The Return, Chapter Eleven
From: "Little Slayer" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Author: Little Slayer
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Title: The Return
Distribution: Anyone can have it. Just ask.
Authors Note: Sequel to The End.
Feedback: If you dont send feedback, Ill sick Faith on you like a dog on a bone. Or in her case a dog on a okay, Im 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 dont own him! Uh, her. Or Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Joyce, and everyone else. Theyre all in here. I dont own Angels nickname of Peaches. The only thing I own is Mya. Shes 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 dont 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*
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 doesnt 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
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.
Dont I wont let you hurt me again, she mumbled. Then she looked at the others. Please, dont let him I know you dont like me much, but dont 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, its me. I wont 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, Im so sorry, Giles said.
Ill kill him, Angel growled. I will rip his fucking head off. With my bare hands.
No! Mya said. Then hell know I talked to you and hell 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.
Im not sure, but we cannot allow him near Buffy. Who knows what hell do to her, Giles said as the doors flew open and Buffy stalked in.
Damned vampires, she hissed. Broke my whats 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. Doesnt 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 hed do, Angel muttered.
Oh really? Buffy replied. Once again the door was pushed open and Angelus moved silently into the room.
Oh, good, Ive found you, he said to Buffy. Ignoring the rest of the room, he turned his back to them and pulled Buffy aside. Buff, theres something you need to know.
Yeah, that youre a lousy son of a bitch, Spike growled. Before Buffys eyes, Angeluss 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. Whats 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 whos 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 wasnt going to let him near Buffy.
Wait a sec, attacked and raped *Mya*? Thats not possible. I saw them both about ten minutes ago. Angelus was chained up in a mausoleum by Myas 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 dont believe it, she whispered. Ive been around him so long he cant 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, shes dead. If I see Spike, hes dead. Hell, if I see any of you and its like youve been tailing me, therell be a lot less Slayerettes around. Got it? Without waiting for a response, Buffy turned on her heels and walked out of the library.
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