Chapter 4
When he'd found a new shirt, Angel stumbled down the stairs and spotted Wesley and Spike in the lobby. "So any ideas?" he asked them, "how're we gonna beat the big bad?"
"Well not so much us as you," Wes told him.
"What do you mean?" Angel asked, puzzled.
"We need Angelus."
"As I recall you've said that once before and it didn't go well then either," Angel reminded him.
"This time it's different," Spike stepped in, "you've got me."
"We've got to stop her before something happens like last time," Wes told him. He was right. Last time Evelyn had turned up, Buffy had ended up dead. Angel would never forgive himself for letting that happen. For destroying Buffy's life; and Dawn's and technically Evie's life because she could barely live with herself.
"Okay," he said, "let's do it." He noticed Willow watching him from the other room. She just walked away. "But we're gonna need some help," he added.
Spike stood in the basement of the Hyperion Hotel, staring at the rather large cage in front of him. "Why exactly do you have a cage here?" he asked.
"That was for the last time we released Angelus," Wesley explained.
"Oh and how did that go?" Spike asked. Wes didn't answer. Angel went around checking the bars to make sure they were still strong enough to hold him. That is until they let him go. "How are we going to set Angelus on Evelyn without him killing us all on the way?" Willow asked.
"Well according to my books and what Angel has told me, Angelus is drawn to Evelyn wherever she is," Wes replied, removing his glasses and rubbing his nose.
"Well that's handy," Spike added, "and how does that work exactly?"
"Angelus and Evelyn have a connection. When that connection is most powerful, you should be able to return our souls together," Angel explained.
"And when might that be?" Spike asked inquisitively.
Angel shrugged. "When we're together."
Evelyn sat in the empty club and removed her boots. The right heel was covered in blood. Angel's. She licked the dried blood of the heel and grinned. But as fun as it was to mess around with Angel and his band of merry morons, she was beginning to get bored. She needed more power. And she knew where to get it. Putting her boots back on, she grabbed her car keys and ran out of the door. The black Ferrari was parked just outside the door. She liked to ride in style.
Angel stood in his cage and looked at the three people stood in front of him. Spike had a crossbow aimed straight at him and Willow held a book out in front of Wesley. There was a small glass orb sat on the table. This would hold Angel's soul when they removed it. Evie's would be gathered from the ether when Angel's was restored. "You ready?" Wes asked Angel. The vampire nodded and Spike readied himself with the crossbow. At this point, Angel zoned out. He wasn't much of a fan of this ritual. In fact he wasn't much of a fan of the people doing the ritual. Sometimes he wished he could just rip their throats out. Angelus grinned at the thought. "Well," said Willow, "I think it worked." Angelus' sadistic laugh rang through the rafters of the hotel.