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Thank you all, girls! ;)
You’re making me happier and happier!
And, Jem, Welcome back, dear! ;)

I know it looks like a tragedy so far, but.. wanna bet I’m gonna make you laugh now? With something.. simply absurd, lol!

The Angelus’ Show (III) (I turned ‘Passion ‘ upside down..)

”You’re Angelus, the one who was cursed with a soul, making you become Angel, but you lost it a few weeks ago... turning into Angelus again!” she smiled.

“I guess, I already know very well my own story!” he snorted, because he didn’t expect such a reaction.

“Angel, how did you get in here?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

“I was invited. The sign in front of the school, 'Formatia trans sicere educatorum.'!”

“Enter all you who seek knowledge!” she translated, smiling.

Angelus chuckled, sure that in a few minutes he would make her lose the will to smile, and then he got up.

“What can I say? I’m a knowledge seeker!” he answered, getting closer.

“Angel, I’ve got good news!” she smiled, nodding with her head.

< Why the hell is she so cheerful? I got it: whenever people are scared, some cry, other scream... this one must have lost her mind, so now she keeps smiling like an idiot! > the vampire figured out.

“I heard that you went shopping at the local boogedy-boogedy store...” he commented, seeing the orb on the desk and picking it up.
“The Orb of Thesulah. If memory serves me right, this is supposed to summon a person’s soul from the ether ... store it until it can be transferred...”

“If you like it, you can buy one for twenty dollars at the magic shop!” she informed him, without stopping her smiling.

The Orb started glowing as soon as he looked into it. He raised his gaze towards her for an instant. She edged away from him.

“You know what I hate most about these things?” Angelus went on, before smashing the orb against the blackboard, making it explode into a thousand pieces and a lot of dust, as she gave out a little yell. “They’re so damn fragile!” he smiled, but then his smile faded away. “Must be shoddy gypsy craftsmanship, huh?” he wondered.

“You could obtain the same result even without using all that violence, just half of the speed was enough!” she informed him.

“But I do like violence!” he sneered, approaching to the PC and turning the monitor to see it.

“I never cease to be amazed at how much the world has changed in just two and half centuries...”

She had reached the door, but she found it closed.

He kept looking at the screen.

“It’s a mystery to me. You, you put the secrets to restore my soul... here...” he commented, and then he smashed the computer down on the floor and it broke down, starting to burn.

Angelus pulled out the sheets out from the printer.

“It comes out here...” he went on, looking at the paper. “‘The Ritual of Restoration,’” he read out loud. “Wow. This, this brings back memories...” he exclaimed with a fake melancholic attitude, as he started to rip the paper slowly.
“Wait... that’s your...” she warned him, a little bit disappointed.

“Oh, my cure?” he anticipated her. “No, thanks. Been there, done that, and déjà vu just isn’t what it used to be...” he commented as the fire drew his attention.

“Oh my... isn’t this my lucky day? The computer... and the pages...” he said, throwing the pages into the flames. “Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone...” he chuckled, warming his hands near the flames and crouching to warm himself more, as she stood in front of the door.

Angelus got up, showing his game-face. “And teacher makes three!” he growled, as she stood still.


“You changed your features ... that’s what vampires usually do!” she stated still smiling.

“My baby took great care of that shopkeeper ... I’ll deal with you!” he sneered, getting closer to her, but he looked at her as if he was expecting something from her.

“Uh! Do you want me to run?” she asked, looking at him confused. He looked at her even more confused.

“You, stupid bimbo, I’ll give you a taste of my poetry!” he struck back. “THERE’S NO FUN IF YOU DON’T RUN!” he snapped, breaking the door, so she started running through the corridor as fast as she could.
“Oh finally! Gee, I need to work an appetite first!” he told himself, starting to chase her with a quick pace.

The chase lasted for a few minutes and just when she was totally sure she had got rid of him, she found him in front of her.

“Good. You found me. You won!” she smiled excited.

