Chapter Three, The Tragedy

Buffy looked intently down through the dirty glass of the sky-light. She heard Angel call down his answer to Mya as to who she was. All he said was that she was the Slayer. The only Slayer who was alive and had seniority to Mya. *I wonder if he hates me,* she thought. Angel crept up next to her and peered over her shoulder.

“They’re in a holding pattern,” he commented. “I wonder why.” Buffy put some pieces together as she recognized some vampires who had worked for Kekistoes.

“They know I’m here,” she told him. “Trick must have found out somehow that I was coming back.”

“Trick? Why would he want to kill you?” Angel asked quietly. Buffy smirked at him, one that he knew was an exact copy of Angelus’s, and he shivered.

“Because I was born. Why else?” she replied. When she didn’t get a reply from Angel, she yelled in one loud voice, “NOW!” and jumped through the glass. She landed on the ground, Angel a few feet behind her. The front door flew open and so did the back. Knowing the others would get out the civilians, Buffy went to work. She kicked a vampire who was rushing at her in the stomach and then twirled around to deliver a nasty strike to his temple. The vampire dropped like a sack and Buffy went after another one.

Angel ducked one attack and swung his leg out to catch a vampire. He saw Buffy take out that other one and briefly watched her as she went after another.

“This way!” Willow called out and a group of frightened people rushed out the door with Willow. Spike, still vamped out, swung at a vampire and then kicked another behind him. Drusilla and Xander worked back to back and each took out a vampire.

“Angel! Get down!” Buffy cried out as she saw a vampire leap at him. Angel heard her plea too late and felt the vampire land on his upper body. His head hit the cement floor with a thud and then he blacked out. Enraged, Buffy flung the vampire off of Angel’s body and staked him in one clean sweep. She glanced around and saw most of the teens who had gone to the Bronze that night weren’t there any more and that they had taken out most of the vampires.

“Slayer!” a voice boomed out. Mya’s head snapped to a vampire who had called out her title but was facing the other way. Buffy looked up from her spot next to Angel and it seemed as if the activity around her stopped.

“Slayer,” the vampire said again.

“What?” Buffy asked irritated.

“Good show tonight. Although, I must admit I thought you’d be here a little sooner. We were starting to get bored.” Buffy stood up and she glanced around to make sure her friends were still alive.

“You should’ve brought a book,” she muttered.

“Amusing. Like your mother.” Everyone’s head snapped in the direction of the only vampire left alive in the club other than Spike and Dru.

“What?” Buffy whispered.

“Didn’t I mention? She says ‘Hi’.” With an evil smile and a brief chuckle, the vampire breezed past the stunned Slayerettes by the door and out into the night. Buffy visibly paled and a chill crept up her spine. *This is just like when I found out that meeting with Angelus was a set up and the others were attacked. Just like it,* she thought.

“Mom,” she whispered and bolted towards the Bronze door.

“Buffy!” Spike called out to her, but she was already out the door. “Someone take care of Peaches here, we need to get there now!” Drusilla, changing her face back to it’s human guise, went over to Angel and placed her hands on his head.

“Wake up,” she whispered. *Please,* she added silently. Angel stirred out of his unconscious state and looked up at her confused.

“Where’s Buffy?” he asked.

“We need to go, now.” Drusilla told him. “I’ll explain on the way.”

“Where?” Angel asked as he rose to his feet.

“Buffy’s mom’s house.”

*****

Buffy ran as fast as she could, away from the Bronze and to her mother’s house. She ran up the front lawn and into the house, barely noticing the broken down door. *Mom, where are you?* she thought urgently.

“Mom!” she called out. “MOM!”

“Buffy,” she heard a female voice say and spun around. She saw Willow standing in the doorway with the others crowded around her; Spike muttered a quiet invitation to Drusilla who then stepped into the Summers-Giles home. Taking in a deep breath Buffy ignored her friend and continued on into the house. She moved past the stairs and walked into the kitchen where she found her mother’s crumpled body on the floor.

“Joyce,” Giles whispered from behind Buffy and pushed past her. Buffy stared as Giles knelt down, pulling Joyce Summers-Giles into his lap; her head slumped unnaturally to the side and Buffy knew her neck was broken. *Just like Jenny’s.* she thought. The others moved behind her as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen staring at her mother.

