Authors Note: So yes, this story addition is posting literally like 6 years after the first, but it was written at the same time and I figure why not post how the day might have played out following Angel and Buffy's night of loving.

The Night of Buffy's party, afterwards.

Sunnydale, High School. Late-night.

Jenny paged through a web article. She hoped to find something relevant to the Judge online via her contacts, but so far…nil. 'It's late, another half-hour and I'll head home.' She thought tiredly.

An older man walked into the classroom behind her, his eyes focused on the woman cleaning up and filing papers. With a thick Romanian accent he spoke, "Janna Kalderash." Jenny Calendar spun around, started to hear that name, especially by that voice.

"Uncle! You startled me." He ignored the statement, "You look well." He said stepping up to her desk. "Yes, I'm fine." She spoke while going around behind her desk, "I know I haven't written as much lately. I've been busy." She said hoping to convince him.

He was not convinced, "I cannot imagine what is so important to make you ignore your responsibility to your people." He countered angrily.

"Well, I've been working and..." she tried but was cut off.

"The elder woman has been reading signs. Something is different." He protested. Jenny shook her head, "Nothing has changed, Uncle. Angel still suffers." "The elder woman is never wrong. She says his pain is lessening. She can feel it." He replied. She looked down, wondering if she should speak or not, "There is..."

"There is what?" He demands. Looking up she says reluctantly, "A girl." Enyos's eyes widen in surprise and disgust. "What? How could you not tell us this has happened?"

"I promise you. Angel still suffers. And he makes amends for his evil crimes. He even saved my life." She pleads.

He shook his head, "So you just forget that he destroyed the most beloved daughter of your tribe?! That he *killed* every man, woman and child that touched her life?! Vengeance demands that his pain be as eternal as ours is! If this, this girl gives him even one *second* of happiness, it is one second too much!" he yelled.

Jenny shrank back in fear and embarrassment, "I'm sorry. I thought..."

He steps closer, threateningly, "You thought what?! You thought you are Jenny Calendar now?! You are still Janna, of the Kalderash people! A Gypsy! Your duty is to your people!"

She stood up straighter, forcing herself to be strong in front of her uncle, of her family heritage. "I know... Uncle. I know."

Enyos lecturing his foolish niece. "You know what it is, this thing called vengeance?"

Jenny was silent.

"To the modern man, vengeance is a verb, an idea. Payback. One thing for another. Like commerce. Not with us. Vengeance is a living thing. It passes through generations. It commands. It kills."

The techno-pagan shook her head, "You told me to watch Angel. You told me to keep him suffering. I tried. But there are other factors. There are terrible things happening here that we cannot control." She tried.

The older gypsy was getting angry, "We control nothing. We are not wizards, Janna. We merely play our part."

Jenny tried to use that, "Angel could be of help to us. I mean, he may be the only chance we have to stop the Judge."

Enyos didn't care, "That is not our concern."

She couldn't understand, "Why not?"

He tried to make her understand, "Angelus is meant to suffer, not to live as human. If the demon no longer suffers, then it is for you to remedy."

He points a finger at her, "Prove your loyalty. Your time for watching is past. The girl and him, it ends now! The demon must suffer for all eternity; do what you must to take her from him!"

Jenny looked concerned at what depths her uncle could mean, "What am I supposed to do, Uncle? I can't stop him from loving Buffy, and she loves him too. My hands are tied."

He nodded, "You are right, Janna. I hoped my coming would be unnecessary, but I realize now it was arranged to be so."

She was relieved to hear those words, "So…what? Is it over?"

A mad smile reached his lips, "Soon. The situation has brought a most favorable solution to light. The demon must suffer the same loss and suffering he inflicted upon our tribe. And for that to happen, you will have to kill this Buffy. Take her from him, as he took our young Kalderash from us."

He would not say her name, the favorite among their clan, no gypsy would. To speak the name of the dead is to invoke the possibility of drawing them back to earth, for the possibility to create a ghost, and none of his clan would dare that.

Jenny stood up, horrified at the words that came from her uncle's lips, "What? Uncle, this isn't justice, this is insanity! It's murder! She's a Slayer! I can't kill her! The world needs her! People are going to die without her!"

Enyos shrugged, "Perhaps, but another will be called to replace her. Understand Janna, It is not justice we serve. It is vengeance."

She realized he was insane, exhaling she grabbed her coat and bag, "You're a fool. You're all fools. I won't help you in this, family or not, I won't let you do this."

Her uncle just watched her go and shakes his head. "You may be right" he whispers to the empty room, "But vengeance must be served, no matter the cost." He let a single tear fall for his lost niece.

