Williow's House

"Ashatia minas lanthian ton pris depingan jesk." Willow opens her eyes and smoke boils over the top of the pot and covers the table. After it subsides the once empty table was overflowing with food and candles. Willow smiles at her self and pulls Xander toward her. " See? Told ya I only needed a pot and some Sage."

Xander laughs and dances Willow around, "I guess it was only a matter of time before Fast food took a whole new meaning." He stops spinning her and looks at the table. " You know Will, you really didn't have to do all of this food, I mean, it's even a little much for me." Xander's stomach growls. They both look down at it and Willow gives him a sidelong glance.

" Sure, and if you won't eat this all then I'm Celin Dion."

Xander fake gasps, " What? You? No! It couldn't be! I knew this was going too good!" Willow gives him a playful shove and they both start laughing. After it subsides, Willow and Xander just smile at each other for a while, then he lowers his head and gives Willow the smallest of kisses on the lips. Willow smiles.

"You always tickle my mouth when you do that." She smiles even more. " I love it." They hold hands as they walk towards the table again, and separate till they are at opposites ends of the table. Willow gives Xander a loving smile," Dig in! well, not literally "dig in", because that's so piggish and rude, but I mean, eat!"

Xander just smiles and chuckles. I am the luckiest man alive. Then floats the food onto his plate.

The Sewers

Spike cautiously walks beside Angel, sensing his excitement, and immediately knows that something is up. What have I gotten myself into? " So peaches, where abouts are we going any way, because you know just how I LOVE to wander aimlessly through dank sewers. I'll admit it, I don't have a bloody clue where we are, and personally, this smell is going to take weeks to get rid of." Spike tries to draw Angel's attention." You haven't said a word till that rat, did it decide it was to much for you?" Spike tries again. He just gives up. " You know what Peaches, I'm just going to go back, I can wait till dusk to eat, besides, trying to cut back a little. You know what high blood sugar can do to me, woo! Remember back in 37 with that hippy? Awww man was that tripping! So, anyway, good of you to care, catch ya later." Spike starts to turn around, but a large hand comes down on his shoulder.

"What? And leave before your surprise? Trust me! You'll love it! I'll give you a hint if you want. It's from the past, and will become the present." Angel smiles and starts to pull Spike back in front of him. Spike lifts Angel's hand.

"No thanks lad, I'm alright till dusk, and trust me, there is more to it than just me. And besides, what kind of clue is that? Pathetic really. I'll be going then." Once again Spike turns around, but instead of one hand, two very hard ones practically push him down into the floor.

Angel wasn't smiling anymore. " I insist." and he spins Spike around and throws him in front of himself. " Still as stubborn as ever Spike. You really need to learn to play by the rules." Angel looks up and jumps up to push a trap door up with a loud bang. Then he comes back down and grabs Spike and throws him into the room upstairs. He lands on his arm breaking and dislocating it.

"AHHHH!YOU STUPID SOD!" Spike calls out in pain as Angel climbs himself up into the room as well.

He just smiles. "oops." and walks to a pillar and leans against it.

Spike tries to get up with his good arm, fails, then tries again and puts himself into a sitting position. He leans against a pole and then leans forward, his good hand over his dislocated shoulder, then throws himself back and puts his shoulder back into place. " AHHH! YOU BLOODY PIECE OF HORSE SHI-"

" Hey now Spike, not in front of the lady." Angel coos as he slowly raises his hand toward the dark. Drusilla glides out to a stop in front of Spike.

"Awww, poor little bad dog, you needed a good smacking. Ooooooo, your head is screaming hateful things." Dru leans down and taps her fingers around his head. "I don't like what they're saying." Dru straightens up and walks toward Angel and drapes her arms on his shoulders. She rests her head on his shoulder blade. " They make me want to cry. Boo hoo hoo." She then moves her head so he could only see the little black curls over Angel's shoulder.

Spike is in shock. He is filled with Joy, then remorse, then anger, then realization, then fierce anger. " You bloody ponce. You lied to me, you said she was dead." Spike struggles to get up, the pain slashing through his arm. He leans his body against the pole as support.

Angle laughs. " Well technically I wasn't lying. She could fit into a dusting pan, until I was able to find her in the hell dimension."

Spike sighs." You wanted me to help you find the slayer. Well you found her didn't you? Now let me go. I have better things to do then to play bash the Spike, and catch up on old times." Spike pushes himself off and starts to head for the trap door when a head pops up from it.

Angel laughs at Spike's surprise. " What? Did you expect anything less?" He walks toward the trap door, shoving Spike back to where he was, and holds out a hand. " Darla wanted to say hello." She looks over at Spike and winks as Angel pulls her up. Drusilla is tapping her fingers up and down her arm.

"Your anger makes me shiver with anticipation. See all these little bumps? They're from you Spiky. It makes Mommy want to play a while." Dru looks over at Angel. " Can I?" She gives a little pouty face, and slowly sashés her way toward Angel. " Pretty please?" She looks over at Spike and does a little slow twirl as she walks toward him. " Mommy wants to play." Dru begins to crouch down to Spike when Angel lifts her up and looks at her very darkly.

