The Return, Chapter Thirteen
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: To Paul. Enjoy!
Chapter Thirteen, The Beginning of The End
Buffy raced up the
street towards the school when the feeling she was being watched
fell over her again. *Okay, stalker-person is out again,*
Buffy thought. She paused in front of the doors, hearing a
small rustle to her side, then reached out her hand to grasp the
handle.
“Buffy,” a
voice said behind her. Buffy spun around, stake in hand,
ready to kill. “Hey, wait, it’s just me!”
Buffy’s mind registered the figure in front of her.
Mya. Buffy’s eyes narrowed.
“What the hell do
you want,” she demanded. “And get out with it
before I kill you.” Mya’s eyes opened widely.
“I just, I know
you probably don’t believe me about Angelus, just, be
careful around him,” Mya said with a pleading voice. *Hmmm,
almost sounds sincere.*
“He’s dead,”
Buffy ground out. A look of victory passed through Mya’s
face, then got covered by fake sorrow.
“Oh, Buffy, I’m
sorry,” she said.
“Why?
According to you, he raped you,” Buffy shot at her.
Then, before another word could be spoken, Buffy stalked into the
school.
*****
Everyone stared as Angelus removed himself from the rubble and
stalk threateningly towards Willow and Giles.
“You know, I’m
not really too sure on what the hell you people are on,” he
said. Oz moved closer to Willow, protectively.
“What do you
mean?” the red haired hacker asked nervously.
“I mean, first
you’re all rooting for my death, then that wanker there
kills me off and banishes me to hell, and now you guys perform a
resurrecting spell,” Angelus said. “Do you have
any idea how dangerous that thing is?”
“Well, not
really,” Willow replied.
“If you had
pronounced one *syllable* wrong, you could’ve opened the
Hellmouth yourself!” His face shifted angrily into his
vampiric visage. “Which might have been the better
alternative to what I’m going to do to some of you.”
Willow backed away a few steps.
“You’re
going to kill us?” she squeaked.
“No, I never said
anything about death,” Angelus corrected. “And
you don’t have to worry, Red, you pulled me out of there, so
you’re safe.”
“What happened to
the Mr. Happy Angelus?” Angel asked. “You’re
– ”
“Back to how you
remember?” Angelus finished. Angel nodded.
“Well, you see, when Spiky-Boy offed me, he released the
little shred of your soul that was in me. It feels nice,
being a free man again.” The library doors were pushed
open and Buffy stalked in, taking in the damage that had been
done to the room. Angelus’s face visibly lightened.
“Buffy.” The petite blonde looked up at him, then
at Angel, then back at him.
“Um, I think I
missed something here,” she said.
“You’re *friends*
decided they’d like to pull me outta hell,” Angelus
explained. “Don’t really see why, but they did.”
“He said he was
going to kill us,” Xander announced.
“He’d have
wait in line,” Buffy growled.
“Now I feel like
I missed something,” Angelus muttered.
“She threatened
to kill any of us if she saw us any time soon,” Willow said.
“I thought the
Hellmouth was opening, ‘cause of the quake and everything,”
Buffy said. Giles looked up at her, eyes wide.
“You felt that
outside?”
“Yeah, I was
patrolling. Um, right after I killed off a vamp, the ground
started to shake. I put two and two together and here I am.”
Buffy looked at the room. “And since there’s no
problem I’m going to–”
“Buffy,” Mya
said from the door. Angelus sunk into the shadows behind
him. Buffy turned to glare at the brunette.
“What do you want!”
she demanded.
“I wanted to warn
you. When…when it happened, he was talking with Trick
about attacking the old factory on Stinson at midnight,” Mya
said. Buffy cocked her head to the side.
“Thanks for the
tip Mya,” she said. Then some things connected in her
brain. “Mya, go home. If this happens, you won’t
be safe here.” Mya nodded and slowly left the library.
“Why that lying little bitch. I’m going to rip
her fucking head off.”
“Huh?” Angel
asked.
“Think about it,”
Buffy said. “In order for this to happen, they need
the library. This is where the Hellmouth will open.”
“I did hear some
things while I was back in hell,” Angelus said. “Buffy,
with astral projection, you can do minor spells, that’s it.
They won’t be able to do this without someone here.”
“And what better
way to get our defenses down, to make it so nobody’s
thinking straight than to create a diversion,” Giles said.
“Or to make it so some of the group doesn’t trust
anyone else.” Buffy looked up at the clock.
“They’ll
probably have a whole lot of vamps hiding out,” Angelus
remarked.
“We have four
hours ‘till midnight,” she said. “Spike, how
long did it take to make that bomb that we used in Kansas with
Kekistoes?”
“‘Bout an
hour,” Spike said. She smiled up at him. “I’ll
get right on it.”
“Also, where can
we find a whole lot of kerosene and gasoline?” Buffy asked.
“I can get some,”
Spike said.
“Get to it,”
she said. Spike and Drusilla quickly slipped out of the
library and Buffy looked at Giles. “I have a plan.”
“Oh great, the
blonde one has a plan. This is gonna be interesting,”
Angelus muttered. Buffy glared at him. “Okay,
what’s this plan?”
“You gave me a
small idea for it,” Buffy started. “Astral
projection. We set up everything at the factory two hours
before midnight, then set up some traps here. ‘Bout
twenty minutes before midnight, we do the astral projection thing
here and get to the factory. Once there, we surround the
bomb and when the vamps get there, we run like hell, set it off
by remote, and light the kerosene and gas that we’ve poured
around it.” Giles raised a shocked eyebrow.
“Not that bad of
a plan,” he remarked. Buffy grinned at him.
“I know.”