Hello everyone! I am mega excited today because I am fifteen today! So I'm mega excited and mega hyper! Woo hoo!

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This is a make up chapter, because I know lot's of you were disappointed by the apocolypse chapter, because there wasn't a whole lot of action...so here's the make up chapter! And it's bloody long I'll tell you that! Geez...but anyway, here it is, with plenty of action, so I hope you all like and hopefully there'll be no disappointments...is that a word? Yeah it is...I think...

SPASH panther: 1st question- maybe, I'm not too sure yet. 2nd question: You'll find out. Their reactions aren't really exciting…3rd question: Xander Jr. is about five and Sarah is about three. I think. I've written their ages somewhere, but I really cannot be bothered to look. So their about that age. 4th question: No, but Sirius and Spike will get along.

Sam-453: Ok, ok, two weeks…easy mistake to make…'sides, who's counting? Jks.

Anyway, on with the chapter!

Chapter 29. Return to England.

Buffy stood in the lobby of the Hyperion, her friends around her. Tara sat on a chair, looking almost enviously at the sight of Gunn and Fred kissing. It seemed that Tara missed Willow almost as much as Willow missed Tara, but Tara was firm in her decision. She had talked to Buffy about it, and she had told Buffy that she may decide to go to England, but not yet. The memories of Willow's magic abuse were still too strong.

Wesley, Lorne and Cordelia were talking quietly, occasionally casting worried looks at Angel. Next to them, Spike was smoking a cigarette, wearing his large leather duster; identical to the one Buffy always wore. Spike loved Buffy, and Buffy loved him, but only as a friend. They had grown so close over the years, that Buffy had wanted something that would remind her of him on her travels fighting evil. Spike had gotten her the duster, and Buffy was hardly parted without it.

Anya was sitting on a desk, eating a sandwich with prunes, beetroot, ham and mayonnaise, which, according to Xander, Anya had taken a liking to since she had become pregnant. Xander sat next to her, his own chicken salad sandwich in his hand. He looked at the sandwich Anya was eating with disgust, beetroot stained mayonnaise dripping from the bread. He shuddered, and then looked back to his own sandwich, mayonnaise visible. He shrugged and took a large bite out of his own, apparently unaffected.

Xander Junior and Sarah were playing with Wesley's stakes, almost unaware that they were dangerous in the wrong hands. But the children had so far grown up around evil, fighting and dealing with it. It was almost sad for them to grow up around death like this, but it was Xander's and Anya's decision. They wanted their children to have to knowledge of the dark creatures in the world, so one day, they could help stop them.

Buffy grinned at her friends antics, and Angel watched her quietly. She seemed happier than he had seen her for many years…maybe it was the fact that she had found her lost family, or it could be the fact that he could smell a man all over her. A man with a smell that reminded Angel of…dog?

Angel was a jealous bastard, and he knew it. He was controlling, selfish, possessive and jealous, all traits that belonged to his evil counter part, Angelus. While Angelus had expressed his jealousy and possessiveness through violence and cold blooded murder, Angel, the vampire with a soul countered his problem in a different way.

Brooding.

A pastime Angel spent a lot doing, but time worth spent, he might add. Angel was over two hundred years old, and he had done quite a bit in those two centuries he had been alive…and dead. This all required time set for brooding, which, fortunately, he had quite a lot. Especially when Buffy was around. For when Buffy was around, almost all of his thoughts were occupied by her.

Buffy was not perfect. Far from it almost. She was a tight ass, stuck up little bitch, as Faith had once said. Buffy was stern and had major ego problems. But she was also compassionate, ambitious and a leader. She had humour, although it was sometime severely lacking in parts, and she did know how to have fun. And that was why Angel still loved her.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Buffy asked the people who were staying behind, but they shook their heads, and wished them well for their journey. Xander stuffed the rest of his sandwich in his mouth, and then hauled his suitcases in his arms.

"Are you sure it's safe for me?" Anya asked, her hand protectively on her bump.

