Buffy fell onto her bed effortlessly. She was truly zonked. Controlling "happy" Angel was more taxing than she'd imagined.

"Angel?" She called throughout the mansion. "ANGEL?"

His familiar silhouette turned the corner and met her. "Hey."

"Are you okay? The chocolate was totally cursed. I robbed you of two valuable dollars." She muttered, gazing at her feet.

He walked closer and gently put his hand beneath her chin, lifting it up "Don't worry." He whispered. His eyes yellowed and his face distorted "I'm feeling the best I ever have, lover."

Within a few moments, they were fighting. A few moments more, she had immobilized him, kicking him in the groin, and chained him to a wall. She watched an unconscious Angelus, completely in tears.

She'd met up with Willow later.Her friend was alsogroggy. Willow had managed to wrestle both "Ripper" and Joyce into the book depository. She'd felt quite pleased with herself until she realized it would be awkward when they woke up. The handcuffs alone gave Willow the shivers and Buffy gag.

At lunch, Buffy tried to sleep, her eyes were heavy and she was feeling extremely low on energy. Willow, on the other hand, was very peppy.

"Buffy! C'mon! Wake up!"

"Buffy sleepy." She yawned.

"Willow sleepy too!" Willow cried. "States test next period!" She insisted.

"Scary. Oddly enough, I don't really care." Buffy shrugged, finally gaining enough strength to sit up.

"You'll do fine, but with the help of Mother Sugar. Candy?" Willow's eyes opened,producing several candy bars from her furry smiley face backpack.

"Ooh. Twix!" Buffy squealed and reached out to grab for it, but her face fell abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Xander stared. "Cocoa good." He smiled.

"No, cocoa bad. Plus, disturbing visuals of my mom and Giles." She shook violently, trying to calm her nerves.

"Starbursts?" Willow bunched her eyebrows.

"How 'bout… um, do you have a Twinkie in that magical bag of fun?" She asked, slowly.

"Totally!" Willow smiled. "Here's two!"

"Remember you have to eat it at maximum velocity." Xander spoke while crunching on some potato chips.

mmm, Twinkie, she thought to herself.

Buffy returned to the mansion, stake in hand just in case. She turned the corner and found Angel, in chains.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"Can you explain to me why I'm in shackles?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Let's see. Chocolate made Angel happy. Angel tried to kill Buffy. Buffy kicked Angel in a not-so-nice place. Angel wakes up in chains." She smiled, nervously.

"Sorry." He winced.

"I should be the one with the sorries." She kneeled next to him, "Ishould have known that no chocolate made in Sunnydale would be safe. I should've taken a stand."

"It wasn't your fault." He said softly.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I could have made the awesomest posters for striking with,glitter glue and stars and everything." She insisted.

"Somebody's behind this. Somebody smart." He sighed as she freedhimfrom the chains.

"Somebody evil?" She asked, hopefully. "I can kickEvil'sass." Buffy grinned.

"That was good. Went off without a hitch." He rubbed his hands together, antibacterial ointment in the cracks.

"Slayer was caring for her boyfriend. She never knew what was going on." His accomplice laughed in his bright blue suit.

"It ain't gonna be that easy next time, fellas. We can't impair the people around her every single time. This plan was clever, but we have to getsmarter or she'll figure us out. Even if she's not the brightest girl, Old Ripper's been 'round the bend."

Oh yeah. More fun. Evil vampirey, weird mayorey, old friendey fun. smiles evilly