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Chapter Six: The Patriarchal Head of the House
Angel woke up troubled. Really it was more serious than simply "troubled," but since he couldn't quite figure out the right word, he figured troubled would do. He had dreamed about Buffy. She was in trouble, and there was nothing he could do to fix things. Darla and Dru were headed to Sunnydale, he had seen it clearly in his mind. He knew that there would be a day when he would again come up against Buffy in battle, but he had never pictured it with him on the side of good. He had always been Angelus in his visions.
He got up and began to pack a small bag. He wouldn't be able to bring her back to life, but maybe with Willow's help he would be able to restore her soul. He just hoped that Buffy hadn't gotten to Willow yet. At the very least, he would protect Xander and the rest of the Scoobies. He just hoped he wasn't too late; a girl with vampire strength and slayer strength would be one very deadly girl. He picked up the phone, praying desperately that Doyle and Cordy would be willing to help him out on this one. Considering his relationship with Buffy, he really thought he was going to need all the moral support he could get.
As Buffy and Spike were walking along trying to find Willow, Buffy turned abruptly and stared.
"Angel," she said.
"Um, my name's not Angel, Pet." Spike said. "See, Angel is a complete Poof, while I am irresistible and charismatic. That's how I keep us straight."
"No, Spike. I just had a feeling. I've always been able to-I don't know how to put this- sense Angel when he's nearby and I just know he's on his way here."
"I know what you mean about being able to sense these things. It's like me and Dru, we had a connection like that. Ever since you and Red came to stay, though, I haven't sensed her at all."
"I wonder where Willow is. We've been out here looking for her for an hour and I'm getting hungry. What do you say we go to the Bronze and get a snack?"
"Yeah sounds like a bloody marvelous idea to me. Maybe we can get one of those fried onions shaped like flowers while we're at it."
The two walked along the dimly lit street in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Spike was worried about the level of attraction he was developing towards Buffy. He had always hated her, but had always been fascinated by her beauty at the same time. When willow had suggested turning Buffy, Spike had been very doubtful. He didn't think she'd be strong enough or that the three of them would get along. He had been worried that, even now that she was a vampire, Buffy would simply be out of his league.
Buffy, on the other hand, was clouded by thoughts of rage at Angel. He had always managed to ruin things for her. He was always breaking her heart when she was human, now he was coming to ruin her fun? This would never do. He could be so ookie sometimes. She looked over at Spike and smiled to herself. He was a man who knew how to have fun. He was more full of life than all the living guys she knew put together. She started walking closer to him.
"Spike, if Angel shows up around here and tries to ruin our plans. . .I swear I'll stake him so fast his head will spin."