"Positive." Buffy reassured, taking a suitcase belonging to Spike in her hands. She glanced at the doors of the Hyperion, her eyes searching for Death Eaters or vampires. Suddenly, breaking the sad silence, there was a loud pop and two groups of people appeared in the lobby of the hotel, most of them dressed in robes and carrying wands.

"Great googly moogly." Xander observed, grinning as he spotted Willow among the mass of magic folk. "Willow." He said, and Tara's eyes immediately flew to the red head.

"Hey Xand." Willow acknowledged. Buffy smiled and walked towards the magic folk.

"Gallant fighters to the rescue." Lupin joked, as Buffy reached him.

"Thanks guys." She said, her eyes drifting over the many wizards and witches. The Weasley's (save Molly) were here with Faith, Willow, Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley, as well as other members of the Order that Buffy could not remember the name of. She noted that Moody was not among the group, neither was Snape.

"Who are these people?" Cordelia asked curiously.

"I asked Dumbledore today for some help. Followers of Voldemort are coming today, now, to collect Angel. And I didn't think we could handle them ourselves." Buffy explained with a blush.

"Shall I hand out weapons?" Wesley asked, and Buffy nodded.

"There could be vampires, so Buffy and her friends can deal with them. Its unlikely Voldemort will send just Death Eaters." Kingsley said hoarsely.

"When are they coming?" Anya asked worriedly.

At a quiet crack, Buffy's head snapped towards the door, synchronizing with Spike, Angel and Faith.

"Now." Spike said roughly, snarling. All eyes turned to the door and a tense silence descended across the lobby. Wesley quietly handed out weapons and all the wizards and witches took out their wands. Sarah clung to Xander's leg while Xander Junior grasped Anya's hand. Every eye was turned to the door, everyone's breath was held in anticipation and everybody was tense. Buffy clutched a long sword Wesley had given her, and then grasped the Lupin's hand. She was nervous. She had never seen Death Eater's before and had never fought against them. Her heart pounded violently in her throat and she vaguely registered Xander instructing Anya to hide in Angel's office with their children.

And with an almighty crash, the doors of the Hyperion banged open and vampires and Death Eater's ran in. Time seemed to go more slowly as Buffy saw out of the corner of her eye, Anya run into Angel's office with Sarah and Xander Junior, Angel and Spike morphing into their vampire face and wizards and witches on both sides opened their mouths to utter spells.

And then time seemed to speed up again and Buffy found courage as Lupin squeezed her hand. She ran forward, clutching her sword in her hand which she was holding onto it so tightly that her knuckles were white. She vaguely registered red and green lights' shooting around her, but her mind was set on a particularly tall vampire with a sword, who was grinning menacingly at her. Her blade sung in the air as she lifted it and brought it down to meet the vampire's blade, light reflecting off the metal.

They moved quickly, their swords clashing as they tried to strike each other. Buffy swung at his legs but he blocked it and jabbed at her with his sword, but she moved out the way just in time. She tried a wide arching swing but he ducked out of the way and their blades clashed violently once more. The vampire swung at Buffy's hand but she blocked it and sent a high kick up at his face. He quickly regrouped and swung his sword down, but Buffy met it halfway and then jabbed at him in his chest. Her jab missed and they were back to trading blows again, as each blade tried to strike and was parried, as each kick was missed and as each punch was blocked.

The vampire snarled at her, his eyes moving from her face to somewhere behind her, and she twirled around, her blade slicing the air as she did. She swung at what had been an empty space behind her, but was now a cloud of dust as the vampire's head had been chopped off. She spun back around to face her vampire and chuckled at his surprised face.

"I'm a slayer." She explained, and the vampire grinned.

