I woke to find myself still laying amongst the ruins of my coffee table. A $300 table down the drain. I slowly sat up, still disoriented. I started shaking as I thought of Angel’s last words. It was clear that if I didn’t think of something, I would be in major trouble. Being an Immortal’s bad enough, but dealing with vampirism also? I had no idea what to do. One thing was certain - I knew I couldn’t kill him. He could break every bone in my body in a matter of seconds.
Just then, Hope and Jarod walked in the door. “Hi, Ky.....” Hope started to say then noticed the condition of my living room.
Jarod immediatly ran over to me and knelt. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
I tried to force words to come out of my mouth, but I couldn’t. The only thing I could do was stare into his eyes and shiver.
“Kyra, please talk to me.” Hope said worriedly. “Who did this to you? Who?”
“A... A... Angel,” I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek.
“What?” Hope exclaimed. She put her hand to her mouth and just stood there. With a muffled exclamation, she bent down next to Jarod and held me.
“Why?” Jarod asked. “Why would he do something like this?”
“It’s not Angel,” I explained. “He’s changed somehow. He’s... evil. He said his name was Angelus. But whatever happened, Buffy had something to do with it.”
“That little......” Hope shouted. “Oh, when I get through with her, there won’t be enough left to fill a spoon.”
“No. After I get through her, there won’t be enough left of her to... to.... to something!” I shouted angrily, feeling somewhat like myself again.
“Ladies,” Jarod said, acting as mediator. “Perhaps we should call Buffy and hear the story from her lips.” “How do we know she won’t lie to make herself look good?” I muttered.
“Yeah. That slut probally seduced him and stole his soul,” Hope chimed in.
Jarod shook his head and looked pointedly at both at us. We both blushed and turned away.
“Well, I guess I should call, since it was my neck he bit.” I sighed.
“He bit you!!!” Hope yelled, a little too loudly.Jarod and I covered our ears.
“Sorry,” Hope said sheepishly.
“Ahem,” Jarod said.
“All right, all right.” I slowly got up and made my way to the phone.
“What’s Buffy’s number?”
Hope closed her eyes and concentrated. In a few moments, she told me and I dialed the number. The phone rang a few times than it picked up.
“Hello?” said a familiar voice.
“Buffy?”
“Yes, this is her.”
“What the hell did you do to Angel?” I shouted.
“What?? Who is this?”
“This is Kyra Sorcere. Remember me?”
“How could I forget,” Buffy said dryly.
“Very cute,” I muttered. “Now tell me what you did to him.”
“Why should I tell you anything?”
“Well, he bit me and I would like to know what’s up with that, if it’s not too much trouble.”
There was a dead silence.
"Buffy, are you still there?" I asked after several minutes had passed.
A few more seconds went by then Buffy told me a very interesting story. I "uh-huh"-ed and "okay"-ed than hung up.
I put the phone down and took a deep breath. I turned and faced Hope and Jarod, who were looking at me with quizzical expressions.
"Uh, Hope, you're never going to believe this," I said.
"What?"
"You were right."
"About what?"
"The little slut slept with Angel and stole his soul."
"WHAT????"
Before Hope could go on the rampage, I quickly revealed the story. It seemed that Buffy and Angel had succumbed to a night of passion. Angel had a curse laid on him that he would lose his soul if he ever experienced a true moment of happiness. Apparently the slut (God knows how) had made him happy, so the curse struck. He lost his soul and reverted to his evil persona of Angelus.
"A true moment of happiness? Are you sure that's right? How can anyone experience a moment of happiness with Buffy around, let alone sleeping with her?" Hope asked, still in disbelief.
Jarod nudged her. "That's enough, Hope. I'm sure Buffy's going through enough.
"I bet," Hope whispered sardonically. Jarod shot her an evil look. "Sorry," she sighed, somewhat truthfully.
"Why would he come after you?" Jarod asked, changing the subject.
"Why not?" I shrugged. "You know that the blood of the ancients can contribute to the strength of the vampire. Who better qualifies for an "ancient" than an Immortal?"
"Especially with the Quickening," Hope added.
"Quickening..." I murmured, suddenly seeing hope. (No pun intended, of course.) "When Angel stopped drinking from me, he looked, well, stoned. If I could somehow get him "high" enough on my blood, he would be in a trance. In that moment, I could act.
"To kill?" Hope asked.
"If I could find a way to restore his soul..." I drifted off. It was almost inconcievable to think of killing Angel. No, not Angel but Angelus, I reminded myself. He may look and talk like him, but he is not the Angel I know. I met Hope's eyes and steeled my soul. "I'll kill him if there is no other alternative."
She nodded unhappily but wisely. She understood my feelings, but it would be the right thing to do.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Jarod asked, quietly.
"Yes, actually. Hope, I know you still have a pile of books from your... Society days. There might be a spell or potion in there that we could use. I have all my books of course. We'll just have to search through all of them." I replied.
"You mean now?"
"I have until tomorrow night." I stated quietly.
Hope paled but remained calm. "I'll go get my books and bring them here. Jarod, you could help Kyra clean up the mess..."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I need to be alone for a little while. Besides," I laughed, trying for a bit of levity. "If I know you, your books are spread out everywhere. It may take you awhile to gather them up. After all, didn't you lose the first part of one of your stories in that mess?"
"Shut up!" Hope yelled, grinning. "It didn't get lost, it just temporarily misplaced itself."
"Sure," I teased.
She gave me a look then laughed. "We'll be back soon," she promised as she and Jarod left.
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