CHAPTER THREE

It had been almost a year sence he had been back in Sunnydale, but Angel was glad to be back. Not because he liked this town, it was mostly because of Buffy, and her friends. He really wanted to see her again, but he had a bigger mission to deal with first. Cordelia had a vision of a pack of demons in Sunnydale, one that was after Dawn. Cordelia couldn't tell who had sent them, or why but she could see Dawn and the pack of demons. Angel thought that was a good enough reason to come back. Protect Dawn, and see Buffy again.

Angel was walking through one of the many sewers of Sunnydale, he was no stranger to the sewers of Sunnydale. In fact he was no stranger to sewers in general. In almost any city, they were one of the safest ways for a vampire to get around during the day. Although he had a keenly honed sense of smell, he could avoid the stench altogether when necessary by choosing not to breath, today in the sewers? Definitely necessary. Even if vampires didn't need to really breath, Angel couldn't help but sniff the air every once in awhile, making sure nothing was following him, thankfully he didn't need to do that today.

His eyes were naturally dark-adjusted, so he could see as well here in the sewers as humans could see in bright daylight. Of course, not all of the tunnels were completely dark. In the upper levels emergency lights attached to the rounded walls trickled dim light onto the sewer floor at regular intervals. Occasional patches of sunlight, mostly indirect, filtered down from storm drains, grating, or manhole covers overhead to highlight the roots, leaves, and pools of standing water (or worse substances) that lent the brick and concrete passages such a festive air. As sewers went, this area wasn't bad. Fat metal pipes ran along the wide corridors, and there was only enough liquid on the floor to come halfway up Angel's shoes. All in all, this sewer was a lot better than the ones in Los Angeles. Angel finnally made it to the under ground enterance to the Magic Box.

I hope Buffy's here. He thought as he walked into the basement.

Angel saw a blond out of the corner of his eye, but he could tell it wasn't Buffy from the smell.

"Anya?" Angel said as he walked over to the figure.

Anya turned around, slightly startled. "Oh, Angel it's just you. Have you come to buy something?" Anya looked hopeful about that.

"Um..No. But I need to see Buffy Is she here?" Angel smelled of the air again, but all he could smell was sewer.

"No, but I think she and Dawn are coming later." Anya returned to stocking magic supplies.

"Good. Um...Anya, think you could call the other's, to get them all here after Dawn gets out of school?" Angel said as he headed for the stairs, leading up to the mane store room.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. I have many magical herbs and such that I need to sell today. But I can't seem to find the ones that sale the most, and I know I ordered them..." Anya's talk of sales traled off as Angel entered the uper level of the Magic Box.

He looked around for a moment before sitting down at the sales counter.

It's been a while sence I've been in here, last time I was here was when Spike had come back to town and kidnapped Willow and Xander... Angel's trip down memory lane was interupted by Anya.

"I wonder if I left them up here." Anya said as she went to look under the counter. "Ah-ha! Here they are!" Anya was now pleased that she had found her 'money makers' as she liked to call them.

"So Angel, what was that about calling the other's?" Anya was now taking her 'Money makers' and putting them on a shelf next to the door.

"Cordelia had a vision, and I need to tell Buffy something and I would like everyone to be here when I tell her. Dawn may be in trouble." Angel watched as Anya came back over and straightened some items on the shelf behind the sales counter.

"Again? I swear that girl is a trouble magnet." Anya said as she walked across the room to the fridge, picking up a box from the table on the way.

"She was kidnapped by that horrible singing demon Sweet just the week before last, then last week Dawn and Willow got attacked by a demon. And Willow crashed a car, and accidentally broke Dawn's arm.'' Anya said as she walked over to the fridge, picking up a box full some refridgable magic goods, and a carten of buttermilk from the table.

"A demon, What kind of demon?" Angel asked as he walked over to the table and sat down.

"Oh, just some Ghamick demon. They are summoned when to much dark magic is being used, Willow has become a magic junkie." Anya said as she put contaners of a pea-green liquid into the fridge.

"You can get addicted to magic?" Angel asked, flipping through a book.

"I can't, but Willow did." Anya picked up another contaner of something else that looked as discusting as what Angel had seen in the sewer.

"I didn't think that was possible. I mean, maybe I did, but I didn't think Willow would get addicted to magic." Angel continued to flip throught the book.

"There are a lot of things you can get addicted to in the supernatural world. You can even get addicted to the powder of a Mhacuho demon." Anya replaced the old milk in the fridge with the buttermilk. "So, how long are you going to be in Sunnydale, Angel?" Anya grabed another carten of buttermilk.

Angel shook his head. "I don't really know yet, just untill I'm sure everybody's safe." Angel looked back down at the book again.

Anya looked Angel over. For some reason, he looked much better this morning. Almost...rugged. Anya shook her head and looked at him again.

"Mmm... yummy." She slapped her hand over her mouth. Where on earth did that come from Anya? She asked herself. Angel eyed her curiously.

"What?" Angel asked, looking strangely at Anya.

"Mm yummy...buttermilk. Hehe." Anya grabed a glass off the counter next to her and pored a glass, and gulped it down.

"Anya, your a very strange girl. You know that right?" Angel said, looking back at the book.

Some of the buttermilk ran down the side of the glass, Anya licked the liquid off her fingers.

"Yes... but you do like me, right?" Anya put the milk back into the fridge.

Angel looked up from the book just in time to see Anya rip off her shirt.

TBC...

A/n: Ok, I hope you laughed as much reading that last part as I did writting it, ('cause if nobody finds the end of this chapter funny, I'm in need of humor) Chapter 4 is comming soon, please review!