Pairings: A/W, S/Original Character
Summery: A.U. Anya never came back, Tara never comes into the plot, oh yeah and Buffy and Riley never started dating.
Rating: PG13 I think
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Please, this is my first fic so be nice
Disclaimer: I don't own it. It's Joss's and who ever the hell else produces and yada yada
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~Prologue~
Sunnydale wasn't a normal town, hell it wasn't even weird, it was just bound for destruction. Funny how they all seemed to come together, they were all so different. Xander; a once geeky kid who was now working as a full time constructing worker and of course, born and raised on the hellmouth. Willow; a once equally geeky kid who had now become one of the most powerful witches on this side of the world and yes, born and raised on the hellmouth. Xander and Willow were best friends, had been since grade school. Not that weird but then again you haven't heard about the rest of the Scoobies'. Giles; the ex Liberian and the watcher of Buffy Summers and was once called Ripper, a dark magic boasting rebel who wasn't at all watcher like or Liberian like for that matter. Buffy; the vampire slayer and well not much else to tell. Spike: the bleached wonder, master vampire who had tried to kill all of them at one time or another, currently chipped and not hurting anything human.
~Part: 1~
They were all just sitting there at Giles' apartment. Xander was eating, Willow was surfing the net, Spike was chained to the bathtub, Giles himself was making tea, and Buffy was waiting to go on patrol. It was calm and peaceful, so of course something had to happen and well it did.
"Hey Giles can I go on patrol-"
"No Buffy I need you to stay and help with research,"
"-yet," Buffy said with a defeated sigh.
"Aww what’s the matter slayer, five syllable words too hard for you? Need some one to dumb it down for you?"
"Oh shut up Spike, it's not like your doing anything helpful," The slayer responded pissed that someone had, yet again, made a comment on her intelligence. She'd gotten into collage hadn't she?
"Well yeah, I’m evil," Spike said with a sigh, letting the word evil drag out, "besides why would I want to help you bloody wankers?"
"Well if your not gonna help out then would you shut up?" Willow said giving Spike a small slap on the chest. Unknown to the rest of the gang, Willow and Spike had become good friends. When everyone else was too busy to be there to talk to and help out Willow when Oz left, Spike had been there and helped her through it. They now had an easygoing friendship that the rest of them really didn't approve of.
*Knock knock knock*
"Who could that be? You're all here and Olivia's away on business for at least another three months," Giles mused to himself.
*Knock knock knock*
"Well are ya gonna get that G-man or wait for it to open itself?" Xander said, thankful for an excuse to stop researching.
"Xander how many times have I asked you not to call me that? And yes I'm going to get it just wait a bloody second," Giles replied, annoyed with the nickname that Xander insisted on calling him.
*Knock knock knock*
"Yes yes I'm coming I'm coming," Giles said as he opened the door, "bloody hell, Dylan?"
"The one and only Rips," Came the cheery reply from the other side of the door.
"My god."
"Ahh you can just call me Dylan you know, I've stopped having people call me that in public, gets everybody in an uproar," She said with a wink
With that the person from the other side of the door walked into the watchers flat. She was about Willow's height with dark brown hair and matching dark brown eyes. She was wearing tight leather pants and a shirt that was ripped twice on the stomach and three time on each sleeve right above the elbow (No she doesn't look like Faith even thought it sounds like it). She was also wearing boots that came up to her knees but didn't have a high heal.
"Who's Dyl-," Xander broke off when he saw her enter the room.
Spike looked up and faked a look of disinterest even though Willow saw his mouth drop for just a second.
'She looks like a slayer but couldn't be, well unless Faith dead. But Giles seemed to know her so she probably wasn't a slayer but she could be. Maybe she-okay gonna stop mind rambling now,' Willow thought to herself.
Buffy just looked pissed. She didn't even know the girl but she looked like she wanted to tear her eyes out.
"I'm Dylan and who might all you be? Last time I saw rips the only friends he had came in the form of 10 lbs, about 500 pages, and were leather bound," She quipped.
"Dylan huh? Well that's super but what are you doing here? And how do you know *my* watcher," Buffy asked in a snotty tone.
"Buffy please," Giles said really not wanted to deal with the slayer, "this is Dylan. We met when she was about 3 years old. It was right after my ripper days and child services somehow found me fit to keep her. I didn't know about this of course. They just stopped by my house one day and dropped her off. Gotta love how England works. I pretty much became her big brother and well raised her, through ahem many problems." Giles said the last part with a wink to Dylan.
"You *raised* her?" Buffy said with contempt.
"Yeah he did, did a damn fine job too if I do say so myself. I mean come on I'm fully equipped. I can fight like a slayer, research like a watcher-"
"And dress like a slut?" Came Buffy's bitcy put in.
"Fuck you, oh let me guess you're the slayer aren't you? Well by the stupid look on your face I'll take that as a yes and I wouldn't talk about dressing like a slut considering the fact that your sitting there in a skirt that was probably used as a belt and top that is see-through. Wow and look at that you're actually wearing a bra? What happened last time you wore that top you get a ticket for indecent exposure?" Came Dylan's equally bitchy reply.
"Ahem, girls, please," Giles said in his warning tone but only looking at Buffy.
"Sorry Giles."
Dylan just smiled sweetly at the slayer.
"Uh oh looks like the slayer finally met her match," Spike whispered to Willow, who giggled quietly. In all truth Spike really liked this girl.
'So Rupes raised this girl huh? Well if what she says is true than she must be one hell of a fighter and be a genus. And well damn, she's just hot as hell. I'm surprised there is steam coming off of her,' Spike mused.
~Part: 2~
"Girls, if you are done," Giles said on a final tone that left now room for argument, "Dylan, what are you doing here and how have you been. I haven't seen you since before I was transfered to Sunnydale to begin my training of Buffy."
"Well, I'm here because I missed you. I mean I've been in a cave for the past four years so, yeah, much with the missing family. Then I had one hell of a time finding where you were. Because apparently, the council isn't supposed to give out the location of any of their watchers. Oh yeah and the fact that you were fired just made them hate you more, so they took it out on me. I eventually just decided to hire some privet investigators in LA. It was odd though because the second that I said Rupert Giles, the guy that was in charge and some brown haired chick jumped and asked how I knew you and what I wanted with you. I just said that I was someone from the council and that we were updating our database of watchers and ex-watchers. They seemed happy enough with that and then gave me the address. Though the other chick that was there did say that I didn't look like a watcher. She was a smart one, I don't think that anyone really listened to her though, which is pretty dumb if you ask me," She finished her long explanation, that sounded more like a ramble than anything, with and arch of an eyebrow.
"Hold on a bloody second! You were in a cave for four years? How the hell did that happen? Who did it and how do I kill them!" Giles said practically jumping from where he was sitting on the back of the couch.
Buffy just glared at Dylan. 'Why is he so worried about her? God who cares, anyway? He's my watcher, he shouldn't be worrying about some rif-raf slut that he knew *before* he met me. He's only supposed to care about me, well and maybe Xander and Willow but that's it. And he shouldn't like them as much as he likes me anyway. Xander is just the zeppo and Willow, well Willow's just the hacker who's shy and nice and does what I say too."
"Whoa whoa whoa settle down Rips, it's okay."
"His *name* is *Giles*," Buffy put in reproachfully.
"Anyway, yes I was in a cave for four years. But it's okay I'm out now -"
"-Yeah so can we get off of that boring subject now and get back to, you know, me."
"Buffy, will you shut up and stop acting so damn childish! Dylan, please continue."
