A/N: hey! here's more. sorry for the slow update. stuffs ben happenin. anyway, on to the story! pleez R&R!

Reunion: Chapter 6: Angelus is up to something

Spike POV

Spike froze. He sniffed the air. It was Darla and Dru. He called out, "Where are you?"

"Over here," the sound seemed to come from behind him.

He ran off in the direction of Darla's voice.

"Darla?" Spike asked incredulously.

"Spike?" Darla replied.

"What's wrong?" he asked hurriedly.

"Angelus is up to something," Darla answered. "We need to find him."

"I was just going to do that. How did you find out?" he asked curiously.

"I figured it out. After all, you and Angel gave us plenty of time to think," he said snidely.

'Uh-oh,' thought Spike. 'Darla's pissed.'

"Daddy's been mean," Dru chimed in her share.

"We've got to find them, now!" Darla growled angrily, getting into gameface.

Dru and Spike soon joined her and Angelus's family set off into the night.

Angelus was about to bite Buffy and turn her, when he sensed them. They were beyond pissed, they were absolutely furious.

'Oh, shit,' he thought to himself. 'Of all times to revolt, they choose now.'

He snarled in frustration. Okay, then. I'll just take her with me. And with that thought, he picked up her sleeping form and carried her off into the night.

Spike and the girls suddenly caught a whiff of something. It was Angelus, no doubt about it, but that wasn't all. They could smell vanilla…

Joyce Summers awoke the next morning to a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. 'What a glorious day,' she thought to herself. After she was dressed, she went to Buffy's room to do the 'Mom' thing. 'Time to wake my Slayer daughter,' she thought pleasantly. But when she opened the door, "Buffy –" she stopped in mid-sentence. All she found was an empty bed. And on the pillow was a drawing of Buffy, sound asleep.

After calling the police, Joyce sat on the steps, her head in her hands. She couldn't believe it. Her daughter. Her daughter was gone. Kidnapped. Who would do such a thing? Who could be so heartless?

Angelus had carried her to the mansion. He stood over her chained body. He had dressed her in the blackest two-piece dress. She looked like a Gothic goddess. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but he didn't feel in a good enough mood to care. She was lying on a stone altar like a sacrifice to the gods. 'God, she looks beautiful.' He suddenly remembered how evil Willow and Xander were as vampires in the alternate reality. They will make perfect children. Time to go a witch hunting…