A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. They meant a lot. Sorry for the wait in update (it's all the SAT's fault, I promise.) Before I start, I am going to take time out to address some comments I've been getting regarding the Sarai-Buffy Bashing. In Sarai's teenage mind, Buffy is responsible for her father killing her mother, and therefore, there are deeply hostile feelings (which is sorta addressed in this chapter.) Also, back in 'It's A Slayer', Buffy had her kidnaped, and with Sarai's past history of being kidnaped, it hasn't settled well with her. So in her mind, it's all justifiable.
"Well, it looks like we haven't jumped in time," Ryan commented as he woke up. Sarai wasn't fast to agree.
"I...I don't know," she said. "Something happened. Something's different."
"What do you mean?"
"Not sure. But I just have this bad feeling, like the one I got right before our teacher math teacher gave us that pop quiz."
"Oh, no. You're not gonna puke again, are you?"
Sarai sat up and got into her infamous 'arguing mode'. "Okay, look, I've said it once and I'll say it again, shapes combined with letters, with an answer of a number, is completely unnatural. The three just don't belong together, and the fact that they are is fricken frightening!"
Ryan laughed until the some entered the living that stopped his laughter cold. "Oh, crap!" he then exclaimed, shocked.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Spike, the one who came into the room asked. Sarai turned around, thrilled at the sound of the voice, until she saw Spike was in a wheelchair, and his face was slightly bruised.
"Spike...my poor Spikey! What happened?" she asked, running over to him and hugging him. He eyed the 'stranger'.
"Ah...have we met?" he questioned.
"Not yet...but we will...it's all a very long story. But why are you hurt? Who did this to you? I want a name and an address."
"Stupid bloody slayer," Spike mumbled.
"Oh that's it...that is IT! That...that...wait a minute..." she ranted, cutting off her original statement once previous knowledge of Spike being in a wheelchair, and when/why he moved into the mansion finally reemerged in her head. She then ran out into the garden area. Ryan followed.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"He's here."
"Who?"
"Angelus...he's...here...he's here."
"Oh, okay, Sarai, let's leave then. We'll leave and go somewhere else until we get teleported again."
She shook her head. "No. I don't want to leave. I mean, I do want to leave, but I can't."
"Yes you can, come on."
"No, Ryan. I don't want to see him ever again, but I am sure as hell not going to run away."
"Sarai, you have a huge ego and massive guts, and no one enjoys that more than I do, but now is not the time for either of them," he argued.
"Sorry, but if I leave then he wins, he beats me, and my dad, well, you know, the non-psychotic version...okay the moderately non-psychotic version of him. But you should go."
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"I am not just going to leave you here with him. No way, no how."
"Ryan, you have too. Okay, you've never met Angelus, I have and trust me, it's not fun. Take my dads hatred of you, and amplify it times a trillion, no wait, a billion, cause you know, my dad really, really hates you, and that's Angelus."
Ryan nodded, "yes, and you're about to willing face him, so I am too."
"No you're not, you're leaving."
"Actually, no one's leaving," Angelus said, entering the shaded area of the garden.
Sarai tensed up for a moment, but soon relaxed. She was determined not to let him win. Unlike the last time she encountered Angelus, she now knew Angel very, very, very, well and so, that gave her great advantage in this situation. She knew what she had to do, and luckily, he made it easy. "Okay, let's get one thing straight here, you, sir, are old, very old. Far to old to be wearing leather pants! Its-its just...icky! I mean I wear them. So you sure can't!" she whined, as if that was the most horrible offense ever. Angelus was confused by her reaction to him. Her plan was working perfectly.
"I'm guessing you don't know who I am," Angelus began to say in an intimidating tone.
"Angelus. Vampire. Evil. Hairgel addict. Someone who shouldn't wear leather," Sarai interrupted, refusing to be intimidated. Ryan was catching on.
"Yeah, we know!" Ryan said, trying to help her out.
"Shut up, Ryan."
"Okay."
"Well, well, someone sure thinks they've done their homework," Angelus commented.
"I don't do homework! At least, not without excessive force!" she defended.
"If you know me as well as you're acting like it, then you should know that I am going to kill you both."
"That's the best you can do? Pfft." She smirked evily, matching Angelus' perfectly, "Spike is way scarier then you'll ever be."
"Damn right!" the all heard the British vampire yell from inside the mansion.
"Keep out of this roller boy!" Angelus yelled back, enraged at Sarai's comment. Yes, she had him right where she wanted him.
