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Chapter Three

"What do you mean you're not sure?" Giles asked as he looked over at Willow and Buffy. Although he was saddened that Cordelia was dead, fear now overcame him since there was a possibility she might be a vampire. "Didn't you check the body? Didn't you move the body to be safe?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, Giles!" she yelled. "We didn't ok. We were more concerned of making sure Xander doesn't do something stupid that would get him killed as well!" she shot out at her Watcher.

She sighed, shaking her head as she pulled herself together. "Sorry, it's just I'm not perfect. I make mistakes and I'm sorry for that," she began. "I could skip trig and go to see if the body's there or not," she volunteered.

Giles shook his head. "No, it's too late," he began as he walked into his office. "Drusilla would have taken her by now. One can only imagine why she would want Cordelia."

Various pieces of clothing were scattered all over the factory floor, farthest away being Cordelia's undergarments. Cordelia and Drusilla lay on their sides facing one another, Drusilla's dress and Cordelia's shirt coming between their naked bodies and the cold floor of the factory.

Cordelia smiled as she moved closer towards Drusilla, her left hand moving down the insane vampire's back, stopping only to squeeze her girlfriend's right butt cheek.

Drusilla giggled as she began doing the same to Cordelia, the two of them bringing their heads in closer as they once again began kissing one another.

"Oh god, somebody put a stake in me," Spike muttered as he and Angelus looked on to what was going on in front of them.

"I'd volunteer, but I'm occupied right now," Angelus said as his eyes remained glued to the two women who were successfully groping and kissing one another.

"How could you stand to watch them?" Spike asked.

"Well, I am male," Angelus answered as he slapped his hand at Spike for talking during what he saw as beautiful. "And if you were too, you'd enjoy this woman on woman action."

Spike rolled his eyes. "I am a male, but I do not enjoy watching my girlfriend making out with the Slayer's lapdog's whore!" he yelled with an emphatic gesture at Cordelia.

"Well, I wasn't too fond of Drusilla making out with you at first."

"That's different, you poof," Spike yelled. "You at least had Darla during that. I have nothing."

Angelus nodded. "DarlaÉI miss Darla."

"Should have thought about that before you staked her," Spike mumbled angrily.

Angelus growled. "I did not stake her! That blinding idiot do-good-er Angel did it!" he yelled in disgust. "Now, please hush as I'm watching my program," he said, his attention returning to Drusilla and Cordelia.

Xander stood carefully at the address he knew was Cordelia's. Although he had never actually been to his girlfriend's house, he knew her address better than his own. He stood outside the rather large house on Parkview Avenue before gathering the courage to knock on the door. He gave two short knocks, followed by ringing the doorbell, just to ensure that he would be heard.

"Harold, open it already!" the woman's voice that Xander presumed to be Cordelia's mother commanded. "She probably locked herself out again!"

"It's not her!" the male voice, Cordelia's father perhaps, answered without moving from his seat. "She'd be at school by now."

"Not if the police are bringing her home like we asked them to once they found her!"

Xander rolled his eyes at the mention of the place he was not. He could not bring himself to go there this soon after Cordelia's death. To be in the same hallways the two of them had walked in all the time was just too much for him to handle. He sighed as he knocked again.

"Dammit, if you won't get the door than I will!" the female yelled as she rushed to the door, opening it wide as she embraced Xander tightly in her expensive shirt covered arms without even realizing that she was not hugging her daughter.

"Sylvia, knock it off!" the male yelled. "It's not Cordelia!" he said as he turned around from his position on the couch as he looked in disgust over at Xander.

Cordelia's mother let out a screech as she instantly flung Xander across the hallway. "You're not my daughter! Who the hell are you and what are you doing here! We're not going to buy anything if you're here to sell something." Her voice was firm. She glared at Xander as she smoothed the wrinkled in her shirt and folded her arms across her chest and awaited her previously demanded answer.

"Um, Mr. and Mrs. Chase, I presume," Xander began meekly.

The man nodded as he got up from his seat on the couch, put his cigar out and walked over towards his wife. "That's us. Now what's your name and business here, sonny?" he asked.

Xander swallowed. "My name's Xander Harris and I have some information you might not want to hear about your daughter" he began.

"How do you know my daughter?" Mrs. Chase asked with a slight hostile tone in her voice.

"I'm dating your daughter...Or I was," Xander began.

Mrs. Chase nodded. "You're right. That was news I did not want to hear about my daughter," she said as she began shooing Xander out.

Xander groaned. "That wasn't what I was hear to tell you!" he said as he began getting angry.

"What do you do for a living?" Mr. Chase asked.

"I don't have a job, I'm only a junior in high school," Xander began.

"What do your parents do for a living?" Mr. Chase asked with the same amount of curiosity as his previous question.

"Why does that matter?" Xander asked.

"We want to know what possessed our daughter to date you," Mrs. Chase began. "But some of us have jobs to get to and daughters to find," she continued as she once again tried to push Xander out of the house.

"Mr. and Mrs. Chase!" Xander screeched as he demanded their attention. "Sit down," he commanded and for some unknown reason the parents of his girlfriend obeyed him and sat down at the bottom of the stairs. "Now, what I'm going to tell you, I can guarantee you will not like."

"We already found out that our daughter's dating a scumbag like you," Mrs. Chase interrupted.

"Sylvia, I think he's serious," Mr. Chase said as he took his wife's hand. "What is it?"

Xander swallowed hard again, fighting back the tears enough to say the next eight words. "Mr. and Mrs. Chase...your daughter is...she's dead," Xander choked out.

"What?" Mrs. Chase asked as her expression instantly hinted at sadness. "How? When? How?"

"Tell us what you know," Mr. Chase said as he wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders.

"I don't know much...I found her outside the Bronze last night and she was already gone," Xander began but he found there was no way for him to talk about it without getting tear-y eyed.

To his surprise, the Chases understood what he was going through and Mr. Chase stood up, pulling Xander and Sylvia into his arms. The three of them stood like that, comforting one another for quite awhile before calming down slightly, at least enough for Mr. Chase to call the police to end the search for Cordelia and start the search for her body and whoever killed her.

Cordelia and Drusilla once again arose from their bliss as they began putting clothes on. Not that it was something either one of them particularly wanted to do, but it would be something required if one were to walk around in public.

"We've been coped up for hours," Cordelia pouted as she slipped one of Drusilla's dresses over her head. "Can we party now?"

Drusilla slipped into one of her dresses as well, glancing over at Cordelia and smiling wickedly in response.