the far wall, and tried to read the time. She squinted her eyes and blinked. Why was she unable to read the time? "Well, I need to get going now." she informed Glory.
"Meeting someone?" Glory asked rather venomously.
Buffy looked Glory straight in the eyes. "Yes I am."
Glory laughed. "Go ahead. I suppose I'll let you borrow him for a little bit, I mean, I do feel sorry for you. And what's a few days to the years we'll be spending together? He'll have to come back to work, and that means he'll be coming back to me too, which means…we'll get married!" Glory exclaimed with exaggeration.
Buffy looked at Glory, and bravely brushed past her.
"You know it's true Buffy!"
Buffy briskly made her way out the building, and began walking downtown. She reached one of the city's squares. It was a rather nice place, everything was made of stone, and there were pigeons about everywhere. She stood against a stone railing, and waited. Suddenly someone came up behind her, and grabbed her. Buffy was about to yell, but didn't as someone kissed her on the cheek.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." Spike complimented with a grin.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "I dress like this every day Spike." she informed him, unimpressed.
"Of course you do, but you are so beautiful that every time I see you, your beauty just blows me away." Spike retorted smirking.
"You are soooo cheesy." Buffy replied trying to hide her smile.
"So what do you think luv?" Spike asked as he did a turn for Buffy.
Buffy blinked. For the first time ever, Spike was not dressed in some elegant Armani suit. He was wearing a black ribbed sweater and black pants. Even though the sweater and pants were still probably expensive, it was a definite change from the suits.
"Speechless?" Spike teased.
Buffy shook her head. "No!" she protested as they began walking, hands entwined. "I was just thinking how weird you looked."
"I look weird?!" Spike exclaimed.
"Not weird…maybe sort of like an odd ball...ish…" A horrified look crossed Spike's face, and Buffy exploded into laughter. "You should have seen the look on your face!" she shrieked. "It was priceless!"
Spike scowled. "That was bloody cruel and heartless of you," he sulked.
"Hah! I was just having some good and wholesome fun." She informed him.
"Good and wholesome…whatever you say pet." Spike paused. "My darling luv." He added with a grin.
Buffy gave him an incredulous look. "Are you going all mushy on me?" she asked.
"No," Spike replied cheerfully, "It's just that I'm extremely happy to have the most beautiful woman in the world walking next to me…and holding my hand."
Buffy cleared her throat jokingly.
"What?" Spike asked as he kissed her knuckles. "Are you not used to being showered with affection and praise?"
Buffy shrugged. "Not really, I mean…I haven't really been in on the 'dating scene.'" she explained. "Angel…or…Aidan was the only guy I ever dated…but even then, it never felt right…do you know what I mean?"
Buffy stopped walking, and Spike stepped back. They pressed their hands together, facing each other. "I was never able to say 'I love you' to him because even when I couldn't remember, my heart belonged to another…" Spike held his breath, his eyes watching her with intensity. "I love you Spike."
Spike then captured Buffy's lips with his own. He savored the sweetness of her lips, and pulled her closer. Their bodies molding perfectly together. Buffy's arms hesitantly made their way up to wrap their arms around his neck, and he tightened his hold on her waist. Spike knew he had made the right decision because his heart told him so.
((Warning: There is going to be some 'citrusy' content following soon…it's not a lemon, but you know, 'citrusy' so if you don't like such things, please do not read, and because I have warned you beforehand, there will be no need to report me. Thank you very much.))
"Well, well, well…what do we have here?"
Giles gulped, his palms sweaty, and his heart beating fast. "I brought you…more money." He explained.
"How thoughtful of you," came the voice. Shiny red and long nails opened the black garbage bag, and dumped out the money. "Better…but it's not enough."
"It is only a few thousand dollar difference…can't we all just settle this civilly?"
The person's eyes narrowed. "I should have killed your little Angel a long time ago. Because of HIM several of my best men are in jail."
"I'm extremely sorry about that Drusilla, but it wasn't his…or MY fault!"
"You have…let's say…two more weeks to bring me the rest of the money?"
"But-"
"Shut up, I have a phone call." Drusilla snapped as she flipped open her cell phone with a flick of her wrist.
