A/N: I own nothing of the Whedonverse nor any fairytales and I am not profiting from this work.
Chapter 15
Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer
They were harmless
You're not a monster. You're a dog catcher. Animal control
Honestly the girl was obsessed with their nonexistent dating lives.
"You delivered these bodies to their homes and none of the demons found it odd that the Slayer was a vampire?" Once more Giles looked like he really wanted to clean his glasses.
"None of them brought it up. I'm pretty sure they were a little busy being in mourning." Buffy shifted on the couch a little uneasy at the memory. Spike had eased her conscience a bit but it still really bothered her to think she might have caused pain like what she saw with those families.
"Yes, I suppose that would be, quite." Giles looked sort of pink.
"Don't worry about it Watcher," Spike said with a reassuring smile as he came into the living room. "'M sure they were thrown off by my scent and presence too much to notice anything amiss with the Slayer. Most demons just sense we're impure and leave it at that." He handed Buffy her mug and sat down. Her brow furrowed and she looked at Spike.
"What do you mean impure?" She looked from vampire to Watcher and back as Spike looked pointedly in the book's direction and the image of Giles shook his head. "Just tell me already!"
Giles expelled a heavy sigh. "The slayer essence is corrupted by your human form just as a vampire's demonic spirit is corrupted by the human host. Neither are pure breeds and thus considered impure by full blooded demons."
"But I'm the Slayer. I'm not a," she looked once more between her couch companions. "Wait, what!?"
Angel had a mission. Angelus was a soulless, torturing, murdering, rapist whose only mission was to destroy the innocent as artfully as possible. Angelus didn't have a destiny but Angel did and no matter how many thoughts told him to do what he wanted it was that surety, that Angel wasn't Angelus, that kept him fighting for those who couldn't. Helping the hopeless. After that vision he was off for Sunnydale. He was on his way to help Buffy. Right when he ran smack into a semi-familiar blonde.
"Harmony?" The tall brunette had an odd pinchy look like he thought if he stared at her long enough he might stop seeing her.
"Hey, you remember me! Well of course you do, but, Angel this has nothing to do with me-"
"You're a vampire." It was almost like he was that president in Disneyland and she could hear the gears and springs working.
"Well, duh! But like I said this has nothing to do with-" She found herself pinned at the throat to the nearest wall with a ridges out master vamp snarling at her.
"What are you doing here?!" Harm vamped out from instinct and clawed at his wrist. Her response came out a bit choked.
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. It's about the Slayer." He dropped her like a hot potato.
"What happened? What about Buffy?" He was already shifting as if to walk away.
"It's Spike he-" But that went about as well as the rest of the conversation.
"What did that idiot do now? I have to save her."
"No! You have to save-" But Angel was gone and the vampiress finished her sentence with a pout. "Spike." She stomped her cute booted foot. "Why doesn't anybody ever listen to me?"