"Thanks. Well anyway, some Glarshloc demons ambushed me while I was walking home from a clu- I mean when I was patrolling. It was horrible, they get into your mind and see what you want most in the world. That is obviously to get out of there, so they find the person that you trust the most and make you think that you see them coming to get you. Then when the person is about to get you out, they make you see them killing that person. They do that with every single person that you've ever loved, hated, or trusted. But when they finally took the shackles off, to transport me to their new place, I worked up enough strength to fight them off and get outta there."
"Alright I just have one question, why the bloody hell did they keep you locked up for four bloody years. All they did was make you think that the people that you loved were dieing, I mean yeah pain blah dee blah but that gets old after about three months. Trust me, been there done that," Spike put in, still not knowing why anything would just chain this beauty up and not anything else.
"Because that's what they feed on, your fears and you pain," Dylan said, liking what she saw when she looked at the blond, 'Damn that blond is hot! Why the hell hasn't any one of them snatched him up? Well he does seem kinda snug with that redhead but him and her? Nahh they seem more like friends, but she is pretty under all that. . . pink. Wait a sec, been there done that?', "what do you mean been there done that?"
"I'm a vampire pet, William the Bloody a.k.a Spike, ever heard of me?" Spike said with a smirk but decided to finish the story when he saw her drop into fighting stance and go for something around her back, 'prolly a bloody stake too, damn,', "but the damn military had to go and put an chip in my head, so now I can't hurt anything with a pulse, well unless it's a demon."
"Oh, so what you're good or something?"
"NO! I'm bloody evil! I just have to work with these bloody prats so that I can get food, money, and keep from getting staked."
"Oh okay I get it, you're really a bad ass but since you can't kill anything, you're selling out and helping the good guys?"
"Well let me think about that, yes yes I am. Because I value my hide more than some bloody demons that I don't even know."
"Good to know who I can trust in a do or die situation."
"Good to know that the line is clear."
Giles watched this thinking horribly, 'Oh bloody hell they've bonded. Of course they have to think on the same bloody wave length. No wonder I always that the he was familiar. He's just like her, well except for the selling out part. She's very loyal.'
"OH MY GOD! He likes her! Oh and it looks like she could like him too! Uh oh looks like Giles saw it too, I don't think he likes it. Well that's just too bad, I have a match to make!' Willow thought happily.
~Part: 3~
*Ring ring ring*
"Why tonight? Is there something special about tonight, what sin did I commit that would subject me to this?" Giles muttered as he went to go pick up the phone.
"Hello? Why hello Angel, is there some sort of an emergency that you need my help with," Giles said obviously annoyed and not wanted to deal with the vampire.
Buffy's face lit up with wanting and hope. 'Angel, oh my god it's Angel, I bet that he's sorry that he ever left me and is asking if it's okay if he comes back!'
Puzzled Dylan looked to Willow, "Wait Angel as in the dude that I got Rips address from?"
Willow's face lit up, "Yeah, okay here goes. He's a vampire with a soul. Him and Buffy were together but then the got horizontal and he lost his soul. Because if he has a moment of true happiness then he looses his soul. Then I gave him back his soul but it was too late and Buffy and to send him to hell. Then he came back but said that it wouldn't work and broke Buffy's heart. Well he left and went to L.A. and found out that he's a champion for the powers. Then he met his seer Doyle, his seer is someone who gets visions from the powers that be and tells him who to save. Then Cordy joined up with them and they started an investigations business. Then Doyle died and Cordy got the visions. Then Wesley, Buffy and Faith's ex-watcher that got fired cuz Faith, another slayer, went evil and Buffy quit the council, joined up with Angel and Cordy. So then Gun joins them, Fred joins them from and alternate dimension called Pylia. Oh yeah and Lorne, this good soul reading demon, is also from there and he's part of the group too."
"Whoa, did you actually breathe at all during that?" Dylan said with a look of wonder plastered on her face.
"Sorry I ramble."
Dylan smiled, liking this girl already, "Yeah that happens, so what do all you do in this....," she trailed off not knowing what word to use.
"Scooby Gang, we call our selves the Scooby Gang. Well obviously Giles is the watcher and Buffy is the slayer. Xander," Willow pointed across the room to Xander who was still staring in wonder at Dylan, "is a construction worker and he helps us fight and research. I'm the resident hacker cum witch and I'm also very good at researching. I enjoy it though so Buffy and Xander think that I'm kinda weird. I think Spike does too."
"Nahh pet I don't think that you're weird, a bit quirky yes but not weird."
"Ahh yes of course Angel, yes yes good bye," Giles finished his phone conversation.
"Does he need my help Giles, did he mention me, does he miss me?" Buffy pounced on the watcher once he hung up the phone.
"No, no, and I don't know because he didn't mention you, but I'm sure that he misses you," Giles added when he saw the hurt look on his slayers face.
"Well then, Angel needs Willow to come to L.A. to help with some hacking. He also needs some muscle, so Spike since you not only have a car but would obviously count as muscle, would you go along?"
"Fancy me then watcher? Sorry I don't swing that way, that'd be the bloody poof. But yeah I'll go, if you pay me like usual," Spike said with a cocky smirk.
Choosing to ignore most of what Spike said Giles just answered, "Yes Spike you will be paid. But Angel asked for two people to come as "muscle" so. . ."
At the mention of two people Buffy practically jumped with happiness but got pissed at what she heard next.
"So Dylan, I know that you just got here but would you please go with them?"
Dylan replied, "Sure sounds like fun, from what I've seen of them, they don't seem so bad. Plus I'll have good company," she said with a wink.
At the same time Buffy practically screamed, "WHAT!?! Her? Why would you send her? Hello I'm the slayer, you can't get much more muscley than that, why hell not send me! Or at least send Xander, not that gutter slut!"
"Buffy, you are the slayer there for you need to stay here *because* of your sacred duty and Xander, no ofence, is not muscle and he has a job," Giles said this warningly but on the next part he sounded like Ripper, "And if you ever, ever speak of Dylan that way again in my presence I shall personally backhand you."
"Well on that wonderful note, I think that we should go right away. I mean it's only eightish. Me and Willow will need some time to pack. No offense Spike but you seem like a one outfit kinda guy. Then it's about a two hour drive to L.A. so we should be there before midnight."
With a nod from both Willow and Spike, they practically ran out the door. That was not a scene that they wanted to be part of. They all knew that there would be a big fight. Buffy would be jealous of Dylan and really pissed at what Giles had said, or threatened. There would also be Xander saying that Giles shouldn't talk to Buffy like that even if Dylan was his, daughter or sister or whatever. So they all got into Spike Desoto and first went to Willow's dorm. Willow packed three pairs of blue jeans, and some tank tops. None of them were pink thanks to Dylan and Spike, they weren't loud either. They were just. . .normal. Then they went to the hotel were Dylan was staying. Everything was still in her three duffles so they just through it all in the trunk. They didn't wanna sort things out.
They were finally on their way to L.A. They had easily agreed on music. Spike loved the Sex Pistols, Dylan loved the Sex Pistols, and surprisingly Willow loved the Sex Pistols. There was also a little Billy Idol thrown in, just so that they could make fun of Spike. Willow and Spike filled Dylan in more about what had happened in Sunnydale since Willow had met Buffy. Dylan already ready knew the Spike, Angelous, Darla, and Dru histories, so they stuck to the basics: death, heartbreaks, de-souling, and re-souling. Dylan also told them more about her and the cave. By the time they entered the beginnings of L.A. they knew each other's life stories and more.
~Part: 4~
"Oh granddaddy I'm home," Spike yelled cheerfully as they walked into the offices of Angel Investigations.
"Spike? What are you doing here?" Angel said, annoyed at having to deal with his grandchilde.
