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Nothing but strangers around us, strangers who could be demons. [29 Jul 2006|09:22pm]

finn_rileyfinn
[ mood | anxious ]

Buffy and I had toured the ill-fated ship, which made it's way onto the beach for no reason. Well, it didn't come in for no reason. We knew that. Whatever had made the ship steer it's way into the island, away from the port, had also blown up our chopper, leavin' us with no way off of the island, and in the process, killing Graham and Captain Milligan.

"You're right. We're wasting time. We need to find Gunn and Fred. If they didn't find Angel and Cordelia, they might need some backup."

I nodded as we walked away from the ship. There wasn't anything there. All of the humans there had been killed and turned into demons and Buffy and I had already killed them, and my trigger finger was still feeling strong.

Buffy was irritating me, trying to control me. She had just lost Dawn and Giles, as well as Willow, who was responsible for them dying, and yet she still remained in control, which pissed me off. It wasn't like I wanted to be with her anymore, but she was always all about her job, when she should have been grieving. I had grieved when Sam had died and still wasn't over it, and with Graham dying, it flared back up again and instead of turning to the bottle, I turned to killing demons, which made Buffy react in a way as if she were going to stop me.

The argument had passed, but the tension was still there and the loss period hadn't even begun again, and I knew that I was going to be feeling it soon, so I was especially edgy.

We passed people who looked at us oddly, because I was carrying a machine gun around my shoulder, but who were they? Were they demons, or were they humans, and how could we find out? We couldn't just leave them here to turn the humans that were here in Marzanilla, vacationing.

"Buffy, I know that we haven't seen Connor since we got here, and I know that we haven't seen Angel and Cordelia since last night and I also know that we haven't seen Gunn and Fred in hours and that they could be in trouble and that we have to find all of them, but shouldn't we be doing something about these people? I mean, we can't leave demons to walk around with the humans, because we've already seen that they'll just turn them. Shouldn't we be questioning people, pushing buttons, looking for aggression, and if we see aggression, shouldn't we be killing them?"

We stopped near somebody, a guy, who looked at me funny, but then walked away, towards a couple of women, who were smiling, and having fun. To me, this guy had a purpose, and I wasn't about to let those women die...

[Buffy]

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An entire buildin' goes all white. [29 Jul 2006|09:10pm]

loaded_gunn
[ mood | angry ]

Fred and I made our way out of the woods. It was safe to say that both of us were fairly freakd out. We had just spent an awful lot of time fightin' demons that were strong and oozed when they died, and we had been separated from Riley and Buffy and from Angel and Cordelia.

I was all about killin' demons. Anyone could tell you that if they knew me, but it was about time to get to findin' the othas, where then, we could go about killin' demons in the dark when there were six of us. We had a strong idea where Buffy and Riley were; they were on the beach where that freaky ship just sailed itself not into port, but into the sand, like it was outta control or somethin'. They were lookin' for demons out that way.

Fred and I decided to go towards the hotels and casino's and homes further down the beach and far outta the woods, which were freaky, even for me at this hour. We made our way to the buildin's, not knowin' if the people that we were passin' were humans, or demons, because these freaky demons here could take human form just like vamps.

A little way in, standin' there like a beacon of hell, which we should have expected from minute one, especially since Cordy had a vision of this place and especially since our ride home, our chopper, had blown up, was of course, a Wolfram and Hart office. It wasn't as big and bawdy as the one in LA, but it all meant the same thing. There was evil in here and I was guessin' that Angel had found it first, hadn't found Connor, like the rest of us, and had freaked out, like he had back in LA, when Connor first went to Quortoth.

There had been a commotion in the lobby, and we knew it. Angel had been here and he was blamin' them, and rightly, probably, for Connor bein' missin'. We went in, Fred and I decidin' to ask the frightened girl at the lobby what had happened. She told us fifth floor, which was probably close to the top of this place, so she and I rushed up the stairs, and as we reached the fifth floor, the whole buildin' turned white.

Outside of the elevator, smilin' was this asshole and he was about to taste my fist. Angel and Cordy had been sent somewhere and now it was time to get the answers.

I grabbed the guy by the collar and threw him against the wall. "You have about ten seconds to start talkin', rich, white man, and I suggest that you start tellin' me where Angel and Cordelia just went. If you lie, I toss your ass out the window! TALK!"

I didn't loosen my grip as I looked him straight in the eyes.

[Fred]

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Preparations for Dawn's funeral and SPIKE has a soul?!? [18 Jul 2006|08:45pm]

powerless_scoob
[ mood | nauseated ]

Spike and Anya are going back and forth like it's a comedy roast or something and not telling me what the hell is going on, all the while, we're supposed to be taking care of the coroner stuff and then the burial for Dawn. They went back and forth and all it made me think of was that they had had sex together and it angered me, especially with Dawn's lifeless and starting to seriously smell, body, in front of us.

As it turns out, they were throwing it around, that Spike had a soul and then Anya made a comment, that he was nothing like Angel, and I just felt nauseated. I couldn't tell if it was nausea caused by Dawn being dead, or if because I was feeling another Angel situation coming on. I rushed into the refrigerator, getting away from the two of them for a minute, thinking about it all, as I poured water down into my throat and eventually, my stomach.

SPIKE HAD A SOUL?!?

SPIKE had a soul.

"How did you get the soul? And be specific, Spike, because while we have to take Dawn to the coroner, I seem to remember that when you were last here, you tried to rape Buffy. That doesn't sound like somebody who's soulworthy. Did you like buy it? Trade some body's to some warlock just so that you could get a soul and make Buffy believe that you were worthy or are worthy of her now?"

That seemed to be the most viable option to me. Why else would he get a soul? He already had the chip. I picked Dawn up and the smell didn't bother me because I knew that it would be the last time that I would hold her and that this would be the last time that I would get to look at her beautiful, young face, even if it was puffy and swollen.

I got into the car. Anya followed and Spike manned the backseat with Dawn, her head on his lap, after he assured me that he had locked the door.

I drove away. "Okay, before you tell me what happened with your soul, and how you got it, Spike, because you aren't getting away without telling me, I think that we should iron out exactly how we're going to tell the hospital morgue people or whoever it is that we speak to, what happened. She's been dead for a couple of days, so they're going to wonder why we are just bringing her in now. Any thoughts, Anya?"

I had a couple of thoughts and of course, we would lie about the why and howfore, but it just didn't seem right to have to be doing this when talking about Dawn. Why couldn't people like Spike die instead of getting souls...well die again? This just wasn't right, and Spike having a soul, wasn't right either.

[Anya and Spike]

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Don't drink the water. [11 Jul 2006|08:01am]

storyteller_one
[ mood | sick ]

I was not liking anything about this. I mean, holy jedi, we had come to Acapulco, and a painstaking journey it was, gringo, and it wasn't getting any easier.

The way that I looked at things was this way, we had escaped. Sure, I was saddened that the wild witch had killed Warren and I missed him greatly, not that I was admitting how much I missed him, aloud, but I missed him, but the flip side to us getting on that rig and coming this way, was one of two things. Either Willow killed us, or we were jailed again as co-conspirators in a robbery and as much as everything sucked down here, it beat both of those options.