“Mom,” she finally whispered and took a step towards them. Giles jerked back and held onto Joyce’s body for dear life.

“Stay away,” he choked out over his tears. “Your fault. If you had stayed, she’d still be alive!” he ranted.

“Giles,” Angel had started. Buffy held up her hand and looked back at him with an emotionless face.

“No Angel, he’s right.” She walked past them and went into the living room. She picked up the only picture that hadn’t been destroyed. It was a frame that held a picture of Giles and her mother from their wedding day, and a picture of Buffy before she left. “It’s my fault,” she murmured matter-of-factly. The emotionless, almost uncaring way Buffy said that scared Angel more than he thought he could be scared. He watched as she moved out of the house and walked down the street; her head was only a little lower than normal and she seemed to be walking in a daze.

“It’s almost as if she doesn’t care,” Xander said. He wiped away a tear and stared down at his friend in disgust. “Her mother’s dead and she doesn’t care.” Angel shook his head as he saw Buffy start to run down the rest of the street, her shoulder shaking uncontrollably.

“She cares,” he said sadly. “She blames herself.” Drusilla, who was looking at Giles in disgust, morphed back into her vampiric visage and growled.

“She blames herself for everything!” she hissed at Giles. “For every person she couldn’t save, for every bruise or cut these people got while working with her, for everything that she couldn’t make right. When the Council gave Spike and I our souls and sent us to work with Buffy, she wouldn’t do anything! She wouldn’t eat, sleep, anything. She was suicidal on her 18th birthday because of what had happened the year before and now you blame her for this! You make me sick.” She turned to glare at all of the stunned people in the room. “All of you make me sick. I have done a lot, and I mean A LOT, of terrible things in my life times, but this, this takes the cake.” Angrily, Dru stormed out of the house and after Buffy. Spike took off after her and Whistler looked at the others.

“She wasn’t lying. Buffy was so afraid to come back, it took us forever to convince her. If this prophecy hadn’t popped up, you never would’ve seen her again.” He took a few steps towards the door and looked at the others sadly. “I’d stay, but I’m her Watcher now, until they give her one she’ll actually work with. I have to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself or one of the others.” Angel nodded and Whistler disappeared down the street after the others. Giles, who was sitting in shock with his wife’s body in his arms, was brought back to reality as soon as Drusilla’s word hit his ears.

“Suicidal?” he repeated. “My god, what have I done? What have I done?”

Chapter Four, The Dream

Giles walked down a long, dark hallway towards a small weeping figure. Buffy was crumpled on the floor in a small ball; blood poured from wounds on her wrists.

“Buffy!” he cried out as her body stopped shaking. He ran to her side, kneeling in her blood, and gently rolled her onto her back. Buffy’s still tearstained face was pale and her dead eyes stared into nothing. “No, NO!” Giles sobbed into her hair. “First Joyce, now you. I just got you back.” A hand touched his shoulder and he turned to face a vamped out Dru.

“She was suicidal on her 18th birthday,” she snarled at Giles. “She was suicidal and now you blame her for this!” Xander walked up, grim faced, followed by Angel; Angel knelt down and wrenched Buffy’s lifeless body from Giles’s arms.

“It’s your fault she’s dead!” Angel hissed. “Your fault.” Mya walked up behind Giles with an evil smile. The second she saw Buffy’s dead figure, her smile grew. Xander looked at Mya with a look of pity and disgust.

“She doesn’t even care,” Xander whispered then looked up at Giles, his eyes narrowing. “She’s dead. It’s your fault.” Drusilla’s voice joined in with Xander’s chant. “Your fault, your fault, your fault…” Angel looked up at Giles, his face full of pain and anger.

“She’s dead and it’s YOUR FAULT!” he hissed at Giles. Angel placed Buffy’s body on the ground and stood. Willow, Oz, Cordelia, Spike, and Whistler walked up behind Angel, Xander, and Dru.

“Your fault, your fault, your fault,” they chanted. Whistler broke off his chanting and stepped forward.

“The end of the world,” he said to Giles over the others’ chanting. “Mya’s not strong enough to win.”

“The end of the world,” Joyce said from Giles’s side.

“Joyce!” Giles whispered. She glared at him and held out her hand. Buffy rose from the ground and reached for her mom. She smiled at Giles and looked around.