"Well since you're obviously blind, I'm here with Red and Rupes' little princess," Spike said with a wink to Dylan.
"Willow! Hey. . .wait a second Giles' princess?"
"What you don't remember me? Come on I was only in here like two days ago."
"You? You said that you were from the council!"
"And you believed me? Come on now, think about it and then look at me."
"Whoa hey now we don't want the poof to hemorrhage or something," Spike said with a smirk.
"Okay okay, down everybody," Willow said cutting off the argument that was starting. She didn't miss Spike's disappointed look either, "anyway, we're here just like you asked. I'm here to help with the hacking, Spike is one of the two muscles that you asked for, and Dylan is the second muscle. She was raised by Giles and that's why she needed his address, she's good so no more fighting and no more explaining, k?" Willow said in what seemed like one breath.
'Wow she's gorgeous. She's so young but she's seen so much. It's weird to think that she understands stuff even better than Buffy. Buffy has to do what she does because she's the slayer but Willow does it because it's right. She has to be the strongest soul that I've ever met. She's perfect except for the whole being friends with Spike thing, but I think that I can look past that. Oz is the biggest idiot in the world, I can't believe he left her. I can't believe that he cheated on her and then she still wanted to be with him and he left her. *He* cheated on *her* and then *he* left. It makes no since at all,' Angel thought as he looked at her with an angelic expression on his face. (no pun intended)
"Okay, as much as I love the chit-chat or in Willow's case rambling," Dylan looked at Willow as she said that, "why do you need us here again?"
"Garveshnic demon, we need to know how to get into this disk that we found on it's plans to, well, end the world. Then we also need muscle to help us fight it. I actually thought that Giles was going to send Buffy, I'm glad that he didn't though."
"Glad that you're slave driver isn't here? Now why would that be mate?" Spike said, curious but happy to get a jab in at the same time.
"Well, we found out that my soul is permanent. When Willow restored it, it was permanent. Jenny must have altered it," Angel at least *looked* guilty when he said this, "I'm really not looking forward to telling her about it though."
"Oh that'll be a bloody fight if I ever saw one. She's gonna go crazy, she'll be all," Spike hitched his voice up to a fake falsetto, " 'Oh Angel! Why didn't you tell me? I thought that you loved me, we were going to be together forever! Oh there is not meaning in like anymore, AHHHHHH!"
At this Dylan burst out laughing. She couldn't take it, it was great. They were a complete riot! She could see why Spike loved to pick on Angel. 'If he doesn't want to tell Buffy than that means that he loves someone else but who? Wait a sec, he looks at Willow like-OH MY GOD HE LIKES WILLOW!'
"Spike stop it," Willow said in warning to but went to a lighter tone when she talked to Angel, "Angel why don't you want to tell Buffy?"
'He doesn't want to tell Buffy. Maybe he doesn't love her anymore, maybe he loves someone else. Maybe he loves me? Willow Rosenburg of course he doesn't love you! You shouldn't even be thinking about that sort of thing, Buffy's your best friend. You shouldn't be having naughty thoughts about Angel! Even if he does have a great body, with those pecs, and those abs, and those biceps. And the fact that he has over 250 years of experience. That he knows just where to touch to make you scream out pleasure and just the right places to push that would make you-NO! BAD WILLOW!"
"I just don't really think that it's time to tell her, she has a lot of things to go through right now and this would just be too much. Plus I don't really love her anymore, I mean I *love* her, I'm just not *in love* with her," Angel said slowly.
"Oh so you mean that you love somebody else and you just don't want that bitchy slayer to get in the way," Dylan translated.
"Wahh? Gahh ahh," was all that Angel could come up with. He didn't even know this girl and somehow she had just broken through all of his lies! 'Holy Shit! How the hell did she do that?'
'Bloody hell! The girl's lightning fast! Shit, if she's that good at seeing how the poof feels and she just bloody met him, then she's defiantly gonna see the little (well actually it's not little at all, it's pretty damn big if i do say so myself) attraction that I have for her. Bloody hell attraction? I sound like a bloody poof.'
"Wow that face is defiantly. . .not good on you," Dylan said with a laugh at the mystified and surprised look on Angel's face. All in all it made him look downright stupid and that was even funnier.
"Well! Anyway, Angel, where are Cordy, Gunn, Wes, and Fred?" Willow asked really wanting to get off of that subject and not think about Angel. . .loving somebody else.
"Oh they already went home but they should be here around nine tomorrow. I have some rooms set up for you guys. There are really two rooms that are suitable for people to stay in other than mine. There is the one next to mine and the one two levels up from it. The one two levels up was Fred's before she moved in with Wes, it's the larger one. It could easily fit two people but there is only one bed," Angel said very willing to get off of that subject also.
"Well, I don't mind sharing a room with anyone but leaving Spike in the room next to Angel prolly wouldn't be a good thing. They'd be dusting one another in a second," Dylan said already feeling like she knew these people forever, "so Wills why don't you take the one next to the poo- I mean Angel," she said, loving to get on Angel and already forming a plan to get the two of them together, "and me and Spike'll take the one upstairs."
"Well sounds fine to me pet," Spike said with a smirk. He didn't mind sharing a room with this beautiful girl and he could tell she had a plan forming, involving Angel and Willow. He didn't like the poof much but he did like Willow, they were friends. Oz leaving her had hurt her bad and he wanted her to be happy again.
"Um okay, I guess that works fine then," Willow said, knowing that Spike and Dylan already liked each other but not seeing the plan that the two had forming about her and Angel. She was really nervous about sleeping in the room next to him though, hopefully he wouldn't be able to tell that she liked him.
"Are you sure that you guys don't mind sharing a room?" Angel asked, glaring at Dylan playfully for using Spike's nickname, he already liked the girl. Angel was happy to be sleeping next to Willow, even if it was just the room next to her. Angel also didn't see the plan forming between the two bad asses in front of him.
"Not at all boss," and "No problem peaches," came at the same time from the two, they both had on very Innocent expressions.
"Well come on blondie, lets get these things up to our room. The bags were heavy anyway and now they're getting more so."
"Wait, why so much stuff?" Angel asked finally seeing her bags.
"I just got into town and we came here so we just threw my unpacked bags in the car and drove off," Dylan explained, glad that the vamp didn't sound mad.
"Oh okay," Angel said as if it were a normal occurrence.
"All right pet lets go, I think the poof is trying to check out my package," Spike said playfully getting a "Yeah right" from Angel.
"Okay so Angel, where do I put my stuff," Willow said once the other two had gotten into the elevator.
"Oh well, right up these stairs," Angel said taking Willow's bags.
"Oh, thank you," Willow said with a sweet smile.
Up in Spike and Dylan's Room:
"Wow, that wasn't obvious," Dylan said as they walked into the first
room on the left.
"Who? The poof and Willow?" Spike asked making sure she wasn't talking about him and at Dylan's nod he continued, "yeah I know. It's pretty fucking hilarious if you ask me. I can't wait to see how slutty takes it.
"Yeah that'll be great. I don't see what he ever saw in that bitch anyway."
"He saw a way to piss his demon off even more than he already was."
"Yeah I can see how a *slayer* would piss his demon off. She's gonna explode!"
"Yeah, she'll never let Willow go back to Sunnydale though," Spike said with a sad sigh, "and I won't go back without her."
"Yeah, I think that I'll stay too," at Spike's surprised look she said, "well the people there seem so wrapped up in themselves that they don't even pay attention to her. The slayer is such a bitch that *I* can barley stand her and I lived with demons for four years! I mean, yeah I'll miss Rips but I like Willow and she has my full support. Plus there are some ups to staying in L.A.," Dylan said with a leer at Spike.