Johnathan didn't see it that way, though, or course. He was whiny and worried and everyday, he was doing the noble, Doctor Who, we should go back to California and turn ourselves in. His problem wasn't that Warren was dead, which made me want to bitchslap him, because he never really cared about us or the trio. His problem was that we had done all of these bad things and that we needed to atone for them.

Still, for all of his bravado, he didn't take a trip back to the north and across the border, and he wouldn't get me to do it, either, at least not for the reasons that he wanted to. I only felt bad that Warren was gone...and oh yeah, at the moment because while sitting in the sun by a pool and watching all of the hotties go by with nothing on and drooling, I had a tea of the long island variety that seemed to be made from non-bottled water. I didn't think that there was supposed to be water in the drink...

I felt my whole body heating up and wanted to jump in the pool, but instead, drew a crowd as I threw up repeatedly, and suddenly, had the desire to go to the bathroom, and pronto, tonto. I was getting dizzy all over and could hear everyone laughing at me and saying that I must have drank the water and the old saying, don't drink the water here, occurred to me. This was Acapulco. They were a touristy place with men and women wearing nothing by the pools! How could I be sick from drinking the water here? This wasn't the desert!

Enough of that, though, as Johnathan, also calling me names a minute ago, led me towards our room, paid for because of magic's that we used to help some weird guy, also started to get sick, and as we reached the hall where our room was, he got sick too. He had been drinking a cocktail, but it must have had some water in it.

I could barely get the card key into the door and as I went to get first dibbs on the toilet, Johnathan pushed me out of the way, like he had to go worse then I did. We wrestled for the door, which was hard, because, hey, head spinning here, but managed to win, as Johnathan started to throw up again. I sat down, miserable, getting sick and liquifying the toilet even more, as I covered my nose because of the raunchy smell. It kept coming and coming and I needed hydration. I needed water.

I didn't think we had any bottled water and Jerkathan was going to need some too.

[Johnathan]

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An old enemy returns. [11 Jul 2006|07:56am]

_fangdan_
[ mood | calm ]

Katrina and I had been doing things that we had always done. The sexcapades didn't lack with the two of us and she was the first woman that I had found could always keep me sated and one-up me every time that we shagged. Her flexibility and stamina, were epic and her imagination topped that. Still, after three hours of sweaty fornication, I was left empty, but not because of her. I would always take the pleasure of her body. The problem was simple, and it made me roll off of the bed in our Sunnydale quarters, toss on my red boxers and button my shirt, wiping off sheets of sweat as I went.

I looked back at her and noticed that she was wounded. Well, not wounded but bloody definitely wondering what I was doing. Well, what I was doing was wondering why we had come to Sunnydale only to do things that we could and would do anywhere. Sure, we had found out information since arriving. There were two slayers and both of them could now be our targets, but one of them, and not the original one that we had intended to be our target, Buffy Summers. The dossier on one Faith Lehane was too appetizing to imagine and it was she, and not Buffy Summers that had met one of our flunkies and sent him back to us with a message. As far as I knew, Buffy Summers wasn't around. I hadn't heard a thing, and I was tempted to go to her residence and see if I could locate some of her hair or an item that belonged to her so that I could do a locater spell and find her. I would have done the same with Faith Lehane and sought her out, only she hadn't left any hair or any or her blood on Jason, our flunkie, so we couldn't go after her.

Regardless, we hadn't come across either of them and we had done virtually nothing, and that was about to change. "Get changed, my immortal. We're going to go out and look for a little trouble."

Any preconceptions that she might have had about doing anything other then staying in bed and shagging, drifted away as I mentioned trouble. If there was anyone that loved creating or mixing it up with mischief, it was my Katrina. I watched her naked body as she glided, which she always did, to change for the event. I guessed on what she might wear. Leather pants, and a halter that displayed her washboard abdominals, no underwear, no braziere. I was right. Katrina could dress the part of a princess, but it wasn't a common thing for us to partake in those kind of events and she was most at home in the style of clothing that she had on now. Looking at her as I completed dressing myself, as I adorned my red trenchcoat, almost made me want to go in for another multi-hour fuckfest, but dominating even that, was my desire to see what this town was made of.

Within minutes, we were out into the young night sky, and so were citizens of this little, nothing like London, berg. The cemetaries had been clear, as had the majority of the streets on our way into town, but now that we were here, people were about. There seemed to be destruction to the police station and to a magic shop and the adjacent appliance store to it, which drew my attention, until I felt something even more powerful. I pulled Katrina along.

"There are some secretive and dark magics somewhere around here. I can't wait to meet the proprietor of such strength. It might be fun to drain the very life out of them and see what that gives me."

Katrina wasn't into magic's, per se, but she was supportive of me, and what came of my former forays, generally led to power displays and kegs made of flesh for us. I had drained a witch before in Devonshire, and it had been a rush, my powers, magically, reaching new highs, only then, I hadn't had the knowledge to contain them, and I burned them out not long after acquiring them, and causing a mass of requisite destruction.

There was a presence and I looked around, Katrina sensing it too, but wondering why it had pulled me. "There is a room, my immortal, and it is permanently cloaked. I can't undertsnad why it would be permanently cloaked, but I know that I want to be there..."

Seconds later, I was standing in a waiting room and Katrina followed me in. "Death is everywhere, my love. Can't you sense it?"

She followed me into the main room, which looked like the room of a hippie and dead warlock, who was on the floor, and didn't look like he had any luck against his opponent. "The magic is still rife in this room. Something or somebody, powerful was here. I'd like to meet who that was."

[Katrina and Xavier]

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Ripper is back. [02 Jul 2006|02:43am]

backintweed
[ mood | mischievous ]

After running into Faith and Wesley, who were two people that I certainly didn't expect to see in Sunnydale, I made them believe that I was still good old, boring, reliable and evil-fighting Giles. I left them at the auto shop, where I picked up my new BMW, and headed towards my new house, smiling internally at all that I had heard.

Faith was out of prison and reformed. That is, of course, until she was tempted or in some way pushed over the edge, which was something that I was very much looking forward to exploring. Instead of going directly home, where my furnishings were still nearly barren, I stopped at the Magic Box, which, of course, was the place that Willow had killed me, and also, of course, was the place where Xander and Anya delved into the arts, using D'Hoffryn, to bring me back from the dead, while they were also trying to bring Dawn back.

I smiled. They failed to bring Dawn back, and brought me back as ripper. There were so many things that I needed. I stepped inside and realized that Willow had drained all of the evil books. Lucky girl, even though she was now dead. Poor thing. I guess that I was going to have to be the one to take over the evil reigns around here. I was sure that Ethan would look forward to a return here, and decided to call him, using the Magic Box's phone, which amazingly, still worked, but as I went to dial, I also relaized that I didn't know where to reach him.

Such a pity. Oh well. Piffle. There were greater things that I could do, and they didn't have to involve Ethan Rayne, who let's face it, was an amateur when it came to my class of the mystic. Some of the spells that I would perform would make some of his hilarious works here in Sunnydale seem like a vacation on a beach, which was what Buffy was taking.

I could only imagine her reaction when seeing me alive, though Dawn was still dead. I wondered if she would be upset with Xander and Anya, or if she would just be thrilled that I was back. I wondered if she, unlike Xander and Anya, especially and Faith to a degree, would question me like Wesley had, all concerned and put off that I had come back from the dead. I was also amused by how I would react to seeing her. I was sure that though I would be laughing inside, that my acting like I cared for her would be of the world class variety.