Once out of the room, she sliped into the facility bathroom and locked the door. The dark haired, dark eyed young woman looking in the mirror did not see Janna Kalderash staring back at her, no, she saw Jenny Calendar. She saw the computer teacher at Sunnydale high by day and the magically inclined techno-pagan by night. She saw a young woman that was falling in love with a bright older British librarian.

However hard she looked, she still did not see the Gypsy decedent of a girl murdered by Angelus in 1898. 'What can I do? I can't let my uncle, my family, kill Buffy. I need to warn her. They need to know what's going on. Angel needs to know.' She put on her resolve-face and headed out the door.

She made it only a few steps before her uncle's hands grabbed her from behind, "Ja Develehi! Az Develehi!" His voice whispered mounefully in her ear. Go with God! Stay with God!

That said, he snapped her neck.

He caught her body and lifted it into his arms, shedding one last single tear for his traitorous niece. "Ja Develeskey! Az Develeskey! Heri Devlis" Go, for God's sake! Stay, for God's sake! By God!

Soon after, Enyos placed the body on the couch of her apartment, as he walked out her door; he let a match fall, the resulting fire consuming her corpse and all her possessions.

"Ja Develehi!" he whispered again, then melted into the night, he had another job to do.

…

Back to the following morning.

Buffy opened the front door to 1630 Revello Drive and walked inside, headed up the stairs for her bedroom and the magical technology that was the shower.

'Mom will be at the Gallery by now, so I should be safe from the 'Mom talk' until tonight.'

"Buffy? Is that you honey?" her mother's voice called from the kitchen.

'Or not.' She froze half-way up the stairs.

She cringed, wishing she had been quieter on the way in, but it was too late now.

"Yeah mom, it's me." She said, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

"So, did you have fun last night?" her mother's voice rifted from the kitchen.

"Uhh…Fun?" she panicked, thinking her mother knew she spent the night with Angel.

"At Willow's." Joyce clarified while putting on her earrings.

"Yeah." Buffy agreed dreamily, smiling when she thought of Angel's hands on her… 'Oh god not in front of my mother!' "Yeah, I had fun…fun at Willow's. You know, she's a…ahh… fun machine." She covered.

"You hungry?" Joyce asked her daughter. She was a mother, that was her first and forth most job after all.

"No. We ate, I-I'm, uh, just gonna go take a shower." She was still full of the best pancakes ever.

"Ok, well if you hurry, I'll run you to school. You're going to be late otherwise."

"Right, can't have that." she said half hazardly under her breath.

"What was that?" Joyce asked.

"Be ready stat!" Buffy 'repeated' as she turned to run up the stairs and out of the line of fire.

"Buffy?"

'Not fast enough' she tuned to look at her mother.

"Is something wrong?" Joyce asked, concerned that Buffy was acting…different?

'Wrong? So not wrong! Right! Life is great! I slept with my boyfriend last night!'

"No mom, nothing's wrong. I swear."

Joyce folded her arms and just looks up at her daughter, just standing there innocently, almost glowing. Joyce waved a hand and shook her head in dismissal. She turned and headed for the kitchen to finish her coffee and wait for Buffy to get ready. 'Teenagers.'

Buffy took the opportunity and escaped to the upstairs bathroom. She decided to skip the shower, not wanting to wash off the lingering feel of Angel's touch on her body. She settled for a quick rinse of her hair in the sink and pulled on some more appropriate clothes; which turned out to be a way too short black miniskirt, tall boots, a white camisole with a short black sweater. 'I bet this outfit will drive Angel crazy.' She thought excitedly.

She pulled her wet hair into a quick braid, sped on a little make-up, grabbed her book bag and ran downstairs. "Ok, changed and ready for learning." She said mock enthused to her frowning mother. "Please don't tell me you're leaving the house like that? I thought you were more sensible than that, you look like a-a…a word I'm not saying in front of my daughter." Joyce lectured as she took in her only child's poor taste in lack-of apparel.

The Slayer shrugged, "Well I could go change but then I'd be late…" Joyce shook her head, "Get in the car, we'll discuss this on the way." Buffy pouted, 'Yay…can't wait.'

…

As she walked into the school the bell for first period sounded. 'Oh well, how important is homeroom really?' She meandered through the hall, figured she'd skip right to the library and update Giles instead. 'Homeroom….possible end of existence…hmmm…what to choose?'

"And where do you think you're going Miss. Summers" a voice behind her sent a wave of loathing thought her entire system. She spun around and was instantly forced to bear Principal Snider's rat-like features and not so fresh breath.

"Arriving late and skipping class? Not to mention dress code violations. I could have you in detention for a week young lady." He boasted self importantly.

