Part 3: What to do when your best friend wants to kill you.

Note: Words enclosed in <> are author's notes. By the way, I had a hard time imagining what kind of place Synder lived in so I don't have a graphic visual of Synder's house.

7:45am

Saturday morning

Synder's house.

Snyder woke up at his usual time. He was glad that school was over for the week. He showered, dressed, and went to get his morning paper. When he turned around, ready to go back in the house, Synder got the shock of his life. Nailed to his door was a cat, which looked like it had been through hell. He dropped his paper and stared at the dead animal for a moment. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a cell phone and immeadietly dialed the pound. He quickly explained his situation and the man on the end of the line said that he'd send someone over to retrieve the cat. Unknown to Synder, Buffy was watching him from her post in the house across the street. She laughed quietly. *That little worm deserved it,* she thought. Turning around, she stared at the house's previous owners. She then looked for the car keys, which had been on a hook in the kitchen. Buffy grabbed them and high tailed it out of the house. Getting into the car, she gunned the engine and proceded to drive towards the mansion.

Meanwhile at the library, the gang had met for one of their Saturday sessions. "The Council sent me some books yesterday. They said that they should be helpful in finding the solution to our problem," Giles said to the four teens. "One of them must contain something."

Part 4: Setting up a party Buffy style <this part rated PG13>

"No! The table is on other side of the room!" Buffy's voice rang out through the ballroom. "What did you do to the roses? I said 6 dozen red, and 12 dozen black. Are you morons color blind or something? Don't put that there!! It goes on top of the small pedastal, duh!"

Spike, Angel, and Dru watched this episode with interest. Spotting them, Buffy walked over.

"Those morons are giving me such a migraine! Can't they do anything right? Spike, did you order those crepes yet?" <Crepes are a kind of party decorations>

"Yeah. There should be here tomorrow pet," Spike replied.

"Buffy, the earth's trembling. A bookworm is trying to ruin our party," moaned Dru.

"Don't worry Dru, they won't ruin my party. Angel, how's Synder coming along?"

"By the end of the week he'll think that he's a Ferengi."

"Great. What's a Ferengi? Actually, I don't have time to want to know. Good to know one thing is going to be ready. Augh! Don't put that there!" yelled Buffy. Flashing the others a charming smile, she said, "I so have to supervise. I'll hang with you later."

Returning her attention to the vamps that were setting up, Buffy let out a shriek of frustaration. "Don't you people listen? I said that the statue goes on the pedastal, the table on the other side of the bloody room. Someone get me the flourist on the phone. I totally have to order the flower arrangment myself. People, feel my pain here. Do you feel my pain? Is someone getting the flourist?"

A vampire came up to her with a cell phone. She grabbed it angrily and dialed the flourist. "Hello? I'd like to order 6 dozen red roses, and 12 dozen Perusian black roses."

"I don't care if you don't have Perusian roses, just get me black roses!"

"No this is not a prank call."

"Are you mentally ill or something? I said black roses, I want black roses."

"Okay. Now we're getting along. Send the roses to the mansion north 5mi of the Bronze. Did we get that?"

"Good. I'll see you then."

After she hung up, Buffy stared at the cellular phone in her hand and muttered, "Loser."

Getting back to the matters at hand, Buffy looked on in satisfaction as the vampires moved a particular bronze statue into the huge room. *At least they managed to get the right statue and put it into the right place.* thought Buffy.

Seeing as almost everything was in order, Buffy decided to give them a break. After all, they only had to fix the roses and put up the party crepes. It was going to be a hell of a party.

Meanwhile, the Slayerettes were showing the new slayer, Megan around town. Although it was not by choice, they showed her where to patrol and such. Xander and Willow fell behind the others. "I don't like her," Xander whispered to Willow.

"You mean you don't like her 'cause she's replacing Buffy," Willow chided him gently.

"That too," admitted Xander. "But once Buffy gets her soul back, bam, no more Megan."

"So I don't like her that much either. But her blood will help us get Buffy back. Look at how many people were killed last week. A hundred Xander. Maybe she'll keep the vampires."

"But her name doesn't go. Megan the Vampire Slayer. What kind of title is that anyway? Buffy the Vampire Slayer goes. And besides, she doesn't even dress fashionably."

"Xander, Megan isn't Buffy."

As Xander and Willow raced to catch up to the others, Xander slipped on a piece of paper. When he looked at it, his face visibly paled. The others, who had rejoined Xander and Willow had expressions of confusion. Xander handed the paper to Willow. Willow started reading what had shocked Xander:

You are cordially invited to a party for Buffy. We'll be celebrating Buffy's rebirthday. Be there or die. J

Place: The Mansion.

Time: 6:30pm

When: Saturday (a.k.a. the night of the full moon)

Attire: Black Tie

RSVP: (453) 654-7894

"Oh my god," whispered Willow. She quickly told the others what the invitation said.

"Would I be wrong if I said that this is beyond bad?" asked Cordelia.

"No," replied Megan. Everyone's eyes met for a brief second. With a unanimous unspoken decision, they all headed towards the library. Meanwhile, Giles had been researching the book in which Cordelia had found the spell. Since Giles never skimmed over pages, he noticed the fine print. Then he let out a string of curses. The gang entered the library just in time to hear Giles curse. Xander was the first to react by saying, "Whoa! And we thought you lived in the Bronze Age."