“Mya’s not strong enough to win.” Buffy took a step toward Giles and whispered in his ear, “But she’s heartless enough to kill.” Giles looked at her only to see her move in front of a vortex that hadn’t been there earlier. Buffy stood mesmerized in front of it and then slowly turned around as Mya shoved her hard into the vortex. Buffy’s surprised face looked up at Giles, then her body fell into nothing.

“Buffy!” Giles cried out and moved towards where Buffy was standing; everything disappeared. He looked around to find the group of people who had surrounded him just seconds earlier were gone, their voices slowly fading. He saw another vortex grow in front of him and turned to run when he felt hands grab his shoulders tightly.

“No!” he cried out and opened his eyes. Wildly, Giles looked around from his position on Angel’s couch and struggled to slow his breathing. Slowly, everything returned to him. Joyce was dead and he had blamed Buffy for it, there was a prophecy that might destroy the world, he couldn’t stay at home so he had gone to Angel’s for the night, nobody could get a hold of Whistler, Spike, Drusilla, or Buffy. Nobody had seen them for three days. And nobody could find them, not even in a town like Sunnydale. Angel took his hands off of Giles’s shoulders as he seemed to regain his sense of reality.

“Are you okay Giles?” Angel asked quietly. Giles looked up into Angel’s eyes then looked around. “You were screaming in your sleep. Scared me half to death.”

“My fault,” Giles mumbled, running his finger through his dampened hair.

“Huh?” Angel asked.

“We have to find Buffy,” Giles said urgently. “We have to do it now. Before she does something drastic that could damn the world.”

*****

Buffy knew she was supposed to do something. Something important. But all she could do was stare into the vortex at the mansion. It was almost exactly what she remembered, only this time there wasn’t a huge stone demon behind it…She heard a noise behind her and turned around; she saw that all of her friends were surrounding her. She saw a figure flicker in and out of focus and frowned.

“Mom?” she asked quietly. The figure exploded into a brief surge of bright light then dissipated into nothing.

“She’s dead,” Giles snarled. “You killed her like you killed him.” She looked up at him only to look up at Angel.

“I love you,” he whispered. Unable to stop herself, Buffy told him to close his eyes. When he did, she pulled back her sword that appeared out of nowhere and plunged it into his chest. Angel’s eyes wrenched open with unmistakable betrayal and hurt; he reached out to her. “Buffy.” Then, as the tears poured down her cheeks, he laughed. Buffy as watched the mansion melted into the cemetery then she realized she wasn’t holding a sword anymore, but she was holding Mr. Pointy.

“Wha-?” she started.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Buffy looked up into Angel’s face. “This isn’t about you.” Closing her eyes, Buffy waited to the next part to come. Instead, Angel walked over to her and gently touched her arm. “This isn’t about *you*,” he said softly. “It’s about *her*.” He pointed and Buffy turned around, only to be transported into the library surrounded by her friends again. She stood there, frozen as Mya came up and gave her a hard shove. Buffy, shutting her eyes, flew back and into the vortex. She fell and fell until she hit something hard and the place illuminated with light. She opened her eyes.

She had fallen out of bed.

Dru rushed over to the side that Buffy had fallen to after Spike flicked on the lights. He walked over, taking note that it was still dark out.

“Buffy, are you okay?” Drusilla asked the stunned Slayer quietly. Slowly, Dru reached out to touch Buffy’s arm, only to make her jump, startled.

“Mya,” Buffy gasped out then blinked. “What the-?”

“I was thinking the same thing, pet,” Spike muttered. Buffy jumped to her feet and pulled on a robe over her boxers and tank-top. Then she went over to a door that attached to her room and pounded none too softly on it.

“WHISTLER! WAKE-UP!” she yelled. She heard a small ruffling of some blankets then a click as the lamp on the other side of the wall flicked on.

“Buffy? Go back to bed,” Whistler called out quietly.

“DO NOT MAKE ME BREAK DOWN THIS DOOR!” Buffy screamed.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” Whistler padded to the door and unlocked it.

“What is it Buffy?” he asked the nerve-rattled Slayer.

“I had a dream.” she started. Whistler, knowing that it was a good idea to trust Buffy’s dreams, listened intently as she described it to him. “And then I woke up on the floor,” she concluded. Drusilla, who had turned a few shades paler went over to Buffy’s side.