Buffy held up her hands, "I wasn't skipping, honest. I was just…umm…going to the library to…return an overdue book. You know how librarians get with overdue books…rabid like dogs I've heard." She rambled.

Snider gave her an 'unconvinced, I know you're lying' stare. He would have continued but thankfully another student walked into the hall. "You! Just where do you think you're going mister! What is this? Disney world! Everyone has an all access pass to unlimited free rides!" Buffy, granted a second of reprieve unfortunately at another student's expense, did a very unslayery thing, she took off.

She snuck into class, since Snyder blocked the hall towards the library, and her body went dutifully through the motions of school. Her mind, on the other hand, was totally on Angel. Well the Judge and all that apocalyptic stuff too…but Angel was a hard distraction to ignore. When lunch time finally rolled around, she skipped and breezed into the library.

"Oh Buffy, thank goodness you're alright." Giles said the second he saw her, relief flooding him as put down the dusty volume he had been reading. "When you failed to check in last night, I'm embarrassed to say we feared the worst." Buffy dropped her bag on the table, slid out a chair and plopped into it. She leaned back and put her feet up on the table, "Ahh…no. Sorry. Angel and I…we umm…sorta got caught."

At Giles's wide eyes and stiffen posture she waved her hands, "Nothing bad happened. Well…we did happen to notice the Judge is no assembly required. But he's not at 100% yet, we still have a chance to cut him back down to little bits. Unfortunately we kinda had to do the fleeing thing and hide for the night." She explained.

Giles relaxed, not much, but some knowing she wasn't injured. "Yes well that is unfortunate. I better continue researching. From what I do know, the Judge sees humanity. He has the ability to reduce us to charcoal with a look." Buffy nodded, "Yeah, I kicked him and it was like a sudden fever. If Angel hadn't…" she trailed not needing or wanting to finish that statement. Giles grimaced, "Yes, well let's not dwell on that. You should get something to eat. We will reconvene after school, yes?" Buffy nodded, "Sure thing." She said and slipped out of her seat, intending to grab a bite before lunch ended.

She paused then turned to her watcher, "Giles, have you seen Willow or Xander lately? I have history with them and I just realized they weren't there…Giles why are you suddenly three shades lighter than you were?" An awful feeling rushed up her spine. "Ahh, well. Oh my." He paced, "I didn't think they would actually go…" He said to himself. "Go where?" she demanded. "What?" He asked, "Oh yes. Xander was concerned when you didn't check in this morning. He said we should go rescue you from the factory, Willow agreed. Honestly Buffy, I had no idea he would actually go…" He looked up but she was gone.

…

"Ok, I think it's clear now." Xander whispered as he inched from his hiding place, his legs were stiff from hiding for the last two hours and he was sad to admit he would rather have been in school. 'At least there aren't vampires in the school…usually.'

They would have made it to the factory by 7:20am had Snyder not caught them sneaking off, so they hadn't been able to ditch school until nearly 10am.

"Are you sure?" Willow asked poking a red-head out from behind the large crate. She was just as tired of hiding.

"Not as much as I was a moment ago." He replied dishearten.

"Why?" she asked, looking up she found out. "Oh." She whispered.

Spike grinned as he looked down at them from his wheelchair, "Oh goody, and more party crashers. Care to join us for a bite?" He grinned, fangs revealing as he smiled the last words.

…

Buffy raced down the street, suddenly cursing her idea to wear a short skirt today. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' Some of the self hatred was also for not looking in on the gang sooner, for not letting them know she was alright and not to come looking.

'If they die…I'll never forgive myself…'

She halted her run and slipped up to a dusty window and peered in. Her insides crushed together when she saw Xander and Willow, bound together and sitting on a crate. Drusilla slowly circling them.

'Crap! What do I do?' she looked around and got the only idea she could think of.

…

To say Xander was afraid was a gross understatement. He was absolutely terrified. He was also really bummed, 'Not only did my 'rescue mission' not rescue Buffy, but I dually got myself and my best-friend killed, not the result I had hoped for when I first thought of this plan.' Drusilla was singing, some awful melody about a lamb and mulberries. He wasn't listening, his own heartbeat was blocking out the sound.

Willow shivered, not from cold, but horror. 'Eaten…I'm going to be eaten….I don't want to be eaten. Being eaten is not the way I want to die…not that I can think of a better way…all ways of dying are kinda, ick.' She looked at her captors and gulped.

Spike stalked forwards, somehow managing it from his wheelchair, "So, who wants to die first? Which do you want, Pet? I'd prefer the bird myself; think the geek'll give me indigestion."

Drusilla smiled, at something only she could see, "Oh how pretty. Look at how the light dances, sways and jumps with the colors." She swayed to silent music.

