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 Four
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Angel added the last touches to the drawing of Emily that he had been making. He folded it carefully and started to write Buffy a note. He just signed his name. Love Angel.
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He waved at one of Spikes underlings.
“Here,” Angel said, slapping the letter against his chest. “Take this to the slayer. I want her to get it. Do you hear me? Make sure the slayer gets this.”
“But . . . She’s the slayer,” the vampire said surprised, “She’ll kill me.”
“That's nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you Marcus,” Angel growled. The vampire nodded and headed out of the factory. Angel picked Emily up.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her. She nodded. “Good,” Angel murmured, “So am I.” He set Emily down and went out after Marcus.
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Buffy felt a chill up her spine. As if some one was watching her. It always felt like someone was watching her lately. She turned quickly when she felt the presence of a vampire nearby. It growled, stepping out of the shadows. Buff threw her hands up in a fighting stance. The vampire kept his distance.
“Message from Angelus,” it said. It held the letter and an arm’s distance away from it. Suspiciously, Buffy reached out and ripped the letter from it’s hand. With her other arm, she threw the vampire down. It put up a fight, but it was young and stupid. No match for Buffy. With a quick move the vampire was dust.
Buffy bent down to retrieve the letter. Looking around first, she opened it. It was a drawing of Emily, with tears rolling down her face. A small caption in the corner read, “I want my mommy.” Buffy’s heart wrenched as she stared at the drawing. In a swift move, she ripped the letter apart. Buffy threw down the pieces and hurried home. In the distance, watching her, Angel smiled.
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Xander poked his head out of the shower just in time to hear the phone ring. He wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried into his room. He picked it up on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Xander, I'm so glad you’re home,” a relived voice on the other end answered him.
“Buffy?” he asked confused.
“Yeah. It me. I hope you’re not busy.”
“No. No, I’m not busy,” Xander said intrigued.
“Good. I was going to call Willow but her lines busy. Probably on the net. And mom’s not home. And I just really needed to know there was someone else out there.”
“What’s wrong Buff?” Xander asked. Buffy sighed.
“I just . . . Angel sent me a note. He didn’t kill that little girl, yet.” Xander listened quietly.
“Listen Buffy,” he began, “I’m going to come on over to your house.”
“Are you sure? What about your parents?”
“Mom’s on a business trip and Dad called saying that he probably won’t get in tonight. You stay there. I’m coming over.”
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Xander hurried to get dressed. He was worried about Buffy and what she would do. They had all seen how “rational” Buffy was when she got upset..
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