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Chapter 12: For You

The United States of America. Man, it felt like so long since Buffy had been here. But here she was, in the plane, flying over some city, and it was amazing. It was still day outside, unfortunately, so the plane would have to land and then she'd have to stay in it until it was dark, but it was just a small price to pay.

She still wasn't in L.A. yet. Even with her gift of the drained body of Vi, Buffy wasn't done. They were Angel and Spike after all, there were two of them. Therefore, there would need to be two gifts.

At first, Buffy had considered possibly turning Vi, but decided against it. There was no way in hell she wanted another vampire around as powerful as her. So, she'd killed her.

Now she was flying over Cleveland, where another potential victim was lurking. If only the incompetent day would go away and night would fall, then Buffy would move along and get done with what needed to be done. Only once she had the victim would she be able to finally go to L.A. to Angel and Spike. She was so, so, so, so, so looking forward to it. There was a plan set in her mind that would literally change everything—had everything not been changed enough recently.

After a little while longer, the plane landed in a remote area far off from where Buffy's destination was. But that was okay. When night fell, she'd be able to run there and back in time. She decided to get some sleep while there were still a few hours of daytime left.

She fell asleep, and woke up again once it was night. The vampire pilot of the plane was going to wait in the plane until she came back.

Buffy ran faster than any vampire had run before, thanks to her vampire and Slayer speed. In about an hour, she was where she needed to be and hardly sweating. She searched around before just walking to the door. If news had already spread about Vi's disappearance, then the other Slayers may have been on the lookout. Thankfully she knew where she was because, as Buffy, she knew generally where all the Slayers were located.

So, what would be the plan of attack? Just walk up and knock on the door like she'd done with Vi? Well, it wasn't like she was going to get in any other way.

Buffy waited patiently at the door. She could hear a little bit of a commotion inside, and then running footsteps. In less than a minute, Rona was unlocking the door and throwing it open.

"Buffy," Rona spoke, clearly surprised. The tone of her voice told Buffy that she still had no idea about her new status. "I can't believe you're here!"

"Yeah, it was kind of sudden," Buffy told her.

"Well, what's up? I haven't heard of any pending apocalypses on the hellmouth or anythin'."

Just then, a phone inside of Rona's house rang. She glanced to where it was and then back at Buffy. "I gotta get that," she told Buffy and then rushed back into the house. Before she answered the phone, she looked over at Buffy, still standing outside. "What are you doing standing out there? Come inside." With that, she picked up the phone.

Buffy sauntered in like it was the most normal thing in the world. She took a look around the house with her eyes and ears. There was no one else but Rona.

"Oh, hey!" Rona answered her phone excitedly. "Yeah. Why? Is something going on?"

Buffy tuned in to the phone to hear who Rona was talking to.

"Listen, Rona, whatever you do, don't invite her in." Willow's voice on the other end. Buffy felt like laughing. Looks like they were trying to save the day.

Fast, as fast as she could move, Buffy ran to Rona, who wasn't very far away, and ripped the phone from her grip. She flung it across the room. It hit a wall and shattered. Oops. Connection lost.

Rona took a step back, looking at Buffy with a new fear in her eyes. "Buffy, what's going on? What did Willow want? Why…why'd she tell me not to invite you in?"

"Why do you think, you idiot," Buffy snickered. "Come on, you're a Slayer, figure it out." She watched the realization hit Rona's face. "That's right, that's right."

Like a natural born Slayer, always prepared, Rona brought a stake out of her back pocket. Somehow, this motion did nothing but make Buffy laugh. Did she really think she would be able to stake Buffy?

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Buffy taunted.

Willow looked at the phone in her hands worriedly. Suddenly she and Rona had just been disconnected. She tried to call back, but nothing was happening. Oh no, oh no. This was bad. Really, really bad.

She, Xander, Oz, and Dawn were in a little shop, using the phone. They weren't sure where they were going to go after their split up with Giles, so Willow decided they should stop and make a few phone calls to a few important Slayers who could get the word out about Buffy, just to be safe. At the death of Shannon, they couldn't risk any other deaths. Unfortunately, Faith and Kennedy hadn't answered (they didn't know that Faith, Kennedy, and Wesley were headed to England) and Vi didn't answer. Rona was the only one to answer so far.

"Rona. Have you seen Buffy?" Willow asked immediately, not wasting time with pleasantries. Willow hadn't expected Rona to say that yeah, she had seen Buffy, so she wasn't sure why she asked the question. They still thought Buffy was in England. Apparently not.

Before Willow could say much else, the phone was disconnected. She turned to everyone else, her face one of shock.

"Willow," Oz spoke quietly, worriedly.

"Buffy's in Cleveland."

"What?" Xander frowned. "Will she be coming back?"

"I-I don't know. I don't even know why she's there, Xander. But she's with Rona."

They all knew what that meant. Rona would be lucky if she came out of this alive. Dawn's jaw clenched in anger. Gosh, what was Buffy doing? What could they do to save her?

"Why is she in the US anyway?" Oz asked the important question.

"Angel and Spike," Xander stated immediately, and Willow realized that he was right. Why she was in Cleveland was a mystery, but surely enough she'd be making her way to L.A. sometime in the near future.

They had to warn Angel and Spike. But it was different; nobody knew the phone numbers to their offices at Wolfram & Hart. Still. Willow picked up the phone and called a directory which would lead her to the Wolfram & Hart offices in L.A. A woman with a cheery voice answered the phone with an upbeat: "How can I help you?"

"I need to speak with Angel right now," Willow said frantically.

"Angel?" the woman echoed.

"Yeah, the vampire with a soul. Please, it's a real emergency."

"I'll transfer your call to his assistant."

Willow didn't have time to argue. The phone went to some hold music. Luckily, a different woman picked up though.