I screeched to a halt in my newer, faster wheels, in front of my new home and immediately started studying simultaneously, my history of Fangdan, who Faith said was in town, for any idiosyncrasies that I could tie into him, for like me, he was into the dark arts, and and at the same time, I looked for dark spells or spirits that I could invoke to make everyone suffer.

It was going to be a sleepless and thrilling night, but it was of no consequence. I didn't plan on waking up until the late afternoon, where I would then visit the bank, deposit my money, furnish my new home, and then work on collecting the insurance on the Magic Box, right out from under Anya's back. Money was needed to focus on the spells that were to be forthcoming.

I laughed, thinking about Buffy wih Angel on some tropical island. Hey, maybe she could sleep with him and bring Angelus back? That would be fun. I laughed again, flipping pages.

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Taming Riley [20 Jun 2006|12:59am]

buffyxsummersx
[ mood | determined ]

Riley was really torn up about losing Graham. It's understandable. I've lost my whole family. Well, fifty percent of my whole family. So, yeah, I know how he's feeling times one hundred.

He stepped up to the plate and took the lead, telling Fred and Gunn to find Angel and Cordelia. I would have said something, but I thought it was a good plan. Splitting up would cover more ground, and I didn't have to witness Angel and Cordelia's new relationship. I just couldn't deal or see it right now. There was too much going on and I didn't need any other distractions in my way. We're already stuck with no way home and two of Riley's friends are dead.

We decided to check out the ship at the beach. There was no doubt in my mind that there were demons on the ship. This whole island was being possessed by these things. When we got on the ship, we went below deck. There were demons in there killing a man. The wife was forced to sit there and watch. We were too late. Riley went off the deep end and started to shoot everywhere. He almost shot the woman. I told her to get out, and she ran off. We staked the wounded demons. Riley continued to shoot the one demon and I had to stop him. I grabbed him from behind and threw him on the floor.

"You were getting carried away. You almost shot that woman. They're dead, Riley. What ever demons were on here are dead." I told him that we need to find the others.

Apparently, he didn't like what I said to him.

"Whatever. I'm still killing any demon that I see not named Angel that's doing anything remotely suspicious."

I didn't know what to tell him. He was acting out of control and he thought there was nothing wrong. "Riley...forget it." He looked over at me. "What? Anything I say isn't going to make a difference. You're out for revenge. Trust me, I know the whole deal, but now isn't the time. We need to figure out a way to get out of here. If you're not on the same page, then you won't be able to help me." I walked off, glaring at him. I chose to stick toward the ocean. We covered most of the wooded areas. Now, it was time to cover the beach.

There are things I'm dealing with, and Riley is the only person that was there when I found the bodies in Sunnydale. I would think he would be a little more focused, and know that I understand what he's feeling. He wanted to do his thing. I wanted to do mine. This couldn't work if we didn't come up with a compromise. It's kind of hard to meet halfway with someone that has his own agenda. His personality completely changed on me. I don't know how much more of this I could take. Certainly, I'll put my foot down when necessary.

"Let's stick close to the beach. We're bound to bump into someone or something that could give us some information. Just keep the gun craziness to a minimum. We don't need anymore innocent human beings dying, tonight." I looked back at him. There was so much rage in his eyes, I couldn't even break it.

[Riley]

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Searching [19 Jun 2006|09:48pm]

kyrumption_lost
[ mood | worried ]

The helicopter is gone. Angel and Cordelia are gone. Whatever's next can't be good. Everyone seemed to think that splitting up was a good idea. No one listens to me when I say I want to stick together. One against three. I lost. Me and Charles were left to look for Angel and Cordelia. That didn't leave a good feeling in my stomach.

After watching the two bodies burn, Riley started to give out orders. We separated. When we got to the cave, we found out that Angel and Cordelia weren't there. I had a feeling this would be the case. Why would Angel want to stay in the cave after sunset, knowing Connor is out there and missing? I knew we were going to waste our time by going there. Charles knew I was worried and he did everything in his power to make me feel comfortable.

There was one thing we had to do. We had to go back to the cave where we massacred most of the demons. We knew there were still demons in there, but that's the first place Angel would want to go. I had the machine gun, but that wasn't enough to make me feel safe. Before we went into the cave, Charles took the machine gun and he gave me a stake. I think I had it with the gun. I'm not much of a big gun person, but I knew how to use it.

Someone popped out of nowhere. We knew it was a demon in human disguise. Charles asked it some questions, but she didn't say much. She only said that the little boy is gone. She had to be talking about Connor. She started to laugh and it made me and Charles angry. It wasn't funny and definitely not something to joke about. Charles shot her in the leg. She gave us some info and then I staked her.

We walked into the cave to find it completely empty. There was more demon ooze. I mean, a lot of demon ooze. Angel was definitely here. I knew Charles thought the same thing.

"Okay, so Angel and Cordy have been here and from the look of things, Angel didn't like what he saw, or heard. I'm startin' to get a bad feelin', baby."

Angel killed all of the demons left in the cave. Well, Angel and Cordy.

"I'm thinkin' Angel killed them all before Cordy could even form a plan. He did more damage then what the four of us did earlier and we had a slayer with us and two machine guns. I'm thinkin' Angel is almost Angelus out of his mind at this point and all because Connor had to go off and run away."

That confirmed to me that Angel was beyond angry. He's right. Angel did most of the damage. We all knew what that meant. Angel would do anything at this point to find Connor. We had to find him and now. There was nothing left for us to check in the cave. We walked back out into the darkness. I stayed close to Charles. He was leading us somewhere. In most cases, I would know what to do or where to go. Right now, my brain was at a freeze. There were so many things bothering me. The fact that we have no way back to Los Angeles was on the top of that list. I asked him where we were going.

Well, it seems to me that this cave was the demon stronghold here in the woods. I may be wrong. Angel and Cordy may have found out somethin' else and may be deep in the woods, but what if he went towards the resort area where the hotels are? We neva checked there earlier."

"Do you think the resorts have been overrun by demons? It's possible. We have to be careful, Charles. But, I-I know it's important to find Angel and Cordy, too." I looked up into the dark sky. "I just want to go home." I held his hand as we walked toward the resort area. I hope we would find them. I want this to be over, so we can find a way home.

[Charles]

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The Burial of the little niblet...of Dawn. [11 Jun 2006|05:26pm]

railroad_spike
[ mood | sad ]

Was stuck here with Xander and Anya. Wasn't something that I would call especially confortable, especially considering the fact that in a moment of drunken weakness, Anya and I had committed to something that was spawned by me being shunned by the slaya, and her being stood up at the alter by monkey boy, when we had shagged...when I had shagged her rotten on that table in the magic box.

Add to the discomfort that Xander had somehow found out, probably from Buffy, that I had tried to rape her, only I hadn't. With this buggering chip in my head, I couldn't even defend myself from him, if he decided to start something, but then again, I could knock him unconscious, but it would hurt like hell.

