Title: Demons from the past

Rating:PG-13

Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!

Summary: My first real sequel, all others have been fakes, kind of an AU of S7 so a bit more original than most.

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Willow couldn't see him, but she knew he was there.

Just outside the light, just outside of her view.

But she felt him. It was interesting, she had gotten used to his presence so much that the sensations he brought no longer overwhelmed her. She knew it must be the same for Buffy.

Buffy.

The red head was sick and tired of feeling torn, or like she was betraying her best friend whenever she and Slice-n-Dice was in the same room. She wanted to tell her friend more than anything, to know that he was still there, alive, that she hadn't killed him.

Her own thoughts surprised her.

Was that the reason?

The little voice in the back of her head said so. She didn't want the blame of his death no longer on her shoulders, especially since he was alive and had been standing not ten feet away from Buffy. Willow had accepted the fact she had killed the vampire, and would have taken the blame without hesitation. But she hadn't killed him.

No you just sent him to a hell dimension for an eternity where he experienced immeasurable pain and suffering. Your lucky he didn't do to you what he did to Chamberlin.

It was that thought stopped her internal rant in it's tracks.

She never really realized what he could have done to her, and anything he did do would have been infinitesimal in comparison to what he had been through. And it was all her fault.

She would keep her promise.

She owed him that.

Drawing on all the courage she had she put her hand on the hotel doors. But before she could even push it open a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms. An all too familiar voice fill her ears.

"Hey Willow, how've you been?"

"MMMHmmfffrmmm"

"Aww I'm hurt. No hello, how are ya, nice to see you? If you're not careful I might start to think you're not happy to see me."

Normally she would be on the verge on either fainting or peeing her pants. But now she was doing her best to keep calm, it was hard because his hand was covering her mouth and nose. Her heart jumped when she felt his face shift against her neck.

"She knows doesn't she, why would she send you if she didn't know. It's going to be fun breaking her after I'm done here. I think using Dawn for a special displkjllkj…"

Angeluses grip suddenly released and she was pushed forward. Falling down she took in huge gulps of air.In the background she could faintly recognized the sound of flesh meeting concrete. She looked up just in time to see Angelus fly through the glass doors of the Hotel.

Stumbling forward she quickly stood and searched for him. But was met with only darkness. Hearing a commotion in the hotel she sadly turned away from the shadows she knew he was hiding. Something had happened. He wasn't usually like this.

Careful of the glass she opened the door and looked at the scene before her. There was a big bald black man was kneeling next to a unconscious angel. There was a mousy woman awkwardly holding what looked like a tranquilizer gun. In that moment a scrubby looking guy came rushing in carrying chains. It took a moment before she recognized him. Once it hit her, the witch's jaw hit the floor. The watcher was the first to notice her. He looked shocked for a minute.

"Willow?"

His voice had changed also, it seemed rougher, had a faint echo of pain. The bald man was obviously waiting for the chains, because when Angel started to twitch and move he jumped.

"Wes!"

It brought him out of his shocked state. They proceeded to chain him up. Once they were done Wes looked in the corner.

"Connor, you and Gunn carry him back into the cage."

She hadn't noticed the teen brooding in the corner. Immediately when she saw him she knew that he was angels son. The sneer was genetic. Who knew? The watcher approached her, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets.

"Hey Willow. What are you doing here?"

For a second there he sounded like the old Wesley. But the question brought back the situation.

"I was actually sent here to help. There's trouble coming here and with Angel out of commission Buffy thought we could help."

Wesley got that look of recognition in his eye.

"Of course. Send in the only living person to ever re-ensoul Angel."

Willow smiled again and nodded. The mousy woman then chose to walk up and introduce herself.

"Hi I'm Fred, you must be willow I've heard so much about you."

For such a small person she had a lot of energy. Wesleys pensive voice caught her attention.

"Willow. You said we."

