"I want to remember." Buffy said as she looked around the room she was taken too. The man nodded, taking a seat on a leather couch, leaning back and sighing. Buffy turned back to look at the man.
"Do you?" The man asked right back at Buffy, causing her to frown and purple wisps came from her body. The man just smiled at her. "Calm down, I don't need you killing me."
"What am I? Spike and Angel call me Buffy. I like them because I feel like I know them. I had sexual intercourse with Spike. I do not remember that. I want to remember it."
The man stood up and out his arm around Buffy's neck, leaning in to look at her. He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "You see, you were Buffy. A long time ago, now you are the tip of the scale. There is a balance of good and evil, you, you small cutie are the one who will decide who wins."
Buffy cocked her head, looking at him. "What am I? Good or evil?"
The man let go of Buffy and moved in front of her, sliding a lock of her blonde hair behind her shoulder. "It's up to you; you can change anything in this little world of yours. Yes, I do consider it your world because you can mold or do anything to it you like."
Buffy thought about what he had said, she could do anything. Anything. "So, how about remembering your past?" The man put his hands to her head as she looked a little frightened, but eased up as her eyes closed, visions passing through her of her life as the Slayer.
The man released his hands, letting the girl crumble to the floor, rolling into a ball. He knelt down next to her, affectionately putting his hand on her shoulder. "It will be okay, let your mind sort everything out."
"I was taken from my life. So many things, all so different… I was a Slayer…" Buffy lay on the floor, sobbing and mumbling, her life coming back as one big rush. The man sat her up and set Buffy in his lap, cradling her quietly, trying to quiet her sobs.
"Who are you?" Buffy whispered into the man's ear but he continued to rock her petite body. He paused, whispering the reply back into her ear calmly.
"The one who chose you." Buffy froze, scrambling away from him, pushing him away from her body as she sat against the wall staring at him. He smirked back at her as wisps began to come off her body, scared and frightened.
"I wouldn't try Buffy, if I was the one to make you, do you think you could kill me? I can be killed, yes, but not by you. I am immune from you. A little gift for choosing the die that will determine Earth's fate." The man stood up, lightening a cigarette and taking a drag, looking calmly back down at Buffy who whimpered, purple smoke emitting off her body.
"Don't worry Buffy, you can't run either, I have a special connection to you." He took another drag from the cigarette but saw that Buffy was already gone. He shrugged, figuring she must've run off to her friends. He knew she would be back, especially if he called her. He usually got what he wanted anyway, being The Immortal.
"We need to find the Slayer now." Spike said, causing Angel to nod in reply but was stopped by Harmony, who stepped into the room.
"Um, Angel, someone is here for you, a case." Harmony said, wondering what was going on as she went silent. Everyone walked from his office, each wondering where the Slayer could've run off to.
"Peaches can't take the case, we have to find the Slayer," Spike told Harmony and walked, walking straight into Angel, who had stopped walking suddenly. "Bloody hell Peaches!" Spike cried out angrily but saw Angel wasn't paying attention to him. Spike looked over Angel to see a boy standing in the lobby, looking around.
"I have to stay here…" Angel stammered, turning to face the others. "Wes, Fred, you two go look up anything to figure out what she is. I don't care if you have already, keep searching. Spike think about where Buffy would go, and Willow, trying a locater spell. I need to deal with this right now."
They all watched a little shocked as Angel stepped up to two parents and a boy. They could not figure out what was more important then an ex girlfriend who could destroy the world.
"Um, how can I help you?" Angel stammered, looking to the parents and avoiding eye contact with the boy. The parents spoke to Angel but all he was paying attention to was the boy, who looked around curiously. The boy… Angel recognized immediately, it was his son Connor. And he was in the place Angel wanted him least. Near himself.
"Come with me." Angel said to the parents as he led them into his office to find out exactly why they had brought Connor. He sat down and listened to the parents.
"Angel has lost it." Spike said, looking to Angel inside his office. Everyone else left, off to do the tasks Angel had sent them on.