"It shall be more fun to kill you." He said hoarsely and he punched her. Buffy blocked his punch and roundhouse kicked to his side, but he quickly regrouped and sent her one in return. She ducked it and his momentum carried him around in a spin, and he raised his sword. Again they traded blows, and Buffy realized she was gaining the upper hand. She jabbed at his arm and sliced the flesh and red blood trickled down his arm. He growled and tried an arching swing from above, but Buffy quickly rolled out of the way and swung down at his legs. He had not been expecting this and he howled in pain as his feet were severed from his body. Jumping up, Buffy swung her sword at the vampires head and he quickly dusted.

She quickly glanced around and saw that Gunn and Wesley were tackling four vampires. She ran towards them and swung at a vampire from behind and he exploded in a cloud of dust. She grinned at the two men who nodded thankfully in returned to their fight, Buffy's help making it easier for them.

Buffy looked around again and saw Sirius dueling with a masked Death Eater, a glare set firmly in his handsome face. The woman cackled and Buffy knew immediately who it was. Lupin had told her of the woman who had killed Sirius, her cackle, her heavily lidded eyes visible from the slits in the mask. Buffy walked to Sirius, set in a fast pace, unconsciously twirling her sword in her hand. Her body was dripping with rage; she badly desired to hurt the witch who had killed Sirius.

But before she could do so, three vampires jumped out in front of her, having been hiding behind the mass of black clothed Death Eaters and the Order members. Buffy slowly raised her sword, the metal glinting, reflecting the different colours of lights that were shooting around the room, having been omitted from wands.

"Slayer." One of the vampires said. He had blond hair and was staring at Buffy. He growled and Buffy smiled.

"Vampire." She returned, her eyes traveling across the vampires, all in game face. The one on the far left, with black hair and oriental features, licked her lips and placed a delicate hand on her leather clothed figure. She whispered something to the one in the middle, her partner, and he placed a hand on the girl's stomach. Without warning, the vampire on the right lunged at Buffy, his hands outstretched, his yellow eyes glinting maliciously. The other two oriental looking vampires watched amusedly. They clearly thought it was all a game. He tackled Buffy to the ground and her sword fell to the floor with a cold clatter. Buffy quickly kicked him off and jumped up, crouching in a defensive position. The three vampires attacked simultaneously and Buffy's instincts went wild. She punched and kicked right left and centre, her fist impacting with flesh, her boot striking heads.

An arm wrapped around her neck, another around her waist and she pulled up against the Oriental male vampire. The girl and the blond vampire snarled at her and Buffy felt with a groan, the vampire's fingers traveling up towards her chest. As soon as he bared his teeth, leaning in for a bite, Buffy flipped him over, and his body crashed to the floor. A stake flew out of nowhere, and it impacted with the vampire's heart. He exploded into dust, and Buffy glanced at her rescuer. Angel shrugged casually.

"Thought you needed a hand." He offered, smiling.

"I am the slayer." Buffy said as she caught a stake Angel threw her. She punched the female vampire and deftly staked her. "I can hold my own." She finished, kicking at the remanding vampire. He jumped, missing her kick and Angel punched him while in the air. The vampire fell to the floor with a smack, and Angel staked him.

"My mistake." He said.

Not so far away, Sirius stared at Angel and Buffy through narrowed eyes. His fist clenched around his wand and he omitted a soft growl as Angel and Buffy tackled two vampires, working in perfect unison.

"Aw, is Black jealous?" A teasing voice called and Sirius turned around, facing Bellatrix Lestrange once again. He had been duelling with her before, but she had run off and Sirius had duelled with another Death Eater. But now she was back, her eyes fixed on him through the slits in her mask, her dark coloured wand raised. "Don't you stay dead?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"I'll kill you." Sirius threatened, raising his wand.

Bellatrix glanced at his wand and then back at Sirius. "How's dear old Harry?" She mocked, her eyes dancing maliciously.

"Furnunculus!"Sirius shouted, but Bellatrix blocked the curse and cackled.

"That the best you got?" Bellatrix mocked, and Sirius gritted his teeth.

