Angel's Return: Part 7
by Angelica Fire
Spike, Dru, Buff, Xander, Cordy, Willow, Giles, Oz, Sunnydale etc. belong to the omnipotent WB, Mutant Enemy and Joss. All hail Joss!!!~

I am but an insignificant fan fic writer. I own only Syphil, Angelica, and Zenora and Billy and Jane.

Oh, and check out my site: http://fireworkz.cjb.net. There, you'll find an *epilogue* to this story... plus sneak previews and more!



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Part Seven

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Cordelia and Willow... were not Cordelia and Willow. (As you may have guessed now.)

They had gone shopping, as you thought. And they had returned. They returned minus one thing they had gone off with. They returned without a freewill. They returned, possesed.

The weird entities that possesed them wanted them to capture the whole school.

And they will.

5 "*"

The time is 7:31. School had started a moment ago.

Willow was busy teaching at her class. Cordelia was at class. Xander, Buffy, Oz and Giles were stuck anywhere but not in class; they were stuck inside some freaky plants.

"Full house!" Willow beamed. Everyone in her class were present today. "Today, I am going to show you the new computer lab the school built." Willow exclaimed. Some strange light flared up in her eyes.

No one objected. No one responded. Usual morning class behaviors.

"Well, follow me." Willow nearly laughed.

Her class followed her like zombies.

They reached the grove of trees blocking the many wo/men-swallowing plants. Willow smiled and said, "Wait here. I'm going to check... um on the electricity and everything."

She disappeared into the trees, leaving her class behind.

When she reached there, she started waving her hands, motioning for the plant things to rise from the earth.

She had just started, when she was stopped.

She was stopped by an adolescene with blood red hair and incredibly green eyes. She was knocked unconscious, by this red haired girl.

The red-head tied Willow up, making sure that she wouldn't be able to escape. She placed the unconscious Willow by a willow tree. Then, she metamorphosed her appearance into Willow's.

She walked through the grove of trees and to Willow's class.

"Ah. It's not finished." She tersely stated. "Sorry for the disappointment. We'll have to go back to class."

There was no whining. Only zombie like footsteps following the Willow-imposter.

The Willow-imposter got back to class. She looked over Willow's lesson plans. Unable to comprehend her precise technical notes, she said, "It's a free day. You can do whatever you want on the computers."

The Willow-imposter went into an adjoining room. She shut the door. Then, she took out a cell phone and called Drusilla.

"Zenora?" Drusilla said into the phone.

"Yes. Listen, we've got to get into some drastic action." Zenora said.

"I know!" Drusilla whined.

"Snap out of it! We both have big items at stake here."

Drusilla sobbed. "We got in a fight last night about Angelica."

"I'm sure it wasn't pleasant. But, what exactly was your plan?"

There was a pause. "We kill Angelica. With the aid of the slayer"

"You're sure that would stop Syphil from returning?"

"Yes." Drusilla stated surely. "Syphil will be stuck in the other realm with Angels... forever."

"Please don't call Angelica and Angelus angels."

Drusilla laughed.

Zenora hung up.

She went back to her class. She nearly laughed when she realized she was still wearing the tight mini-skirt and blouse she was wearing when she was in her original form. She had forgotten to change her clothes!

Fortunately, no one noticed.

"This is Spike." Spike said to the ouija board, "Syphil, will you please answer?"

The indicator began to move. Spike jumped back. He is still not used to the fact of the ouija board being really possesed. It actually moved despite the fact that his hand wasn't on or near it to porpell it.

It stopped at H. Then at I. "Hi."

"It's about time." Spike complained, "Now, about Angelica."

I. N. S. U. R. E. "Insure." Spike said

M. Y. "my."

S. A. F. E. "safe"

P. A. S. S. A. G. E. "passage"

A. N. D. "and"

S. H. E. "she"

W. I. L. L. "will"

L. I. V. E. "live."

"You mean your passage from the other realm back to earth, with those energy plant things?" Spike asked.

Y. E .S. "Yes."

"How exactly am I supposed to ensure your safe passage?" Spike asked.

K. I. L. L. "Kill"

D. R. U. "Drusilla..." Spike finished for Syphil, speechlessly.

S. I. L. L. A. The indicator continued to roam around the board, just to get the message fully across to Spike.

Spike just made it to the Guiness' Book of World Records for being the palest vampire known.




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