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Reunion: Chapter 2: Confusion, Accusation, and Prophecy

Darla POV

Darla couldn't understand what Angelus was thinking. Why did he want to come back to the Hellmouth? They had it good in L.A. So many people who were homeless.....easy pickings. Why did he –even when he was his old self again- want that Slayer? He never cared much about Slayers before –except when they got in his way. She and her new Sire had talked it over (as Spike and Angel hadn't paid any attention to them) and both agreed that Spike himself liked her as well. Angel had said he hated her but they knew better. He hated her because he loved her just as much as William did. This Slayer was the most powerful Slayer in history. She was also the prettiest, she had to admit. It didn't really surprise her that Angel and Spike were interested in her. But what perplexed her most was the fact that Angelus had said 'four new siblings'. What could he mean?


When Buffy awoke the next morning, she was greeted by a chilling sight. There, in her hand, was a parchment envelope. It may seem like nothing to you or me, but to Buffy it brought back a flood of memories she had tried to bury long ago. She opened the cautiously...carefully. Inside, in flowery script, was a poem.....

Roses are red

So is blood

I'd like to be fed

With your flood

...... and a picture. A picture of her with her neck violated with two puncture wounds. She looked closely at the two bleeding wounds. When she realized what was on the paper, she dropped the parchment and screamed. It was real blood.


Buffy felt distracted and paranoid all day. She hadn't told Willow and Xander about...... the incident. She didn't know if she should. After all, the last time something like this happened she had gone to Giles, but he's gone now. Besides, they always burden her with their problems. Why should she tell hers? It was like she had taken Giles's place. After all, last time she checked Angel was in L.A. working on his business. It was most likely a joke, a very sick joke. Probably Spike. After all, he was present most of the time that Angelus was around.


Dru could hear the stars telling her all sorts of things. Evil, disturbing things. 'The Slayer will die' they chanted to her. Miss Edith was being a good little girl when she heard them speak. 'Her power shall die' "Oh, goodie!" she said in her sweet, innocent voice.


Darla walked into Drusilla's bedroom, hoping for a chat. She found her looking at the night sky. "What is it?" she asked.

"The Slayer will die," she answered, smiling softly.
"When? Who will kill her?" Darla eagerly asked.

"Her power shall die," was the only answer she got.

"Who will kill her?" she practically screamed.

"Oh, goodie!" Drusilla clasp her hands to her chest.


Spike was sitting in his crypt, minding his own business, when she burst through his door for the second time in three days.

"God, Slayer! What is it now?" he fumed.

She didn't answer, unless throwing him onto the crypt wall was an answer.

"What the hell are you playing at, Spike?" she screeched, obviously pissed off.

"What in bloody hell are you talking about?" Spike yelled back.

"This, you son of a bitch," she threw the envelope at him.


What the hell was he playing at? Why did he look so shocked to see the contents of the envelope? He didn't think I'd fall for it, did he? Buffy couldn't believe him!


Angelus wasn't surprised when he neared Spike's crypt and heard crashes and shouting. God, when Buffy's pissed, she's Carrie incarnate. This is working out pretty good. Spike's getting blamed for what I did. He then stopped outside of Spike's door, got into gameface, and shoved Spike's door open.

"Spike!" he yelled, pretending to be angry. He then pulled Buffy away roughly and threw Spike against the wall.

"You didn't tell her, did you William?" he whispered through his fangs into Spike's ear.

Spike gave him a look of pure poison and slowly shook his head.

"Good," Angelus sneered. Then he beat Spike up- Spike taking it all- and stormed out.


Buffy was furious. How dare he interrupt? She then looked at Spike who was on his knees, grasping his side. He looked so pathetic. Whatever he had done to Angel, it must have been bad. She quickly strode over and helped him up. When he was finally standing again, she punched him into unconsciousness. She left his crypt still fuming.


Angelus went to the Bronze. He was feeling peckish and he knew the girls were getting restless. He had noticed they weren't as happy as they used to be. He'd bring back two nice boys to cheer them up. As he walked through the Bronze, he could see many a girl staring at him. He chuckled. Come and get it, ladies, he thought to himself. This is your lucky night.