Previously: Now it was Buffy's turn to look upset. She must really like the other slayer's company.

We resumed our breakfast and afterwards, Dawn disappeared with Carly to see Candice, Buffy left to go to the shop and talk to the gang, and that left me all alone. Again.

Chapter 27

Angelina could hardly recognise herself in the mirror. Just a few hours ago she'd been in tracksuit pants and a t-shirt. Now she sat in a silver sequin dress, make up done and loose curls cascading down her back and shoulders.

Lorne did a good job.

They'd lazed around for a while, sorting clothes, watching boring television shows; where each of them would point out the flaws of each show, eaten lunch and then Lorne made her take a shower and sit down. He had work to do and he didn't know how long it would take to turn this girl into a starlette. He had been through various draws and cupboards the other day and had found that she did own a curling iron and a straightener, though he didn't know if she used them. He was though.

He plugged them in and turned them on as Angelina was getting dressed.

'You better try the dress on!' he called. 'I think it'll fit!'

A few moments later Angelina walked out of the bedroom. Lorne had to admit she looked good. Really good. The silver allowed you to see how pale she was, but it complemented her skin as well. He gave a whistle and she blushed. It was obvious she didn't dress up as much as she should.

He directed her to the kitchen table, where she was to sit until he was done with her. That was the rule and so, that's what she did.

He worked away with the straightener and curling iron, singing the whole time.

'Must be some weird demon thing' thought Angelina. It was weird to have someone actually doing something with her hair. It was long and unruly most of the time, but she didn't particularly care. She either couldn't be bothered and left it, or if it really pissed her off, tied it back. Now she was being attacked with hair styling spray and irons!

Lorne had worked away for a few hours, perfecting her hair; even the smallest out of place curl was frowned upon and redone, picking out eye shadows and lip-glosses that would help bring out her eyes/lips, etc. And then finally, he was done.

'Tah dah!' He cried triumphantly.

Angelina slowly rose, so she could go and see in the bathroom mirror. Lorne told her not to stuff it up by doing anything or he'd do something really bad. She was curious as to what the 'really bad' was, but didn't want to anger him; not after all that he had just done.

She made it to the mirror and stared. Who was this girl standing here? If she hadn't known what she looked like, she wouldn't have recognised the girl in the mirror. It was nearly impossible. The only clues were her eye colour and the shape of her nose.

Lorne had followed her in.

'Told you Barbie would have nothing on you'

'Wow' she breathed. It was all she could say. He had done a fantastic job. How had he been able to transform her into this? It was amazing.

Lorne pulled at a stray curl, making it bounce around when he released it. It bounced into a place he was happy with and he dropped his hand.

'Now, I know you like looking at yourself; god knows I do, but scoot so I can get dressed' Lorne turned her around and carefully directed her out of the bathroom. Probably a good thing too, Angelina wasn't going to move voluntarily.

'And don't do anything!' he called through the door as the shower water came on.

Angelina was still in shock over her appearance. If only the boys back home could see her now. They'd never believe she'd done it herself, or let another do it either. She waltzed over to the couch, as if in a dream and daintily sat down. She decided she better work on the lady like sitting; she dress was fairly short.

A while later, Lorne emerged, wearing a crisp white suit, with silver sequins down the sleeves and sides of his pants. He was also holding a pair of silver shoes. He was already wearing his, so Angelina guessed they were for her. He bent down and picked up her foot. She resisted the urge to kick him; hr feet were the only ticklish part of her. Lorne quickly slipped the shoes on and smiled.

'Now you're ready to enter my world'

'Oh what a joy that will be. Especially if I get to look like this all the time'

'Hey! No sarcasm, or you can stay here'

'Sorry' she mumbled.

Lorne held out his hand 'Ready?'

'As I'll ever be' she took his hand. The silver heels weren't too high; she could walk in them, unless she drank a fair bit. Angelina decided against drinking a lot. No doubt she'd need her balance, especially if attacked on the suspicion that she was a hooker. If that happened, she'd kill Lorne.

Together, they walked out the door, down the stairs and into the awaiting cab. Tonight was going to be interesting indeed.

Today was the day I decided to check out the sewers.

It was dark and dank down there, just what any foul demon would love, so I decided to bring a stake and a blade with me. Just in case, for you know, emergencies.

I wandered around for a while, occasionally listening to the sounds above my head, it helped me find out where I was. The more the sound, you could bet I was underneath a main road or restaurant or something like that. The less the noise, I was probably under a house or deserted part of the city.

Upon my wanders, I came across a vampire; A girl, no older than fourteen. She wasn't small, probably Dawn's height and had the lightest brown hair and eyes. She seemed upset about something, though that changed quickly when she sensed me.

'What do you want?' she snarled.

'Well that's no way to greet a friend'

she wasn't interested. She walked up to me casually and when she was close enough struck out and hit me with a hell of a lot of force. She had been around for a while.

'What do you want?' she asked again.

Dazed, I explained that I was just passing through; I was bored and thought that I would explore the sewers. She found this a reasonable excuse. She explained to me that she would have been shopping with her friends today if it hadn't been for some red headed vamp she had met the other night.

She had turned her and then left her to struggle home, only to realise she couldn't get inside. She had turned away in search of a place to stay, when the sun had come up and she was forced to hide here.

'So Red's not the nice type pet?' I asked.

She told me all about this 'Red'. The description seemed to fit Willow; blazing red hair, friendly smile, trustworthy eyes, etc. Willow wouldn't be so stupid as to get herself turned though would she? I would check on her as soon as I got home.

'She kept muttering about the moon and the stars too' the girl said.

Moon and stars? Where had I heard that before?

We talked for a little while longer, before I grew bored and staked her. Knew it would come in handy. She seemed welcome to it too, well after it was in her chest. The dust cleared and I continued on my way. Moon and stars?

I arrived home to find a Buffy making what smelled like burnt cookies. She seemed in a hurry and so I did my best to keep out of her way.

She piled the cookies onto a plate and placed them onto the kitchen table. I would have taken one if she hadn't slapped my hand away.

'Not until the others get here' She had said.

The others were coming here? What bloody for?

So, instead of eating cookies, I went and sulked on the couch. Buffy asked me to be reasonable and I answered that the only way that was going to happen would be if I got a cookie now. She rolled her eyes and shoved one into my mouth.

'Thanks ever so' I grumbled. I had half a cookie in crumbs all over my shirt. Still I ate what was left of it.

I was halfway through of what was left, when the 'others' arrived.