"Is that so pet?" Spike replied with a smirk.
"Yes it is so, now how do we get Willow and Angel together," Dylan said with an evil grin.
Two levels bellow in Willow's Room:
"Thanks for carrying my bags Angel, you really didn't have to," Willow said shyly. She was in a room, with a bed, with Angel. Needless to say, she was nervous. 'Okay Willow, you are not thinking of Angel on top of you on the bed, doing things that even trashy romance novels won't write about!'
"Not a problem Willow but you know I have to say, Dylan and Spike there's something there," he said, not minding gossiping if it caused him to have more time with Willow.
"Oh my god I know, they'd be really good for each other too. Dylan's really nice and Spike has a soft side if you get to know him. They be great together."
They continued they're conversation about Dylan and Spike as a conversation not much different from theirs continued upstairs.
~Part: 5~
Dylan and Spike walked out of the elevator after finally getting all of Dylan's stuff put away. Willow and Angel were already downstairs and Angel was give Willow a tour of the offices.
"Oh well don't start without us," Dylan said playfully as Spike followed her into the office that Angel and Willow were currently in.
"Oh sorry, you guy were taking so long, so Angel just started showing me around," Willow said as she put down the current case file that Angel had been working on.
"Yeah, I was showing here the information that we have on the Demon so far. She says that she should be able to crack the disk pretty fast," Angel said coming back from behing his desk.
"Yeah, it's a simple five bit incription. There's a double link password but those always have backdoors so all I have to do is go around the bolt and then -"
"Okay Will, don't need the play by play," Dylan said, not understanding half the mumbo jumbo Willow was talking about.
"Oh right sorry," Willow said, catching herself going into teacher mode.
"So Angel, what's the plan for tonight. You're not gonna make your guests stay home when we're in the exciting city of lost angels, are ya?" Dylan said, already picturing a hot, pumping club in her head.
"Well we could patrol."
"Bor-ing," came Dylan's and Spike's reply.
At their reply Angel look dejected and a little imbarrased.
"It's okay Angel, I don't think patrol is boring," Willow said patting the vampire on the shoulder, "I just think that Dylan and Spike had something a little more exciting on their minds. Like a club or something. You know, party all night and sleep all day? Well I guess that vampires do that anyway, well the sleeping all day part. I mean they probably don't party all night, I mean they have to kill and all. But vampires might think of that as fun or like a party which would mean that in some respects they do party all night-"
"Okay, down Willow," Angel said, recognizing the pattern of Willow's 'speak as the thoughts come into my head' phase coming on. He'd seen that happen a lot in Sunnydale. The first time he was with her and it happened, he hadn't stopped her. That had been a mistake. She had gone on talking for over an hour, during a patrol where they were put together, until a vamp jumped on her. At that point she dusted him quickly and said, 'well that was rather rude! Now I've lost my train of thought!'
"Sorry, I guess I just kinda went off on a tangent there," she said sheepishly.
"It's okay Wills, I'll forgive you this time. But next time, you won't be so lucky," Dylan said as she put her arm around her new friend's shoulders and led her out of Angel's office.
Spike just smiled at the two girls who hadn't even known each other for half a day but seemed like they'd been life long friends. What was it about his girl that just made you want to get to know her? Willow was a lot like that too so it was no wonder they got along so well. Deciding not to get left behind Spike ran up and wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders, causing Dylan to take her arm from around Willow's shoulders and put it around his waist while Willow did the same.
"So, now that I have the two most beautiful women on California in my arms what ever shall we do?" Spike said with a leer at Dylan.
"Just California Spikey?" Dylan said with fake pout.
"Yeah just California Spikey?" Willow said with a fake pout of her own.
Angel came up next to Willow, laughing at all three of them. But since they were laughing too, it wasn't like he was being mean or anything. Willow was adorable as usual, Spike was actually being tolerable, and Dylan, well he didn't really know Dylan, but she looked like a bad ass but was actually a lot of fun to be around. 'Will wonders never cease?' Angel thought with a grin.
"What's the brood boy smilling about over there? Did I say that you could smile?" Willow said a questioning look.
"I'm sorry mistress it shain't happen again," Angel said putting his Irish good use.
'Holly shit! He did the Irish thing, oh my god he did the Irish thing. Oh god, oh god, oh god,' Willow said like a mantra as Angel used his wonderful accent, 'He has no idea what that does to me. I wonder what he would do if I showed him?' Images of Angel moaning on silk sheets passed through Willow's mind. 'No! Bad Willow!'
"Well I guess I can forgive you this time but never let it happen again," Willow said in a pointed tone. She was giving herself a mental round of applause for not melting on the spot.
"Yea're far too nice, don't deserve yer forgivin'," Angel said, still not holding back his natural Irish.
Dylan and Spike gave each other a look that clearly said, 'are they gonna jump each other, right here in front of us?'
"Okay kids, enough with the subjecting slave sex games. Come on me and Spike are right here you know," Dylan said deciding to end it but putting in the sex games part make them think.
This got a wonderful blush from Willow and a cough from Angel as they walked out of Angel Investagations and Angel locked the place up. Dylan and Spike just laughed, alot. The fact that Willow and Angel were so oblivious was just killing them.
"Okay so where are we going Sir Poofyness," Dylan said, trying to get conversationn going again.
"Ha ha Dylan. We are going to, the hottest demon club in L.A. but don't worry it's a sanctuary," Angel said with a big smile.
"Not that place that the green guy owns right mate?" Spike said, practically begging.
"No Spike we're not going to Lorne's place, there is this club a couple of blocks from here that I think you and Dylan will like alot," Angel said with a smile, "I might just hang by the bar with Willow."
"I don't know Angel, I'm pretty sure Willow will be out on the dance floor shaking her groove thang with me," Dylan said seggestivley.
This sent some very naughty pictures to not only Angel but also Spike's brain of Dylan and Willow grinding on the dance floor, sweaty, and hot. Needless to say that there was might supression of groans going on.
"So Angel, what kinda of club is this?" Dylan asked getting impatient.
"It's a dance club for demons and humans okay?" Angel said getting a little annoyed with her.
Dylan let out a growl that impressed both Spike and Angel. 'Where the hell did this chit learn how to growl? I mean come on, it's not exactally taught in normal classes these days is it? Because bloody hell if it is than it's the one class that Red is probably failing.' Spike thought with a snicker, he couldn't help thinking of Willow trying to growl and failing misserabley.
They walked for a few more minutes in silence until Angel pointed to the right and said, "Okay kids, this way."
"Umm Angel, that leads to an alley. An icky alley by the looks of it," Willow said as she looked in the direction Angel was pointing in.
"Oh don't worry Willow, looks can be deciving," Angel said with a smirk.
They walked to the end of the alley and there was a large demon with his arms crossed waiting for them. Angel said some wierd word and the demon moved and opened a door. Once the door was opened they walked down a few flights of stairs until they heard some music coming from behind a door. Angel opened the door and they got their first look at 'Fantasy'. It was lit by black lights and there were tons of people on the dance floor. There were demons, vamps, and humans all grinding against each other to the rock/techno music that was playing.
"Well Angel I gotta give ya props, this place isn't too bad," Dylan yelled over the music.
Angel just chuckled and went to the bar to order some drinks. Willow and Dylan took vodka tonics while Angel and Spike ordered some blood. The drinks were good but Dylan really wanted to go and dance, the music was good and she was in the mood to have some fun.
"Come on Spike, show me how that cute ass looks out on the dance floor," Dylan said as she grabbed the blonde's hand, pulling him out to the floor. Spike had no problems as Dylan started grinding against him to the fast paced music. Never one to be idle, Spike had one hand on her hip and the other over her stomach. Dylan had her arms in the air and wrapped them around Spike's neck.
