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Love is Forever (Part 10)
By Marj
angelus03(at)yahoo.com

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Buffyverse, the only thing I own is my imagination. :)

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Part Ten

Joyce walked cautiously home. There were such things as Vampires? Giles had explained everything. She finally understood her daughter, but it was too late. She decided that she would read the whole diary to help her understand who her daughter really was. Before she had left Giles had gave her millions of crosses. Her pockets where bulging with them.

She couldn’t believe this was all happening. One moment her life was normal, and now…every things changed.

Her daughter, and her daughters boyfriend were evil vampires. Wonderful. As she walked home she couldn’t help but think of her little 17 year old daughter having sex with a handsome 242 year old vampire she had only met once. She sighed as she took her keys out and stuck them in the lock. She stopped for a second, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around slowly. In front of her was Buffy, vamped out and everything.

"Hi Mom."

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Willow, Jenny, Oz, and Giles sat in the library in silence. Giles had just explained everything to Oz and Jenny, and had just told Willow about Cordelia’s death.

Willow sighed softly, and pushed her terrible thoughts behind her. "We have to find the curse." She said breaking the silence. Giles looked at her blankly.

"I wish we knew how." He said, sighing softly.

"Well, we will just have to find out how. And we better hurry up!" She said firmly.

"Well, we better get to work then." Jenny said in her ready to do anything tone. She said heading into the stacks.

"That’s the spirit!" Willow said. "Come on, we got find this curse, and curse our vampirettes! The more time we waste, the more people they kill. So, get your butt’s out of that velcrow chair, and let’s find it!" She yelled at a very stunned Oz, and Giles.

"O-Oh k." Oz said, a little afraid he might anger her more. She nodded, and headed into the world of books.

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Oz looked through what seemed like the hundredth book that night. His eyes tiredly skimming the page, and then the one after.

Something suddenly caught his tired eyes. "The spell of Restoration." He mumbled to himself, as he read over the spell. It was it! It was the stupid spell they had all been looking for all night! Exiting out of the stacks, he ran down the stairs, and stuck the book in Giles’ face. "I found it!" He yelled, nearly deafening the man.

Giles grabbed the book from him, and skimmed the page quickly. His face lit up as he read it. "This it! Oh, good job, Oz!" He said cheerfully. His slayer and her vampire lover would finally be back! He read over what they needed for the spell, and ran into his office to get the supplies. "Orb of Thessula, and herbs." He mumbled to himself, as he took the things carefully off the shelf. He put them down on his desk and sat down, and looked over the spell. It was a lot to read, and he knew it would not be unknown to Buffy, and Angel with the psychic vampire, Drusilla. There was so many things that could go wrong, so many things that he still could not find. He did not know how they were going to pull this of, but he was going to make it happen.

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Buffy sat across from Angel in the garden, her foot outstretched toward him. "Rub my feet?" She asked with a cute smile.

"Of course, anything for you, love." He said with a grab of her small foot. He kissed each toe individually, making her sigh softly. Then he started massaging her right foot, rubbing his fingers over her sensitive muscles in small circles.

"Mmm, that feels good." She said softly.

"Good." He said kissing up her leg, her tiny leather skirt giving him easy access. He lay comfortably on top of her, and kissed her neck, nipping it with his fangs lightly. The blood slowly tickled Down her neck, and across her collar bone. He licked it up, like a cat licking at a saucer of milk. He kissed the wound slowly, and watched as it healed with in seconds.

He jumped off her quickly, he looked around frantically. She looked at him strangely. "What is wrong?" She said, taking his hand, and standing up next to him.

"I’ll be right back." He said, almost as if he was talking to himself. He ran out of the room, without another word.

"Oh well." She sighed, and sat back down on the velvet couch, that oddly enough sat in the middle of the garden.

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"Dru!" Angel called as he swiftly came into Spike and Dru’s room. Spike was out doing something with his flunkies, so Dru was alone. She lay on the ground, shaking, and convulsing. "Dru, are you okay. Talk to me sweetheart." He said, as he laid her down on the bed.