"Not yet Dru. He needs to get the story first." Angel loosens his grip and puts a hand on her cheek to show he was sorry.

Dru claps and smiles " oooh I love stories!" She runs and jumps onto a pile of cushions.

"What did you ever see in her." Darla drawls out while walking up to Angel. " She's barley a child. You should of left her as ashes." Darla remarks offhandedly and walks past him.

Angel growls as his face changes quickly and grabs Darla to whip her around to face him. "She's worth much more than dust, dear Darla. You should thank me."

Darla returns the transformation with her own and growls back twice as loud. She tears her arm from his grip. "Yeah, Thanks for nothing. She's you little sex toy. That's all she ever was, that's all she'll ever be." Angel just smirks.

"You never seemed to complain." He changes back still smiling. Darla glares at him. " At least I'm not the most insane vampire on this damned Earth." Darla suddenly turns around to see Spike face to face with Dru.

She is not smiling anymore and she is just looking at Spike, her hand clutching his throat . " BAD DOG! You have no more love for me. We had such fun, but I Don't like you anymore either. Your spiteful, you ungrateful creature. The stars used to Sing for us. " She releases him and looks over at Angel. " I don't want to play anymore." She walks toward Angel and wraps her arms around his waist. She lays her head against his shoulder. " I want this to end now." Angel tightly holds Drusilla while glaring at Darla to dare her to make a sound.

"I don't know about you, but me too." Buffy calls from the catwalk up above. All four of the vampires look up in shock. Buffy is standing on the bar of the catwalks, her fists on her hips, in one hand holding a stake. She looks at Drusilla. "Hey Dru. Good to see your solid." Then she looks at Angel. Her mouth turns into a grim line. "And finally he has a name. Angel, it's been too long." Then she looks over at Darla. "Aha, now here's a new face." Buffy then Jumps down with a flip to hit the floor standing. She sticks out her and to Darla and gives her the best smile she had. " I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I'm supposed to kill you. And you are?"

Darla being confused puts her hand into Buffy's. She slowly says, " Darla."

Buffy then clamps her hand closed as tightly as she could around Darla's. "Nice to meet you." Then she pulls Darla toward her and twirls her into hitting Angel and Drusilla. They all fall down into a pile as Buffy rushes toward Spike and helps him up. " You good?" She asks.

Spike glances at her and nods as he makes his way toward the trap door, knowing when to take a cue. He falls easily down into the sewers and starts to run.

"You know Buffy, this whole cliché act of you showing up just in time is getting rather tiresome." Angel remarks as he gets up, pulling Drusilla with him. " You should find a new occupation."

Buffy just tilts her head. "Do you really think so? What would you suggest? How about a veterinarian, I'm very good at putting animals down." She kicks Drusilla down and does a spinning back punch into Angel's face. Suddenly Darla has Buffy's arms crushed against her back.

"I'm sure if you could be anything else it would have to be-" Buffy snaps her head back hitting Darla's, causing her to go unconscious. Buffy takes out a stake and starts toward Darla, but Angel grabs her arm and pulls her away from Darla and into Drusilla, who takes both of Buffy's wrists in one hand, and using the other to pull her head back exposing her neck. But she doesn't bite. She waits for Angel to help Darla up, and for both of them to come up to Buffy.

Angel smiles and looks at Darla." Told you so."

"Okay, so maybe she can be useful at times." Darla grumbles, rubbing her jaw and wiping away the blood from her nose.

I'm not going to end like this. The Buffy realizes something. Drusilla is slowly loosening her grip. Buffy stops struggling and looks at Drusilla from the corner of her eye. Her eyebrows furrow together. There's something in her face that's different. But… Buffy's eyes go wide. She's not going to let me die.

Drusilla's mouth turns into a frown, and her eyebrows also move together. "I…I can't kill her." Drusilla looks away from Angel.

Angel is in shock. "What? But…but she dusted you, and I went and found you. You have every responsibility to kill her." Angel whispers to Drusilla.

Dru pulls Buffy closer to her, away from Angel. Buffy is even more surprised. She's PROTECTING me?

"I…I can't let you hurt her." Dru barley whispers, not understanding what's happening. She looks up at Angel. " What…I don't see…I can't see…Angel….My little Angel…I'm so blind to myself. I…I don't know what I'm doing. I have these….feelings…Make them go, you can do that, make them leave." Drusilla is frantically looking at Angel. Finally, He realizes what is wrong.

He looks down. " Damn." He looks back up at Drusilla and gets angry. "DAMN IT!" He punches the wall with a thundering crack. His fist stuck in the wall, he tugs and slowly pulls it out, bloody and broken. " Leave." He says quietly, examining his fist. "And take your slayer with you." He turns his back to Drusilla and begins to walk to the opposite side of the factory. " I can't kill you, but maybe your feelings will." He stops and leans against a pole, his back still turned, embedded in the shadows.

Drusilla looks hurt by his words and lets Buffy go entirely. She looks directly at his back. "What am I?"

Angel glances over his shoulder. " I'm soulless, you're not."

Buffy gasps.