"Wow they look. . um. . comfy," Willow said as she looked at the pair out on the dance floor, "Never really thought of Spike as a dancer."
"That's not dancing that's," Angel said as he waved his hands in the air, "a lap dance while standing up."
Willow almost spit out her drink at Angel's comment. That was something she'd expect to hear from Spike, not Angel. 'I wonder if he would mind if I gave him a "lap dance while standing up",' Willow visabley blushed as the though came into her head.
And looked at the red head in confusion. She had thought that his joke was funny but now she was blushing about something. 'What the hell is so bad that Willow is blushing?'
"Come on Willow, lets go show them that they're not the only ones that can have a good time," Angel said with a wink as he offered her his hand.
"I thought that you said that it was a lap dance, not dancing," Willow said playfully as she took his hand.
"Well, I'm not complaing," Angel whispered in Willow's ear.
Willow shuddered from the sentual tone in his voice. She had to surpress a groan thinking about the different things that she wanted to do to him. This was not the time to be having naughty Angel thougths!
Five hours later the two couples staggered out of the club as a little bit of color shone over the horizon.
"Bloody hell, we better get home!" Spike slurred as he looked at the sky.
"Do you think that we should use the tunn. . tuninin. . tunnnnnnnn. . .," Willow struggled, finally giving up and saying, " go under ground?"
"Nah don't yea worry me lass, we'll be home before the sun touches our undead flesh!" Angel said, so smashed that he reverted to his Irish accent naturally.
"Come on, lets go! If you want to be home before you're dust that is," Dylan said fumbling over her words.
They had gotten completley smashed but had had a good time. They quickened they're pace as much as they could and got to the hotel before the sun came up.
"Okay it's only what? Bloody hell it's five o'clock!" Spike said as he looked the clock, "Come on pet, I'm about to bloody fall over."
"We're taking the fucking elevaaa. . .elevatater. . .almetor. . . grrr. . the fucking lift!" Dylan said, not able to get the words out.
So Spike and Dylan stumbled over to the elevator, leaning on each other the whole way. While Angel and Willow practically crawled up the stairs.
~Part: 6~
Angel moaned as he felt Willow's hot mouth around his weeping cock. Her hands were not idle as she sucked on the head of his shaft. One was pumping his cock and the other was fondling his balls. Willow, without warning, deep throated him and swallowed. Angel could have sworn that he was in heaven. Willow kept up her, wonderful, torture and Angel felt his release coming way too soon.
Angel sat straight up in bed as he came all over himself. He looked down in horror and said in a disbelieving voice, "Did I just come in my bed like fourteen year old boy?"
He quickly got up and changed into a different pair of drawstring pants. He looked at his bed and thanked whoever was up there that there wasn't a big wet stain, how would he have explained that?
'Okay, I am over two-hundred and fifty years old, not counting the extra years that hell tacked on. I did not just have a fucking *wet dream*! Master vampires do not have *wet dreams*!' Angel thought to himself as he paced around his room.
Angel was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a sound in the room next door. 'WILLOW!' Angel's mind screamed. The souled vampire was out of his room and in the hall in a flash and was quickly opening Willow's door. To his surprise there was not evil nasty and Willow was just laying in her bed. 'What did I hear then?' Angel thought, clearly confused.
"Mmmmm," came another moan from the bed.
'Oh, that's what I heard,' Angel realized, with his eyebrows practically touching his un-gelled hair.
"Mmmmm . . yesss," came a hiss from the bed.
Angel didn't know what to do. He kept telling himself to just
go back into his room but he couldn't move from the spot that he was standing
in. Willow was. . .wriggling on the bed and moaning and all Angel
wanted to was go over there and. . relieve her "tension". 'No!
That's practically rape you sick fuck!' Angel screamed at himself but even
as he thought it he was moving towards the bed.
'Okay, it's not like I'm going to actually *do* anything,' Angel said
to himself as he got closer to the bed.
"Oh goddess! Angel. . ." Willow moaned as her hand snaked down underneath the covers.
Angel stifled a moan as he heard his name come from Willow's lips. It was obvious what she was dreaming about and what she was now *doing*. Angel groaned as he watched the redhead get herself off while moaning his name. Angel looked down at his straining erection and decided to take a nice *cold* shower. So he quietly limped out of the room and shut the door quietly.
"Well that went well," Willow said with a smirk. She sat up in her bed and stretched with a content sigh.
Willow wanted Angel but more than that she wanted to love him, she knew that she was fast on her way to loving him already even though they had only been there one night. She wanted Angel to want her back but also to love her. 'Oh goddess what about Buffy?' Willow thought miserably, 'I mean yeah, I'm happy because I know that Angel wants me and already knew that he doesn't love Buffy any more but she is *so* not gonna be happy about this! God she still mopes around whining about him. Okay maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Okay, no more daring Willow! Back to be quiet and mousy! See what happens when you're daring, you do stuff that's gonna end up hurting the people you love!'
With Willow's good mood completely ruined, she got up and got dressed. She brushed her hair and teeth and left her room sadly. She could hear Angel's shower still running and that just brought on another dose of sadness. She quickly made it to the stairs and down to the lobby. She found the lobby quite busy and was happy for the distraction.
"Willow!" Cordy cried happily as she ran for the redhead that had just stepped off the bottom stair and enveloped her in a hug.
"Hi Cordy!" Willow said happily as she returned the girl's hug a bit tentatively.
"God it is so nice to see some one from home," Cordy said as she let go of the redhead.
"Hey! I was in Sunnydale for a while!" Wesley said with mock hurt.
"Oh blah blah blah," Cordy said as she waved a hand at him.
"Oh hello Wesley!" Willow said as she walked over to the desk.
"Hello Willow," Wesley said with a smile.
"Hey I'm Gunn," said the attractive man behind the counter as he reached his hand out to shake hers, "I just thought I'd introduce myself since *someone* forgot," he finished looking at Cordelia.
"Cry baby," Cordy said as she went over and gave her boyfriend a hug.
"Well hello Gunn, I'm Willow," Willow said with a smile as she shook his offered hand.
"Oh Willow, this is Fred," Wesley said as he walked over to the girl just coming out of the office.
"Oh hi! It's so nice to meet you! I've heard so much about you guys from Cordy. By you guys of course I mean everyone from Sunnydale. Not just you of course because well that would be kind of silly wouldn't it? Just talking about one person, I mean. Not that you're silly or anything! Is Sunnydale really on a hell mouth?" the girl that Wes was holding said rapid fire.
"Um I think what she's trying to say is -" Wesley started uncertainly to translate what his girlfriend had said was quickly cut off by Willow.
"It's wonderful to meet you too. Yes I do think that it would be kind of silly and of course you didn't mean me, silly. And yes Sunnydale really is on a hell mouth. It's the only active one left in the world. It can get pretty scary sometimes but hey, it's home," Willow said with a smile, easily understanding her fellow rambler.
Fred and Willow just smiled at each other in complete understanding.
"You understood that?" Gunn asked disbelievingly.
"I'm a rambler from way back," Willow said with a grin.
~Part: 7~
After talking with the Angel Investigations crew for a while Willow got down to business. She knew that she could have it cracked by the end of they day if she tried hard enough but her stupid hangover was making her have to stop every fifteen minutes or so. Fred brought her some aspirin but it *wouldn't* go away. This horrible treatment went on until after night fall.
Willow heard the doors of the main room open loudly and then yelling. Curious she got up do see what was going on. To her surprise, Willow found *Darla* standing in front of them.