The witch jumped a bit when she realized she hadn't told them about her travel buddy, it then hit her, how was she going to tell them about him.

Of course that solved itself when they heard steps coming in from behind them.

When they all turned he was just casually walking around, arms slightly swinging at the movement of his body. He didn't seem to be paying attention to them, looking at something on the second floor. He moved to one of the staircases and stopped.

Time sped back up to normal.

Wesley moved protectively in front of Fred. Connor and Gunn came up from the basement and noticed the demon. Connor immediately ran strait towards the demon. She didn't notice the axe on the floor but he picked it up without slowing down and raised it to strike.

Reacting she was about to shout for him to stop but it was too late.

There wasn't even a blur, his hand was instantly on the axe handle, holding it inches from his head. In another instant Connor was across the room smashing into a pillar with the axe skittering into the corner.

They all stood stunned.

Surprisingly Connor was still conscious and trying to get up. Fred automatically ran to help. The witch saw that Slice-n-Dice wasn't going to finish it, instead he just folded his arms and leaned against the opposite pillar. Her voice cut through the silence.

"Guys meet Slice-n-Dice, he's the other part of the 'we'."

She almost laughed at their expressions when he waved casually. She could see why they were shocked, the amount of power he had just shown gave him a serious dangerous air about him, and for him to wave hello, it just didn't seem possible.

"What is this."

Wesley and Willow looked at the source of the voice. Connor was holding his side and leaning heavily on the small woman at his side. He wasn't happy to say the least..

"He's with me."

His anger was turned to her.

"You brought that in here."

She could feel her temper rising.

"Hey, mister grumpy, he's here to help. But if you would rather face the big bad alone then that's fine with me. It doesn't matter to me whether or not your guts get all over the place."

"We don't need your help."

The arrogance and hate filled his voice. But his intense gaze faltered when he heard the footsteps again. Both Fred and Connor turned to look at the approaching demon. The figure in black stopped about a foot in front of the two. Fred was shivering but to her credit she stood her ground. Connor was warily looking at the demon who just a few minutes ago flung him like he was a doll.

The demon just stood there, his shadowed face staring straight through the angry young man before him. Connor was tense, waiting to strike, itching for a fight. But he was shocked when the demon in front of him merely turned to Gunn who was standing with Wesley and Willow.

"Is he downstairs?"

Gunn just nodded. At this he passed the two and went into the basement. Connor turned a little red from shame as everyone just stood shocked. The silence was brought to an end when a groggy voice brought her out of it.

"Hey what's going on in here. I'm trying to get some sleep. And all ya'll up in here bangin aro..." Faith stopped when she saw the scene before her.

"Hey Faith."

The slayer slowly walked down looking at the beat up Connor and the expressions on each of their faces.

"Hey red, mind tellin me what's going on?"

Connor answered before anyone else could.

"That witch brought a dangerous demon in here."

Faith noticed the angered look Willow gave him and then the look of vengence and hate in his eyes.

"That right red, didn't figure you to be running with that kind of crowd."

"We came here to help."

Connor scoffed.

"Some help."

He pushed away from Fred and limped up the stairs to Cordelias room. Fred then approached Faith.

"He saw the demon and attacked. But he didn't win."

Faith nodded.

"Bruised ego, I got it, so where is this guy?"

Gunn jumped in.

"He went downstairs, I guess to check on Angelus."

"Wait, Angelus is here."

Willow nodded sheepishly.

"He got, kinda thrown through the door while trying to eat ...kill me."

"And I'm guessing our new found Demon bud is to thank."

Willow nodded again. Faith folded her arms while she thought about the situation.

"Alright, as long as he's on our side I don't see a problem. I guess we got Angelus now all we need to find the soul and shove it back up his..."

She stopped when her slayer senses picked up the demons presence.

"I can help with that."

Hesitantly Faith turned towards him and responded.

"You know where it is?"

"No, but I can find it faster than anyone here."

Thinking for a moment.

