A/N Alright so this chapter is super short, but I felt the need to seperate it this way from the rest of the story.
Angel and Dawn rushed to Buffy's room when they heard her cry out their names. Angel was first, holding his once lover in his arms as Dawn filled the door way. "Buffy?"
She turned her head towards the vampire with a soul. Her eyes were large, a mix of emotions she hadn't felt since her 17th birthday. She whispered loudly, "It's Angelus."
He looked back at her and his eyes reflected her pain, but also they held the regret of ever having entered this woman's life.
Buffy walked into the room and smiled. Everyone in the room turned to look at her and a tinge of fear creeped into each one of them. Her body rippled and she morphed into a slightly taller brunette. "The birdies sing…" she grabbed her head as if in torment, "So loud….so loud...they cry warning to the little slayer…Warning….Warning….oh…" she moaned, "So loud."
Angelus followed behind her unafraid of the image of Drusilla, unafraid of The First, "Kill her. Make her suffer. She sent me to hell. She sent all of you to hell. It's her turn."
Drusilla (The First) leaned back against him, "Right you are, my lovely boy. Right you are."
Everyone in the room began to cackle, and then….they began to plan.