He didn’t like that reaction, so he decided to make that game over.

“Sorry, Jenny...” he whispered, putting a hand under her chin. “This is where you get off!” he concluded, snapping her head and breaking her neck, but he was astonished when he heard a metallic noise.
He pulled her closer, baring her neck, ready to bit her, but when he did his fangs sank into something harder than he thought.

< Plastic?! > he wondered, retracting his fangs as an horrible taste got into his mouth.

< Lubricant? > He spat out, disgusted, as he gave vent to his rage with the one that he had finally figured out was only a robot.

“Grrr! That bitch fooled me and I bought it like an idiot!” he growled, ripping the head, then its arms and legs out and chopping the rest.

“She’ll pay for such an insult, they all will pay!” he swore, leaving with the blackest mood ever.

That night his victims would meet a very horrible and cruel fate.

********************************** (In the meantime)

Rupert got into his house, surprised when he heard classical music coming from the stereo in his bedroom, as petals of roses were scattered all over the stairs.

On the table there was a folded paper that invited him to go upstairs.

He rushed upstairs to accept the invitation, but only after taking a bottle of wine and two glasses with him.

He went upstairs and opened the door to his room, finding a smiling Jenny who wore just a very sexy crimson lingerie.

“Told you that I would make you happy tonight!” she explained, getting closer to him, taking the bottle and the glasses.

“Oh, love, I just ask you to disobey me more often… if this is the result!” he murmured, devouring her with his eyes, before pulling her closer and kissing her wildly.

“How did the chat with Buffy went? Have you fixed things?” she wondered as he laid him on the bed, taking off his coat and jacket.

“Yeah, sort of. Although I don’t completely agree yet. What about you? Did you leave earlier tonight?” he asked her.

“To be honest, I haven’t even gone there tonight. But it’s a long story and tomorrow Willow and I will tell you everything ... but now... “ she murmured, turning the light softer. “Now let’s just think about us!”


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The morning after, they all got up early to get to the school before the other students and teachers.

On the floor near the stars they found the robot, or rather what was left of it.


“Oh my God! That’s the treatment he would’ve reserved to me!” Jenny exclaimed, shivering and hugging Rupert tight.

“Well, I suppose that is just an angry reaction after discovering your trick! By the way, Willow, where did you find that robot? Don’t tell me that you created it... with magic!” he wondered concerned.

“Are you kidding? I could never do something so complicated! Someone built it for me...” the redhead explained.

“Who?” Buffy wondered.

“Right. You didn’t even tell me yet!” Jenny added.

“Well, Miss Calendar, do you remember Warren? The guy whom you wanted me to help with Literature and History? Well, since the first day I went to his house, I noticed that the girl he said was his fiancée was way too cheerful, too obedient... too fake, so I imagined she was a robot and I was right. He confessed everything. So, Buffy, when you talked about something to distract Angelus I thought that this could be the solution. I talked about it only with Miss Calendar, because the less people knew about it, the better it was. She gave me all the pics and info about her, and then Warren built her robot version in less than a week and he did such a great work!” Willow exulted.

“How did you persuade him?” Buffy asked her.

“Simple. Blackmail. If he hadn’t done it, I would’ve told the whole school what his ‘fiancée’ April really was!” she sneered as she went to the informatics room with Jenny.

The others reached them, after getting rid of the robot so other people wouldn’t get suspicious.

“It’s time to find out if she followed all the instructions I gave her...” the woman commented, as she looked at the broken PC.

“Alright, she did it!” Willow exulted, drawing the yellow unlabeled floppy disk out from under the desk, where Angelus hadn’t even noticed it was.

“She saved the program here and hid it just where she was supposed to hide it. Well, maybe it will take us a while to open it in another PC, but I’m sure that we’ll succeed!” Willow went on, as motivated as never before.

TBC

I know, I know... I stole something from Season 6... but it was for a good reason... wasn’t it? ;)
Anyway.. did you expect it? ;)





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