Disclaimer: The great, wonderful, superb, characters of Buffy The Vampire Slayer belong to the WB, Mutant Enemy, and the magnificent Joss Wheadon. All other characters and situations in this story are yours for the taking. Personally, I don’t care since I’m doing the same thing. Beg, borrow, and steal . . . Just don’t get ‘um too dirty. Thanx!
This takes place after Killed by Death. I have finally admitted to Surprise and Innocence. I’m writing this story after some of the comments that were exchanged on the past two or three shows.
PS: Denotes inner thoughts.
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Part Two
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Spike looked up when he heard some one open up the steal door of the factory.
“Oh joy,” he whispered under his breath, “Its our pal Angel.” Spike wheeled himself toward the front entrance. It was nearly sun up. Not that it would have been too terrible for Angel to bite the big one so to speak, but Druscilla was with him.
Spike watched as Angel walked in. Alone. Well, almost alone. Angel was carrying a small girl.
“Where’s Dru?” Spike asked. Angel smiled wryly, growing tired of Spike and the games they played. He set the slumbering girl down.
“Well there’s the pinch. She’s gone Spike,” Angel shook his head and walked over to Spike. “Just think of her as dust in the wind.”
“What? Are you kidding?” Spike asked worried.
“No sorry, Spike. The slayer got her.” Spike exhaled slowly. He couldn’t believe it. His dark plum, his black goddess, was gone. Angel reached out from behind his back.
“Hey, Spike,” He said, “Don’t worry. I got a present for you that’ll make it all better.” In a split second Angel had embedded a stake deep in Spike’s heart. Spike burst into dust. Angel grinned turning to the little girl who had woken up. Dusting himself off, he made his way over to where she was huddled on the floor.
“We didn’t like him very much,” Angel said, “He was a bad guy. Now come over here and tell me your name.” The little girl walked to him.
“Emily Warner,” she whispered, scared. “I wanna go home! Please mister?” Angel shook his head, patting her blond hair. He wiped the tears gently from her green eyes as he started to talk to her.
“Your Mommy told me to watch you for a few days. She thought it would be nice if we had a little visit. My name’s Angel.” Angel grinned an evil grin. “You know, you remind me of someone I know very well. Someone I miss very much. I bet you that you can help me get her back, Emily. Do you want to help me?”
Emily shook her head, “No.” Angel frowned.
“Not even a little bit?” he asked teasing her.
“Will you let me go home?” Emily asked. Angel nodded. “Okay then,” Emily said defiantly, “I just want my mommy
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