"Angel, something bad is going to happen. Something horrible is going to happen to you and Buffy. You have to stop them!" She cried, grabbing at his arm.

"Who do I have to stop, Drusilla?" He said, petting her head softly, trying to calm her. She looked in the distance for a second.

"Buffy’s old friends, the librian, the guitarist, my gypsy relative, and the young computer girl. They have the spell, Angel." She hissed, staring straight at him with empty, but worried eyes. "You have to do something, my Angel." She whispered, letting her finger tips slide over his cheek.

"I will." He promised. "Thank you, Dru." He said, kissing the back of her hand, and walking out of the room. She smiled as he left the room, always happy to help her dark sire.

He walked back into the garden to see Buffy fast asleep on the couch. He would talk to her about it later tonight, it could wait. He picked her up, trying not to wake her, and carried her into their room. He laid her down carefully on the purple, velvet sheets, and took off her jacket. He brought the covers up to her neck, and crawled into bed with her. She yawned, and cuddled up next to him. "Good night, Angel." She said softly. He smirked, and kissed the top of her head.

"Goodnight, Buffy." He whispered in her ear, trying to push his worry’s behind him so he could sleep.

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He did not know how they had done it, but the spell was finally set up. All they need to do now, was perform the spell. "Willow, we almost ready over there?" Giles asked, handing Oz another stick of incense to burn.

"Almost, just need to setup the orb." She said, placing a large round crystal, in a basket filled with crimson velvet cloth. She smiled as she adjusted the orb, so it faced upright. Angel and Buffy would be back, but devastated. She cringed when she thought of the things that could happen. One of them could commit suicide, both of them could! They might kill each other, they might go insane, or they might swear to never see each other ever again. Stop it Willow! she thought to herself. She sighed softly, it would definitely be hard.

"Ready over here." She said, turning to Giles. He came over, and inspected her work. "Very well done. Well, let’s get this show on the road." He said softly, with a twinge of worry. He took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes, slipped them back on, and picked up a pile of papers. Oz lit his incense stick up, and waved it around a bit, letting the sweet, mystic smell seep into the room. While Willow did the same with a pot of herbs. She sat on the table over the orb. Jenny, standing next Willow, held book from which she would read the spell after Giles was done reading some Latin.

Giles looked at the papers, whispering a short prayer that this would work. He then started to recite the introduction to the spell….

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Buffy slowly sat up in bed. Her head was all tingly, and she did not feel well. I thought vampires could not get sick! she thought to herself. She suddenly felt a tearing feeling in her stomach, and she felt dizzy. She grabbed on to a nearby chair, but fell over anyway. The last thing she saw was darkness as Angel ran over to her side about 30 seconds too late.

"Buffy?" He whispered, running his fingers through her hair. He shook her lightly, in hope to wake her from unconsciousness. He breathed air into his not needed lungs sharply as he felt a tearing feeling in his stomach. He knew the feeling all too well, he was too late. There was nothing he could do now as he slipped in to unconsciousness, falling right next to Buffy.

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Willow watched in awe as the orb glowed bright gold’s, and yellows that filled the room. It went out, and then glowed once more, before it disappeared into thin air. She gasped, and looked around the room, just to make sure everyone saw that. Oz just stared at the orb, not able to move.

"Wow." He said, putting it simply. "I am guessing that means that it worked?" He asked, turning to the brainiac in the room, Giles.

"Yes, Oz. That means it worked." He responded, with a proud, and happy smile on his face. "That means it worked." He said again.

"So, what do we do now?" Willow asked.

"We go home, and get some sleep. Some very much needed sleep." He said, starting to clean up the mess they had made.

"Do you want us to help, Rupert?" Misses Calendar asked.

"No thanks, I think I will just be fine." He responded. "You can all go home." He said, smiling to himself as he walked into his office.

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To be continued...?

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