Add to that, fact that Anya seemed to be sniffing me like she knew something, like maybe she knew that I now had a soul, and we had to deal with burying Dawn, burying the niblet, which I would do, even though it pained me to see her dead, for Buffy. Wasn't going to let them mess anything else up. The two of them had used magic's and had brought Giles back. Last time it was done with Buffy, some demon came forth and trie dto kill Buffy all over again. Wasn't exactly known as the king of strategy and sure planning, but I was going to make sure that this was handled tastefully.

Still, I had Anya on me, and I knew that she was about to ask me a question. Something about my soul, which by the by, was still aching to know that Buffy was okay and throbbing in the knowledge that the niblet was now dead. Before Anya could say something, beat her to the punch, even though I knew that somehow, probably because she was a demon again, she could sense a soul on a demon.

"Xander, cover Dawn's body and we'll bring her down to the corridor, tell her that we found her in the cemetary, head injury..the whole nine yards..."

I couldn't even finish it without getting choked up. "And don't look at me like that, monkey boy. I'll have you know that I didn't try to rape Buffy. She was hurt, we fell, I tried to make love to her and she stopped me, and I left. Simple as that."

He just look at me, angry, disbelieving and Anya followed me like a dog, which couldn't be making Captain delivery boy happy, as I took the bloody liberty of grabbing a dark blanket from the linen closet and wrapping her body in it. Carried it downstairs, with Anya following me, still, a look of shock on her face, as I carefully covered Dawn, and kissed her on the forehead, feeling how cold that she was, before covering her face. Finally, had to look back at Anya.

"What is it that you want? You should be worried about spells and consequences and about Giles returning to his evil magic days and be less concerned about yours truly."

[Anya and Xander]

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Hunting down Giles. [11 Jun 2006|05:02pm]

pryce_less
[ mood | pensive ]

A plan was set in order and as Faith and I took off in my jeep, looking for Giles, at least we had the satisfaction of knowing that not everyone was gone. We learned that Giles was alive, which was questionable, but he was alive and Xander and Anya were also around. I wasn't familiar with Anya, but now knew enough about her to know that the phrase caution to the wind was a popular one with her, for she and Xander had carelessly, somehow, brought Giles back from death, even though I had seen his dead body when I had first arrived here, what seemed like weeks ago, now, from Los Angeles.

We also learned that Buffy and this Riley chap were okay and were helping Angel, Cordy, Fred and Gunn on some mission on an island called Marzanilla, which I was familiar with, and Connor was with them. Putting behind me any thoughts of retribution that Angel might have towards me, I turned my focus to Giles, assuming that he was as Xander had put it, 'a little off'.

That wasn't surprising. They had brought Giles back from death. Doing that was bound to fiddle with the internal workings of the mind.

"What do you think would possess Xander and this Anya to do a spell to bring Giles back? It's extraordinary, really. Sure, I'd be most happy if Giles was back to his old self once the hangover from being brought back, possibly from heaven, wears off, but there are consequences beyond what might happen to Giles when doing such a spell. Not only do I not know how they found the spell, or if they were helped when doing it, Faith, but there has to be some kind of consequence to the spell itself. The world never gives you anything for free."

We pulled up in front of Giles' place. Faith told me that Giles might have a red BMW, and it was mentioned that a black SUV might also be driven by Giles, belonging to this Riley chap. Neither vehicle was there, and when we went down to his apartment, we found that the place had been turned over, inside out. "He's been here and he's on the move, apparently, Faith. To where, I couldn't tell you."

We left, quickly, going back to the Jeep, where we were now at a crossroads. "We have to look for his red BMW, or that SUV, black of color. He couldn't have gotten far, although it is true, we don't know where he would be going. I can promise you this, however. He may not be playing with a full deck."

We drove up some streets and saw neither automobile, but shockingly, we saw a woman, somewhat middle-aged, getting out of a red BMW, and seconds later, we saw Giles getting out of a silver BMW sedan, and offering some money to the woman. He then seemed to ask her something, as we stopped and I ould tell, as I got out, that he was in a weird mood, to say the least.

Faith was out of the car and around it, heading towards Giles, before me, as the woman just walked away. She seemed to be waiting for Giles to do something, and then seemed to be waiting for a ride back. It seemed to me as though Giles, here, at night, where this dealership was still open, was going to seel his red BMW, and had somehow, with a large amount of money, already purchased the other BMW. He had moved out of his apartment and was now changing cars. That was interesting, and very much confounding and disturbing. Faith approached Giles, who was already talking to the dealer, who then came out as Giles noticed both Faith and I. He seemed thrown off by seeing us, but I was on to him. I had fled from my friends before, and I wasn't of sound mind when I did so, for other reasons, apparently, then what he had. Giles continued to talk to the dealer, and there were smiles. The dealer then offered Giles Eight thousand dollars for it, and he agreed.

"Making money, moving, selling cars, getting different cars. Wow, Rupert, it is nice to see you again, especially since the last time that I saw you, you were dead on the floor of the Magic Box, but honestly, why all of the changes?"

Faith looked at him too, as did his middle-aged partner in the driving of one car to sell another. She then seemed to hear me and became shocked over the coming back from the dead remark, and walked away with shock on her face.

[Faith and Giles]

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Wolfram and Hart has Connor!?! They are going to pay and now. [10 Jun 2006|08:08am]

shanshu_angel
[ mood | angry ]

After the helicopter had exploded, taking away our ride, and killing two of Riley's soldier buddies, and still not knowing where Connor was, or why he hadn't come back to the beach when the explosion had occurred, I turned up the pressure level on the demons. In one of the caves, was their lair, so to speak, or at least, there were enough of these demons there to believe that it was their lair.

There was no holding back anymore. Things had escalated, and answers would be given. Cordy and I, she using her famous right hand and kicks to the groin, and me going schoolyard on these demons, trimmed the heard from ten to one in about fifteen minutes. Then, Cordelia used her glow, as we kept one demon alive to look for the truth, and to find out, definitively, if he and they knew what had happened to Connor.

They had been so easy to kill, which led me to believe two things. First of all, that Cordy's vision had been overrated, for she had told us that these things were strong, and the whole island was in danger, and secondly, that I didn't have anything to worry about because there was no way that these things could truly harm Connor. He was too strong for them.

But, one of the demons had dropped the bomb on me, telling us that Connor was not on the island and that he was now in the hands of people that he can't touch, which immediately had me thinking two things. First, that demons lacked credibility, but also that the demon had felt Cordy's calming glow, wasn't lying and the people that would go after my son...had to be Wolfram and Hart.

"Those that we can't touch? What is he talking about, Angel? Who has him?"

"You know what? We should definitely keep this guy with us. He knows more than we do, soooooo why not kidnap him for info? He's the only person who can lead us to Connor."

I looked at Cordy. it didn't have to be this difficult. There were only so many enemies that had the resources to capture my son and had tentacles that reached all over this world and others.

"If you tell me this, my friend, I'll let you live," Cordy looked at me, and I was lying, but I had to make the demon believe that he was safe if he cooperated, "is it Wolfram and Hart that has Connor. And if it is, where is he at?"

The demon spilled the beans. It was Wolfram and Hart and he was in the white room, which is a place that I had been before with Lilah. I killed the demon with a stake through the heart.

"We have to find a way to get off of this island, Cordy. He's back in Los Angeles and while demons tend to lack credibility, I believed this one. How else would he know about the white room and Los Angeles and Wolfram and Hart? Obviously, that demon doesn't think that I can penetrate the skin of Wolfram and Hart, and he's dead wrong, literally, as a result. Come on, we have to go."