"Angel's assistant Harmony speaking."

Well, Willow could definitely admit she wasn't expecting that. "Harmony?"

"Willow?"

"Wh-what are you doing working for Angel?"

"What? A vampire doesn't deserve some steady work?"

"No, it's just…" Willow gave up. This wasn't important right now. "Can I speak with Angel? Please?"

"I'm sorry; he's not taking any calls right now. Try again later."

Rudely, like Willow should've expected from Harmony, she hung up, leaving Willow standing here hopelessly with the phone in her hand. Ok, well, so much for that. She thought about trying to call again, but Harmony was too stubborn. They weren't going to be telling Angel or Spike about Buffy over the phone.

Angel was sitting in his office, brooding, for lack of a better word. There was just something…off. It just didn't feel right. Wolfram & Hart hadn't felt right ever since Wesley left, and even if he would be back soon, it wouldn't be the same. Fred's death had really affected him badly. Angel just wished there was something he could've done to help.

He wasn't taking any calls right now. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to some stupid client about nothing of true importance. And he wasn't in any mood to talk, anyway. Things didn't always work that way, though, seeing as Lorne walked in to the office.

"Hey, Angel-cakes. What's the brood-master thinking about tonight?"

"Nothing," Angel said defensively. "What's up?"

Suddenly Harmony walked in to the office as well. "Boss, I just got a call from Willow? I told her to call back at a different time."

"Thanks Harm." Angel was glad. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody who might've spoken with Buffy recently. For all he knew, Willow could try to talk with Angel to try and defend Buffy or something, and Angel wasn't in the mood for that.

Harm walked out, and Lorne continued to talk about some kind of emergency in the entertainment department. It wasn't something majorly important, but Lorne was freaking out. Angel couldn't blame him. Ever since Fred's death and Illyria's rising, Lorne had been throwing himself in any work possible, as if to keep himself from thinking of Fred. It was sad. But it was necessary. Lorne was trying to cope in his own way.

Angel hoped they wouldn't lose anybody else, because he could imagine how it'd shatter all their spirits.

Faith, Kennedy, and Wes arrived in England. It came a gargantuan shock to Wes when he heard what was going on. He hadn't expected, of all things, to be going to England. According to Faith, Giles needed them here though.

So far, he hadn't exactly gotten along with Kennedy too well. She was stubborn and didn't have the excitement to learn what he had to teach her. All she wanted to do was get to the fighting skills that could help her get better. There was more to just fighting, though, and Wes was determined to teach her.

Apparently that would have to wait after they got back from England.

He suggested that he stay behind and that they go, but Faith convinced him that as Kennedy's trainer, it was a good idea for him to come along as well. Even though he agreed, he was still hesitant. He knew what was going on here. Buffy, a vampire. Giles, calling for two Slayers who were extremely powerful and dedicated. There could only be one explanation.

Giles thought that Buffy would need to be killed. It saddened Wesley. He didn't want Buffy to be gone forever. He thought of Angel, his friend. He must be devastated by the news of Buffy right now. Spike would be devastated too, he supposed.

But then, Wesley had no idea that Angel and Spike still had no idea about Buffy, and that Buffy was approaching L.A. rapidly.

The fight came out fairly easy. Buffy did have to admit, though, that with a couple more years of training and fighting, Rona had potential to be a worthy opponent. But as she was now, she was nothing. Buffy killed her and drained her within minutes. Then she brought her back to the plane, where they hurried off to L.A.

She wished she could've had better gifts. Spike would recognize the two Slayers from when they were potentials, but Angel would have no clue who they were. Hopefully, if everything went as planned, though, they'd try to work together to solve the "mystery."

It only took a few hours until they arrived in L.A., and it was still night. They landed the plane behind an extremely large mansion that the pilot claimed the vampires of L.A. who followed Vamp Master stayed. It was utterly magnificent, too big for words. It was old—but not too old where it was rundown—and black. Spiked chains dangled all around, inside and out. And it was hers now. She took a long look around inside all the empty rooms and forever-stretching corridors. The place was bland, and she'd need to change a few things to meet her needs, but it was fine for now. She wanted to get started with her new plan, and then she could do other things.

With the bodies of Rona and Vi, Buffy made her way to her destination.

Angel attempted to sleep, but found it nearly impossible. His mind was going back and forth, back and forth, and he couldn't stand it. Buffy, Fred, Wesley. His mind was an endless repetition of those names.

Since it was the middle of the night and pretty quiet, Angel was surprised when he heard a loud bang coming from his office, as if something had been thrown on the ground or knocked over or something. He sat up in his bed, knowing he should go check it out, just in case.

He threw on a shirt and then made his way to the elevator. When he reached the office, he threw the light switch.

Angel saw the body immediately.

He rushed over, hoping there would be a way to save this person lying on the floor. But no. She was dead, long gone. Her blood was completely drained, and there were puncture wounds in her neck. A vampire. No doubt. There was something white lying across the African American woman's stomach. A piece of paper. Angel reached over and read the message scrawled on it:

For Angel. I'll be seeing you. From… No name.

Spike kept a small apartment in L.A. for the meantime. It was just some place he used to sleep, and he was sure he'd leave it soon enough, once he moved on from this place.

He was getting in late, having gone out and fought some demons. He felt like getting his anger out, and he got that anger out by punching and killing a few demons. And it worked. He was already feeling better.

At his apartment, he instantly smelt something inside. He opened the door and turned on a few lights, and saw a woman he recognized.

Her name was Vi. She was a Slayer. And she was completely drained of blood.

Spike shook his head. Who would kill her and then leave her in his apartment? What vampire had enough power to kill a Slayer anyway?

That was when he noticed the note on Vi's body.

For Spike. There'll be more to come. From…