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Sunnydale, California. May
13, 1998
It was
while she stood near the stone demon called Acathla that Dru received
her orders – from that which had created all the legions of darkness,
since before the beginning of human history.
The
vampire Slayer of that time, one Buffy Summers started to challenge the
Master vampire named Angelus – who was the one planning to destroy the
world that year. “Hello, lover.”
Angelus looked bored. “I don’t have time for you.”
Buffy
was incensed, as she glared at this soulless version of her former
boyfriend. “You don’t have a lot of time left.”
The
dark-haired vampire looked amused, more than anything else. “Coming on
kind of strong, don’t you think? You’re playing some deep odds here. Do
you really think you can take us all on?”
The
Slayer said simply, “No. I don’t.”
At
this point, the bleached-blonde vampire named Spike (who was pretending
to be a cripple) would have gotten up from his wheelchair, and started
venting his fury on his grandsire. But before he could do so Drusilla
screamed, as the First Evil’s message hit her full-force.
An
eyeblink later, she had grabbed Spike’s handiron and hit her sire on the
back of the head, knocking him out cold.
Spike
got up and said to his maker in his Cockney accent, “What’s goin’ on,
luv? Not that I’m complaining, o’ course...”
Drusilla started on her typical nonsense babble, ignoring the fact that
Spike had just miraculously gotten up. “Death comes on bright and fast
wings, it does. Daddy won’t be Daddy no more, the Angel-beast will be
back...”
Buffy’s eyes went wide at this. < The soul curse? Willow must have
decided to retry it! Okay, I just gotta delay things until I get the
real Angel back to help me... >
Dru in
the meantime had kept talking, “But then he’ll go away. Far away, to the
other side of the world, all unhappy. And the First is the First is the
First, angry and shouting and wanting the two others to die...”
Spike
just shrugged, and turning around said, “A deal’s a deal, Slayer, so –
see ya...” He then grabbed Drusilla and ran. Soon his '59 Dodge Desoto
roared away from the mansion on Crawford Street, with the two undead
creatures safely hidden inside from the lethal effects of the sun.
Buffy
in the meantime fought the leftover vamp minions loyal to Angelus, and
quickly staked them. Once they were dust, the girl turned her attention
to the unconscious demon on the floor.
Trying
not to get her hopes up unnecessarily, the Slayer placed Angelus in
chains; then she waited for him to wake up – which he eventually did.
“What
the-” the so-called Big Bad muttered, as he came to. Then he saw Buffy,
and the chains he was bound by. Angelus quickly smirked at the Slayer,
“Honestly, lover, if I’d have known you were into this sort of stuff...I
mean the clothes are all wrong, but hey! I’m sure I can work on whatever
fantasies you might have...”
Buffy
didn’t fall for his taunts as she squatted down on her knees, staying
well out of reach. The blonde girl said simply, “Guess what, asshole?
Seems that you’re finally getting your soul back...”
Angelus lost the grin and became furious, and tried to lunge at her. “No
way in Hell!!”
An
evil smile came onto the Slayer’s lips. “I actually heard that nutsack
Drusilla say so, just before she and Spike abandoned you. Good help is
so hard to find, huh?”
Angelus’ fury reached incredible heights, twisting his vampiric
features. “NEVER! I’ll stake myself before I become that sniveling
asswipe again! I’ll-”
Then
it happened; the Irish-born vamp’s eyes glowed orange, as his human soul
was restored to him.
Angel
collapsed and groaned in agony, and then slowly raised himself back up.
His eyes were heavy with tears of pain, as his face turned human and he
looked into the blonde girl’s soul. He said softly, “Buffy? What’s going
on? Where are we? I-I don’t remember...”
Buffy
could sense her beloved was back. “Angel?”
He
nodded in confusion, and the Slayer burst into happy tears. Then they
hugged, as she unlocked his manacles. Angel subsequently looked
horrified, as the memories of the past few months came back. “Oh God,
no...no...no...”
All
Buffy was able to do was just hold him, and offer whatever feeble words
of comfort she could.
Chapter 3