"A. . Angel, what is Darla doing here?" Willow said as she turned to the dark vampire, "Isn't she. . well. . dead?"
"I'm a vampire honey, it's kind of mandatory," Darla said, turning her head to look at the redhead.
Willow blushed but then said, "I mean. . .well you know. .n. .not ashes."
"Wolfram and Hart brought me back," Darla said with a smile.
"What! Oh my god, they can do that?" Willow said as she looked at the blond master vampire.
"I was surprised myself but, hey, can't be mad at the people that brought you back into the world. Right?" Darla said as she moved towards Willow.
Gunn, Angel, and Wesley automatically stepped in Darla's path. When Willow saw this she got pissed, 'Hey! I can take care of my self, bad ass wicca here!'
Pushing past them, she walked up to stand in front of Darla. Angel tried to grab her arm but Willow quickly shook him off. Darla looked into the eyes of the redhead in front of her and laughed, "Oh, I like this one! She's got fire, I think that you'll be fun to play with."
With that Darla turned and ran out of the building. As the doors shut, the yelling started up again. Gunn and Wesley were yelling about how she was *supposed* to be gone and Fred just wanted to know who the *hell* she was.
"What were you thinking?" Angel screamed at Willow.
Willow turned and looked at him sharply. Her eyes became slits as she yelled at him, "Excuse me?"
Angel backed off as he saw the normally quiet and sweet redhead's eyes burn with anger, "I am not a little girl! I'm a very *powerful* and *feared* witch, the one who put your soul *back* if you don't remember. I've face countless vampires and demons! So don't even *think* about lecturing me! Alright?"
Angel was speechless but Willow didn't even seem to care. She turned on her heal and headed back into the office.
Turning to Wesley, Gunn, and Fred, Angel said, "I screwed up didn't I?"
The three of them just gave him looks of pity. Angel sighed and headed towards the office. He was surprised to find that he could even get to the door, something was holding him back.
"And don't even think of coming in here!" Willow screamed from the office.
"You're holding me back?" Angel said incredulous.
"Like I said *POWERFUL* witch!" Willow said and then the office door slammed shut.
"Dude, you *really* pissed her off," came a voice filled with awe from the elevator.
Everyone turned to see Spike and Dylan stepping out of the elevator.
"You stupid poof! What did you do know," Spike said, angry that Angel had pissed off his friend.
Angel quickly explained to them what had happened. To his, and everyone else's, surprise Dylan started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Angel asked, concerned that she'd gone insane.
"I've barley known her a day and *I* know better than to do something like that!" Dylan said, still laughing.
Spike couldn't help but laugh at that and soon the rest of Angel's co-workers were laughing too. Angel just stood there and looked at them like they were crazy. All of his friends, plus Dylan and Spike, where holding their sides while they laughed.
"Have you all gone insane?" Angel asked, clearly not getting the joke.
Wesley was the first to recover and then turned to Dylan and asked, "Just wondering, who are you?"
Dylan and Spike proceeded to fill them in on who she was. Angel took this opportunity to slip away and go back to his room. 'I am *not* going to brood. I do not *brood*, I think. Damnit I'm going to brood.'
Angel walked into his room and pulled off his shirt.
"Mmm, there's a site that never gets old," came Darla's voice from the bed.
"Darla, what are you doing in here?" Angel growled.
"I was just thinking about the last time I saw you," Darla said as she ran a finger down his chest.
~Downstairs~
Willow walked out of the office to find Dylan sitting on the front desk talking to Wesley.
"That's not even possible, I *know* that you're making that up," Dylan said as Wesley told her about Pylia.
"No, he's not," Fred said as she joined the conversation.
Dylan just gave her a disbelieving look.
"I was trapped there for ten years," Fred said, ending the argument.
"Damn, that sucks," Dylan then went on to have a long conversation with Fred about being captured by demons.
Spike, meanwhile, was talking shop with Gunn, "Naw, the broad sword could beat the shit out of that bloody axe,"
"No way! This axe has seen some hard times. My boys made it for me," Gunn said as he admired his axe.
"Blah deeh blah, a sword will *always* do a better job than an axe!" Spike kept saying.
"I'm gonna have to go with Gunn here," Cordy said as she smiled up and *her* man, "an axe had better grips *and* is easier to throw. Now only that but it's thicker, there for harder to break."
Spike looked at the ex-cheerleader that he had thought to be an airhead, "Alright, I'll give you that. Let's hear what you can do with it."
The two smiled as they started telling Spike all the things they'd killed with it.
Willow went over to Wes and asked, "Where's Angel?"
"He went up stairs I believe," Wesley smiled at the young woman.
"Thanks," Willow said as she started up the stairs. She was on Angel's floor in no time and walked up to his door. She stopped there and wiped her sweaty palms on her pants.
"Sorry that I freaked out on you, no. Um, sorry that I was such a bitch, no. You shouldn't have done that, shit no! Grr," Willow finally gave up and just walked into his room.
She stopped short with the sight that assaulted her eyes. Angel and Darla, on the bed. They were on the bed, together and they were. . . they were having sex. They were having sex! THEY WERE HAVING SEX!
"What the hell!" Willow screamed.
Angel's head shot up when he heard Willow scream. He looked at her face, a vision of horror, and tried to say something, "Willow. . "
Darla laughed as she saw her childe try to explain to the young redhead, "Hello sweet heart."
"You. . BITCH!" Willow screamed, her voice full of hatred.
Angel jumped as the woman in his arms turned to dust in his fingers. He looked over at Willow to find her eyes, totally black. Suddenly the dust found form again and Darla was back, obviously startled.
"You know what, you two deserve each other!" Willow screamed as she simply disappeared in front of their eyes.
~Part: 8~
Spike woke up and wiggled his toes, only to find that there was something *on* his toes. A half asleep Spike looked down at said toes, which were covered by the sheet, and quickly pulled the sheet away. To his surprise he didn’t just uncover his toes, he uncovered a very naked woman sleeping on his very naked chest.
“You’re kidding me right? I get lucky, in who knows how long, and I don’t even remember it?” Spike said in a disbelieving tone.
“Mmm, cold. . sheet back. . Now,” came the sleep muffled voice of the woman sleeping on him.
Trying to place the face of the woman on him Spike remembered the night before. Suddenly the events from the last twelve hours flashed through his head and he smiled. He remembered Dylan bitching out Buffy, the car ride to L.A., the fact that she was interested in him, and getting smashed to all hell, but he *didn’t* remember anything after elevator ride up to their flat.
“I drank entirely way to much alcohol last night,” Spike said aloud and then groaned at what he must have forgotten.
“Cold!” came the insistent reply from the woman on his chest but this time it was followed with two thumps of her fist.
Spike chuckled and the rumbling of his chest woke up his chest’s occupant. With sleep muddled eyes she looked up at him and said, “Good morning sun shine.”
“Mornin’ to you too pet,” Spike said with a laugh, “You wouldn’t happen to remember me fucking the hell out of you last night, would you?”
“Hmm?” Dylan said, obviously confused.
“Notice the lack of clothing or knickers pet,” Spike said as he motioned to them with his head.
“I sleep in the nude,” Dylan said as if that answered everything.
“Yeah well me too, so what?” Spike said, not putting two and two together.
“We fell asleep, I sleep in the nude,” Dylan said slowly.
“Oh,” Spike said dumbly, “Well I guess that makes since then.”
“That bleach really did get to your head didn’t it?” Dylan said incredulously.
“Oh shut up.”
Dylan stood up, not at all fazed by their current nudity, and started to get dressed.
“Well that’s just plain mean pet,” Spike said from the bed.
Dylan looked over her shoulder as she pulled on her pants, “What do ya mean?”