Giles looked up and turned beet red. He then murmured some apologies and then put his mind to the buisness at hand. "I'm afraid we can't restore Buffy's soul after all. Cordelia missed the fine print which stated that the ritual also needed Buffy's blood. She has to give the blood of her own free will, from her mark. In case you don't know what the mark is, it's what distinguished Buffy as the slayer."

"And you couldn't have said, 'Buffy has to give us some of her blood in order for the ritual to work?" commented Xander. "But I'm guessing that this is really bad. I have an idea. Why don't we just re-curse dead boy and curse Spike?"

"We could re-curse Angel, but as for Spike, he was never cursed before. And that means in order to curse him, we have to have him here."

"I don't think it'll be to difficult for me to get Spike here," spoke up Megan.

"It'd be difficult, seeing as Spike has killed 2 slayers and changed one over," came Willow's response.

"Willow is quite right Megan. As your… your watcher, I forbid it. You would be putting yourself in harm's way. Don't forget, Spike also has Buffy watching his back. Buffy is a very powerful vampire, more powerful than the Master and Lothos combined. She could kill you quite easily. Don't forget, she is one of the strongest slayers in history."

"Well, don't expect me to help," Cordelia said. "I do not want to die before I turn 18. Besides, with Buffy have that party, don't expect me to be out of my house at night time."

"What party?" Giles asked intrigued.

Cordelia didn't hesitate to answer. "Well, when we were showing Megan around when Xander slipped on an invitation. Buffy's inviting all the demons to come to her party. And all of them will be there. It was a go or die party."

Meanwhile, Buffy and Spike were hunting. "Spike, do you think they found that invitation yet? I want them to be scared, I want to sear fear on their faces."

"I'm sure they have sweet. How 'bout we get ourselves an easy meal?"

"Okay. Where to?"

Spike looked around. He then pointed to a house just a few yards away. Buffy started running. But as she was slowing down, the door opened and she careened into the person, sending them both flying inside. It took a minute for Buffy to register what had just happened. She had gone into a house without being invited. A dark smile lit her face. The same smile was on Spike's face when he realized that Buffy could enter houses without being invited. This was beyond great. Buffy then returned her attention to the man she was lying on top of. " I am so sorry," she apologized. The Buffy changed her apologetic look to a scared one. "It's just that my ex-boyfriend was stalking me again. This time he threated to kill me."

As that was her cue, Buffy promptly burst into tears. "It's okay miss. We'll call the police."

"The police won't do anything," sobbed Buffy. "They think I'm making it all up! But I swear to god I'm not."

It was then Spike walked up to the open door. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean it," Spike said soothingly to Buffy. The man turned to face Spike. Meanwhile, Buffy had stood up and shifted. "Now you listen to m--," began the man. Too bad he never finished. Buffy then looked up and said, "Come in." Spike immediately crossed the threshold. "You want some, I didn't have that much." When she got a yes from Spike, Buffy shoved the body at him. When Spike finished he dropped the body and then walked up to Buffy. Drawing her close to him, he gave her a predatorial kiss. Still kissing her, he picked her up and headed up the stairs and as soon as he found the bedroom, set her down upon the bed. Giggling softly, Buffy pulled Spike on top of her and they let passion sweep them away. A few hours later, they got dressed and headed back towards the mansion. There they were greeted by a not to happy Angelus. "Where have you been?" demanded Angel.

"Feeding, not that it's any of your business," said Buffy.

"It takes you four hours to feed?" Angel asked sarcastically.

Buffy glared at him before pulling Spike in the direction of the ballroom. "Did the crepes come yet?" called out Buffy.

Will, a young vampire, approached her carefully. "Some of the vampires are putting them up," he said in a careful tone of voice.

Upon hearing this Buffy got an angry scowl on her face and glared at him. Will winced, ready for the verbal thrashing he was about to get. "You moron! You're supposed to wait for me. Me, me, me! For all I know you could've put them up in a way that so totally icky. I'm supposed to supervise. How do I know that they are going to be put in a way I like?" yelled Buffy. Then she turned around and looked at the crepes. If Buffy could have turned red, she would have. Turning back to Will she smiled sheepishly and concluded, "I guess you did do them right after all. But next time, wait for me to get in here."

The vampires had obviously done a good job of arranging the decorations. Before Will could respond to the semi comment, a vampire rushed up to Buffy and told her that the roses had been delivered. Buffy took care in telling Will that she wanted 2 dozen of the black roses and a dozen of the red to have their petals removed and be strewn over the tables and the bases of the statues. Then she pointed out where she wanted the rest of the roses to be put. As soon as all of this was done and the ballroom was to her liking, Buffy called all the vamps together. "Now listen up everybody. You did a good job in the ballroom. But let's get something straight; no one is to go in there until Saturday. If I see or hear that anyone's been in there, I'll personally give them a holy water bath, okay?" finished Buffy. A murmer of agreement was chorused through all of the vampires. In only three days, the biggest bash ever on the hellmouth would occur.

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