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Shanna
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Angel slammed the phone down angrily. He didn’t like to be manipulated, and Angelus liked it even less. He and Spike had been taken for a ride by Cordelia. He wanted to kick himself for letting her reel him in so easily. She wasn’t even a good actress. Angel turned to Spike, glowering at the blond.
He snarled between gritted teeth, "She lied. There was no vision. It was all just a ruse to get us here, to Sunnydale...to Willow."
Spike felt the fool. "That bloody bint. Wait until I get my hands around her neck. I’ll squeeze her throat until her eyeballs pop out, and...aaaarrrggggg!" He gripped his head as the chip fired warning shots into his brain center.
Buffy glared at the vampires and stepped forward to roughly poke a finger against Angel’s chest. "The only reason you’re here is because Cordy had a vision? That’s it? Now you listen to me, Angel. If you’re not here to get down on your knees and beg Willow’s forgiveness for being the biggest idiots on the planet, then take your undead asses back to LA before she sees you. I won’t have you getting her hopes up, only to have you shoot them down again. It’s bad enough she’s moped around here for over a month over the two of you..."
"She moped? Over us?" Angel asked hopefully.
Dawn rolled her eyes at complete ignorance of men, both living and...well, not living. "Duh! She loves you goobers. Anyone can see that. She’s been all sighs and sad smiles since she got back."
A glimmer of hope entered Spike’s eyes. "She does? She has?"
"For being such old vampires, you both seem very stupid," Anya stated astutely.
"And blind," Xander added under his breath.
"Yes! Very blind as well," Anya cheerfully agreed. "It was men like you that kept me busy with vengeance wishes for over a millennia."
Spike felt an odd sensation wash over him. It was as if someone ran an icy finger down the back of his spine. He frowned his unease. "Peaches?"
All parties ignored him, instead concentrating on analyzing the vampires’ intentions toward Willow.
"Do you love her?" Giles asked calmly as he stepped closer to Angel. He peered into his face, ready to dig out the truth.
The dark vampire met his searching gaze. "We both do, Rupert."
Xander’s agitation with Angel and Spike couldn’t be contained any longer. He waved the feather duster angrily; dust flew everywhere and caused Anya to cough. "Then why haven’t you called her? Not one call, not one letter, not even one e-mail. Listen up, Deadboy. Will deserves a helluva lot better than the two of you."
The sense of unease grew in Spike as Xander berated them. They obviously hadn’t handled the situation to the boy’s liking. He cracked his neck from side to side, trying to dislodge the cold sense of dread creeping over him, but he didn’t succeed. "Peaches," Spike tried to interrupt again.
Xander continued his rant, the hot pink duster held before him like a weapon. "You hurt her...so much." As he recalled the pain and loneliness he observed in his best friend’s eyes over the last month, his voice became choked. It then slowly rose in volume as his anger increased. "Wills doesn’t deserve that. I’m trying really hard right now to control myself, when all I want to do is stake your asses for treating her like some sort of used candy wrapper."
Giles’ lips quirked as he observed the angry young man. "Need I remind you, Xander, that you are holding a plastic feather duster and not a wooden stake."
Spike’s body tensed as the feelings of anxiety increased. "Angel," he tried again.
Xander was not to be interrupted. "I don’t care. I don’t know how...or why, but she really seems to care about you both. What is it with the women in my life and vampires? She loves you, and you both just *abandon* her!"
Angel considered the boy’s words. "We were trying to give her time," he said softly, uncertainty creeping into his tone.
Buffy gaped at both men. "She doesn’t *need* time. She already knows how she feels about you. She thought that after the effects of her blood wore off you didn’t want anything to do with her."
"Are you sure?" Angel asked, doubt clouding his eyes. "We didn’t want to rush her, or pressure her."
The Slayer snorted her disbelief, and Anya wrapped things up nicely in a neat little package. "You’re both idiots."
Spike gave up all pretenses of polite conversation as he roared, "Sire!"
All eyes in turned to the blond in surprise.
"Can’t you feel it?" He asked, intently staring at Angel.
Angel took in Spike’s appearance, noting his rigid stance. He stretched out his senses, and suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. Through his bond with Willow he sensed her anxiety, her fear. His stomach clenched, and he raised his eyes to Spike’s. "Willow," he whispered.
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0Willow let out a soft gasp of alarm when a tall man stepped into her path. She gazed upward, taking in his expensive-looking black pants, and neatly pressed charcoal shirt. Craning her neck as the man towered over her, she observed his eyes and hair seemed as dark as the night itself. His features were sharp and aquiline, giving him a classic Grecian appearance. It was his eyes that caught her attention. They were bottomless pits of glimmering evil.
"It’s not safe for such a pretty little thing as yourself to be walking these streets at night," he advised, stepping closer.
Willow took a step back for every one the stranger took closer. She didn’t know who or what he was, but the way he looked at her was making her nervous. "You know what? You’re absolutely right. It’s a dangerous town. Lots of gangs, lots of gangs on PCP. I think I’ll just hurry along to where I was heading...if that’s okay with you?" Her sentenced ended on a squeak as she felt herself run into something solid behind her.
Looking over her shoulder, Willow found that the object she collided with was another man. He had light brown hair and cold gray eyes. His dress was similar to the man stalking her.
"Hello, sweetheart," the new stranger greeted just before his face transformed into his vampire visage. "I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere."
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