Lissie:
A black combat boot took a slow step on the eerily dry grass. Yellow and green stalks crunched under the weight of the heavy shoe. The boot staggered and the body wearing the boot fell to the ground. A pale hand met a pale wrist as the two struggled for dominance. Yellow eyes stared deep into each other, neither baring the same malicious face they wore in a reflection. A warm hand pressed its clam waves unto a strong shoulder, covered in black material. It was quickly brushed away with a growl. A high shriek rang through the gloomy cemetery. The sound was quickly masked by the crack of a gravestone, being split into two. A white, flowy dress became covered in the gray dust of the gravestone, and nervous hands brushed the dust away. A strong arm hit pink fabric, sending a fragile body into a nearby tree. Hearing the ungodly wail emitted from the body, two pairs of yellow eyes turned toward the tree. Their eyes followed the golden body, which hit the pink-clad body again. Resuming their fight, blood drenched hands curled around a pale neck. Laughing wickedly, a strong fist hit the body beneath it, still clinging desperately to the offending creatures neck. Suddenly, a low-pitched yowl resounded, as the creature grabbed its now slashed neck. A wild slap sent a blond head into the ground. Trying to regain balance, the small, yet strong body felt itself being held down by strong hands. The hands scratched its red polished nails down the body beneath it. Yellow eyes watched as drops of blood began to bubble up from the small body. Licking a pale hand, it could taste the sweet blood, its power deep and everlasting. Suddenly, pink polished nails clawed at the pale creature, and pushed it off the strong body it was holding down. The body leapt up, and sent a kick in the direction of the pink body, knocking it out for the rest of the fight. Concentrating on the crazy creature, hazel eyes winced each time she heard a low growl. Sending a fist toward the creature before it, the strong body sent the creature to the wall if the crypt, its white dress billowing out before it. Blue eyes watched the pale body collide with the crypt wall. A surge of anger whipped through the blue-eyed creature as it pushed off the strong body on top of it. Running toward a nearby tree, it cracked off a branch, and held it posed for the strong body following behind it. A small, golden body collided with the blue-eyed creature. The strong creature that was following leapt upon the two of them, its black clothes blending in with the dark night. A growl intermingled with a crazy laugh. Fending off strong punches and scratching nails, the blue-eyed creature blindly threw the tree branch, its makeshift stake. A shriek. A cloud of dust. Knees hit the dry grass as pale hands touched the pile of dust before it. A clear tear hit the ashen pile, as a whisper of the word "Dru" could be heard, the soft but un-mistakable accent hitting the word.
Prebuffy:
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
 Although only one person had uttered so much as a sound, four heads snapped simultaneously in the same direction. Despite the deep and true dislike they all had for her, the death of Drusilla had startled them all. And saddened some. Spike bent over the ashes of his former lover and allowed her remains to run through his fingers. Tears welled up in his sky-blue eyes and he got up with an exaggerated grief. He didn't love Dru anymore and he knew she meant to kill him, but he had never wanted her dead. She had survived so much. Almost as old as Angel, she had unlived for over a hundred years without so much as a scratch to her frail and thin visage. She hadn't died again, like Angel, and she hadn't cracked under the pressure of humanity, like Spike. She had lived a bizzare existence in a strange schizophrenic world and had enjoyed every minute of it. And now, it was over. Her rantings and strange visions had been heard for the last time. No one would ever see her porcelain smile and vintage clothes again.
 Spike and Angel both sighed sadly, partially in regret and turned their attentions back to Buffy. She was staring at them both, apprehensively, and wondering whether or not they would be okay. Both of her lovers had been Drusilla's at one time. She sometimes wished she could talk to Dru like a normal person and get a full history on the two most important men in her life (aside from Giles). Then maybe she could have the same power over them that Dru had had. Then again, she remembered, they loved Dru when they were evil. They loved Buffy when they were good. She was their redemption. That made all the difference. Yet, they still mourned the death of a past lover. Instead of being jealous, Buffy beamed with pride at both manpires. How could she be upset with them for feeling sad at Dru's hasty exit? That just confirmed to her their kind and good hearts. So she said nothing and allowed them to reminisce on their pasts for a time.