"Hello?"
"How nice of you to call…yes, he is here."
"You want to meet with him?"
"No, I haven't hurt him…yet,"
"I won't, I just want another shot at his son…with no interruptions."
"I would never! But why…?"
"If so say so."
"Of course I wouldn't mind, as a matter of fact, it sounds very fun."
"Have a nice day."
The corners of Drusilla's lips curved upwards in a coy smile. "The boss wants to meet you." She informed him.
"Meet…me?"
Drusilla nodded and giggled. "Yes, you. Boss is the one who's been giving you the loans you know…and the one who wants the paintings."
"I think I have already figured that out." Giles replied.
"That was rude, you know that?" Drusilla said loudly as she stood up.
"Forgive my behavior," Giles pleaded. "I'll…be leaving now."
"Where are you going?" Drusilla asked.
"To…the boss…" he said slowly.
Drusilla stepped out from behind the desk, and seated herself on it. A long red talon thoughtfully tapped her chin. "Hmm…I don't recall telling you where." She mused out loud.
"Really? I was quite sure you had already told me." Giles said, sounding flustered.
"I don't think so." Drusilla then slid off the desk, and began to walk towards Giles, her boots making deafening 'clicks' with each step. "Come here…Giles." Giles stood stock still, not sure if he should risk bolting for the door, or obeying her.
Giles took a single step towards her.
Drusilla giggled again, making Giles want to shiver and quake in fear. Something was wrong with her giggles…very… "Don't be afraid Giles. I won't hurt you."
Giles winced.
"You're rather cute when you're scared," Drusilla purred.
"Oh…well, thank you very much, I should take my cuteness elsewhere now…"
"It's a lonely life being me…you seem to be lonely too," Drusilla continued with a sigh.
"Oh no. I am never lonely." Giles replied as Drusilla began to run her hands up and down his chest.
"There's no need to lie," she murmured as she pressed her body against his. Giles gulped as Drusilla's hands began to find their way under his shirt. Giles mind began panicking. A beautiful woman in a tight black leather suit, who almost killed his son, was seducing him. And she was doing an excellent job. "Won't you stay for a little while?" she begged him as she began nibbling on his ear lobe.
Giles squeezed his eyes shut. What the blast was happening? He felt himself being pushed backwards until the back of his legs hit something. He discovered it was a couch as he was pushed down again. Drusilla began unbuttoning his shirt, and Giles found himself powerless, and unable to move…away from Drusilla.
'I'm a man!' he rationalized as Drusilla began kissing him. All guilty thoughts passed as Drusilla untied her hair, and slowly began to unzip the front of her tight leather black suit. Giles groaned as he felt his arousal. Drusilla merely smiled, and shed the leather and her shoes. Giles common sense and whatever was left of his will power flew out the door when she began to take off his clothes while caressing his lips with hers.
"Touch me Giles." Drusilla commanded. And he did.
Giles stumbled out the door, his clothes, hair and spectacles disheveled. "Come again soon," an almost sickeningly sweet voice called. Giles merely nodded, headed down the stairs, and left the building. He tried to sort out what had just happened. He found it almost too hard to believe. Drusilla…beautiful and gorgeous Drusilla had seduced him…and begged him to take her.
He walked in bliss, but then felt something in his pocket. He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pants pocket, and guilt washed over him. Wave after wave of guilt…he was soon drowning in it. In his hand he held the address to the hotel and the room number where the 'boss' was supposedly at.
A dark cloud of gloom hung over his head as he made his way to the hotel. "I'm so sorry Angel," he whispered as he took the elevator up to the ninth floor. "I didn't mean to, oh Angel…what have I done?!" He came the room, and found the door unlocked. "Hello? This is Giles…"
"Come in." came a woman's voice.
'A regular pimp,' Giles assumed. "Yes, I was given this address by Drusilla…DARLA?!"
((A/N: Yes I know…odd chapter…Drusilla seducing Giles, but I could see it! And Spike gave up his job for Buffy!!! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW?!?!?! Anyways, I love you all, don't kill me because of the long wait, and please review!))