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Shanna
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The drive to Sunnydale was dizzying for Angel. Between his spinning thoughts and Spike’s reckless driving, he was amazed they made it far enough to see the ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign. He let out a yell as Spike determinedly drove right over the somehow offensive post.
"What the hell did you do that for?" He snarled at his companion.
"Tradition," the blond mumbled offhandedly. His mind was a few miles away yet. ‘Gotta get to Red. Gotta get there in time. I can’t lose her now. *We* can’t lose her. She’s *ours*, and I don’t care how old and powerful these gits are, they’re not gettin’ my Red. I’ll rip their fuckin’ heads off and shove them down their throats if they lay one hand on her.’
"Spike, calm down," Angel coaxed.
The blond turned his head and stared at his grand-sire in confusion. If he’d had a reflection, he would have noticed his fangs and ridges in full effect. His eyes glowed amber, and his demon howled inside him at the thought of someone hurting the woman it viewed as its mate.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about, Peaches?" He snarled.
"Put your face away, and save it for later. If these vampires are really as old as Cordelia said they are, we might want to have Giles check out the diaries to find out who we’re dealing with. We left in such a hurry we forgot to get a description."
Spike reined in his anger and shifted back to his human face. "Right. Wussy probably got details to Rupert when he called. Bet he’s got the whole crew researchin’ their Scooby arses off."
Angel nodded as Spike slowed his speed through the heart of Sunnydale. He watched the familiar sites pass by as they drove toward The Magic Box. Hopefully the Sunnydale gang got their message in time. So far he hadn’t experienced any anxiety through the slight bond he had with the redhead, and he didn’t think Spike did either, or else his grand-childe wouldn’t be so calm...well, calm for Spike.
They pulled up to a small store that Angel recognized as once being ‘Merlin’s Cauldron’ when he had resided in Sunnydale. They quickly exited the DeSoto and ran into the shop. The bell jangled noisily overhead at the force of their entrance, and the sight that greeted them confused the vampires.
Xander stood behind the counter running a feather duster over the cases as Anya restocked some crystals. Dawn sat at the table doing her homework, if the paperback version of Gulliver’s Travels was any indication. Everything seemed exceedingly normal, which worried Angel more than anything.
Xander waved his hot pink feather duster around to everyone in general as he glared at the new entrants. "Did anyone else get the whole Caped Crusader entrance vibe, or was it just me? What’s the matter, Batman? Did the Commissioner send up the Bat-Signal for you and the Boy Wonder there?"
Dawn looked up and squealed. She ran forward, throwing her arms around Spike. "It’s so good to have you back. You are back, aren’t you? You’re not going away again, right?"
Spike lightly patted her on the head, cringing at the amusement in his grand-sire’s eyes. "Here on a vision, Niblet. Why aren’t the lot of you hauling out the dusty books and researching?"
Buffy and Giles entered from the training room. "Researching what?" The Slayer asked. She looked suspiciously at the two vampires who had done more to break her best friend’s heart than Oz ever did.
Angel looked surprised at her question. "Researching the vampires Cordy saw in her vision. Did you find out who they were already?"
Giles removed his glasses and rubbed a clean white handkerchief over the already sparkling surface. "Angel, I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific. Which vampires are we looking for exactly?"
Spike growled his outrage at their cavalier attitude. "The vampires the Cheerleader saw attackin’ Red. And where is she anyway? You were supposed to be protectin’ her ‘til we got here, Slayer."
Chaos erupted. Xander, Buffy, Giles and Dawn all chimed in questioning the vampires about the danger to Willow. Over the shouted demands for answers, Spike and Angel’s eyes met. Taking a breath he normally wouldn’t have used, Spike let loose an earsplitting whistle to silence the group.
"Watcher, did Wussy call you with the Cheerleader’s vision, or didn’t he?" His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he saw the confusion on Giles’ face.
"Well, no. I haven’t spoken with *Wesley*," he stressed the former watcher’s true name. "What is this about vampires attacking Willow?"
Once again the vampires exchanged glances. "Cordelia," Angel growled.
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Willow walked quickly down the street, glancing over her shoulder now and then. She had a bad feeling. One of those, dark, foreboding, oogie feelings, and she could almost swear someone was watching her. That kind of paranoia could possibly get you locked up elsewhere, but in Sunnydale, it might just keep you alive.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, Willow," she mumbled to herself. She glanced at the dark shadows around her. She knew better than to walk the streets of the Hellmouth at night without Buffy or Riley, with one of his nifty leftover weapons from the Initiative.
She was about halfway down Second Avenue when she thought she heard a twig snap somewhere behind her. Willow gulped, then hurried her pace a bit more. She reached into her bag. The feel of the smooth stake grasped in her hand was only minutely comforting. At the corner of the next block, she veered left. Normally she wouldn’t go to The Magic Box this way, but with the possibility of someone or something tailing her, she wanted to get into the bright lights of Main Street as soon as possible. Walking as quickly as she was, she never even bothered to look up at the corner’s street post. Elm Street, the scene of Cordelia’s concocted vision.
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