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Thank you all, Allison ( aWWW, I love when you find my characters pictured well.. awww..!! ) , Cordykitten, buffyandSpikeForever and Chelsea ( I’m sorry if you find this story line confusing.. :( )


The Angelus’ Show (II) (I took a lot from ‘Passion’, but it’s all upside down...)

It was morning and as usual the alarm clock rang.

After some minutes of indecision, Buffy woke up, but she didn’t like one bit what she saw in front of her eyes.

The head laid on the floor, ripped away from the body in a very rude way and the eyes seemed almost to stare at her, not to mention all the other parts, scattered everywhere. The warm soft body that had comforted her in all her saddest moments, ever since when she was a child, wasn’t there and from that moment on she wouldn’t be able to hold it tight anymore.
“MR. GORDO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” she cried desperately, knowing that things could be much worse than that, as she thanked God that her mother was away due to her job.

She got up from the bed and from the covers a folded sheet of paper fell down. When she took and opened it she cried out louder.

It was a portrait that pictured her as she was sleeping and on the back there was a written:

‘Who will be the next?’

There was no signature, but she had already imagined who could be the sender.

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“Angel, or rather Angelus, was in my room last night!” Willow told her, showing her an envelope with a portrait that showed her as she slept with the same disquieting message written in the back.

“What was the warning? Just the sketch?” Buffy wondered.

“N... no... my beloved fishes... he killed them and then he threaded them one by one on a string as a macabre necklace; I’m still shivering!” Willow explained, shocked. “Anyway, I found an uninviting spell and Miss Calendar has already helped me perform it in my house, she said that it wasn’t difficult, so I can do it on my own!” she informed her.

“And you’ll come with me to perform it in my house, right? Mom will be back in two days and I want our house to be safe by then!”

“Don’t worry, Buffy, I’ll do it!” the fledgling witch reassured her.

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Miss Calendar had taken a break to go to the magic shop.

She had already bought all the other ingredients she would need; she just missed the main one.

“I need an Orb of Thesulah...” she exclaimed and looking at her the shop-keeper realized that she wasn’t just a woman who was obsessed with the esoteric stuff.

“You know, I don’t get many calls for those things lately, sold a couple as new age paperweight last year. Anyway, you know that the translation annals for the ritual of the un-dead were lost. Without the annals the surviving text is just gibberish...” he commented as he put the orb in a box, giving it to her.

“And without a translated text the orbs of Thesulah are pretty much useless. Yeah, I know...” she answered, paying and taking the box. “But I found a computer program that will solve that problem!” she informed him.


“By the way, not that it’s any of my business, really, uh... What are you planning on conjuring up if you can decipher the text?”

“A present for a friend of mine...” she answered, drawing the orb from its box.

“Really? What are you gonna give him?” the shopkeeper wondered, more and more curious.

She looked at the orb and it began glowing.

“His soul!”

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Drusilla started complaining, bending over in pain and breathing heavily.

“Dru, what is it, pet?” Spike wondered, as concerned as Angelus was.

“The air. It worries. Someone. An old enemy is seeking help...”

Angelus and Spike exchanged a look and the bleached blond wished that she wasn’t talking about him and his charade.


“.. help to destroy our happy home..” she went on, leaning on a chair.
“Oooh..”

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“So, Angelus has recovered..” Miss Calendar commented after Willow’s report, in her office.
“Yes, and maybe, no, surely, tonight he’s gonna do some serious damage..” the girl went on.
“By the way, is everything ready?” the woman wondered and Willow nodded enthused, leaving the room.

Giles wondered what those two were planning to do.
“So, tonight I’ll finish the translation here and..” Jenny trailed, but Rupert cut her off.
“No way! Tonight you’ll stay home, safe and sound. Or maybe.. you could come to me..” he suggested to her, allusively.

“I guess I’ll accept your intriguing invitation, honey, but it will be after doing my duty. If Angelus finds out about the computer program he will destroy the PC, and if he does I’ll never...”

“What if he destroys *you*?” her tried to make her understand the mortal danger she was getting herself into.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful! C’mon, Rupert, it’s almost done, it won’t take me too long, maybe not even one hour. Or less. Anyway, I’ve got to do it now, I’ve already told you that tomorrow could be too late. I’m Willow’s last hope and I’m not going to let her down again!” she insisted.

Rupert realized the he had to give in.

“You are as stubborn as always. There’s nothing that I can do to make you change your mind, is there?”

“No, Rupert, but I’ll do something to make you happy. See you tonight ...” she winked at him.

“Well, I‘ll come back later; you know, first Buffy and I must have a long, very long conversation from Slayer to Watcher... and try to fix things...” he explained.

“I know, but that’s not a problem. I have a copy of your key!” she smiled.

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It was evening and everyone had left the school, but inside the informatics room there was still a PC working, where a computer program was about to finish its work.

“That’s it!” the woman in front of the computer screen exclaimed, smiling. “It’s gonna work!” she commented, saving the results. “This will work!” she exulted, popping out an unlabeled yellow floppy disk and set it aside by some books near the edge of her desk. In the meantime a hardcopy was being printed out. She wheeled her chair over to the printer and looked it over.

Suddenly, she looked up and saw Angelus sitting in a desk at the back of the class.

She gasped and jumped out of her seat.

(End II)

I know it’s very evil to stop here... but evil is what I am! Ihihiih!
If it provides any comfort... a longer part coming soon!





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