The Return, Prologue B
From: "Little Slayer" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Author: Little Slayer
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
Precisely. You do this, youll keep up with training, learn new
techniques. And hey, how many Slayers can say they went to hell and
How many want to?
Fine, but please Buffy, give it a try. Itll help pass the days. And
you might be here for a while. Buffy thought for a moment and then
Fine, Ill do it.
Great. Tell Angelus you agreed and hell set you up with a place and
anything else you may need. Oh, some general information. You wont
age, so dont worry. And that whole being female time, wont happen.
Youre body has basically stopped like that. It can be damaged, but you
will not be able to die. So dont worry. Crenshaw smiled and Buffy
rose out of her seat. Feeling somewhat sick, she made her way out into
the lobby where Angelus was waiting and looked at him.
Okay, yup, this is defiantly hell, she muttered. Well Dead-Boy,
lets go. Angelus glared at her for using Xanders nickname.
Dont call me Dead-Boy, he muttered.
Well then, what should I call you? The Really Annoying Person? No,
that wouldnt work, not a person. Buffy smirked up at Angelus, which
he matched with one of his own.
Angelus will work fine, he replied. Cmon, lets get you situated,
then Ill give you a tour.
Buffy rolled out of
bed and got dressed, smiling as she remembered the
rest of that day. Now, it had been nearly three hundred years and
Crenshaw was right. She had made friends. And in hell. Go figure.
She walked out of her room and into the living room of the apartment she
shared with Angelus.
Good morning, she said. Angelus looked up from where he sat with his
arms folded across his chest. Keep that up, and Ill swear they sent
Angelus to earth and left Angel here. Whats up, Brood Boy?
They want to retire me. Send me somewhere else, he blurted out.
Buffy sat down next to him and raised her eyebrow.
What do you mean? Fire you?
Something like that.
Must be your stunning personality, Buffy muttered and stood up. She
was friends with him, shed admit that. But like him? Not really. She
could barely stand him. And as three or four scars to his chest from
staking, he just wont die.
This is serious Buffy. Oh, by the way, Crenshaw said they may have
found your spell. Buffy stopped and looked at him. The only way I
can keep my job is if I go with you, help you save the world or some
bullshit like that. I dont want to save the world. I want to stay
here and torture people. Its fun.
Well, look at the bright side. You can kill Mya for me.
No, I cant kill her. Those are the rules. I have to be like
Soul-Boy, or I get to be dust. Buffy glared down at him then let out a
When? she asked.
Tonight, he replied. Buffy turned away from him and went to look out
the window. It wasnt much of a view; there were a few other dwellings
for other officials of hell, then row after row of cages and chained
victims. At first, it had really bothered people. But then she
realized that they werent people who deserved pity. Murderers,
rapists, demons, vampires. None of them she felt sorry for, and some
she helped think of punishments for. The way her humanity was slipping
from her scared her, but somehow didnt bother her.
Well, is there a way to contact Whistler? she asked.
Already done. He knows when to perform the ritual, and he has a place
set up. Hes working with Spike and Dru and the watchers council.
None of them want to release me, but I have no choice. I want to keep
I dont think anyone will believe it, she muttered quietly.
A Buffy-whipped Angelus, she smirked at him. Angrily, Angelus got up
and stood towering over Buffy.
I am not your damned lap dog. Not like him. Im only doing my job,
he hissed, his vampire visage melting into his handsome features.
Yeah, taking orders, Buffy hissed. See ya later, Angelus. I got
rounds to make. She blew him a mock kiss and left the apartment.
Angrily, Angelus sunk down and muttered obscene comments about Buffy.
Angel sat up in bed.
He shook his head, confused. This was the fifth
time in three days that he had, had dreams about Buffy in hell. But
that was impossible. She was dead. Mya had told him so and she didnt
have any reason to lie to him. Did she?
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