“Well I woke up to a naked body all wrapped up on me and I don’t even get laid. That’s just plain mean,” Spike said as if she was being *very* rude.
“Sorry, it takes more than a couple vodka tonics, hold the tonic, to get me in the sack. You actually gotta work for me.”
“Well that sucks,” Spike said as he too got up and pulled on his pants.
“Commando?” Dylan said with a little bit of surprise.
“I like to feel free,” Spike said with the quirk of an eyebrow.
“Yeah, plus the fact that you could see *anything* if you wore them under those. *I* don’t even wear pants that tight,” Dylan said with a laugh.
“Than you should see the leather ones pet,” Spike said with a smirk.
Dylan couldn’t even think of a witty come back, the thought of Spike in leather pants was just *way* too much for her to handle.
Dylan and Spike both jumped as they heard yelling coming from down stairs. Turning to Spike, and putting on her bra, Dylan said in a bored voice, “Check it out?”
“Check it out,” came Spike’s equally bored reply as he shook his head.
Dylan threw Spike a black shirt as she grabbed her own and the two quickly shuffled down the hall to where the elevator shaft was located. Dylan pushed the button for the lobby and pulled her shirt on over her head. The doors opened and the two boarded easily as Dylan let out an exasperated, “Damnit!”
Quirking an eyebrow Spike asked curiously, “What?”
“I put my shirt on backwards,” Dylan said as she proceeded to pull her arms into the shirt and twist it around until it was facing the correct way.
“You could have just taken the bloody thing off and put it back on again,” Spike said, still confused at how she had done her previous motion.
“And give you *another* free show I don’t –“ The rest of Dylan’s sentence was cut off as they clearly heard Willow screaming at Angel. The doors of to the elevator opened and they got the full brunt of Willow’s anger.
Like I said *POWERFUL* witch!"
They heard the office door slam shut as Willow denied him further access.
"Dude, you *really* pissed her off," Dylan said incredulously.
"You stupid poof! What did you do know," Spike said, angry that Angel had pissed off his friend.
Angel quickly explained to them what had happened. ‘Okay, there is a vampire who was brought back after being dusted and by Angel for that matter. All right, that’s just trippy. No, you are going to take this one thing at a time. Fist of all, bitch him out about Willow, and then you can get the four-one-one on this bitch from hell. . .literally. Hey, I do the dot, dot, dot thing in my head, cool! No! Focus Dylan, focus.’
Dylan couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at her own thoughts, ‘Okay, I *really* need some caffeine or else they’re gonna be thinking that I’m on drugs or something.’
"What's so funny?" Angel said, obviously scared for her sanity.
‘Oh shit. Cover; need cover,’ deciding on her cover Dylan said, "I've barley known her a day and *I* know better than to do something like that!"
‘I think that this girl is fucking tweaking out. No, I’ve been with her all morning and I haven’t smelled anything. Oh great, she’s probably one of those people who get all tweeky without their caffeine,’ a random image of Dylan bouncing around in a bunny outfit popped into Spike’s head and he was down for the count. Laughing just as hard as Dylan, he was sure that they would all think that they had gone completely nutters.
The laughter was contagious and soon all the members of Angel Investigations, minus Angel, were having a well-needed laugh. The fact of the matter was that there hadn’t really been reason to laugh in so long that now that they were laughing, they couldn’t stop.
"Have you all gone insane?" Angel asked, clearly not getting the joke because there really wasn’t one.
Wesley recovered first, the British in him kicking in. He looked over at Dylan with a straight face and said, "Just wondering, who are you?"
Spike and Dylan shared an, ‘oh great’ look and filled the AI crew in on who Dylan was. Dylan also gave them a little background information on where she had been the last four years. They barley registered the fact that Angel was heading upstairs to, obviously, do some brooding.
After explaining to them about Dylan, where she’d been, and how she got out, they lapsed into comfortable conversation.
Sitting on the front desk, Dylan listened to Wesley talk about Pylia, "That's not even possible, I *know* that you're making that up."
"No, he's not," Fred said as she joined the conversation.
Dylan just gave her a disbelieving look.
"I was trapped there for ten years," Fred said, ending the argument.
"Damn, that sucks," Dylan, “God, what is with demons and the whole kidnapping and making human slaves thing?”
Fred just shrugged and said, “I don’t know but it’s getting *really* old.”
“They should think up a new idea, maybe making them sing the sound of music,” Dylan said, getting Fred to laugh again, “So, how did you get sucked into this Pylia place?”
“By exactly that, I got sucked in by a portal,” Fred said, explaining about the book.
Willow walked out of the office and looked from Dylan, Wesley, and Fred, over to where Spike, Gunn, and Cordy were arguing.
"Naw, the broad sword could beat the shit out of that bloody axe," Spike said, waving is hand dismissively at Gunn.
"No way! This axe has seen some hard times. My boys made it for me," Gunn said as he admired his axe.
"Blah deeh blah, a sword will *always* do a better job than an axe!" Spike kept saying.
"I'm gonna have to go with Gunn here," Cordy said as she smiled up and *her* man, "an axe had better grips *and* is easier to throw. Now only that but it's thicker, there for harder to break."
Spike looked at the ex-cheerleader that he had thought to be an airhead, "Alright, I'll give you that. Let's hear what you can do with it."
Smiling Cordy and Gunn told Spike about the various demons they had sliced and diced with it.
Willow walked over to Wes, who was observing Dylan and Fred’s conversation and asked, “Where's Angel?"
Smiling at the young woman, Wes replied, “He went up stairs I believe.”
“Thanks,” Willow said as she headed up the stairs.
The occupants of the lobby went on with their conversations, knowing that Willow and Angel needed to talk. All of their conversations stopped mid-sentence as they heard Willow scream, “WHAT THE HELL!"
Shaking her head, Dylan started for the stairs and said, “Damn, that boy is just pissing her off today.”
They all stopped short as they run up behind Willow and saw Angel *on top* of Darla.
“You. . BITCH!" Willow screamed, her voice full of hatred.
They all gasped as Darla turned to dust in Angel’s arms. After a few seconds the dust found form and Darla was back, looking startled.
"You know what, you two deserve each other!" Willow screamed as she simply disappeared in front of their eyes.
“Holy shit!”
“Oh dear lord!”
“Son’ bitch!”
“Oh my god!”
“Bloody hell!”
“Oh. .oh dear!”
Were all heard at the same time as they looked at the place where Willow had currently stood. Their gazes shifted and suddenly they were all looking at Angel and Darla.
“You son of a bitch! What the hell is your problem?” Dylan screamed at the dark vampire as she lunged at him.
Spike caught her around the waist and held the ferociously fighting girl back as he glared at the souled vampire.
~Part: 9~
“Get off of me! I swear to god, I’m gonna kill him! Somebody give me a stake! Spike let go of me!” Dylan yelled, furious, as she struggled to get out of Spike’s hold.
“Yeah Blondie, let her go. I wanna see her stake this undead, lying, son of a bitch’s ass!” Cordy told Spike as she glared at her boss. ‘Make that *former* boss,’ Cordy thought angrily.
Surprising all of them, Fred walked out of Wesley’s loose hold, up to Angel, and slapped him. “You no good monster! That is the. . *thing* that was loose last year! The *thing* that could have killed anyone of the people here in this room and *did* kill. . a lot of people an-and still does!” Fred yelled at the shocked vampire.
“Well yeah, I am a *vampire*,” Darla said in a voice that she would have used on someone who was slow. She didn’t look shocked anymore but her body was still obviously tense.
“Look, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you man but I’m getting the hell outta here. I remember last year and it *sucked*. I’m not gonna let you pull us around on some leash again! So pick, right now, where do your loyalties stand?” Gunn asked, taking control of the situation.