Spike shrugs, "Alrightly then, I'll take red." He wheeled forwards and grabbed Willow. She yelped and tried to get away, but she was tied to Xander, who was struggling in vein to protect her. "Don't touch her you Billy Idol wannabe freak." He yelled. Spike vamped, "Change of plans, I'll just kill you both!"

A loud bang was heard, directly followed by glass shattering and sunlight flooding into the factory. Spike screamed as a ray showered him in a deadly glow. Drusilla screamed in rage and pain as light struck her, but she managed to flee into the shadows. "My Spike!" she wailed from safety. Spike managed to flip over his chair, cowering behind its shadow as sunlight swamped the floor around him. "Bloody Hell!" he cried in pain and frustration.

"Why don't you go there?" Buffy said as she dropped down from the shattered window. She broke all the windows on that side of the warehouse, giving herself a huge advantage over her enemies; the vampires ones anyways, the judge…not so much.

Without wasting anytime, she had no idea where the Judge was or when he would show up, she ripped the ropes off her bound friends and pushed them towards the exit. "Run!" her shout left no room for argument. Xander and Willow ran.

She turned to run after them, but when Spike grabbed her foot, Buffy fell and was pulled against him. "Time to die slayer!" He said preparing to bite her. "Took the words right out of my mouth." She said as she punched him in the face and pulled a shard of broken window wood into her hand. A second later the make-shift stake was sticking out of Spike's chest. "Buggar." He whispered, then exploded into dust. Drusilla screamed, "SPIKE!" Buffy picked up another shard and was prepared to throw it, but there was no longer a target. 'Damn.'

A second later Buffy was high-tailing it back to school, scolding Xander and Willow as they went.

…

The sun was directly overhead, it was high noon and Angel was sound asleep. He had a peaceful expression on his pleasant features as he dozed.

He'd stayed awake for hours, daydreaming of Buffy and the love they had shared. After spending the morning walking on cloud nine, the exhaustion of being awake virtually for two days finally got to him. The night he spent with Buffy didn't really include a whole lot of actual restful sleep, not that he would have changed that for the world. Also relevant, he wanted to rest up for a possible fight to the death with the Judge.

He had been dreaming, of a certain blond Slayer, when a stab of pain jarred him to full consciousness. He sat up and clutched his chest, feeling a stab like a stake pierce his heart. He had felt this pain before; most recently when he sacrificed Darla, his sire, to save Buffy's life. 'One of my family, someone close, has been killed.' He couldn't help but wonder if Buffy was involved. It gave him peace of mind if the vampire was dead, it must mean the Slayer wasn't. However it could have nothing to do with her, another member of his line could have perished from an outside sources. 'Was it Drusilla, or Spike? Maybe Penn? Lawson? How many of my sired still live? How many did Darla sire before me? After me? Would I feel them die too?'

The pain only lasted a moment, leading him to believe it wasn't a vampire directly sired by him; Spike came to mind as a likely candidate. 'Good riddance, boy had it coming.' He thought, almost sad he hadn't done him in himself years ago. 'I should have staked him as soon as Dru brought him home, or when he got us caught in the mine shaft.' He thought thinking back to 1880 when an angry mod trapped them and nearly killed them, at the newly vamped William's indiscretions.

A wave of anguish washed over him, not his own feelings, but that of the one he sired, Drusilla. Her emotions flooded his bond with her, her cries for her sire nearly intolerable. With a grim expression, Angel left his bed, and the wonderful smell of love still lingering to it behind and got dressed. After a few minutes, he grabbed a heavy wool blanket, carefully covered his exposed head and hands, and hurried out his door into the sunlight. After a short trip, he pulled open the nearest sewer hatch and dropped in. Once the darkness covered him, he dropped the blanket, satisfied he was only slightly smoldering, and headed in the direct his gut pointed him in.

…

Back in the library.

"Are you insane?" Buffy chastised for the tenth time at Xander. "Me, Slayer. You, not Slayer. That mean you don't go into vampire infested anything's without me!" She wasn't actually mad, well she was, but she was more horrified by what very nearly happened to two of her closest friends today because of her.

"Geez Buff, we know already, broken record much. I think you've been hanging out with Snyder too much, with all the yelling and pointing of fingers. I'm half expecting you to give us detention and threaten to call our parents." Xander sent back at the peeved slayer.

She was about to retort something she would possibly regret when Giles jumped between his raging slayer and her often simple friend. "Buffy, Xander, do please halt this purposeless assault at once." He asked with a touch of annoyance at having had to listen to them since they walked thought the doors of his library. "This is a library after all, perhaps a little quiet would be beneficial, yes?"