"Crucio!"He yelled, and as soon as the curse left his lips, Bellatrix screamed in pain as the curse took over her body. She shook violently and her fists clenched and her knuckles white.

"See how you like it." Lupin whispered hoarsely, standing beside Sirius. He glared at Bellatrix, his thoughts occupied by Frank and Alice Longbottom, who had been tortured to madness by this curse…by Bellatrix. Sirius glanced at Lupin from the corner of his eye, his wand poised in the air, the curse still wracking Bellatrix's body. After another blood curdling scream on Bellatrix's part, Lupin whispered, "Leave it Padfoot."

Sirius regretfully lowered his wand, the curse breaking. Bellatrix's screams subsided and she shakily stared up at Sirius. Her eyes were masked in fury, and she stood defiantly. "You will pay for that, Black." She spat.

"No he won't." A voice said from behind, and Bellatrix screamed again, and a blade stuck out of Bellatrix's stomach, dripping with blood. Buffy withdrew the sword, and kicked Bellatrix down. Bellatrix raised her wand, and Buffy kicked it aside. "You killed my boyfriend." She whispered to Bellatrix.

"Aw, how sweet." Bellatrix said shakily. "Black is being protected by a girl."

Buffy glared at Bellatrix and pulled off the mask from her head. Black, glossy hair tumbled down from underneath, sweat shined on her face and heavily lidded dark eyes glared at Buffy. "I'm not just any girl. I'm a slayer. And Lily's Evan's sister." Bellatrix's eyes lit up. "And you're master killed my sister." Buffy said hoarsely.

"The sister." Bellatrix breathed, her eyes alight with delight. "The sister…in the prophecy."

"What?" Buffy spat. "What prophecy?" Bellatrix only smiled sinisterly. "The one about Harry?"

"No." She replied. "The one about y-."

"Stupefy!" A flash of red light came soaring towards Buffy and she yelped as she felt strong arms envelop her and move her away from the spell's direction. Even though this was not the desired effect the Death Eater wanted, he had enough time to collect Bellatrix, other Death Eater's and vampires surrounding him from harms way. Voldemort's followers hurried out of the Hyperion, sending spell's and curses as they went.

"Thanks Angel." Buffy said, "But it wouldn't have done much harm."

"All I know is, curse equals bad, and that was definitely a curse." Angel replied, releasing his hold. He glanced around the lobby room and his face fell. "Their all gone."

"Shall we go after them?" Wesley asked, joining them.

Buffy shook her head. "No." She said, glancing around the room. "We have casualties; we need to tend to our own." She looked at Angel and gasped. "Angel, your hurt." She said, placing her hand gingerly on the side of Angel's torso.

"I'm fine." He said, wincing slightly as Buffy touched the wound. "Other people are worse off."

Buffy nodded, stepping away from Angel. "We should go." She said to Sirius and Lupin, who were watching the pair. "Magical care will be better for them."

Lupin nodded and eyed Angel warily. "Are you ok?" He asked, placing a hand on Buffy's shoulder. "That was quite…" He trailed off, glancing at the blood stained sword on the floor.

"I was mad." Buffy admitted softly. "I'm sorry."

"I'm glad you did it." Sirius said. "Served that bitch right."

"Padfoot…" Lupin chastised half heartedly.

"She did deserve it, Moony." Sirius returned. Lupin shrugged, dismissing the subject.

"What was she talking about?" Lupin said. "A prophecy?"

"I've had enough of those to last me a lifetime." Buffy said, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. "But did you notice that the Death Eater's left as soon as Bellatrix was going to tell us who it was about?"

"They did not want Bellatrix blabbing." Sirius said softly. "But what's the prophecy about, and who?"

"Who knows?" Buffy said dismissively. "Gather everyone together; we should leave as soon as possible."

"Will they come back?" Wesley asked, casting a nervous glance to the doors.

"I doubt it." Buffy said. "We killed the vampires, and lots of the Death Eaters are hurt. They won't come back in a hurry." She walked off, leaving the four men behind.

