"What the hell!" Kelly woke up in her cage, staring at the metal bars.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Watch your language, young lady. Your parents wouldn't like it."

"I can swear a whole lot better than that, old man." The Master laughed, amused by the feisty human. He walked to the cage and peered inside. "Looks uncomfortable in there. Need a pillow?"

"No, but I'd like a stick to whip your ass with. Let me out!" The Master transformed into his demon form, watching for Kelly's reaction as he did. She showed none.

"Oh, I guess you're uglier than I thought."

"You talk something big with that mouth of yours. Watch it, I might suddenly want to starve you." Kelly suddenly reached out and grabbed the Master's shirt through the bars, but he quickly shirked away. "Don't worry, honey, Angel's coming to save you in his shining armor. But little will he know that he'd be losing a lot more than you when he does."

"It sickens me to hear you call me honey."

"Don't be such a smart-aleck. Enjoy your last moments of life." The Master grinned quickly, then disappeared from the room.

"Ugly dirt-bag," Kelly muttered under breath.

"So, Angelus, man, where have you been all these years?" Boris asked cheerfully.

"I'm not Angelus," Angel said under his breath, getting pissed.

"I can see that. Angelus was way more happy than you."

"That's because he didn't have a tortured soul," Angel said through gritted teeth. He wondered if he should just kick his ass or just torture him slowly.

"Ooh-kay...switching topics. Hey!"

"What!"

"Let's have a drink!" Angel growled and slammed Boris against the brick wall, his vampire face taking place. "I got a better idea...take me to Kelly!"

"Okay, okay, you win...sheesh, what a grouch!" They stopped at a sewer. Boris glanced around before lifting the top off and jumping in. Angle followed cautiously. The happy-go-lucky Boris skipped on ahead.

"Schoolgirl," Angel mumbled, following. Boris stopped suddenly, then took out a stone–which was glowing bright blue.

"Step closer, Angelu–Angel." Angel quirked his brow, taking a step towards Boris. "Now, you may feel a tearing sensation..." And soon enough, Angel did, after Boris quickly mumbled a few Latin words. The two were surrounded in bright blue before disappearing completely.

They appeared again, this time clearly on another dimension. Boris put a finger to his lips, signaling the quiet sign. Closing his eyes, he began to chant Latin phrases. Angel tried to keep up. The stone began to glow brighter and brighter as Boris continued. Again, Angel felt a tearing sensation and disappeared in a white flash, He reappeared in the same room as Kelly's cage was in. The Master quickly appeared out of nowhere just as Angel did.

"Hello, Angelus. I see that Boris have brought you here safely."

"What are we, having tea? Where is Kelly!" Angel demanded, then caught sight of the cage. Kelly gave a weak wave. A blue line encircled the cage.

"If I were you, Angelus, I would not step over that line."

"Let her go, and I won't kill you." The Master chuckled.

"Oh no, Angelus. I know you aren't the type of guy who expects someone like me to just hand her to you, are you?"

"OLD HAG!" Kelly yelled from her cage. The Master ignored her.

"No, no, no. You must give something in return, first." When Angel tried to grab the Master and throw him across the room, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. It was a wooden arrow shot from one of the Master's followers, which five of them stepped out of the dark in unison.

"You probably shouldn't do that. The next one will be filled with enough poison to knock you unconscious for quite a while." Angel grabbed the arrow and ripped it out angrily. The Master wrinkled his nose–if you can call it that–and shrank back. "Ew."

"What do you want?" The question was hard and plain. Kelly could tell from this point Angel would do anything to save her.

"Your soul." The Master smiled. "Then we'll release Kelly."

"You release her, then you can have my soul."

"ANGEL!" Kelly yelled at him, angry.

"No," the Master replied simply. Angel stared at the demon, trying to find some weakness, but he knew he was outsmarted. "What will it be?" That question repeated itself over and over in his head. It hung over his conscience like a dark rain cloud. What will it be?