The Return, Chapter Eleven
From: "Little Slayer" <little_slayer@hotmail.com>
Author: Little Slayer
Email: little_slayer@hotmail.com or little_slayer@buffymail.com
Title: The Return
Distribution: Anyone can have it. Just ask.
Rating: PG.
Author’s Note: Sequel to The End.
Feedback: If you don’t send feedback, I’ll sick
Faith on you like a dog on a bone. Or in her case a dog on
a…okay, I’m not going to finish that, but you all get
the point. Actually, no, I can't sick her on you because of
one really important reason…
Disclaimer: I don’t own him! Uh, her. Or
Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Joyce, and everyone else. They’re
all in here. I don’t own Angel’s nickname of
Peaches. The only thing I own is Mya. She’s mine.
I created her. And so I can easily destroy the skanky
little…uh, oops. All the Buffyverse people belong to
Joss Whedon and anyone else who legally owns them. Anybody
who has been either A) mentioned on BtVS, or B) seen on BtVS, I
don’t own. I do own a few people but am too tired to
name them.
Dedication: Saber. Ha-ha! I told you someone
would die… *EG*
Chapter Eleven
Whistler pulled
away from the mausoleum just as Mya stalked inside. He
pressed his ear, curiously against the door and listened to the
exact words that were exchanged.
“DO IT!” Mya
screamed from inside and then stormed out of the room, just as
Whistler dove for cover. *Thank the gods she doesn’t
have her powers,* he thought. He hurried off into the
night, in search of Buffy.
*****
“Where the hell are they?” Angelus asked himself angrily after discovering the warehouse was full of vampires. There had obviously been a small battle there and he could see small trails of blood leading off into the night. So, he did the last thing he could think of and made his way towards the library.
*****
Mya padded into the
library, her hair tousled and bloody, and several bruises on her
face and arms. Everyone in the room looked up at her and
gasped.
“Oh my god,”
Angel said and rushed over to her. “What happened?”
The second he touched her shoulder, she flinched and scrambled as
far away from him as she could.
“Don’t…I
won’t let you hurt me again,” she mumbled. Then
she looked at the others. “Please, don’t let him…I
know you don’t…like me much, but don’t let him do
this.”
“Do what?”
Giles asked. “Angel has been with us all day.”
Mya frowned and looked at Angel, as if something was clearing up
for her.
“Angel?” she
asked.
“Yeah, it’s
me. I won’t hurt you,” he said gently. Mya
broke down with tears.
“He…he beat
me,” she whispered. “Angelus, he, he caught me
before you went to the warehouse. I heard him talking with
Trick and was trying to get away…and he caught me. He
beat me…and…” Her voice dropped down to a
whisper. “He raped me.” The room was silent
with shock and nobody could take their eyes off of Mya.
“Mya, I’m so
sorry,” Giles said.
“I’ll kill
him,” Angel growled. “I will rip his fucking head
off. With my bare hands.”
“No!” Mya
said. “Then he’ll know I talked to you and he’ll
just come after me again.” She backed into the doors
then turned, and fled the library. Angel looked at Giles.
“What should we
do?” he asked.
“I’m not
sure, but we cannot allow him near Buffy. Who knows what he’ll
do to her,” Giles said as the doors flew open and Buffy
stalked in.
“Damned vampires,”
she hissed. “Broke my…what’s up?”
“Angelus attacked
Mya,” Angel said. Buffy looked up into his chocolate
eyes and cocked her head to the side.
“Did anyone here
witness it?” she asked.
“No, but she said
that – ” Xander started.
“What she said
means absolutely nothing. Doesn’t anyone remember the
small little white lie she told last summer? You know, the
one about me dying? Am I ringing any bells?”
Buffy looked expectantly at them.
“This looked like
something he’d do,” Angel muttered.
“Oh really?”
Buffy replied. Once again the door was pushed open and
Angelus moved silently into the room.
“Oh, good, I’ve
found you,” he said to Buffy. Ignoring the rest of the
room, he turned his back to them and pulled Buffy aside.
“Buff, there’s something you need to know.”
“Yeah, that you’re
a lousy son of a bitch,” Spike growled. Before Buffy’s
eyes, Angelus’s form melted away into dust. She looked
wide eyed at Spike, who was holding a stake and standing right
behind where Angelus was standing.
“You killed him,”
she whispered. Then she glared back up at him, a stake in
her hands in a flash. “You stupid son of a –
”
“Woah, there is a
lot of tension in this room,” Whistler said from the doorway.
“What’s going on?” He looked from Buffy, who
was holding a stake ready to kill Spike, then at Spike, who was
also holding a stake. Then his gaze settled at the pile of
dust that was between them. “And who’s that?”
“Angelus,”
Buffy growled. “Spike killed him.” Whistler
looked at him with a frown.
“You did?”
Spike nodded. “Why?”
“He attacked and
raped Mya,” Spike spat. “I wasn’t going to
let him near Buffy.”
“Wait a sec,
attacked and raped *Mya*? That’s not possible. I
saw them both about ten minutes ago. Angelus was chained up
in a mausoleum by Mya’s vampire groupies, and Mya was
stalking off to do whatever. They were both fine, just a
little pissed,” Whistler said.
“He could have
done it in the past ten minutes,” Angel pointed out.
Whistler shook his head.
“No, he was only
released about five minutes after Mya took off,” Whistler
told him. Buffy stared down at what used to be Angelus.
“I don’t
believe it,” she whispered. “I’ve been
around him so long…he can’t be dead.”
“Well,
technically, a vampire is never alive,” Giles pointed out.
Buffy closed her eyes, her fingers gripping her stake so tightly
her knuckles turned white.
“You do the
research,” she hissed. “Call me with an exact
time and date of when and where I have to be to kill of Kelvin.
If I see Mya, she’s dead. If I see Spike, he’s
dead. Hell, if I see any of you and it’s like you’ve
been tailing me, there’ll be a lot less Slayerettes around.
Got it?” Without waiting for a response, Buffy turned
on her heels and walked out of the library.