I figured, as I led her out of the cave, that I was going to pay for being so bossy to her at the moment, but that was secondary at the moment to finding a way back home, so that I could bring down Wolfram and Hart if I had to, to get my son back. As we reached the darknes of the woods, instead of going towards the helicopter, where Buffy, Fred, Riley and Gunn could be, I decided to see if this place had an airport. Tickets could be purchased, and troops could be gathered, because our work was done here, even if demons were still alive here. I knew that Cordy would be true to her vision, but we were going to get Connor back, and I wouldn' take no for an answer. I could buy six tickets and get us out of here, and then we could come back for Buffy and the others, maybe have a little time to kill some more of the demons and then rescue Connor once we got back home.

There had to be a quicker way. Who knew what they were doing to Connor in the white room or anywhere in that building. I couldn't wait for a flight. I had to find another way home, and it had to be fast. I pulled Cordy probably a little more vigorously then she would have liked.

[Cordy]

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Gettin' this shit straight. [04 Jun 2006|10:06am]

loaded_gunn
[ mood | calm ]

I was ready to do some serious demon killin', now, and made some good points. Fred seemed to cave on the issues and put any fear aside. They had killed our friends and had blown up our ride. It was time to do somethin'.

"I-I know, Charles. When you put it that way, it sounds more exciting. I just wish we didn't have to lose more people."

Then Riley, who minutes ago, seemed just lost, came up wit a plan.

"Gunn, Fred, go into the woods to that cave where Angel and Cordelia are, and get them involved in this, and then the four of you can hunt the woods from this side again. The four of you can go into that cave which seemed to house all of the demons. Buffy and I will check that ship. I'm thinking that the demons may have taken up some residence on it, and there's a good chance that since we didn't find Connor in that cave, that he might be on the ship. Buffy and I will look, then we'll head into town. None of us have gone there yet. You two were heading there, but we stopped you and told you about the cave. This time, after the ship, we'll go into town and search things out. Maybe there's another stronghold there? Maybe there's another cave in the woods? With Angel with you, it'll be just like having Buffy and I'm sure that he'd move the world to find his son. We'll search the town and enter the woods on the other side. If we have found Connor, we'll come towards you. If none of us have any luck, meet back here at the helicopter. It should be easy to find. Just follow the smell of burning metal. Be safe."

"Sounds good to me." I looked at Fred and then the four of us looked at each other, and then they were gone.

I took Fred's hand and in the darkness, led her into the woods. The cave that Angel had hid from the sun in wasn't far, and in a second or two, we were in front of it. "We have to split up, baby, to get anywhere. Buffy and Riley can handle themselves alone. They have a machine gun, too. We have one, and in a few seconds, we'll have Angel or Cordy wit us...if they are still here."

She seemed to swallow hard, but held the machine gun like she was ready. We went in, but as we were on our way in, I was thinkin' that unless they were aslep, that there was no way that Angel wouldn't have left the cave when the sun went down to look for Connor. We went deep into the cave and there was nothin'. "Angel? Cordy?" I said, but didn't hear any response.

I took Fred's hand and led her out of the cave. "So, they have already left to look for Connor." Something occurred to me. "Why wouldn't they come to the beach when they heard the explosion, Fred? There's no way, and I don't care how far away into the woods that they were, that at least Angel didn't hear the explosion?"

Fred seemed to already be thinkin' that. Now, we were left wit the task of goin' into the dark woods without Angel's eyesight and Cordy's glowy power thing. She seemed to be thinkin' that already, too. "It sucks, baby, but now, Buffy and Riley are searchin' an area of the island, and Angel and Cordy are probably just ahead of us. We'll walk side by side. If we hear anything snarlin', we'll fill it with bullets."

I took the gun away from here, likin' the way that it felt in my hands, and gave her the stake. Bullets might not kill these things, but they hurt like hell. I shoot em', you stake em'." She looked at me and I could make out those soulful eyes. "Don't worry, baby. We'll be safe, and we'll all, includin' Connor, get off of this island, somehow."

[Fred]

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Just plain irritated. [04 Jun 2006|09:42am]

finn_rileyfinn
[ mood | crappy ]

The four of us had come to the conclusion that we had to kill the demons. We had to kill all of the demons. Well, they wanted to if we ran into them, and I didn't want to do anything else. Call me selfish, but Buffy, Fred and Gunn didn't just lose their best friend two months after losing their spouse. Those demons killed Graham. There was no other explanation, and worse, they blew up the helicopter that was our ticket off of this demon infested island. That was secondary to me. Grief filled me. It covered me, but unlike it was with Samantha, rage was my predominant emotion. With her, I couldn't think. I was blinded. When she died, it felt, literally, like I had died, like somebody had stabbed me in the heart. Now, I was just pissed off.

Finding Angel's son may have been important to the others; Fred and Gunn because they all worked together, and to Buffy because Angel would always be special to her and she wanted to find his son to prove to him that she would always look after him. It didn't matter to me. I didn't know the boy, other then what he looked like and that he had superpowers. To me, he was probably fine, and off killing these demons like I wanted to do and was going to do. We had been in that demon infested cave, which seemed to be their lair, and he wasn't there. Something told me that if they did get ahold of him, that they would have transformed him into one of their kind, which was all the more reason to kill them all.

It was a big island, and we had a lot to do, so, I pretended to care about finding Connor. I didn't know how I was capable, but somehow, I managed to put my demon hunting affairs on hold for a minute or two while we planned how we were going to do this. I pretended to be in control over my anger as we formed a plan. Buffy and Fred weren't huge on the idea of us splitting up, but Gunn seemed to think it was a good idea, and though the balance of power on our twosome assignments here heavily favored Buffy and I, Gunn assured us that he was pissed off enough to protect Fred from anything at the moment. I appreciated that. I knew that Buffy and I would run into scores of demons and that killing them would supercede finding anyone, survival, always the first order of business with demons, and I came up with a thought that was brilliant.

I remembered that ship. "Gunn, Fred, go into the woods to that cave where Angel and Cordelia are, and get them involved in this, and then the four of you can hunt the woods from this side again. The four of you can go into that cave which seemed to house all of the demons. Buffy and I will check that ship. I'm thinking that the demons may have taken up some residence on it, and there's a good chance that since we didn't find Connor in that cave, that he might be on the ship. Buffy and I will look, then we'll head into town. None of us have gone there yet. You two were heading there, but we stopped you and told you about the cave. This time, after the ship, we'll go into town and search things out. Maybe there's another stronghold there? Maybe there's another cave in the woods? With Angel with you, it'll be just like having Buffy and I'm sure that he'd move the world to find his son. We'll search the town and enter the woods on the other side. If we have found Connor, we'll come towards you. If none of us have any luck, meet back here at the helicopter. It should be easy to find. Just follow the smell of burning metal. Be safe."

Once again, Gunn seemd for it, mentioned as much, and Fred seemed to go along with it, while Buffy looked at me, like, 'damn, the planning is my job', but she seemed to think it was a good idea. I was angry, but was thinking clearly for the moment. I knew that she wouldn't necessarily want to be around Angel since he was with Cordelia now. Gunn and Fred went off towards the cave where Angel and Cordelia had been, and leaving Graham in the sand and the smoldering helicopter, we headed down the beach toards the ship.

