Amilyn was having a bad week. First there was the arm. He'd had that arm 1200 years and he was still a little sore about it. And then he got staked.
That strumpet Buffy. She just walked right in and staked him. He hadn't even been doing anything. Just minding his own business, and she staked him. Lucky for him he was Lothos' first kill. He couldn't be destroyed until his master was. So he'd put on a little show and she'd eaten it up. It really had hurt like a bitch though.
At least he'd gotten off better than Lothos. He was a pile of dust. Most people would think he was dead. Which he was, but he wasn't totally destroyed until the dust was scattered. Which it must not be, because Amilyn was still around.
And that's how he came to be lurking outside a high school waiting for the sun to set. It hadn't been easy to get there, either. He had to sneak out of a school crawling with cops and a Slayer. He had to lay low and try not to attract attention- people apparently have no compassion for a bone-white one armed guy wandering the streets at night- until all the coroners and riff-raff left the school. And now he was waiting for the sun to set so he could get what he needed.
Finally, it was dark enough, and he moved in. He'd already been invited, so there was no problem there. He roamed the halls, opening and shutting doors until he found the room he wanted.
It was a broom closet. A dingy mop leaned against a wall next to a shelf full of squirt bottles and sponges. In the other corner was a skinny upright vacuum cleaner. Amilyn grabbed the vacuum and tore the top of the bag open. Inside were a few feathers, some cereal, assorted fuzzy stuff, and a paper clip. And lots of dust.
Getting the ashes back to the coffin was easy enough. The hard part was finding a virgin in Los Angeles. As it turned out, the third time was the charm. After he found a mark, tied her up, and hoisted her up over the coffin (which was not easy to do with one hand), he slit her throat. As the blood hit the now rather moist and soupy pile of dust and debris, it started to fizz. Then it spread out into silhouette of a man. It bubbled up thickly, gaining dimension until a fully formed and very annoyed looking man sat looking up at Amilyn. He regally brushed a few feathers, some cereal, and assorted fuzzy stuff off his chest.
"It's payback time," Lothos said.