For Temptation

Face to face.

Gunn stared at the creature in the cage. He turned, a cold shudder travelling down his spine as his eyes rested on the identical features of his friend. “So how’s this work again?” he asked.

“According to Giles that rod-thing is called a ferula-gemina it splits you into two sides of your personality, one in each body.”

“So… if we stake him…?”

“Don’t know. Wesley’s researching that now.” With a pained groan Angel sat, eyes drifting closed, blood seeping slowly through his bandages.

“Doesn’t matter,” a cold voice whispered against Gunn's ear, “you won’t live long enough to find out.”