[Buffy]

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Don't drink the water. [26 May 2006|09:47am]

storyteller_one
[ mood | sick ]

I was not liking anything about this. I mean, holy jedi, we had come to Acapulco, and a painstaking journey it was, gringo, and it wasn't getting any easier.

The way that I looked at things was this way, we had escaped. Sure, I was saddened that the wild witch had killed Warren and I missed him greatly, not that I was admitting how much I missed him, aloud, but I missed him, but the flip side to us getting on that rig and coming this way, was one of two things. Either Willow killed us, or we were jailed again as co-conspirators in a robbery and as much as everything sucked down here, it beat both of those options.

Johnathan didn't see it that way, though, or course. He was whiny and worried and everyday, he was doing the noble, Doctor Who, we should go back to California and turn ourselves in. His problem wasn't that Warren was dead, which made me want to bitchslap him, because he never really cared about us or the trio. His problem was that we had done all of these bad things and that we needed to atone for them.

Still, for all of his bravado, he didn't take a trip back to the north and across the border, and he wouldn't get me to do it, either, at least not for the reasons that he wanted to. I only felt bad that Warren was gone...and oh yeah, at the moment because while sitting in the sun by a pool and watching all of the hotties go by with nothing on and drooling, I had a tea of the long island variety that seemed to be made from non-bottled water. I didn't think that there was supposed to be water in the drink...

I felt my whole body heating up and wanted to jump in the pool, but instead, drew a crowd as I threw up repeatedly, and suddenly, had the desire to go to the bathroom, and pronto, tonto. I was getting dizzy all over and could hear everyone laughing at me and saying that I must have drank the water and the old saying, don't drink the water here, occurred to me. This was Acapulco. They were a touristy place with men and women wearing nothing by the pools! How could I be sick from drinking the water here? This wasn't the desert!

Enough of that, though, as Johnathan, also calling me names a minute ago, led me towards our room, paid for because of magic's that we used to help some weird guy, also started to get sick, and as we reached the hall where our room was, he got sick too. He had been drinking a cocktail, but it must have had some water in it.

I could barely get the card key into the door and as I went to get first dibbs on the toilet, Johnathan pushed me out of the way, like he had to go worse then I did. We wrestled for the door, which was hard, because, hey, head spinning here, but managed to win, as Johnathan started to throw up again. I sat down, miserable, getting sick and liquifying the toilet even more, as I covered my nose because of the raunchy smell. It kept coming and coming and I needed hydration. I needed water.

I didn't think we had any bottled water and Jerkathan was going to need some too.

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Files and records comes through...Lilah. [26 May 2006|09:19am]

ethicallydevoid
[ mood | surprised ]

We were staring at the prodigal son, devising tortures for him after catching him on that island and transporting him, mystically, back to the white room. We, or at least, I, had all sorts of evil plans for him, and was about to unload a bunch of them on Lilah to see what she had, when she was touched and I was walloped over the head by something that came in so fast and was gone so fast, also, mystically, that still shots didn't get a very good look at it from the surveillance cameras located above the entrance doors to the eternal prison cells, where Angel's little boy was currently strapped down.

We managed to isolate that it was something and that the something, in seconds, gave me a splitting headache with a knockout headshot and that it touched Lilah and for some reason, she had a momentary lapse of reason, but we weren't able to decipher what it was.

The security guard didn't see it live, and it wouldn't have mattered, because on digital hi-def, and stilled, we still couldn't pick out even a variety of demon by looking at it, but we did have Ramon going to files and records to run it by computer lady down there. If he didn't come back with answers, and something that I could reign impunity down upon, then his family was going to be receiving a death notification, if he even had a family, and it had been a good half an hour now, that he'd been gone.

I was getting angry and looking at Lilah, who was barely touched by this thing, while I got the full pounding treatment, wasn't making things any easier. I was about to call down to Files and Records to tell them to get their asses in gear, when Ramon walked through the door and the good thing, was that he didn't look nervous. I didn't know him that well, but I was guessing that if he didn't have anyhting for us, that he would have had a look of sheer distress on his face.

Even better then that, he handed me the file. "Did you look through this, or did Files and records prepare a file for you, Ramon?"

"I didn't see it, sir, but if you want to tell me, you know that you can trust me."

I smiled and opened the file. "That will be all, Ramon. Go back to your post and go back over stills over the last thirty minutes and call me if we've had a return visit from this thing, particularly over by the eternal prison."

He walked out and now, I looked at what this thing was. It did have a history here with Wolfram and Hart and it had a name, but even better then that, and I didn't know how Wolfram and Hart knew this stuff, the history included Angel, the vision girl and Lilah. Yes, Lilah.

"It seems that you know this fella, Lilah, although not directly. His name is Skip and you've sent Angel to see him, earlier this year, in fact, to get a certain prisoner we know, out of a burning purgatory."

I handed her the file.

[Lilah]

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Under lock and key. [22 May 2006|06:47pm]

superhero_son
[ mood | angry ]

The name kept coming back. I kept hearing it and multiples were whispering it, but I didn't understand why, and I didn't really care. All that I wanted to do was get out of here and beat the hell out of those two lawyers. Father, the non-biological one, Holtz, had mentioned something about lawyers being there when he had saved me from my real biological father, when he had taken me away, as it was destined to be, and he mentioned that they were evil. I didn't know what a lawyer did, but those two were lawyers and every night in Quortoth, father would tell me a different tale and the one that frequently came up was the night that he saved me and we went to Quortoth. He explained how Angel let him take me, but it was a ruse, and that Angel was just looking to kill him and get me back, where father was sure that he would eventually kill me, as he had killed my father's family, because he was a demon, and inevitably, it was in his nature to kill.

When explaining that night...as he so often did, he told me about the female lawyer that he had seen once before. She was with a firm named Wolfram and Hart, and I could hear the voices calling me now, going back to that same name as if I were supposed to do something about it, and then mentioning the name of Wolfram and Hart. He described that night and the night where he had first seen Angelus again, and the description of the lawyer sort of matched with the girl in that white room and outside of the very bars where I currently was. He didn't know her name, but I had from the short lawyer. Her name was Lilah, and the description fit. She was leggy and really beautiful. More beautiful then Sunny and almost as beautiful as Cordelia, but the voices told me that she was evil and I knew that she was holding me.

I didn't understand it. Angel was an enemy to this firm and this firm was bad. They were holding me against my will, and they were bad. So why would my evil biological so-called father, who gave me up oppose them? I had seen him fight demons but I thought that it was just to make me think that he was good. Holtz had told me what Angelus had done to his family, and it was my duty to avenge that, but still, I couldn't do it while locked away by Lilah here at Wolfram and Hart, who were enemies of my father. It was all so hard to understand, and it was frustrating and pissed me off not to be able to understand and to not be able to get out of my restraints.

