It had been two hours, but the sun was not yet down. Angel had gotten changed and was again sitting by the fire reading his French novel, when Dylan shifted. He coughed and the last of his stomach contents came out, dry in his mouth.
"That's a nasty taste." He muttered, sitting up. "Where am I?"
"The mansion." Angel replied, looking up shortly.
"Where?"
"You came here. With Buffy." Angel got up and walked to the boy. "Dylan, what's wrong with you?"
He was silent, just shifting slightly to the right in fear of the older man in front of him.
"I know you must be afraid of me. But I'm afraid of you, too. What's wrong? Why do you keep zoning in and out?"
"I-I can't help it. Two days ago, we were at home and I got a call that my…grampa died. Then at his funeral, this voice just popped into my head and told me to start walking. I got over to…what's-her-name and her friend, and he just took control. He did it again, at my grampa's, my mom,he slapped her. Then he took us to the library, and we came here. I have control since I told you…but I'm still afraid of him. He's killing me. It really hurts when he gets control." The vampire smirked at squatted down beside him.
"I know how it feels."
"How? D-do you have your great-great-great grandfather inside you? Is that why your face keeps going like that?"
"No." Angel chuckled to himself. "That's a different thing. But having another 'person' inside you, it's tough to keep him under control. It's happened to me twice, and I know how it feels to just have to sit back and watch. Every time you get through again, you get stronger, from support of friends and family, willpower, and you eventually forget what's inside you. But you never really forget, because he's always trying to get out, just not as much." Dylan just looked to him, and thought over what he said. Then the pain came back.
He screamed loudly as his back arched and the shackles rattled. All his muscles went taunt, fighting away the force, but he gave in.
"What a speech. Pity you would live long enough to give-" Devons screamed again and Dylan took control.
"Leave him-" '-Alone!'
'Listen-' "-To me boy, you stay out of this! You're mine," 'just like your grandfather! I might as well kill you, too!'
"Not if I don't let you-" '-Back in!' "Leave me alone!"
Angel had sprung back and was watching the stone crack around where the chains were attached to the wall.
"Oh no."
"Oh yes Angelus. Just watch…" Dylan said to him, the brown of his eyes flashing red, back to green and brown again. The possessed boy tugged with all his might, yelling things as each spirit claimed the body and finally broke loose. His eyes went between brown and black with rage and insanity.
"Dylan, listen, you have to get control again."
"Dylan isn't in. It's just you and me, vampire. I'm going to kill you like William killed my fiancée!"
"Then I think your fight may be with Spike, not Dead-Boy." Xander called from the front of the hall. Dylan turned and was met by his fist, but it barely fazed him.
"I told you not to mess with me!" the deranged body snarled, gripping him by the throat and squeezing. "Now you're going to learn!"
"Xander!" Willow started for them, but Dylan froze her and Buffy and continued to strangle Xander. Angel slipped into game-mode again and jumped Devons, letting the near dead senior go.
Dylan snarled loudly and kicked the vampire away, right beside the fireplace.
"Fry vamp-boy, fry!" the deranged man quipped evilly, advancing and pulling a smoking stick from the fire.
'NO!' Dylan screamed loudly inside his head. 'Don't you dare!'
"Don't yell at me boy, I'm doing something you'll never be able to do." The possessor said back through his mouth.
Angel could tell there was a war going on within the boy. He and his grandfather were both fighting for control, and it was eventually going to kill one of them, more or less the second Dylan. He saw the eyes of the madman flash again as Buffy and Willow unfroze and Xander gasped and scrambled to his feet. Dylan just looked at was happening, the three teenagers, the vampire, the burning piece of wood in his hand and contemplated what was going on. He threw the wood back into the fire and said, before his eyes filled with tears, "He's gone. He's just…gone."
Xander started for him, but Buffy held the senior back.
"Are you sure? Buffy told us about…you, just throwing tantrums and all that." Willow questioned him. Dylan nodded, unsure of anything any more, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Throwing tantrums is one thing, trying to kill someone?" Xander shot at him.
"I'm sorry. I need to get him out, away from me. It can't carry on like this much longer. He was stronger than ever that time, and I was nearly gone." Dylan said quietly, more tears spilling out. Buffy took a deep breath and looked to the window, where the last rays of the setting sun were shining.
"The sun'll be down in a few minutes. We'll go back to the library then."
"It just seems like a simple possession case." Willow pointed out.
"By an insane spirit out for revenge." Angel added, his face back to normal. Dylan wiped the remaining tears from his eyes and dusted off his dress clothes, the ones he'd worn to his grandfather's funeral that morning.
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