I'm back, this time a lot sooner. I apologize for spelling Angelus wrong in the previous chapter.

I do not own Buffy or any of the characters

(((What happened Last time) Just as they got into the Summer's house the phone began to ring. Buffy rushed to answer it before it stopped ringing. "Hello, this is Buffy… oh hey Cordy… what? No… you can't be serious." Buffy visibly paled and her eyes widened in fear. "Thanks for the warning… we'll keep our eyes out." She hung up the phone and faced the other three in the room. "Angelus is back." Then she fainted.)) Memories had flooded through Buffy's mind, all the horrible things Angelus had done last time he had taken over came back. With it came the fear and terror.

Luckily, Spike caught her before she hit the floor. "Wake up, Pet," he said, brushing her hair from her face.

"But… last time Angel lost his soul, it was after…." Willow blushed at what she was trying to say, "but Buffy has been here the entire time…" the witches confusion was defiantly apparent.

A moan came from Buffy as her brief unconsciousness left her. "You alright, luv?" Spike asked, a small hint of genuine concern laced in his voice.

"Hu- what?" Then Buffy realized she was in his arms. At first she slightly relaxed, but no. Wait. This was Spike. Bad Buffy. No relaxing in the arms of the evil undead. He may be undead… but was he really evil anymore? She shook the disturbing thoughts from her head. They raised questions she wasn't ready to answer, and with them might things she's not ready to realize. She slapped at Spike. "Let me go, blood breath." She pushed away from him and stood on her own.

For a second, genuine hurt covered his handsome features before he quickly covered it with disdain. "Fine. Suit yourself, Slayer. Next time I'll just let you land on your pretty little head." He then shoved his hands in the pockets of his duster and leaned against the closest wall.

Buffy shrugged off the slight feeling of guilt. 'he was only trying to help,' said the increasingly annoying voice in her head. "What should we do Giles?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well… should we go after Angel- …Angelus, or wait for him to play games with us again?"

"What makes you think he'll come here?"

Buffy just looked at him, not even bothering to answer.

Giles stuttered, realizing that of course he's going to come here. He'll come to get revenge one Buffy, who made him feel human, and probably the one who gave his soul back to him. As that realization hit him he quickly looked at Willow. Her face was really pale, and her fright apparent. She was probably thinking along the same.

Giles took off his glasses and rubbed them. "I'm going to contact Wesley, see if he know anything about Angel's transformation or his whereabouts."

"Oh, I'm sorry Giles. I should've thought to ask about that," Buffy said, handing him the phone.

"It's alright,"

As Giles made the call, Buffy suddenly noticed how wigged out Willow was. "Hey, you ok Wills?"

"No, at least, I won't be. Buffy, Angelus killed my fish and tried to eat me just for being your friend… What is he gonna do now, when he knows I'm the one who restored his soul and ruined hi fun last time he was in town"

Buffy put her arms around her friend, "It's going to be ok."

"No it bloody well isn't."

"Spike!" She glared at him angrily"

"It's the bleeding truth, ducks."

Giles, who just got off the phone, joined the conversation. "I believe Spike's right, Buffy, as much as it pains me to say it. Angelus almost won last time, this time he'll be ready for you… and there will be no portal this time…" 'This time he won't come back', although it wasn't said, everyone knew that

After a pause of silence, Willow spoke up. "um…. Not that I want to burs anyone's bubble or anything… but why are we talking about killing him when we still have a chance of returning his soul?"

"Well, if the bleeding poof is going to keep losing his soul I think we bloody well just stake the bugger." He glanced at Buffy to see how she would react at what he said. The reaction he got wasn't what he expected. He expected her to be mad, to yell at him and tell him to shut up. The reaction she did have, however, was sadness. She just looked at him, pretty much on the verge of tears. Not just from his comment, but from everything else added to that. He almost felt guilty for saying it, but it was true… that's probably why she didn't get mad, because she knows it too. For some reason that seemed to make him feel worse. 'Wait… I'm feelin' bad for hurtin' the Slayer's feelin's … what sort of soulless big bad am I? …but that just it ain't it. I'm no big bad.' Then he shook of his melancholy and spoke, "but I guess your right, Red. It'd defiantly be better to try to get the poof back than fight 'im.

In a couple of minutes they got to the shop, which they found a mess. "Oh my God," Buffy murmured. "Dawn! Dawn where are you!" As she ran to look in the office, a minion came out; we'll call him Bob, and punched her in the face. "Slayer!" Then he kicked her in the stomach.

"Let me guess," Buffy said, getting to her feet, "Angel sent you."

"Angelus, Slayer," Bob threw another punch, but it went wide, "and he says you ain't gonna be doin' no magik on him" He punched her in the chest, in her left collarbone. " 'Specially if you want the kid back"

"Where's my sister, you piece of undead shit!" She kicked at his crotch but he caught her foot. There was a ferocious growl as Spike joined the fight. He grabbed Bob by his shirt and threw him against the wall. Then he grabbed him by the front of his shirt,

"Where's the Bit?" He shouted, in full game face. The rage coming from Spike almost made Bob cry for mercy, but of course, the Master wouldn't approve of that. Even if he wouldn't ever see her again anyway, he is not going to disappoint her. So instead of cringing, Bob's beaming smile met the furry of William the Bloody. "She's safe… for now anyway. Who knows when they're gonna get bored?"

"They! Who has my Bit? You better fuckin' tell me, you bloody piece of shit! Who has my Bit! Where the fuck is she?" He began banging Bob against the wall.

Then, Bob began to glow and odd orange color. "It's ok, Spike… I have him," Willow said, "he isn't getting away, and I defiantly have ways of making him tell us where Dawnie is." Spike glanced at Willow, and then punched Bob as hard as he could several times in the face. "Spike! We can't get info from him if he's unconscious." Spike reluctantly backed away from him.

After about half an hour of dealing with torture from the Wicca, Ripper, the Slayer, and, let's not forget, William the Blood, Bob was pretty much ready to talk. Angelus had Dawn at the old mansion, with his Master. His Master, he said, is the one who brought Angelus. However, no matter how much they tortured him, no matter how much pain he caused, he wouldn't tell them who his Master was.

Giles had just finished cleaning his glasses and returned them to their proper place. "Oh just dust the little bugger. I believe we've got all the information we're gonna get out of him."

"No matter what I tell you," Bob gasped through the pain, "My Master will be victorious. My Master will win!" Bob was gloating his Master's praises until his ashes finally settled on the floor of the Magik Box. Bob is no more.

Meanwhile, at the Mansion:

Angelus laughed, "Don't worry Dawnie," he said in mock comfort, "We're not going to hurt you… yet." He laughed as she cringed away from him. "No, we'll wait for your sister to come, then we'll do it in front of her!" He laughed as she begun to cry.

He turned from her and seen, standing in the doorway, his savior. He walked up and nuzzled the side of her face. "How…. Could I ever repay you?"

Dawn's eyes widened as she came into view.

The 'savior' growled at him playfully. "You just be a good Daddy, and we'll get our family back." Drusilla. She smiled evilly.

Well, that's it. I might be able to update again, but if I don't by the end of the week, don't' expect the next installment until Aug.