They all stood around in silence for a few more moments. "So, what's going on, apocalypse-wise?" Spike changed the subject.
Angel crossed his arms, listening. "Prophecy. Big trouble on hellmouths all over, lots of people dying, hell on earth... Nothing we haven't already fixed."
"Can we do anything about it? Take any kind of steps?" Buffy wrinkled her nose at Angel.
"You'd better stay away from California--probably the whole U.S. At least until you've given the Senior Partners time to--"
"Time to regroup? Time to kill us again?" Angel and Spike didn't even turn around. Neither one of them had heard Illyria behind them, sensed her at all, in fact. But that didn't mean anything anymore.
"Who are you?" Buffy gaped at the new person, blue streaks, cold voice, and all.
"I am Illyria. You must be the Slayer."
"Yeah, I was last I checked. One of many."
"The one that the half-breeds love."
"I guess so," Buffy agreed.
"This is Illyria, Buffy."
"Kind of already got the point." Buffy stood there, looking at them all for a minute. She took it all in--they were all so different. Spike was so different, and Angel--she wondered what had happened in LA.
"I'd better go check on Dawn. See how she's..." Her voice trailed off, going up the stairs after her sister.
"Well, now. Wasn't that interesting," drawled Spike.
"What?" Angel uncrossed his arms, turning to look at him.
"You couldn't hear it? Okay. First off, Soldier Boy tries to kill the niblet. Knows what she is, now. 'Bout the memories. Second off, Dawnie still doesn't trust you, or practically anyone that hurt her sister."
"She trusts you," pointed out Angel.
"I'm different. I'm Spike. She had a crush on me. Plus, I never left town or turned evil. I always was evil. Also, I never tried killing the girl unless I was possessed."
Angel looked down, remembering his time as Angelus. Terrorizing Buffy's family, including her little sister... "Okay, point taken." His voice was starting to lower. "What else?"
"Prophecy. Some new and strange prophecy. Plus, Hellmouths. Plural form, Peaches. Means there isn't just the one in Cleveland. And, she's worried about our safety." Spike smirked a little at that, while Faith rolled her eyes.
"Okay. So, from the half hour we've been in England, you've learned all of this?"
"Yeah, plus the Senior Partners probably want us in a hell dimension for all of eternity, but I figured that out in LA."
"Are you guys sure that he meant Dawn?"
"What do you mean?"
"Riley. Talking about the false memories... Are you sure that he was talking about Dawn?"
"He was sure, Angel. Waving a knife in her face, trying to cut her throat, screaming at her--about the hellspawn--" Faith stopped, frowned.
"But Dawn's not hellspawn."
Angel paled for a moment. "Maybe he meant she wasn't created on Earth."
"Yeah. Maybe." Faith wasn't satisfied with that, though, anymore than Angel would've been.
"Anyway, why ask?"
"Just curious. I've heard that they did memory spells at Wolfram and Hart, I was just hoping I didn't cause it."
"No, it was definitely Dawn. As far as he knew, anyway."
"Which doesn't actually prove anything," Giles entered the conversation.
"We can do research," Willow pointed out brightly. Spike winced a little.
"More books, red?"
"Well, sure." She toned her brightness down a little as she looked around the room. "Well, it could be fun," she said in self-defense.
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