Willow looked up from the computer she had been typing on, searching for any possible news of the Judge or what Drusilla had planned. Nothing too unusual appeared in the 'Unusual Happenings' blogs she subscribed to or the Sunnydale police reports she had hacked into…again. She was glad Giles had finally intervened, she wanted to, but it was hard to interrupt a fight between your two best friends without taking sides. "Uhh, guys?" she called out, "Not to be the bearer of bad news, but…well…I've got nothing. As in, well, ahh…nothing"

Buffy was thankful to send her energies elsewhere, "Relax Will, with count peroxide nothing but dust and wheels, I'm guessing Drusilla will be too distraught to function for awhile. Besides, the Judge is still powering up, I think it's safe to say they won't be planning anything tonight."

Giles looked at her interested, "Did you just indicate you dusted Spike?" he asked hopeful. He knew what kind of risk the platinum vampire was, he'd read enough of the 'Whirlwind's' exploits and he'd read volumes on Willaim the Bloody to know with the exception of Angel, they all needed killing. With Darla gone, that left Spike and Drusilla, and if Spike was dead….

Buffy nodded, "Yup good and poofed, although now that I think about it, I kinda wish I'd savored it more, seemed too merciful a death for that psychopath. There should have been massive amounts of pain." She was still insanely mad at Spike for kidnapping, torching and nearly killing Angel in order to restore Drusilla's strength. 'That's what you get, Billy Idol reject, for touching my boyfriend.'

Giles put on his happy face. "Bravo indeed Buffy" then a look of concern flashed across his face. "Although I can't help but wonder how Angel will handle the news." He said almost to himself.

Anything Angel related automatically was picked up my Buffy's alert ears, "What do you mean? I would think he'd be happy. He wasn't a fan of Spike either."

The watcher nodded, "Yes, but when a vampire Sires another, a strong internal bond is created. When you killed Spike, it is quite possible Angel felt one of his 'family' if you will, pass on. Judging from his obvious pain at killing his sire Darla, this may be affected him whether he liked Spike or not. Since Drusilla was sired by Angel, he most likely can feel her pain as a result of her sired being killed."

Buffy's eyes darkened, "Oh. I-I should go see him, make sure he's ok." She stammered, suddenly afraid she had done something to hurt her lover.

Before she could do just that, the library doors swung open and a short little troll of a man strolled in as if he owned the place, however if you defined 'ownership' by rank, the principal was indeed the 'owner' of the entire school. "What is this?" principal Snyder demanded as he spotted the three youths and the librarian casually gathered and chatting as if on vacation, "This is not the time for video games!" He scolded looking at Willow as she surfed the net for info on the Judge. "And you!" He sneered looking at Xander sticking a candy bar in his mouth, "This isn't the cafe! Nor is it lunchtime! All of you, back to class immediately!" He yelled in his shrilly little voice, nearly oozing of self proclaimed, self importance. Buffy was heading out when Snyder caught her arm, "I'm keeping my eye on you Summers, this is strike two…you know what happens if I get to strike three?" He threatened. Buffy stared back at him a moment then countered, "Start cheering for the other team?" she deadpanned.

Snyder scrunched his face up in a tight snarl, "Get to class!" he practically yelled. She hurried out, not in fear, but mostly because she could smell the tuna fish sandwich he ate for lunch. 'Gag.'

Giles stepped forward to try and disarm the overly strict man, "Principal Snyder, I do apologies for not informing the other teachers that I needed…" He was cut off, "No Mr. Giles, those students are not to be 'hanging' in this room and skipping classes. With the exception of Miss. Rosenburg, their grade point averages together just barely pass."

He took a moment to adjust his tie then turned to the librarian, "However, I came down here for another matter altogether; seems our computer science department has an opening and I want you to fill in while we search for a replacement teacher.

Giles felt a sucker punch impact him stomach, "An opening? Has something happened to Jenny?" he asked, voice guarded but he felt the fear in the throat.

"Seemed Miss. Calendar had a bit of an accident at home." Snyder explained, seemingly more upset about having to replace her than about what actually happened to her, "They found her corpse cook to a crisp this morning, fire chief said a knocked over candle is the most likely suspect." He brushed off some invisible dirt, as to clean himself of this sad story, and dropped his normal scowl back in place, "Class is in 23 minutes, don't be late." With that said, he exited the library to find his next victim.

Giles stood stalk still, face pale and eyes wide. 'Corpse…fire…Jenny?' After a moment he felt his legs weaken and he grabbed the nearby table for support. 'No, no it can't be…not Jenny…' however as he thought about it, he realized he hadn't seen her today, not since Buffy's birthday party last night. 'She should have been here, I guess I just figured we hadn't crossed paths yet…' He made his way to the back entrance and glanced out the door, Jenny's car was in the same spot as last night. Exactly the same spot, as in it hadn't been driven home.