"Are you alright B?" Faith called, approaching Buffy.

"Yeah. How about you?"

"Five by five." Buffy nodded, and her eyes flitted around the room. They darted around Order members, some wounded, some not, her friends, some wounded some not. "We got off pretty cheap, considering." Faith said, and Buffy nodded.

"Thanks for coming."

"No problem." Faith said. "Shall I get everyone together?"

"Yes. We'll leave soon."

Several minutes later, the kitchen of Grimmauld Place was suddenly disturbed from its peace and quiet. Several loud 'pop's' sounded in the air, and three groups of people appeared in the room among the furniture.

"Mom, let's do it again!" A tiny boy shouted, tugging on a pregnant blonde's sleeve.

"Bloody hell, let's not." A tall man with platinum hair said, clutching his head.

"You ok An'?" A built, brown haired man asked the pregnant woman. Anya nodded and smiled.

"That was fun. I think the unborn kid liked it." Anya said with her hand on her stomach. Xander quickly put his hand on Anya's stomach and smiled proudly.

"I'm so tired." Willow announced, seating down on a chair. "That fight really took a lot out of me."

"Me too Will." Xander said, and the two hugged tightly. They had left in a hurry, and Willow had not greeted Xander properly. Around the hugging friends, wounded Order members sat on chairs and were tended to by those more able. Thankfully, no one was terribly hurt.

Buffy smiled and walked past Angel to Sirius, who was sitting on a chair, his eyes closed. "Tired, Sirius?" She joked, and Sirius grinned, standing up so Buffy only reached his shoulders. "Miss me?" She asked, and Sirius kissed her soundly on the lips, his arms wrapping around her waist, unaware of the jealous and hateful stares the two vampires were giving him. Buffy parted from him slowly, and sighed happily. And then the Xander put his arm firmly around Buffy's shoulders, and Sirius' eyes narrowed.

"Who the hell are you and why are you kissing Buffy?" Xander asked, and Buffy swatted him in the chest, smiling.

"Xander, this is Sirius Black. We are kinda…"

"I saw." Xander said, eyeing Sirius up and down. "Look mate, I'm pretty much Buffy's big brother so I've got to ask you two questions."

"Go on." Sirius replied.

"Do you have a pulse?" Sirius nodded bewildered, holding out his wrist. Xander did not check. "Are you part of some secret branch of the government that experiments with demons?" Sirius shook his head bewilderedly, and Xander sighed with relief. He clapped a hand on Sirius' back, and smiled that goofy, boyish smile of his. "Nice to meet you, I'm Xander Harris."

"Sirius Black."

"Anya Harris. And this is Sarah, and Xander Junior." The pregnant woman said.

Sirius smiled his greetings, and looked to the other two people he did not know in the room. One of them was a punky blonde man and the other tall man, with spiky hair and a large forehead.

"Name's Spike." The blonde said, lighting a cigarette.

"Angel."

Sirius unconsciously placed an arm around Buffy and pulled her closer, feeling inner satisfaction at the soft growl that was emitted from Angel.

"Wes and the gang didn't want to come back with us?" Faith said, looking around the group.

"They decided to stay." Angel said.

"Where was Giles? I didn't see him fighting." Willow said who was unaware that Giles was currently in hospital.

Buffy opened her mouth to tell Willow the terrible news, but was saved by the kitchen door opening and the few Order members who had not gone to LA entering the room, including Molly, Moody and Dumbledore.

"Hey Dumble-d." Buffy greeted. "Mission was successful, and I brought back some spares." She said. She pointed to her friends and started to introduce everyone, for everyone's benefit. "This is Xander, Anya, his wife, their two kids, Sarah and Xander Junior. That's Angel and he is-"

Buffy was interrupted by a loud growl and an exclamation. Moody shouted with his wand out and he jumped at Spike. "You!"

I know, I know, another cliffhanger. But you like those, right?

Please review! It's my birthday and I'm fifteen so you have to review!