"Making fun of someone's medical condition? How very insecure teenager of you," Sarai taunted. "Face it, you know, deep down, that you like to prey on the weak, instead of throwing down and fighting like Spike does, is because of all your issues. You know, how your dad was all 'you'll never be anything' when you were human and crap, so when you became a vamp you made a name for yourself to prove him wrong. You slaughter, but you never go for people you could lose against, do you? It's why like with your ex-vampire layer...I mean slayer, you're just screwing with her head right? Because you're not confident enough to take her on one-on-one fighting, so you're fear of losing and rejection is keeping you from it. It's why you haven't made any attempts yet to get me closer to you so you can kill me. Cause you know, you know that I'm not afraid of you. You know, I know how to hurt you."
"Who the fuck are you!" Angelus demanded, hating this girl for exposing him the way she was, there was something else about out he hated. He couldn't describe it, but he hated it.
"To you? Well, the last time we met, according to you, I was 'a revolting, inconvenience and a result of a huge mistake,' but no hard feelings. I'm not exactly fond of you either."
"We've never met," Angelus pointed out.
"No, not exactly, see, I'm like from the future, and there, we've met. It was brief for like a week, but, we still met. Angel, however, I see every day."
Angelus snarled, "oh you're one of his people."
"Um, no, let's get that straight now he's one of my people...er...vampire. But you get the point."
"He's not real, you know."
"Yeah yeah, he's only something that was forced, a needed adaptation to survive with the soul, yadda, yadda, yadda. I've heard it before, okay? And it's bull. The only fake person I see is the one in front of me. You're the poser, Angelus, and you always will be. Angel, my father, he's real. You're just...pathetic. You're the adaptation."
"Oh you don't know just how wrong you are, little girl. Wait...father?"
"Long ass story. Anyhoo, I'm not wrong here. In fact, I don't think I've ever been more right. All this evil shit is your front so you can hide the fact that really, deep down, you're a big fat mellow dude. It explains Fluffles, and why you liked Spike's old poetry."
"Do not!" Angelus denied.
"Really?" Spike yelled again.
"Spike...poetry?" Ryan questioned.
"I'll explain later," Sarai replied.
"You better."
"It also explains why you were with Darla for as long as you were. I mean, if you were truly, truly evil, you wouldn't have cared enough about her to stay with her for so long," she went on to say.
Angelus shook his head. "Ah yes, Darla. Now there's a girl that knew to have a good time. Damn we could be having so much fun if she was around."
"You...you want her around?" Sarai questioned, letting a hint of vulnerability through.
"Well I wouldn't object. Darla took crap from no one. She got things done, handled her shit and did it well. Gave as good as she got. She didn't go around whining like another blonde I know."
"So...you prefer her over Buffy?" Sarai was almost on the verge of tears, but she tried to hold it together as best she could, "I mean, if it were up to you, if you had to pick between killing my- killing Darla or Buffy, you'd pick Buffy? You wouldn't hurt Darla?"
"Please. You can't compare the two. I can't believe that candyass Angel staked her."
"He's isn't a candyass! And she supposedly was like busting caps in people," Sarai froze in shock. That was the first time she's ever defended her father's choice, both to herself and to someone else. Of course, it was also the first time she ever spoke about it. "No, I mean, he's not a candyass. But that was a bad decision. I only said the defense because I defend him. It's what I do, when non-list people criticize's him. That's all! Got it? She didn't deserve to die...ever. She didn't. No matter what she did," she quickly said once she got herself together again, not allowing herself to think that her mother wasn't exactly the victim she's convinced herself she was. No. Not the sweet lady that came to visit her every now and then. She was the victim, not someone who once tried to take her from her daddy. She's her mother, a woman who willing gave up her life for her. She wasn't the villain.
"Yeah well, either way, she still was much better in the sack then Buffy will ever be, not as vanilla, you know?"
Sarai grew up in a hell dimension, having seen thing's of unspeakable horror. Living in LA, she still seen terrible things that most aren't even aware exist. At that very moment she was experiencing being sent into the past. And yet, she considered her whole entire life up until that point as being not nearly as bad as having to hear what Angelus just said. In her mind, it wasn't even close. "NO! IMAGES! BAD! EVIL!YOU'RE TRULY EVIL! EVILDADDY MOUTH! EVIL IMAGES! NO! MAKE THEM STOP!" she yelled, as she paced around, not realizing she was moving closer to Angelus. "Eeeeewww." After her last shriek, she threw up. All over Angelus' leather pants. Following that, she and Ryan literally disappeared...again.
TBC
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed Angelus. Up next, Sarai's stomach will take a good beating when she encounters mushy lovey-dovey can't-keep-their-lips-off-each-other Buffy/Angel (think 'Bad Eggs.') and also, she'll be exposed to the evil that is Principle Snyder. Or will he be exposed to the evil that is Sarai? There's only one way to find out; review and wait for more. :)