“Do you think it was prophetic?” she asked. Buffy looked at her, frowning.

“I don’t know. I know something bad’s going to happen, but…I don’t know. It could’ve been bad Mexican that we had for dinner or it could be a real warning.” Buffy looked over at the quiet demon. “Whistler, what do you think?”

“I think it was real. But why would Mya do that to you? We don’t have any proof.” Buffy frowned as she ran her fingers through her hair. “That and we only have a few more days left ‘till we go into battle.”

“Yeah,” Buffy repeated. “Only a few days left. We should probably find Giles and them, get ready.

Chapter Five, The Explanation

Buffy slowly wandered towards the library. She had fallen asleep later the night before, after her dream. But she was only able to do that when she made herself a little place on the floor in Spike and Dru’s room. She shuddered inside when she thought about the fact she didn’t have a mom to do those things anymore. She knew from the obituary that her mom’s funeral service had been the day after she had found the body lying on the kitchen floor. Buffy was still in so much shock that she didn’t even bother going. Whistler had told her how her mother died, besides the obvious broken neck. Apparently, the mayor was some evil guy and hired some people to break in and invite some vampires. *I wonder if I’ve already killed who did it…or if I can still have that pleasure,* she thought before stepping into the
library. They needed to make a plan, then, as soon as the demon was killed, Buffy planned to get as far from Sunnydale as she could. Giles blamed her, and she still hadn’t dealt with everything yet. Not that she wanted to; it was pretty obvious that Mya and Angel had a thing going on. Buffy felt her stomach twist and she pushed away the nauseating feeling that erupted in her body.

“Did she say when she’d get here?” Buffy heard a voice ask as she stood outside of the doors. She peered in and saw less people than she thought. Spike and Dru were there, only to keep Buffy’s emotions protected and in control, Whistler was there to help research and the only others were Giles and Angel. Buffy sighed gratefully and pushed open the door.

“Speak of the devil,” Spike muttered.

“Very funny,” Buffy said with a raised eyebrow. She shook her hair, to make sure all of the vampire dust came out of her hair, then crossed the library to Whistler’s side. “So, where do we start?” she asked.

“By, surprisingly enough, research,” Giles said. Buffy nodded and set down her slaying bag.

“Joy,” she muttered and sat down. “What do I do?”

“Well, the only books I have concerning this that are in English, the others have already gotten to, so, I’m not sure.” Giles said slowly. Buffy shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and looked at the doors.

“I could do another sweep down by the Bronze,” she suggested.

“No, Buff, not with the way you’ve been sleeping,” Drusilla told her. “We need you in peak condition.” Buffy’s shoulders sagged at her only escape route and she sighed.

“Then what should I do?” she asked again.

“How about you tell us what you’ve been doing for the past year and a half,” Giles suggested, his tone slightly cold and harsh. Swallowing hard, Buffy nodded.

“Okay. Well, it was about eight months ago…”

*****

Buffy sat in her room, staring off into space when she heard a knock at the door. She didn’t move. The person at the door continued to knock until she heard a small scratching at the doorknob. She didn’t care. She was almost 18 and the terrors of last year came back to her mind in full force. Tears started to stream down her face and she curled up into a tiny ball.

“Slayer?” a semi-familiar voice called out. “Slayer?”

“She’s not ‘ere,” another voice said. “Can we go now, ducks?”

“No,” the third said sharply. “We have to find her. You guys can come in.” Spike and Dru stepped through the thresh-hold. Whistler walked in and looked around. “There she is.”

“Hey Slayer,” Spike said. Buffy didn’t move. “Hey luv, is she dead?”

“No Spike,” Drusilla answered. “She’s not dead.” Concerned, Drusilla walked over to the edge of Buffy’s bed. “Buffy…er, Slayer, whatever…are you okay?” Buffy didn’t do anything but lay there and cry.

“She’s not answering, ducks, let’s go,” Spike whined. “Before the Slayer there gets in a stake-happy mood.”

“Okay. Slayer, if you need anything, we’ll leave a number,” Drusilla said. After getting no response, Dru tore a piece of paper from a note-pad near the phone and wrote down a number. “Bye Slayer.” The three walked to the door.

“Buffy,” Buffy called out quietly.