I fought with them, wriggling, tearing, pulling, but all that it did was make me tired and I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to focus on the rage and let it get me out of these restraints, eventually. I wanted to think about Angelus killing Holtz' family and think about how he was going to pay for that. I wanted to think about how Angelus tried to lure me into the hotel under the guise of being my father, when he was just a filthy demon who was going to suffer for what he did. I wanted to think about the Lilah lawyer and Wolfram and Hart holding me hostage, and what I was going to do to her when I got out, and the other lawyer, here at Wolfram and Hart, regardles of her beauty. And, I didn't want to fall asleep and hear the voices whispering that name.

Puvain...Puvain. Just another name heard and somebody else who was going to pay in this crappy world. I missed Holtz and I missed Quortoth. Things were clear there and there weren't so many demons who pretended to be good and humans who were almost entirely bad.

Puvain...Puvain. I hated this place. I was going to get out of these restraints. My scream was loud enough to drown out the screams of that name. Puvain...Puvain.

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The Lair [21 May 2006|02:15pm]

cordiechase
[ mood | determined ]

At first, I thought Angel felt guilty for having sex with me. We discovered that he didn't turn to Angelus the first time, so we decided to have sex a second time. He's still brooding. He thinks Angelus is going to pop up. Me? I don't think he will. Angel told me he felt perfect happiness. I believe him. I saw it in his eyes. Marzanilla has many hidden secrets we don't know about. One of them, is keeping Angelus away. Maybe, it's a different dimension? What ever it was, Angel is still Angel, and I'm not complaining.

Angel discussed telling Buffy about what we did. I had my reservations. It's none of her business, but if Angel wants me to tell her, than I have no problem telling her Angel and I made love. Boy, the look on her face would be classic. I told Angel we wouldn't need to tell anyone, unless he turned to Angelus. In the meantime, we're going to keep it between us.

We walked out into the darkness. The sun wasn't keeping Angel away, anymore. Sex talk aside, our thoughts were on finding Connor.

The helicopter was still there as we walked by and started into the woods. A minute later, there was an explosion. Graham and his co-pilot were dead. The helicopter was gone. There was no way home. Angel pulled me away. I thought we were going to step back, but he wanted to keep on going to find Connor. I didn't want to leave the scene, but I couldn't let Angel go find his son on his own, either. If anything happened to Angel and I wasn't there, I wouldn't know what to do. I followed my heart, and my heart told me to go with Angel. There was nothing else we could do. The bodies were complete dust.

Further and further, we went into the woods. There was no light, so I couldn't see anything. Angel was the one with the whole night vision perk. We stopped and heard noises coming from different directions. These weren't regular noises. More like, demon noises. I couldn't see a thing. That was creepy. I asked Angel if he could see anything.

I can see just fine, Cordy, but you have to be ready to do some damage. Do you remember our training? Are you sure that you can handle yourself?"

I wanted to slap him. "Can I handle myself? Of course I can, Angel. What do you think I am?" I pfft'd. I didn't like that he was talking to me like I was a porcelain doll. I was angry, tired, and worried. These demons didn't want a piece of me.

"I'm thinking that a pack of humans wouldn't be this deep in the woods at this hour, or even during the day."

"Yeah, I'm with you on that one." I squeezed his hand tighter as he pulled me along with him, keeping me close. "Where are we going?" I started running with him. We ran into a cave and Angel staked one of the demons. It turned to ooze in front of our eyes. The other demons turned to us and did this high pitch scream. "Uh, I think they're mad at you."

"Stay close to me."

Angel staked another demon. They died fairly easy. I had a feeling there were more. Angel asked them where his son was, and they kept quiet. "Oh, I get it. You guys like to talk amongst yourselves, but not to us. That's rude." I lunged toward another demon and punched it in the face. He turned back and looked at me. "Ok, well let's try this then." I staked him in the chest.

I looked back at Angel and smiled. He motioned to get out of the way. Before I could turn and look, the demon tackled me down to the ground. The demon punched me in the face. He grabbed my head and went to bite into it. I began to glow. My glow works to my advantage now. Everytime I'm in a situation I can't seem to get myself out of, I start to glow. The glow went from me, and transferred onto the demon. The demon looked confused. Then, it blew up. The demon flesh and ooze splattered all over me.

"Eww and eww. My new shirt is completely ruined. God, this is so disgusting." Angel walked over to me and held out his hand. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up to a standing position. I was a little worn out from glowing. Not bad, as usual. It didn't take much out of me to destroy the demon. I looked up at Angel. My face turned into a pout. "I'm all dirty and stinky, now." He wiped blood off of my face. "We killed the four, but something tells me more are in here. I can feel it."

Angel looked around and sensed it too. "I gotta say, they were pretty easy to kill. I don't know how we'll be if we're ambushed by hundreds, but I'm not going to go there, right now." I gave Angel a nervous smile, at the thought.

I knew we were about to go deeper into the cave and we weren't coming out until we had Connor.

[[Angel]]

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The search for things naughty... [20 May 2006|08:15am]

backintweed
[ mood | naughty ]

I had left Xander and Anya behind and had charged them with the task of burying the body of Dawn, and felt absolutely no remorse about it. In fact, as I stopped at an ATM, driving Riley's SUV, it oput a smile on my face. What? Did Xander and Anya actually, after they had...ripped me away from heaven, using dark magic's, of course, which seemed to be the protocol in this town, expect me to take care of all of their problems, soothe them, comfort them, and make their decision to bring me back seem like a valid.

I walked over the rubble and past the spot where my life had been temporarily ended by Willow and laughed again. All of this used to be mine and now that it was gone, I didn't even care. I thought of Xander and Anya again, taking Dawn's body to the police station like I had advised them too and laughed again. They would probably do it, and if they did, then I couldn't wait to read the morning paper and laugh at the two of their faces in shackles. Of course, that wouldn't hold in Anya's case, because she was now, once again, a demon, and could orb out of the cell and take Xander with her, but it would still be a treat.

In fact, I might even be inclined to help the police in relocating Xander and Anya. All it would take was a little bit of magic and I had seen first hand that Anya's demon abilities were no match for powerful magic's. Willow had made her look like a puppet and not a torturous demon. Maybe that was because of her human days? Maybe it was because she had become smitten with Xander? That was her first problem. Xander? The idiot berk had always been nothing but a problem. We had constantly had to save the baffoon. The old Anya was legendary and nearly changed history with the wish that Cordelia had made to her. I was quite sure that the old Anya would have been able to hold her own against Willow and that maybe I wouldn't have died. Then maybe I wouldn't have died? I laughed again as I looked through some books strewn about on the floor and on the remnants of a destroyed table.

Just days ago, I would have looked at all of this and trembled and shuttered, knowing that I had to rebuild. Thank God that those days were over. But, who would want to thank God? I owed my existence to Anya's old boss, and he had used evil and dark magic's to bring me back. I would really have to thank him for that. I did wonder what bringing me back would cost Anya? She would have to do some evil, which we all knew that she was now not up for, and I found myself smiling again, because it was all to bring me back. That was a source of utter hilarity for me, and I couldn't contain the laughter for several minutes.

As I flipped through pages of former forbidden texts and found them to be all devoid of ink, which was something that I would have found to be blasphemous not too long ago. Willow had absorbed all of these pages. It was no wonder how she had gotten so powerful, and now it was time for me to do the same. There were no answers for me here. There were indeed other places where I could boost my own reserves and become every bit as formidable as Willow had been, only fifty times more intellectual about my approach.