 In the moment of silence after Drusilla's death, the fighting had momentarily stopped. Until the piercing, mournful shriek cut through the night air and hit them with the force of lighting to their ears. Harmony continued to scream as she rose off of the ground where she had been laying. She lashed out at the person who was closest to her, which happened to be Spike, hitting him full force and knocking him to the ground.         "This is all your fault," she said. "She wouldn't have come here if she didn't want you back so badly. You suck. She was kind-of my friend." She turned to Buffy "And I hate you to! Why do you always get to win. Spikey was MY Blondie Bear..." Harmony turned and ran blindly into the night, still crying, leaving Angel, Buffy and Spike to finish what she and Dru had started.
 Since Harmony's little tirade had broken the reverie, Spike and Angel changed back into fang form and turned to face one another again. Before a brawl could break out, Buffy stood in between them and pulled Mr. Pointy out of her back.   "One false move from either of you and it's dust central." They resumed the menacing growling, but didn't advance. "This is not going to turn in to a Win Buffy as A Prize Duel," Buffy said. "I need you both to calm down so we can talk about this rationally."              "I am calm, " Angel replied as he lurched in Spike's direction.        "Dust, remember," Buffy yelled, re-routing Mr. Pointy towards him. Angel turned his face back into the gorgeous features that had taken so many women by their heartstrings into dark alleys to be drained of their life's blood.   "Buffy, I came here because Dru was up to something. I didn't come here watch you and Spike play kissy-face." Buffy narrowed her eyes and replied,           "Oh, like you and I used to do before you took off in search of greener pastures?"     "Is that how you feel," he yelled. "You think I left because there was someone better?" Buffy sighed, tired from the fight and not willing or able to withstand both Spike and Angel staring at her with the hurt-pride-who-are-you-going-to-choose-puppy-dog looks.             "I know you left because you thought it was better for us. No more danger of hormones turning you back into a soulless psycho killer. Whatever, Angel. You still left. I can't just stop feeling for anyone because you're not here anymore. I'm a woman now, not an angsty teenager. I NEED Spike." She turned to face Spike. "I mean that. I need you." She turned back to Angel. "I love you. I probably always will. But you've said you'll never come back to Sunnydale on a permanent basis. So, I concede. You're officially of the past." Having to look directly into his eyes was enough to make her start to tear up. She never wanted to hurt him, but it had to be done. She had felt those feelings when he left, and now it was his turn. He'd get over it. She walked over to him and hugged him. When she pulled away, he touched her face. She smiled at him, her first true love, the one who had broken her heart into little teeny shreds that she had just begun to put back together.    "Maybe in another lifetime?" he whispered. She nodded, a single tear falling down her cheek. He turned around, jacket swooshing behind him and walked into the night.
 Buffy turned back to Spike. He still looked fairly pissed, but his eyes softened with every passing second. Finally, his mouth unpursed and he smiled a small smile at her.          "Did you mean what you said, pet? I win." She glared at him.        "That was not your get-back-at-Angel moment. We still have some work to do." Spike rolled his eyes.   "So, luv, you trying to tell me you didn't pick pleasure over pain?" She stuck her tongue out at him.   "Who said anything about pleasure?" He grabbed her kissed the tip of her nose.      "Me. Care to join me?" She pushed him off of her.         "No. I don't know where Harmony went. I think we should find her before she causes any troulbe." He threw his hands in the air.              "C'mon slayer. She's a ditzy bint. What's she gonna do, eh? Blowdry you to death?" Buffy giggled.    "Shutup and come on. She's still a vampire. And she hates both of us. I want to live past my next hairdo." He followed, mumbling something vague about wishing he had killed Harm when he had the chance. Buffy waited for him and they walked, arms around each other, towards the Summers home.
Mazzy:
 Angel, resigned to his fate, was eager to get out of town. He had come to help Buffy, but after all this time, it was clear she didn’t need him anymore. He had only a few belongings—button down-shirt, hair gel, blood packets and some clean underwear--yet he went through the motions of packing them neatly in his small black bag before heading out of the Hellmouth and back to LA. The thing was, he seemed to be going through this motions a bit angrier than usual. Spike, of all people, was what she needed? He couldn’t believe it. But then again, would Buffy understand the growing attachment
he was beginning to feel for Cordelia? No. Better if some things were left unsaid and unknown. With a quick zip of the bag he was done and about to get the heck out of Sunnydale once more--maybe this time forever.