“What?” Spike asked.

“Don’t call me ‘Slayer’. My name is Buffy,” she repeated. “And no, I’m not okay.”

*****

Angel looked up from his book he was skimming while Buffy stopped for a second and opened a can of Mountain Dew that had been in her bag.“I know, not my most proud moments,” she said, half-laughing.

“So, what did you do next?” Angel asked. He had to admit that he was getting sucked into Buffy’s story more than he could be; he had research to do.

“It was so long ago,” Buffy said. “I don’t really remember. I just talked with Dru and got over some stuff.”

“Oh,” Angel replied. His eyes met hers for a second and then she looked away. “So, what happened after that?”

“We went around the world and killed stuff, Peaches,” Spike muttered. “Bloody Slayer said that already. Or maybe your old age is finally getting to you.”

“Sit N’ Spin, if you don’t shut up I will…” Buffy started.

“Sorry Slayer. I’ll be good,” he muttered. Whistler raised an eyebrow and continued to read his book.

“Hey watcher,” he said. “I think I found something.” Giles walked over to Whistler and skimmed through the page he indicated.

“Oh dear,” Giles whispered. “Oh dear, oh dear.”

“Translation?” Spike asked.

“Something bad’s written on that page, and it probably means I’m going to die,” Buffy muttered. “So Whistler, give me a weapon and point me in the direction of where the baddie is.”

“Don’t you care if you die?” Angel asked incredulously. Buffy looked at him sadly and shrugged.

“It’s not like I have anything to live for,” she whispered. The others were quiet for a few moments and Buffy polished off her pop.

“Buffy, we’ll need to know some things about Trick. Do you think you could go and persuade Willy?” Whistler asked.

“Send Spike,” Buffy said. “I’m tired.”

“Spike’ll probably kill him,” Whistler pointed out. Buffy sighed and then nodded.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do that then I’ll take a quick sweep by the park.” Whistler nodded and he and Giles began to discuss the book.

“I’ll go with you,” Angel said. “We need to talk.”

“Dun, dun, duuunnnn,” Spike muttered. Drusilla smacked him on the arm and he looked up at her innocently. “What?”

“You know damn well, ‘what’,” she hissed.

“A little less racket from the peanut gallery,” Buffy muttered then looked at Angel. “Okay, then I guess I could walk you home or something.” Angel nodded and they gathered their things. “Don’t wait up Dru, I don’t know when I’ll be done patrolling.”

“Kay,” Dru replied and smiled at her. “Have fun.” Buffy raised her eyebrow and pulled on her leather jacket. She headed out of the library with Angel at her heels.

*****

Willy finished putting away the bottles of alcohol and blood that he kept in his bar. The door opened and a little bell rang up the stairs.

“We’re closed,” he called up. Nothing. Curiously, he pulled out a cross and walked towards the stairs. A figure came out of the darkness and Willy swung the cross wildly.

“Will you watch it with that thing?” Angel asked annoyed.

“Angel, buddy. Didn’t realize it was you. gosh, you’ve gotten more quiet in your recent humanisms. What can I do you for?” Willy walked back to the counter and set down his cross.

“Human? What the hell is he talking about?” a female voice demanded. Angel looked back over his shoulder and frowned.

“You didn’t know?” he asked.

“Know what?” Buffy asked as she descended down the stairs.

“I’m human,” Angel said quietly. Buffy stopped and a look of pure shock raced over her pretty features.

“Okay, we really do need to talk,” she muttered then looked at Willy.

“Hiya Willy. How’s business?”

“Slayer? When did, I mean, uh, hi.” Willy scratched his head. “So you’re why they’ve practically ran into hiding.”

“Who?” Angel asked.

“The vamps.”

“Sorry ‘bout that Willy. Don’t worry though, I’ll be gone in a few days, one way or another.” Buffy replied. “We want to know about a vamp named Trick.”

“Trick? I don’t know him,” Willy replied nervously.

“You lie to me, Willy, and I’ll personally see that Spike and Drusilla come here and rip you to shreds. I’d do it myself, but I really don’t want to get blood on my jacket.”

“He’s…” Willy’s shoulders hung defeatedly and he sighed. “He’s in the old mansion that Angel set up shop in a while back. They’re preparing for some new prophecy. It seems the hell mouth’s going to open, and nobody’s here to stop it. Well, that was then.” Buffy cocked her head then nodded, satisfied.