He shut the door and walked into his office, a moment after he was clutching the wastebasket, the contents of his stomach rushing past to remind him what he had last eaten.

After a stop at the lavatory to freshen up, he pushed the grief aside and headed for his class. He arrived 5 minutes early, explained the lesion plan for the day, watched the students work, and then stayed until the session ended.

On numb legs, he exited the school at 2:05pm when the bell rang, got into his car, and drove straight to Jenny's home…or what little remained of it.

…

"Giles!" Buffy called for the fifth time into the empty library. "Huh, where did he go? Some super sale on rare demony texts someplace?" Buffy asked Xander as they stood in the library. Their 'fight' from earlier not entirely forgotten, but no longer a main attraction. "Must be, I've never heard of the G-man bugging out at the sound of the bell, at least that's what Cordy said she saw."

The cheerleader had been on her way to the football stadium with the team to practice when the zoned out librarian breezed by her and got into his car. When Xander came to get her for the improve Scooby gang meeting, she turned him down, saying she needed to practice. More accurately she said, "Yeah, you little freaks have fun ruining your nails in those dusty spider traps Giles calls books, I've got a new routine to learn. So unless the world is about to end 'again', leave me out of it." As Xander was leaving she remembered to update him on Giles's wacky behavior.

"Huh, I dunno." Buffy sighed as she jumped up to sit on the table, swinging her legs in indecision. She wanted to find out what was up with Giles, but she also wanted to see Angel. She didn't get the chance to decide because Willow, who had resumed searching for Judge related activity, let out a shrieked sob. "Oh no! Oh this can't be right, this has to be…be some kind of joke…a very sick and unfunny joke. She can't be…oh!" Willow cried. Buffy and Xander were beside her in an instant, "Will? What's wrong? What…" Buffy spotted the news paper clipping posted on the computer screen, the one describing Jenny's death, "Happened…" she finished, not even noticing. Xander peered over the two girl's shoulders, "What? What's up? Hey isn't that…Miss. Calendar?" he trailed, his eyes registering the word, deceased.

The three read and re-read the article, neither of them wanting to believe one of their own was gone. Tears flowed freely from all of them. "Well I guess we know where Giles went. Aww man…poor Giles. He totally had the hots for Miss. Calendar." Xander talked, more as a distraction than having anything relevant to say. He stopped nervously blabbing when Buffy sent him a 'shut-it' glare, her eyes shimmering from tears of sorrow.

The three went to Jenny's address, the streets were clear of emergency vehicles, had been for hours, and only one car sat out front. Giles' grey 1963 Citroen DS.

"Giles?" Buffy called as she walked up to the car, his window was open but he was staring off into space. Xander and Willow stood a little ways back, giving the two space to talk.

Buffy got into his car and sat beside him, putting a hand over his.

He finally looked up at her, "I didn't really know her yet, but I felt…I felt like I could have. Like we were…like we had potential?" He asked, not really sure himself. "I cared for her deeply, and I know she did me…I hoped one day maybe…maybe it could have been more."

She squeezed his hand, "I'm so sorry Giles, I guess sometimes…It just isn't meant to be."

He nodded; living on a Hellmouth taught him not to take life for granted. Death surrounded them everyday, but it didn't usually strike so close to home. It was never 'one of them' sort to speak, and now that it was…it made their reality ever so more real.

After a while Giles started the ancient car and drove the trio home, well he drove Willow and Xander home, he dropped Buffy off in front of Angel's apartment complex. He then when home to quietly reflect on the day and drown his sorrow in researching the Judge.

…

"Angel?" Buffy called into his apartment when she found his door slightly ajar. 'Angel never leaves this door unlocked…granted, who's going to steal from a vampire?' When she heard no response she pushed it open further and walked inside. "Oh!" she whispered in the room's horrible state of appearance. It made the destruction from her fight with Kendra look like a minor rearrangement.

Everything was broken or destroyed, from Angel's clothes and bed sheets to his drawings and artwork, to his furniture and appliances. 'Whoever did this, had a serious mad on for Angel.' She suddenly looked around frantically for a tell-tale dust pile, thankfully she found none. 'Ok, looks like Angel wasn't home at the time, that's about the only good news I've had today.'

She sat down on the broken remains of his bed, after moving the torn sheet aside and finding a spot where the springs weren't sticking out like sharp reaching fingers. "Where did you go Angel?" she asked the empty room, 'It's day…how far could you have gone?'

She glanced down at the ruined mattress, a frown sliding across her lips. 'This is where we first made love…'

…

Angel had walked for a few hours, the twisting tunnels beneath the surface not exactly running in a straight line and many times he needed to cross other tunnels to get to his destination.