I walked back out of the rubble of my former building and thought about reopening it and placing nothing but evil things in it. I indeed had the resources to do that, but as I thought about it, I found that to be a bad decision. There were many other things that I could do with my money. The first thing, was to stop at the liquor store to buy a bottle of tanqueray and a pack of smokes, and after I left, I decided to buy a new car. My car would be too easy to spot. I received a great deal on Riley's SUV and hardly paid anything for the Audi that I purchased instead. I smiled as I left, knowing that soon, the dealer would realize that he had accepted somebody's elses car in trade to a person, named David Beckman, who didn't exist. Stupid, over-eager ponce, willing to do anything to make a sale. He would likely be fired for his mistake. I smiled again, as I new that my next move was to get a new place, right here in Sunnydale, that was, of course, after selling my BMW, which would be too easy to track. I couldn't have any of those idiots, including Buffy, tracking me and after I sold my apartment, next would be looking in to bringing Willow back. That wasn't going to be easy.

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A Team Without Giles [19 May 2006|11:50pm]

vengeancy_anya
[ mood | upset ]

Giles walked out on us.

We lied to Buffy, stayed behind, to bring him and Dawn back to life. Obviously, Dawn didn't come back, but we did manage to bring Giles back. You think we got a thank you? Absolutely not.

Talking was kept to a minimum in the car. I mostly talked. I had to tell Giles how I felt. I wanted him to at least appreciate what we did for him. He had another chance at life. Xander and I sacrifices a lot. Well, I sacrificed a lot. I have to kill someone! So, yeah, I would want a nice thank you. Giles didn't feel it was necessary to thank us. He couldn't get over the fact we used black magic to bring him back.

I didn't say much to him, after he yelled at us like a school teacher. Giles pulled up to Buffy's house and told us to get out. I looked over at him like he was crazy. "Where are you going?" He didn't say anything. He just got out of the car, opened the back door and carried Dawn into the house. We followed him in.

"I would suggest that you come up with something quick and bring her down to the police station, but make your lie a good one. She's been dead for days and there are obvious signs of violence to the body. An investigation will be forthcoming..."

Great. So, he's leaving us to do everything. Xander's going to the police station. I could come up with a good lie for him. Xander doesn't know how to lie, well. "Why should we go to the police? Couldn't we just have her buried?" Xander looked up at me. Giles, once again, said nothing. He walked out and left in Riley's car.

"Well, that's just great. What are we supposed to do now?"

"I don't know, Xander. I think we should skip going to the police. We can just have her buried. The police aren't going to believe what we tell her. They might suspect us of killing her. I can always just orb out, but you're human. You'd be thrown into jail." Xander glared. "I'm just being honest. It's up to you. If you want to go to the police station, then you do it yourself." I started to pace around the living room.

"Giles is different." Xander looked up at me. "There's something about him that's different. I don't think he came back exactly the same. It's clear, by the way he walked out on us. He would never do that."

"We are big dummies, Ahn. Have we made things worse here?"

I had to disagree with Xander. I didn't feel like a dummy. "We're not dummies. We did what we thought would be right. Giles is just angry. Maybe, we should just leave him his space. He'll come around." I wasn't done with Giles, but I didn't want to make Xander feel more awful. There's nothing wrong with sugar coating. He stared down at Dawn's body.

It was dark out. A funeral palor wouldn't be open, right now. "You're going to have to move Dawn. We can't keep her here on the couch. Her body smells." I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but we had to put her somewhere for the night. I heard a car pull up. I looked out of the window. I couldn't see who it was. Most likely, it was a neighbor. I shrugged.

"I guess we could put her outside or, you can wrap her body, and we'll take her body down to the basement."

[[Xander, Faith, Wes, and Spike]]

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An old and recent enemy in the flesh. [17 May 2006|09:03pm]

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Katrina and I had been doing things that we had always done. The sexcapades didn't lack with the two of us and she was the first woman that I had found could always keep me sated and one-up me every time that we shagged. Her flexibility and stamina, were epic and her imagination topped that. Still, after three hours of sweaty fornication, I was left empty, but not because of her. I would always take the pleasure of her body. The problem was simple, and it made me roll off of the bed in our Sunnydale quarters, toss on my red boxers and button my shirt, wiping off sheets of sweat as I went.

I looked back at her and noticed that she was wounded. Well, not wounded but bloody definitely wondering what I was doing. Well, what I was doing was wondering why we had come to Sunnydale only to do things that we could and would do anywhere. Sure, we had found out information since arriving. There were two slayers and both of them could now be our targets, but one of them, and not the original one that we had intended to be our target, Buffy Summers. The dossier on one Faith Lehane was too appetizing to imagine and it was she, and not Buffy Summers that had met one of our flunkies and sent him back to us with a message. As far as I knew, Buffy Summers wasn't around. I hadn't heard a thing, and I was tempted to go to her residence and see if I could locate some of her hair or an item that belonged to her so that I could do a locater spell and find her. I would have done the same with Faith Lehane and sought her out, only she hadn't left any hair or any or her blood on Jason, our flunkie, so we couldn't go after her.

Regardless, we hadn't come across either of them and we had done virtually nothing, and that was about to change. "Get changed, my immortal. We're going to go out and look for a little trouble."

Any preconceptions that she might have had about doing anything other then staying in bed and shagging, drifted away as I mentioned trouble. If there was anyone that loved creating or mixing it up with mischief, it was my Katrina. I watched her naked body as she glided, which she always did, to change for the event. I guessed on what she might wear. Leather pants, and a halter that displayed her washboard abdominals, no underwear, no braziere. I was right. Katrina could dress the part of a princess, but it wasn't a common thing for us to partake in those kind of events and she was most at home in the style of clothing that she had on now. Looking at her as I completed dressing myself, as I adorned my red trenchcoat, almost made me want to go in for another multi-hour fuckfest, but dominating even that, was my desire to see what this town was made of.

Within minutes, we were out into the young night sky, and so were citizens of this little, nothing like London, berg. The cemetaries had been clear, as had the majority of the streets on our way into town, but now that we were here, people were about. There seemed to be destruction to the police station and to a magic shop and the adjacent appliance store to it, which drew my attention, until I felt something even more powerful. I pulled Katrina along.

"There are some secretive and dark magics somewhere around here. I can't wait to meet the proprietor of such strength. It might be fun to drain the very life out of them and see what that gives me."

Katrina wasn't into magic's, per se, but she was supportive of me, and what came of my former forays, generally led to power displays and kegs made of flesh for us. I had drained a witch before in Devonshire, and it had been a rush, my powers, magically, reaching new highs, only then, I hadn't had the knowledge to contain them, and I burned them out not long after acquiring them, and causing a mass of requisite destruction.

There was a presence and I looked around, Katrina sensing it too, but wondering why it had pulled me. "There is a room, my immortal, and it is permanently cloaked. I can't undertsnad why it would be permanently cloaked, but I know that I want to be there..."

Seconds later, I was standing in a waiting room and Katrina followed me in. "Death is everywhere, my love. Can't you sense it?"

She followed me into the main room, which looked like the room of a hippie and dead warlock, who was on the floor, and didn't look like he had any luck against his opponent. "The magic is still rife in this room. Something or somebody, powerful was here. I'd like to meet who that was."

[Katrina and Xavier]

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