Angelus and Buffy came down from his former self's apartment into the top level of the Bronze, and then to the main dance floor. "Hopefully, tonight will be as quiet as last night.", Buffy offered. The just waking up Angelus said, "Maybe it'll be as loud as your night with me? Rrrr-ruff." The comment made her lose a step, and she bumped into someone signifigantly shorter than her.
"Dammit bitch, watch where you're going!", the little kid told her. "Go sell your ass somewhere else.", Kyle advised. Buffy stared down at the kids. Stan, Cartman, and Kyle stood next to Kenny ever dressed in a parka despite Sunnydale's hot climate.
Stan slapped Kyle on the back of his head. "Don't be so rude, she won't let you suck on those tits of hers." Kyle turned to Buffy, "How much, bitch? I got my allowance yesterday.", he explained. Angelus clucked his tongue. "Children, children. Buffy's nipples don't get hard for just anyone. You have to be a blood sucking monster from beyond the grave. She's likes dead people, you know."
Buffy stormed out of the Bronze. "You see if you can keep a monster from kicking your ass, Angel.", she said as she left. "Hey, wait up, bitch!", Angelus called out while following her.
"What the hell do Jews know about tits?", Kyle asked Stan. "Cartman's tits are bigger than that bitch's.", the child stated. "I'm don't have tits, dammit!", Cartman protested. "Yes, you do.", Kyle countered. Kyle grabbed a hand full of Cartman's chest. "All fat asses like you have tits.", he told him.
Cartman slapped the hand away. "I'm not fat, I'm big boned, Goddammit!", Cartman protested. "No, a whale is big boned. But even a whale can see that you are a fatty fat ass." Then Kenny said...er, something.
"No way, dude!", Stan said. "That guy was not a vampire.", Cartman said. Kenny's eyes became desperate. One of the Bronze patrons put on their vampire face, lifted Kenny off the ground, and sucked the blood right out of him. "Oh my God!", Kyle yelled. "They killed Kenny!" The vampire returned to normal and dabbed the blood from his mouth with a napkin.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHH!", the kids yelled as the ran away from their freind's body. In the crowd, the short kids lost their way, and ran smack into the bar. With a grunt the children landed on the floor.
"Well, hello children.", Chef (who was bartending for the moment) said. "Quick, do you know anything about vampires?", Kyle asked him. "Oh, yeah.", Chef said in his deep voice. "Slayin' a vampire is like makin' sweet love to a beautiful woman." "Huh?", the children asked.
"Well, first you have to get a good grip on your stake.", Chef explained. "Then you have to thrust it, HARD, right up into the creature's heart. Then that fine specimin will shatter in your arms." "Thanks chef.", the kids said in unison. "Uhhh, huuuhh.", Chef continued singing. "I want to, uh, lick up and down your ffffaaaangs." "Chef", Kyle interrupted. "I can visit you in your sweet, sweet, sweaty lair in the day tiiiiime.", Chef continued. "Chef!", Kyle yelled at him. "Oh, uh thank you children.", Chef apologized.
Angelus came back into the Bronze. "Damn that blonde. Can't even wait up for a guy!", he mumbled to himself. "I'm gonna have to borrow Spike's car at her pace. Well, it's not like HE's gonna be driving anywhere soon.", he said. Then he really laughed.
Out on the dance floor, surrounded by a crowd so thick Angelus could barely see through it, Oz and Willow were dancing. Well, not dancing per se...more like making a straight to video mature movie. Willow rode Oz's leg, while he clutched her to him and buried his head in her bosom. "Man,", Angelus began. "If Catherine could cast spells like that, I really do wish I was Amy's dad. And not just for the incest."
* * *
"You made freinds with Spike and Druscilla!", Giles yelled at the Brain. "Yes.", the mouse said. "They were very sociable, especially to Pinky. And that's somewhat of a miracle."
"But they are th-th-the local vampire kings...queens...queens and kings...oh, you know what I'm saying!", Giles exhaled. "You mean to say that Spike wasn't joking?", the Brain asked innocently. Giles yanked off his glasses and glared at the Brain. "You mean he TOLD you he was a vampire king, and you and Pinky...where's Pinky?"
"Out playing with Druscilla!", the Brain answered loudly. Just as the two Watchers turned to the door, Pinky walked in. "Pinky, are you all right?", the Brain asked his Slayer. "I think so Brain, but what DO you get when you cross an iguana and an orangatang?", Pinky answered before collapsing into Giles hand. "I'll take that as 'I'll heal'.", the Brain said.
"Oh, Brain.", Pinky continued in a slightly dream like state. "We had the lovliest game of catch." "Auhm, what did you throw?", Giles asked hesitantly. "Each other.", Pinky answered. "It was hard balancing Spike's chair on one wheel though. I wish I could of gone to dinner with them. But they told me that they didn't want a mouse on the table tonight."
"Go to sleep, Pinky.", the Brain said. "It seems I'll have to do more research than I had anticipated.", the mouse Watcher said while glaring at his human counterpart.
* * *
"I think that reverses the 'rekindling' spell my mom tried on Dad.", Amy said to Ms. Calander. The two were standing in the circle the crowd of teenagers had formed around Oz and Willow. The couple, still holding each other, grogilly came out of there haze. "What happened?", Oz asked. "Look around.", Ms. Calander instructed.
The two teens caught the image of Oz's outer shirt on the floor. He had Willow's ever present outer sweater around his neck. Willow's skirt was also pulled up to just where her shirt began to accent her physique, showing that her leggings did go all the way up. Willow turned her own particular shade of red, while Oz aknowledged-"Oh." Willow ran out of the Bronze, fumbling her skirt lower. "I'd better go after her.", Oz excused before leaving as well.
Angelus grabbed Ms. Calander in an overly brotherly hug. "Yeah, he better if he wants to get that van a rockin'.", the vampire agreed. "I guess I'll just have to settle for Jenny here to entertain me for the night.", he continued. "Let go of me, Angel.", Ms. Calander asked him, still uninformed of Angelus' reasons for patrolling for the group during this Witch's Revenge.
"Ah, you know you want it...", Angelus hissed. "And besides, it's not like there's a blonde power girl to keep you out of my bed." Amy's eyes turned black as she started chanting. "Uh oh.", escaped Angelus' lips. "Forces that guard those dead that rest, remove this gyspy from her pest!", the young witch said. Angelus suddenly flew back into a table, crushing it. "I'm going to see what's Buffy's doing.", he said.
Angelus stalked out the Bronze. "That's what I get for hanging around blondes.", the vampire admonished himself. "Darla wants Buffy dead, Buffy wants Darla dead. Here Soul-Boy goes and chooses the wrong damn bitch. Oh well, Darla should have been wearing a kimono if she wanted me back."
Ms. Calander turned to Amy. "Why does it have to be about the Gypsy, German girl?", she asked Amy.
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