Finally he found who he was looking for. Drusilla lay in the pool of murky water, her once pretty face blotchy and mascara streaked from crying. He felt her sorrow inside himself, he knew losing a sired was painful, and he had never lost one he had been so close to as Dru was to Spike.

He knelt beside her, "Dru?" he called, trying to gain the distraught vampires attention.

"The stars won't shine anymore. They've lost their light. It's like someone blew a breath and the candles went out." She said quietly.

He gently picked her up from the puddle and held her against him. "Hush now." He said holding her tight.

She looked up at him, madness shinning in her eyes. "Daddy, turn the lights back on, it's awfully dark and I can't see Ms. Edith."

He looked down at her, he knew that madness was caused by him, by his demon torturing an innocent young woman until her mind was forfeit. That he drove her crazy then set eternal life upon her, locking her away in a unending hell. She was his now, Spike and Darla were gone, he was the only one left to care for her.

"I will Dru, I will." He told her as he pulled a stake from his coat pocket. His dead heart clenching in agony, he soothed her hair with his free hand. "I'm so sorry Dru, I stole you from the light long ago…I'll send you back now. Do you want to go back?" he asked, almost hoping she said no and he wouldn't have to end her suffering.

Her eyes widened, a flash of sanity settled in her dark sockets. "Yes Daddy, I want to see the light again. All the colors, the pretty, pretty colors. I want to see them dance."

"You'll dance with them Dear, I know you will." He said thought a tight throat.

Before he lost his will, he quickly stuck the stake into her heart.

Drusilla went ridged for a moment, and then a smile brightened her face, "They are so bright." She whispered, and then her body crumpled to ashes. Her death left Angel alone in the tunnel, pain running thought him as his sire bond screamed in agony. His eyes squeezed tightly shut, a single tear dropped down his cheek. "Rest in peace Drusilla." He whispered, slowly drawing a cross in her ashes.

…

Buffy had been holding a torn sheet of paper, a drawing of her Angel had sketched. It was lying on the floor with a few dozen more drawings that had been ripped to pieces by whoever trashed the apartment. She bent to pick up another image when something made the hair on the back of her neck raise. She looked up and saw a shadow appear in the open doorway. "Angel?' she called, hoping her lover had returned.

The man walked into the room from the shadows of the entrance, he was tall, dark and defiantly not Angel. He was an older man, 50ish maybe, graying dark hair and mustache, dark eyes, and a matching dark expression. "Forgive me child, I was looking for some…one. But I can see I may have come too late."

He had an accent, one she couldn't place. German? Russian? She wasn't sure, but his words caught her attention. "Who are you looking for? What do you mean by too late?" she demanded.

He shook him head, "It does not concern you. You should return home, before your mother worries."

'Before my mother worries? What era is this guy from? He doesn't feel like a vamp, but my Slayer sense is tingling on this guy.'

She stood and walked towards him, "How did you know to come here? The owner doesn't exactly advertise." She asked cautiously, she wanted to know who this guy was and if he was looking for Angel, why.

"Angel gave me his address. I was to meet him and discuss with him a…problem. If he is not here…I fear he may not return again." He said disheartened.

Buffy's eyes widened, "What problem? Why wouldn't he come back? Who are you?" she demanded, anxious to know if her lover was in danger.

He shook his head, "Forgive me, my manors are lacking in my haste. I am Enyos. However this problem…there is nothing you could do child, this concerns forces that are powerful and rooted in things you could never imagine." He told her dismissively.

"I think you'll find I'm just the person to be talking to about that. Angel helps me fight powerful and unbelievable. Please, if he's in trouble you need to tell me everything."

Enyos raised a brow, "Angel spoke to me about a Slayer, he promised to introduce me to her."

She held out her hand to shake, "She is me, Buffy. Consider yourself introduced. Now back to the problem that needs dealing with."

"Ah, forgive me Slayer; I did not realize who you were." Enyos turned and indicated they walk, he continued, "As for the issue, there is a force, it is hunting Angel. It wishes to make him suffer a great deal."

She frowned at the idea, as she led the way from the apartment. They were in the corridor when she asked, "A force? What kind of force?"

Enyos slammed a fist into the back of her head, stunning her as she fell to the floor against the wall. Before she could rise, he blew a powder into her face.

Without meaning to, she sucked in the fine mist, coughed and felt her senses failing. The last thing she heard before the darkness consumed her was Enyos voice replying, "Me."

Enyos was not a complex man.