 There was a soft rap at his hotel room door, but it quickly grew more incessant and annoying. He knew it could only be one person. Incensed and irritated, he opened the wooden door to find a pink-clad huffy Harmony standing on the other side. She did not even wait for him to give her an official invite; she barged right in and began rambling,   "How could they? How could she? And He! And I knew about it, but being faced with it is something different. And did you see the way they teamed up and took out Drusilla? They are an evil pair and you and I are the only ones who can stop them. So come on, I’ve got a plan."

 Angel slammed closed the open door and faced Harmony with an almost-growl-like scowl.    "No, you listen Harmony. I’m done. I’ve got things to take care of LA. Remember? You know how it was, and it’s calling me. Buffy has made her choice. Frankly, I don’t know why I don’t just stake you here and now, but something tells me you’re not worth the effort."
 "How rude! After all I’ve done for you." Angel cocked an eyebrow in a questioning response, but Harmony continued. "Well, fine Mr. Soul Demon. I’m a smart girl and have read all the books, and I don’t need anyone to help me work my evil plots. I know exactly how to handle the Slayer. That bitch!"

 Suddenly Angel burst forward and grabbed her by the wrist.        "I’m trying to be reasonable here, and I can let you go now if you promise to find a way below-ground crypt far away from Sunnydale, preferably on the edge of the Earth and you make yourself a nice little home for yourself there." He gripped her frail arm even tighter. "I suggest you accept that kindness and get out of here before I change my mind. NOW!"

Harmony quickly vamped out growing incredibly strong and breaking from Angel’s hold. She marched toward the door. She was almost out of the room when she turned back and hissed at him.        "You may have gotten your way this time, but this isn’t the last you’ve seen of me!" Harmony continued to storm out, but found herself tripping over her heels--landing promptly and
unceremoniously on the ground of the hallway. "Dammit!" she cursed before regaining her composure and leaving his sight.

 Angel looked around the room one last time and headed toward the door himself. At the threshold, he hesitated before finally moving back toward the bed and sitting on its cheap covering of a bedspread. He reluctantly picked up the handle of the nearby phone living on the nightstand. He dialed a number he knew by heart.
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 Willow was watching TV when the phone’s ringing gave her a slight startle. She made a quick motion with the flick of her hand and the receiver found it’s way to her.          "Summer’s residence." The voice on the other end was terse and familiar.     "Willow, it’s Angel. I don’t have time, but I’ve called to let you know that Harmony’s in town and probably up to no good. Just wanna let you know, and tell Buffy. No. Just tell her…Just keep your eye out." Willow’s voice grew excited at this news.              "Harmony? Oh, well, she’s kind of a threat, isn’t she? After all, she did bite me that time. But what about you? Are you coming over here? Gonna help take her out?" Willow laughed at that, imagining the fight.
 "No." Angel’s voice was firm. "I’m heading back to LA now. I’m sure Buffy can handle it…without me."
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 In the dark night, where the shadows played in a dance on the pavement, two lovers frolicked, hand-in-hand and looking somewhat dreamily into each other’s eyes. The petite female looked up at her companion, a look of concern grew on her face.               "So, how are you really about what happened back there?"
 "I’m not gonna lie luv. It hurt; it was agony. To see Dru disappear before my eyes, and know that I caused it…" Spike’s voice trailed off.            "I’m sorry. It didn’t have to be like that." Buffy felt guilty. She was pleased that he was now with her and that she could finally allow herself to be happy with him, and yet he still had this ache inside of him, just like a part of her would always have an ache for Angel.
 "Buffy, it’s like what you said to Angel. Dru was of the past. She meant a lot, but I look at you…" he stopped walking and took both of her hands in his…"and I see my present. And my future." He grabbed one of her hands, lifted it up and pressed it gently to his lips in a very gentlemanly and un-Spike-like way. It made her blush, and she sensed a change in the air.
 Maybe in this crazy mixed-up town, she could make things work out with this vamp, but unlike Angel, it was mostly because Spike wanted to make it work. The two lovers strolled on the pavement. The road led them toward 1630 Revello Drive, and in front of the house on the road’s black lair, a vehicle awakened. A van fastened with a hulking satellite dish monitored all the comings and goings of the Summers' house and kept its watchful eye on the Slayer. Currently it tracked a blonde-haired, pink clad vamp heading toward the residence.
Alantie:
 "UGH! Look at the two of you. La, la, la! So in love." the shrill valley girl voice mocked through the night air as Spike and Buffy were in the middle of a farewell kiss that was rapidly turning into groping and grinding on the sidewalk in front of the Summers home. "Well let me tell you something: You are a bitch." Harmony screamed, poking a finger towards Buffy, "and YOU aren't as good as sex as you think you are." she shrugged at Spike, pushing her blonde tresses behind her shoulder with a casual, yet silly, swoop of her hand. "And I am tired of both of you, and I am *so* gonna kick your asses. God, Spike, You killed Dru! How can you be trading saliva with this dumb little Slayer when your true love is dead -like really dead? And Little Miss Horny here should be feeling grateful that her ex-honey came back to help her, but instead she leaves him in a hotel room and lets him breeze out of town. Again. Geez, Buff, aren't you tired of getting dumped. Angel is hot too. I would gladly give him a go, but whatever. Spike, Mr. William-I-Kill-My-Own-Kind-and-Screw-The-Slayer. Its so old! And getting lame now-" In a puff of pink dust she was gone.        Spike lowered the stake and shrugged at Buffy. "That shuts her up." Buffy's grin was his reward, as was her beautiful neck cranning towards the house, gesturing him in. He smirked at her, and wrapped his hard leather arms around her and they stumbled into the dark house in each others lusty and loving embraces.       The men in the van snickered.          "Gentlemen- I think we know her weakness."