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Chapter Five

"Now, now, now," Angelus began as he ventured further into the Sunnydale club. "There's no real reason to scream. It helps to give away your position, but don't worry kittens. Everyone will get a turn."

"And this is what I call fun," Spike added as he followed Angelus and began looking at all of the frightened people. "Look at all the goodies," he added.

Drusilla giggled as she pulled Cordelia by the wrist and began heading over towards the various tables throughout the club. "Do you like the gifties?" she asked curiously. "There's just so many presents for me, but I don't know which to open first."

Cordelia's face filled with a wicked smile as she began walking over to one of the tables. "I have a theory on which one," she stated as she pulled her victim of choice up by long strands of her red hair.

"What do you want Cordelia?" Willow asked through gritted teeth.

"To teach a certain ex of mine a little lesson on love," Cordelia said simply. "Now, if you recall, even when he was dating me, Xander always had a thing for you. I wonder if he'd like you with some fangs attached to your desperate of make-up face."

"No, no, no," Angelus scolded as he pushed Cordelia over towards the side. "I had dibs on the Slayer's best friend, not some new thing. You're job is to entertain Drusilla and only that!"

Cordelia stuck a lower lip out in protest. "You didn't kill her before when you had the chance," she pointed out. "Why would you do it now?"

"We didn't stake you as soon as Drusilla came home with you," Spike pointed out as he too approached the vampire crowd around Willow's table. He smiled wickedly, retrieving his lighter from his back pocket. "That certainly won't stop us now, though," he pointed out.

"Hey!" Willow yelled, snapping everyone's attention quickly. "I'm standing right here and none of you are going to kill me or turn me and there is nothing wrong with my face!" she declared strongly as she picked up her plate that had been holding a muffin. Without thinking, she smashed the plate over Angelus's head then quickly darted out of the Bronze along with a few other people.

"She changed the rules," Drusilla began as she watched Willow flee. "But it isn't her birthday so she can't do that!"

Spike rolled his eyes before catching site of the crowd quickly exiting the Bronze. "Quick," he yelled. "Stop them!"

Drusilla, Cordelia, and Angelus laughed slightly as they dutifully went to do as they were told, each of them grabbing some random person and biting into their nice and juicy necks.

"Buffy!" Willow yelled as she rushed into the library, hoping that the Slayer would be there. She had already called Buffy's house with no success on tracking down the Slayer. And covering up what emergency was going on was certainly difficult since Joyce Summers still was oblivious to her daughter's true calling in life.

"Giles! Buffy!" she yelled as she ventured further into the library.

The Watcher stepped out from his office, Buffy and Xander right behind him. "What is all the commotion about?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"

Willow nodded emphatically. "At the Bronze," she stated clearly. "Drusilla, Cordelia there already. Spike, Angelus come and badness ensues," she rambled out in one breath. "Causing trouble! Now!" she added as she flailed her arms about in her frustration.

"So Cordelia's been turned?" Giles asked.

Buffy nodded. "We were telling you that but you weren't listening!" she pouted as she crossed her arms across her thin chest. "This is what you get for not listening to your Slayer."

"I never said I didn't believe you, but I just find it unbelievable. I mean, Drusilla's insane and I can somewhat see what she might see in Cordelia. But Cordelia's perfectly straight and probably does not make a good vampire," Giles stated in his defense.

"Well, she's over at the Bronze being a vampire and we are unsure of how dangerous she is, but judging by the fact that she's with Drusilla, Angelus, and Spike I can guess that she doesn't completely suck at it!" Willow yelled with vexation behind her voice.

"Alright, alright Will," Buffy began. "I want you and Giles to gather some weapons and meet me at the Bronze," she commanded.

"And you will be what?" Giles asked.

Buffy pulled a stake off from the table and tucked it into the front of her shirt. "I have a stake with me," she began. "I'm going just to see what's going on. How many people are there and whatnot. If there's a lot of danger, I'll start fighting. You guys just get there," she said before rushing out of the Bronze.

Willow and Giles nodded as they rushed into Giles office and began pulling few weapons from the bottom drawers of his desk and tossing them into a small bag.

"Stakes, crosses, holy water," Willow called off as she inspected the bag's contents. "I think that's about everything."

Giles nodded as he slung the bag over his shoulder. "Off to the Bronze," he stated as he reached for his car keys.

"We're taking your car?" Willow asked dubiously. "It's ten times faster to walk with toddlers," she pointed out. "No offense."

Giles sighed, knowing that Willow was right. "Fair enough," he noted as the two of them left the library, leaving Xander behind.

Xander stood there in slight shock, wondering why he was not allowed to help save the world this time. There was nothing wrong with his fighting skills. Between Willow and him, he thought he might have a slight advantage given the fact that he still remembered how to load and use army equipment. He sighed, reaching for one of the fallen stakes that had been dropped in the rush and tucked it into his pocket. If worse comes to worst, he would always have that stake to rely on. He knew what it was he had to do.