"Angelus murdered our clans favorite daughter." He explained to the unconscious slayer at his feet, "stolen and killed in the night, her body posed in our camp as if she were sleeping. His punishment will be the same…his favorite found dead among his ruined possessions. Angelus will suffer…he must suffer." Enyos picked up the small blond and carried her to Angel's ruined bed, posing her as if she were sleeping. He whispered "Ja Develehi" as he slit her throat.

Buffy gasped, her body wanting to fight, needing to fight, but the drugs in her system held her still, she felt her body growing heavy, her heart beating slower with every passing second, her mind began to shut down as her life force bleed out. 'Angel…' she thought…it was her last thought.

Enyos was not proud of what he'd been forced to do, but he took satisfaction that the demon would suffer immensely for it. He pulled the ruined sheet up to cover her as if she had decided to take a nap. He turned and walked out, his task complete.

Angel's heart was heavy as he walked back to his home, both Spike and Drusilla's deaths stirring up painful emotions, whether he wanted them or not.

As he walked, he thought of Buffy, her beautiful smiling face, the wonderful scent of her small but powerful body, the silky smooth of her hair, those warm and loving eyes shinning at him.

He was so lost in thought he failed to notice his door was ajar. It wasn't until his foot crunched a broken fragment of his statue that he re-focused on the world around him. His ruined belongings didn't even register as the smell of blood assaulted his nose.

He turned towards his bed and saw a small form lying on it, a small blond form that didn't have a heartbeat.

"No." He whispered, knowing full well who's blood he smelled. He couldn't stop his leg from bringing him forward or his hand from drawing back the sheet.

As he looked down at the murdered form of his lover, he fell to the ground, his legs no long able to support him. Tears fell freely down his cheek as he pulled himself onto the bed, to cradle the love of his life to his chest. "No, oh god Buffy, no." He cried, rocking his precisions bundle.

He didn't move for hours? Days? He didn't know.

…

Slowly Angel stood, his lover tucked safely in his embrace as he walked out into the night.

…

Joyce heard the doorbell ring. 'That's odd, who would be visiting this time of night…" she wondered as she tightened the belt of her robe.

The man standing on her doorstep didn't even register in Joyce's mind; all she could see was her dead daughter in his arms.

"Buffy?" She spoke, voice high from shock. "Oh my god! Buffy!" She cried, pulling the body into her arms and collapsing as she rocked her only child's body to her chest.

Angel looked down at the grieving mother, knowing her pain was his fault.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Summers, I couldn't protect her…but I can avenge her." With that said, he vanished into the night.

Joyce never heard a word.

…

It took no time at all for Angel to track down Enyos.

As he stood outside his window, he felt a darkness stirring in him, a darkness he hadn't felt since before his soul was restored to him. He welcomed it.

Angel casually threw a bottle full of gasoline and a lit rag threw the window and watched in satisfaction as Enyos rushed about trying to put out the flame.

Angel tossed in another two. A few minutes later, he had what he needed.

The gypsy ran over the safety the doorstep provided and into the dangers of the night, he ran directly into Angel.

"Kalderash." Angel growled, his body so full of rage and pain.

Enyos eyes widened and he realized what had him around the throat.

"I can smell her on you, her blood is on your hands, it's in your hair, on your clothes." Angel raged, his grip on the old gypsy's throat tightening, painful but not lethal…he had plans for him and snapping his neck would be far too merciful.

"You must suffer Angelus" Enyos chocked out, "for what you did."

"And what have you done? In the name of a girl killed over two centuries ago, you murdered another! You're hands are as bloody as mine, but I didn't have a soul when I killed, you did…that makes you worse!"

Angel knocked out the man and carried him off. He had plans for him, plans that would have made Angelus cringe.

…

"Kill me." Enyos whispered two days later, he'd been asking that for almost two days now.

"Soon." Angel grinned, taking way too much joy in torturing the man who took Buffy from him.

…

When Enyos died, it wasn't because Angel killed him, the aging man had a heart attack. He died before Angel could turn him, to make his suffering eternal.

Angel dropped the limp body to the floor, Enyos's blood dripping from his fangs. At that moment he realized how much he missed the taste…on how much he wanted more.

His soul should have rebelled at the thought, but it didn't.

The love of his life was dead; he had no future, no joy to ever be had again.

His demon was furious, his soul was shattered, both demanded blood.

He didn't care anymore, the guilt and remorse he had felt for over 100 years redirected into hate and vengeance. "Those gypsies think they know vengeance…I'll they don't know anything...I'll show then the meaning of vengeance."

As soon as the sun set, he vanished into the night, to board a ship and seek the blood of those that cursed him.

…

The End

Buffy dies, Angel goes evil again with his soul and without them, the Judge likely overtakes Sunnydale and kills humanity.

So maybe him losing his soul was the better option?