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Spike had always hated when he was paired with Illyria. He was really glad he wasn't with her. He was outside some club. It looked the The Bronze from the outside.
Spike decided to go inside. Ask a few questions. The usual. He went inside. He was shocked to see it looked like The Bronze from the inside too. No one was inside that looked suspicious. Or looked like they could have Slayer strength. Then again Dana, the psychotic Slayer, didn't look like she had any power either. He abandoned his efforts and left the club.
As soon as Spike lit his cigarette, he felt an energy- a strong one. The energy made him light headed for only moments. I need this. I want this. I have to get it, Spike thought. It would make him better afterwards.
Gunn was staring to get annoyed with the Ancient One. Illyria just stood there; but as Fred. He wanted her to change back to her original form. It was too hard to look at someone you knew was dead. It was better to not see the person who died because you wanted to be someone that you weren't.
"Wanna go inside to stay out here?" Gunn asked. He personally did not want to stay outside. It was really cold. He could stand the elements that revolved around L.A. but this was different than the usual warm nights. It was almost abnormal.
"Being held within walls is torture. Worse than anything I've ever faced." Illyria said with a coldness that didn't seem natural when coming out of Fred.
Gunn saw a group of people loitering outside the club. They looked happy, too to know about the Slayer girl. Illyria began to walk in the opposite direction of the club.
"Yo. Where are you going?"
"You do not feel the power? Of course not, you are only a mere mortal. No power should belong to a mortal or even a half-breed like the one named Angel you work for. It is for someone older than this dimension. It is fitting for me and me alone." Illyria stared at Gunn and gave him a look of hatred.
"Then I should probably follow you to find this power. Maybe I can get Angel and Spike over there too in order to check it out."
Illyria didn't answer him and started to walk quickly farther away form the club. Gunn had to run in order to keep up with the Ancient One.
Angel was at the area he had assigned himself to: a club. He was walking back to his car. He was exhausted from the day and didn't have time for this. He looked up at the stars. Everyone who died that he cared about came flooding into his mind. Doyle. Cordelia. Fred. Wesley. He missed them all so much.
Tonight was weird. He felt a presence-a strong one. There was someone behind him. Angel spun around but no one was there. A wind started to pick up and he heard someone speak to him.
One of them will return.
He felt the presence move away. Angel decided to follow it, hoping to get the chance to find out which 'one of them' this voice was talking about.
