A/N: here's more! enjoy! pleez R&R!

Reunion: Chapter 7: Witch Hunting

Willow POV

Willow had made up her mind. She was going to confront Buffy with her suspicions. When she got to her destination, it looked like she had stepped onto a crime scene. "Mrs. Summers?" she called as soon as she had run through the door.

"Willow, she's gone," Joyce said hauntingly as she stared off into space.

"Who? Who's gone?" Willow asked, even though she was quite sure who was missing.

"Buffy," was the last thing she got out of the older woman.

By the time the police left, Willow's panic had subsided a little.

She still couldn't believe it. What kind of sicko would take Buffy?

Angelus! That pig! What the hell is going on! Why does he want to turn her? She's the Slayer! 'God,' Darla thought. He sees one Cali girl with superpowers and he already wants to turn her. She's just a piece of fresh meat, just something to play with. What the hell is he thinking!

Angelus POV

I want to have a powerful order. I want to be in charge. Drusilla…Willow… Buffy… Darla… Spike… Xander… and I think Giles will make up the Order of Angelus. And I shall rule them.

Angelus waited until Rosenberg was in the park alone before he attacked. He had gotten a tranquilizer gun that very evening. Of course he hadn't paid for it. The clerk had been tasty though… He aimed and silently and carefully pulled the trigger.

All Willow remembered was feeling worried about Buffy, when she felt a prick on the back of her neck. Then she fell into darkness.

Bingo! I got her and without a fight. Now to take her to the mansion to see her friend. After all, best friends are forever

Angelus laid the leather-clad body down on an altar adjoining Buffy's. Her red hair fell on her face. He gently pushed it away. He had dressed her in an outfit that was exactly like the one the vampire version had worn. It seems the Vamp Willow must have stolen her clothes from one of the shops in Sunnydale. The leather outfit looked perfect on her. He taped her mouth shut so she couldn't say a spell. 'Last thing I need is for some magicks messing up my plan.' He finished chaining her down to the altar and turned to find Spike standing in the doorway.

"What do you want?" Angelus snarled.

"Nothing, Peaches," Spike replied. "Just curious."

"You feel like some fun?" he asked his childe as if he were going for ice cream.

"What did you have in mind?" Spike asked, obviously interested.

"A man hunt," Angelus replied.

"Who?" Spike asked curiously.

"Your favorite human," Angelus smirked. "Xander Harris."