“Look, guys, it’s-“
“I didn’t ask for an excuse, I asked for an answer,” Gunn said, stone faced, cutting Angel off.
“I’m not going evil. I just. . .I’m not sure how this happened. I was just upset and then I came up here and Darla was here," Angel said hopelessly.
“Screw this,” Dylan said, wrenching out from Spike’s hold, “You guys can stay here and listen to him make up some sappy excuse but *I* am gonna go and try and find Willow.”
“I’m with her,” Cordy said, raising her hand as she followed the brunette out of the room.
“Fuck you Peaches,” Spike said as he left.
“Yeah, you guys have, uh, fun,” Gunn said in a disgusted tone as he, too, left.
Shaking her head Fred turned and left without a word.
“When you’ve decided which team you’re going to play for, and you’re sure this time, you know where we’ll be,” Wesley said, following his girlfriend.
Angel just sat there, dumb-founded, as he watched the most important people in his life file out of his room. He had *royally* fucked up. Cordy, his best friend, had turned her back on him, along with Gunn, Wes, and Fred. Fred! He remembered when she practically worshiped him for saving her from Pylia. Then there was Dylan and Spike. He thought that maybe he would be able to have a better relationship with his grand-childe this time around but he had messed that up too. Dylan, hell he barley knew her, but she reminded him of Faith in a lot of ways and from what he had heard, she was pretty damn smart too. Now, here he was, alone in his room with Darla still laying beneath him and smiling like she just ate the canary.
“Get out.”
“What?” Darla asked, disbelieving, as her eyes got huge.
Shifting off of her, he pushed her to the ground, “Get your clothes and get out. Don’t come back or else I *will* stake you.”
Darla shuffled around, grabbed her clothing, and quickly got dressed but now without sending Angel and evil glare as she left. Now he was truly alone.
~Part: 10~
Dylan ran down the stairs, barely noticing the people following behind her. She finally reached the lobby and ran behind the desk, looking around for something.
“Damnit!” Dylan cried angrily as she came up with nothing.
“Yo, what’cho lookn’ for girl?” Gunn asked as Dylan looked around angrily.
“Markifarita root. Got any?” Dylan said, turning all her attention on him.
“Yes, I have some in my office,” Welsey said, leading Dylan into his office.
Gunn, for one, was glad to have her eyes off of him. Her eyes had held an intensity that he had never seen before. When he had talked and joked with her earlier, they had been light and laughing. Now they held confidence, anger, and intelligence. She was fixed on doing that one thing and it was obvious that *no one* would get in her way.
Turning, Gunn saw her leave Wesley’s office with a bag of roots. She hopped up onto the table and took the bowl that Wes handed her. Throwing the roots into the bowl, she pulled out a lighter and set them on fire. Gunn could smell the thick aroma and could see the dark green smoke that it was giving off.
“Spike go get one of Willow’s shirts,” Dylan commanded.
Without hesitation, Spike ran up the stairs and up to Willow’s floor. Spike barely noticed Angel, alone, in his room as he passed by the doorway. Entering Willow’s room, he blinding reached for one of her shirts and was running out of the door. He ran passed Angel’s doorway, not noticing as the older vampire sat with alone, looking broken. He rushed down the stairs into the lobby and handed the shirt to Dylan.
“Here,” Spike said hastily as he handed the dark blue t-shirt to Dylan.
“Stand back,” were her only words of caution as she started to chant.
“K’ye haffy, molatic
armya
N’yahem caritia
monviam
Thato’sa mariam
lafe’ia!”
They were all thrown backwards the contents of the bowl exploded. Picking themselves up from the floor, they watched as Dylan, unharmed, set down the bowl, hopped off the table, and stood in front of a glowing green ball of energy.
“What the hell is that?” Gunn asked as he pointed to the sphere.
“It’s a m’haim ball,” Dylan answered quickly.
“A ma-flam ball?” Gunn repeated, confused.
“No a m’haim ball. It’s Glarshloc magick, I picked it up when I was stuck in that cave,” Dylan said, looking at Gunn with those intense eyes again.
“What does this, m‘haim ball do?” Fred asked as she moved to examine it.
“It’s pretty much a tracking ball. Since we put Willow’s shirt into the mix it’ll find her and all we have to do is go with it,” Dylan explained, “but I wouldn’t touch it if I were you.”
Fred quickly pulled her hand back and asked, “Why?”
“It’s a glowing ball of magick. The only one who can possess is the one who summoned it, that’d be me,” Dylan said, reaching out and grabbing the mystical orb when it started to movie forward.
“What’s it doing?” Spike asked as he noticed it twitching in her hand.
“It’s pulled towards Willow and it’s trying to get to her,” Dylan said with difficulty, the orb was pulling harder. Suddenly Dylan was propelled backwards as the orb tried to get out of her grasp. She flew back and hit the weapon’s cabinet, shattering the glass.
“Fuck! Dylan, are you okay?” Spike said, rushing forward and kneeling down next to her.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. We’re just lucky I’ve got a good grip,” Dylan replied as she sat up.
“Forget about the bloody orb. You need to sit down,” Spike said, trying to pick her up.
Shaking off Spike she stood up, looking unharmed. “We *have* to find Willow. She was using some serious magicks back there. She dusted Darla and brought her back with out even batting an eyelash. Her emotions are running on high and that’s not a good thing when you have a witch as powerful as her. The magick I’m using is minor, just some old, folk magick.”
“I’m going to have to agree with Dylan on this. What Willow did back there is supposed to be impossible. She’s done some amazing things but that doesn’t mean that her magick can’t be used for evil too. I know that Willow’s strong but her eyes were black, completely black. That means that the magick inside of her is either trying to take over or already has. We need to find her as soon as possible and try and defuse the situation,” Cordy said, surprising them all by knowing what she was talking about. Seeing their surprised looks she just shrugged her shoulders and said, “What? I paid attention in magick one-o-one.”
“Thank you Cordy,” Dylan said with a smile, “Spike, grab my right hand. Wes, hold onto my hip and grab Fred’s hand. Fred, grab Gunn’s hand and Gunn grab Cordy’s. Cordy, obviously, grab Spike’s hand.”
The group complied, though obviously confused. Wesley moved forward and grabbed onto her leather-clad hip and grabbed Fred’s trembling hand. Gunn, noticing how shaking both girls were, grabbed Fred’s hand and then Cordy’s giving it a reassuring squeeze. Cordy, summoning all of her courage, grabbed Spike’s hand and gave Gunn a thankful smile. On the other hand, Spike wasn’t happy about this at all. He understood that this wasn’t really powerful magick but he still didn’t like the thought of Dylan getting hurt, if not by the magick she was doing then an out of control Willow. ‘Aww fuck, I *am* turning into the Poof. Speaking of which, where the hell is that prick? He would have heard the explosion and Dylan hitting the weapons cabinet.’
“Uh Spike?” Dylan asked shocking him out of his thoughts and holding out her hand for him to take.
“Yeah, I’m here pet. What is this gonna do anyways?” He asked, just before slipping his hand into hers.
Smiling a reassuring smile, she said, “Find Willow.”
Before Spike could say anything, she had grabbed his hand. At first he just felt her warm hand holding his and saw Dylan, Wes, Fred, Gunn, and Cordy standing in a circle. But only seconds after she grabbed his hand, everything went blurry. He felt like he was being sucked into an incredibly tight space, with all the room in the world. He could still feel Dylan’s hand but it was almost as if it were in a different place, a different time. He realized that his eyes were closed and he opened them...only to find the AI lobby all around but tinged in green.
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