“Thanks Willy, knew I could count on you,” she said then turned to leave.

“Hey Slayer,” Willy called up to her. She stopped and looked at him. “Good luck.” She nodded and then left. Angel looked oddly at Willy then headed up after Buffy. “Slayers,” Willy muttered. “Always bad for business.”

*****

“Buffy! Wait up!” Angel called out to Buffy. She slowed to a stop then turned to look at Angel. “Thanks,” he muttered and fell into step next to her.

“So, human,” she started.

“Yeah. It’s a lot to take in. I know.” Buffy stared down at the ground and then glanced sideways at Angel.

“So, no curse or anything,” she prodded.

“Nope. None. Just me and a human body that’s still as strong as it was as a vampire.” *And still as gorgeous,* Buffy thought.

“Angel? Do you…never mind.” Buffy picked up her pace a little and Angel did the same.

“What?”

“Its…do you know exactly how beautiful you are?” she asked, blushing. Angel stopped in his tracks and blinked, as if he didn’t hear right.

“Beautiful?” Buffy stopped a few feet in front of him and turned to face him, always avoiding his eyes. “To be honest, I didn’t think that’s what you would’ve called me when…if you ever came back.”

“What did you think I’d call you?” Buffy asked cautiously.

“A monster,” Angel replied quietly. Buffy looked up into his eyes and fought back tears.

“No. Don’t even think that. It’s not true, and I never thought it,” she told him sharply.

“But all the things I — ”

“Demon. The DEMON!” Buffy insisted.

“You don’t believe that,” Angel said bitterly.

“I have this conversation almost daily with Spike and Drusilla and I always win. If I thought you were a monster, I would’ve staked you long ago.” Angel looked down at Buffy. “Besides, if it weren’t for me, he never would’ve been re-introduced to the world.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Angel said forcefully.

“I made you lose your soul.”

“You made me happy.”

“I killed you and sent you to hell.”

“You saved the world.”

“I destroyed everything you worked for.”

“You made me human.” Buffy opened her mouth to reply then looked up at him, confusion showing in her eyes.

“Huh?” she asked. Angel stepped forward and pressed her hand against his chest, right over his heart. She could feel it thumping loudly inside Angel’s chest.

“If you hadn’t saved the world by sending me to hell, Willow and Giles never would’ve gotten me out and I never would’ve become human.” Buffy pulled away her hand and resisted the urge to run into his arms. “I love — ”

“Mya,” Buffy finished. “I’ve seen how you look at her.”

“No!” Angel said. “No. I don’t love her. All it was, was a dumb little crush. I was fascinated with her, and I felt sorry for her. She didn’t have any friends. So I became her friend.”

“So…who do you love?” Buffy asked hesitantly. Angel put his fingers under Buffy’s chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” he asked. Buffy pulled away and turned to walk down the street.

“I’ve had a lot of bad experiences Angel, and somehow, the words ‘scarred for life’ come to mind.” Angel walked up behind her and bent down to whisper in her ear.

“You Buffy. I’ve never stopped.” After getting no reply, Angel took in a deep breath and continued down the street to his house to brood. Quietly, Buffy followed in step behind him. When they reached the front door, Angel pulled out his keys and unlocked it. “Good-night, Buffy.”

“Angel, wait a sec,” Buffy said. He turned and looked into her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about what you said to me. I blamed myself for a lot of things that happened to you, I still do. But nothing’s going to change the past. And I know, now more than ever, that I’ll love you to the end.” Angel stood quietly for a moment then stopped fighting the urge to pull Buffy into his arms. Their lips met in an electrifyingly soft kiss that slowly grew stronger and more passionate.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Angel murmured when it was over.

“I’ve missed you too, Angel,” Buffy whispered. Silently, she took his hand and the two walked into Angel’s house.

*****

Down the street, a dark figure pulled out into the shadows and glared at Angel’s house as the bedroom light lit and two figures melted onto the bed. Mya clenched her stake and bit down on the inside of her cheek so hard blood came pouring into her mouth.

“So Miss Summers, you’re trying to horde into *my* life? I don’t think so. You’ll pay for this, *Buffy*, you’ll pay,” she hissed then blended back

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