"Alright."

Instantly his body dissolved into shadows and disappeared. Gunn was the first to speak.

"Okay that guy is majorly creepy."

There was a general agreement, Fred turned to Willow.

"Why do you call him Slice-n-Dice?"

Willow fidgeted for a moment trying to answer.

"I have a feeling that it's better left unsaid."

Willow looked at Faith silently thanking her for cutting in.

"So how ya been Wills, haven't seen you in ages."

"Oh you know, flayed a man alive and tried to destroy the world. The usual."

Faith looked at the witch appreciatively.

"Damn, I'm small cookies compared to you."

The words pulled at her heart but the Witch didn't rise to the bait. Wesley's voice interrupted their little battle of wills.

"Well I thinks it's time we got down to business shall we. Willow, Fred will help you with the spell. Lorne and I will get the supplies ready for when Mr. Slice and Dice reappears."

Willow and Faith were still looking at each other with different levels of disdain, but separated keeping their eyes on each other.

Cordelia was sitting at the round table in the center of the room, looking at the glowing jar in the middle of the table. None of them suspected a thing. They had come close a few times, but she had managed to keep them all in the dark. She smiled, with Angel out of the way no one could stop her from bringing it into this world.

"Pretty little thing isn't it?"

She nearly leaped out of her seat.

"CONNOR!"

The demon laughed.

"He can't here you, and I don't think you want to have to explain that."

She nearly kicked herself, she wouldn't have been able to explain the fact she had Angels soul on the table.

"What do you want?"

Her voice was low and menacing, her power radiating through her words.

"Nothing much, just going to return that to it's owner."

Cordelia's was enraged, but wary, She could feel his power

"What makes you think I'll let you leave this room alive?"

The demon only laughed again.

"Oh come off it, you can't kill me anymore than I can kill you."

She believed it.

"You aren't taking it."

The amusment left the demons frame.

"Yes I am, you see I may not be able to kill you, but one word those people downstairs and your plan goes through the blender."

He began to walk around her, circling like a predator. For the first time since she arrive here she became nervous.

"Then why don't you tell and just take it then."

That stilled his prowl.

"Because I know how this plan of yours ends, I have seen it. And it must be this way, but one thing, whether or not I take it now, Angel will have his soul back."

Cordelias hands were clenched into tight fists. Seeing her fuming he nonchalantly walked towards the door taking the jar with him and disappearing into the shadows. The minute he was gone her fist went through the table.

Fred was in the office getting their copy of the soul spell with Willow when Slice-n-Dice appeared. His sudden appearance caused Fred to scream in surprise and startle Willow. Immediately Faith was at the door ready to fight. He ignored them and looked at Fred.

"Lose something."

He unceremoniously tossed the glowing jar to Fred who frantically tried to catch it without letting it fall. He didn't wait for anything and walked passed the slayer.

"Where was it?"

"In one of the rooms."

Gunn caught that part.

"Wait your telling me that we've been running around all over the place looking for that nightlight and it's been in the building the whole time!"

Faith ignored him.

"Which room." That stopped him and made his head look over his shoulder

"Don't know, I didn't walk in there, just arrived took it and went. Whoever had it though was very powerful and luckily not home at the time."

Running this over in her mind she shook her head.

"Look it doesn't matter right now, we got the thing, now lets get it back to it's owner."

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A/N: That was a really hard chapter to write. I don't know why but it was.

Maybe because I'm not used to the characters, or maybe because I have a large amount of disdain for the Angel character. Who Knows.

I'd like to thank a special reviewer for helping me out. Without her I might have ended the chapter early or gone completely insane. But thanks to the reviewer I'm just crazy.

Because this chapter was a difficult one to write it probably is not very good. So please review and tell me what you think and I'll stick to what I write best

BTVS FANFICTION BABAY! (think of Frank Kastanza's voice from Seinfeld.) (I didn't spell that right did I)