Disclaimer: None of this belonged to me because the actual owners would make this better…

Author's Note: I apologize for the extremely long wait for something this short, but I honestly do not know where to take this story. I know it's kind of impossible, but as far as fitting in with the third season Angel timeline, this takes place before Connor returns.

Chapter Six

Drusilla tiptoed through the cemetery leading her to Spike's place. She could faintly smell the delicious aroma of Slayer's blood and it was enough to ensure her that her precious Spike was all better again. She slunk herself closer to Spike's crypt, identifying it quite easily. The stars certainly had told her how to find her baby again.

Without any introduction, she kicked open the door and walked inside with a wicked smile. She stopped a second later as her smile reverted to a less thrilled expression. "It is not your birthday," she informed the strawberry blond who was adjusting her shirt from her position in Spike's lap. Drusilla then returned her attention to Spike. "Why do you give her treats if it is not her birthday?"

"Drusilla," Spike stated as he pushed the other vampire off of him. "What are you doing here?"

"The wind has told me of changes. Like you. You're all new again," Drusilla answered plainly in a soft tone of voice. "But it didn't tell me of the new birds," she added as her lower lip stuck out in a pout.

The younger female vampire gave a disgusted glance over at Drusilla then looked at Spike. "You actually liked this escaped insane asylum girl?" she asked.

"No," Spike answered as he grabbed a small bit of wood from the floor. Back before his chip was removed, he had kept it in case Buffy would ever need his help. But now, he finally had a use for the thing.
"I still love this vampire," he said with a smile as he staked the other vampire with one thrust of the stake.

Drusilla clapped her hands together wildly in approval. "The party's only just starting," she informed Spike. "And it's going to be big," she added excitedly. She stepped up on tiptoe and pulled Spike's head towards her. "Psst, the world's ending," she whispered.

"Really?" Spike asked doubtfully as he picked Drusilla up within his arms. He carried her over to his bed and placed her down carefully before jumping in bed next to her. "When?"

"Soon," Drusilla said vaguely. "The stars speak of it. They're getting very anxious."

Over in Los Angeles, Cordelia Chase was peacefully enjoying a nice night in her apartment. The Groosalugg was finishing up in the shower, leaving the apartment all for Cordelia. She smiled slightly at that idea as she reached for a magazine. It was nothing important at all, just something she had picked up for when she had spare time. She turned to the first few pages and scanned them to see if there was anything in particular she wanted to read.

Before she could make up her mind, a vision hit her. Sure, they were not painful anymore, but this was not her average vision. Her head jolted backwards and her eyes turned white. She could see what was happening. A woman was on a cliff raising a tower further. Cordelia focused harder and recognized the woman as Willow. The woman's hair was all black and she had very many veins, but she could still recognize it as Willow. Willow did something towards the tower. The tower began lowering into the earth. After it disappeared, the earth around it began doing the same.

Cordelia gasped as the vision ended. She knew what this meant. She had to call Buffy or Xander or anyone from Sunnydale. She raced into her bedroom and grabbed her phone book. She quickly turned to the S division as she reached for the phone. She scanned the name before spotting Summers, Buffy. She quickly dialed the number and hoped that the Slayer would be home. "Come on, Buffy," she whispered.