Giles was flipping through several of his Watcher's Diaries dating from the late 1800s to support what Buffy had reported to him and the slayerettes before they'd left. He refused to go because of what had been discussed a few weeks before: Giles had been tortured by Angel and therefore couldn't bare to see him. The watcher/librarian had said he'd search his volumes for anyone named Devons or the sort, but nothing had come up. The door of the library open and in came the Scooby Gang, followed by the boy who had encountered them that afternoon…and Angel himself.
"I see you three have gotten your information, yes?" he looked up after throwing a Diary back into the box. He just looked angrily at the cowering vampire behind Dylan and turned to Buffy.
"-Classic possession case. It's his 3rd great grandpa, some guy named Dylan Devons." Buffy told him.
"And your full name would be?" Giles asked Dylan, unsure of what to call him.
"Dylan Devons-Meurtreir IIIII." Dylan responded.
"Meurtreir? That name seems familiar." Giles pondered it. Angel had made his way to the box of books and was leafing through of the Diaries he hadn't seen. "What are you doing?"
The vampire continued to go through the book before landing on the page he needed. There was the sketch of a beautiful young woman beside an elderly man, the date below it reading "1895".
"Pierre Passose and his Slayer, Angèlique Meurtreir. They were both from Paris, living in Orleans near the turn of the century. She had a fiancée, Dylan." Angel remembered, thinking back to what had transpired a hundred years before.
"Angèlique Meurtreir? Doesn't that mean…Angelic Murderer?" Xander asked.
"Someone's been actually listening during French class." Buffy quipped, looking at the sketch of the former Slayer.
'It's been three nights since they arrived here in Orleans.' Giles began quoting. 'I've warned Angè to stay in, her and Dylan, just to lay back and watch after their newborn. So soon after his birth and she can't stand to have to sit back for another night. I have not heard anything from either of them, but I do know Angèlique's father has taken her to the social greeting at Mademoiselle Soulier's, Dylan I'm not quite sure of. If the boy had half a brain, he'd stay in and watch the baby, but as his sister is staying with him and Angèlique, she is watching the baby. I just have to hope and pray neither of them encounter William or Angelus, as they are the one's I'd referred to before. The three of us had stayed up the night they and the two vampiresses occupying them arrived and researched their history, I wish I could say it was pleasant. But alas, I cannot. I just have to stay back and wish that neither of the two are out, as the quartet undoubtedly are. If you are wondering who these for vampires are, please refer to Madam Oaklie's journals of 1866.
Sincerely,
Misour Pierre Passose,
November 28th, 1898.'
The current watcher completed the passage and a dry, eerie calm hung in the library. Dylan had made his way in front of the other five and was looking back at the picture of his great-great-grand grandmother, or rather, his fiancée.
"Angel was one of the best Slayers ever. You could name any kind of vampire, zombie, demon, and we'd probably have been up against it. We'd just had a baby and Misour Passose didn't want her out so soon, but she'd been down for the majority of her pregnancy. She just wanted to get back into the game. But we didn't know about…" he couldn't bring himself to say the names of their murderers. "I've been going around. Every 20 years, looking for revenge. It usually ends up killing who I possess, since they go mad and sometimes commit suicide-" Dylan seemingly lost control right then, when his grandson reclaimed possession.
"You knew damned well my grampa was sick! He was the one flying the plane! I could have lost my dad and my aunt too!" he burst out into tears and slumped into one of the chairs.
"But why not wait 20 years, as you usually do?" Willow asked. Dylan's emotions seemed to change from sadness to anger.
"Because when I discovered how close I was to getting my revenge, I decided to skip the tradition. I considered taking over his dad, but picked Dylan because he was younger, stronger and could stand up in a fight with a vampire longer." The possessed body rose again and faced the teenagers and the vampire. "Another tradition I'm breaking: all the people I've possessed died on the same day as Angel and I. But you get the liberty to die the day before." Dylan froze the humans, snapped the chains he'd been hung up with and started towards Angel.
Willow, along with the other slayerettes, stood helplessly frozen in their places and watched, when she heard a faint voice stir up in her head.
'I can stop him, just let me through.'
'Who are you?' Willow asked. 'A friend. Just-' "-Let me through." The hacker could feel something go through her, and suddenly, she was free and talking, but it wasn't her talking. She felt her body start forward, her hands grasp the book they'd been looking and, her arms bringing it up and then down, clubbing Dylan in the head.
"Willow, what are you doing?" Angel asked, vamped-out. Willow waved her hands and seemed to be stuck there in his fighter's stance.
"Dylan, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"How did you get unfrozen?" Dylan demanded, waving again. But she didn't freeze back up. "Who are you? Some witch? What gives you the right to stop me from my destiny? I'm doing what Angèlique would have wanted!"
"Dylan! You're not thinking straight! I don't want you to go and kill our children ever two decades just looking for some vampire!" the redhead snapped back, her blue eyes burning with a fire Dylan seemed to know. "You're blinded by hatred, by this want of revenge. We went through so much in life. We don't need this in death. Have you ever, for once in a century, stopped to think about who you were harming? Our descendents, me, yourself?"
The boy just looked to her in disbelief. The features weren't hers, nor the voice, but the words, that fire when she got angry, in a way it was her. "A-Angèlique?"
"Dylan, m'love, had you ever stopped to reflect once in your quest to destroy William and Angelus on what had happened when we were together? What had brought us together, in either lives? It's fate Dylan. You can go around, getting revenge, so we can be together, but if you do kill them, who says I'd want you back? You aren't the man or spirit I fell in love with 100 years ago, the man I risked everything for." Angèlique said quietly. "If you do kill him, you've degraded yourself to a lower form than vampires. Open your eyes, the people in this room are the ones he loves and who love him back. Kill him, and you've killed me."
"Angè…" Dylan breathed, reaching over and taking her hand, drawing Angèlique's possessed body close. "Oh my darling Angel from heaven."
"Dylan." Both started to draw either of their lips close until they met in a soft, tender kiss like the one they'd shared in the day before she'd left for Mademoiselle's. It grew in strength bit by bit as Willow and Dylan eventually came back to control. Finally the teenagers realized they were back, and they broke off, Willow blushing redder than her hair.
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