The Immortal Ones
by Xanderphile

Part One: Not Again!

“Do you hear that?” Sean asked.

“No,” Angel answered, suddenly alert.

“Exactly. It’s way to quiet. I really don’t like it!”

“This from the boy who moans about Cordelia talking all the

time!”“Hey! So do you!” Sean said indignantly.

“Ok, and I know what you mean, it is to quiet. I think we should head back, there’s nothing here,” Angel said.

“Right, so you’re not wanting to head back because your expecting a phone call are you? From a certain blond? Hmmm?”

“Err, yeah, but like you said, there’s nothing here. It’s been really quiet recently,” Angel babbled, quickly justifying himself.

“You said there was nothing here, and relax, you’re the boss here, not me!” Sean said, amused at Angel’s reaction whenever Buffy was mentioned.

The two wandered away, unaware they were being watched.

“I told you the shield would work, they couldn’t sense us!” A long haired vampire hissed, in a British accent not unlike Sean’s.

“Hey, this guy got rid of Leigh, I would rather like to live another 552 years, thankyou!” Another British voice spoke, but different to the other. And the vampire was a girl.

“Oh, here it goes again, me, me, me! God, do you ever think of anyone else, Morgan?” Another female vampire snapped, she was Australian.

“Why don’t you all shut up? It shouldn’t be hard to get the spell, we’ve fought worse, come on, you two used to be Slayers!”

“And you’re a warlock and Mercutio just loves reminding us how old he is! So what?” Morgan La Faye snapped. She did not appreciate being reminded of what she used to be. Not because she was ashamed but more that in a way she missed her old life, not that it had been a long one. She was 16 when she died, courtesy of one Mercutio’s fangs.

“So, we can defeat them easy!” Snapped Anita, unlike Morgan, who had died young, Anita was one of the longest-lived Slayers on record. Also courtesy of Mercutio.

“Well, it’s nice to know someone believes in me,” An American voice announced from the shadows, and out their sire, Mercutio. To look at him, you would never believe he was over 1’000 years old and had been born into a Pict tribe in Scotland. He had all the appearance of a modern male with his short hair cut and fashionable dress. They all dressed to date, on Mercutio’s insistence. Mercutio wasn’t even his real name. But only Salem and Morgan knew his real one and both them and Mercutio himself had forgotten it.

“I didn’t say that, what I meant was they have the same fire power, warlock, vamp and that stupid blond Slayer!” Snapped Morgan.

“Don’t worry Morgan, they won’t defeat us, because I’ve got a plan I know will work, little Sean will have sweet dreams tonight!” He said, grinning in that supremely evil way of his. If he is gonna do what I think he’s gonna do, he really won’t, Morgan thought as they made there way back to their daytime retreat.

Part Two: Dreams and reality.

//Sean knew he was dreaming. Some part of his mind was well aware of that. But he still thought of everything as though is was reality. He was in Angel’s office, alone. That made no sense, Cordelia was usually there. He was looking through a spell book, which was not so unusual. Suddenly the door to the office opened and there stood someone he both hated and loved, whom he longed to see but at the same time wished would stay away from him forever. It was his mother. Sean glared at her and was about to say something obnoxious, his usual reaction to something that scared or confused him, when she spoke: “Sean, how are you? Wait, that’s right, I don’t want to know,” Sean was dumbstruck despite his consistent sniping that she thought otherwise, he had always thought his mother loved him. “Why not?” He stuttered, cursing himself for coming out with something so lame. “Because you’re an ungrateful little brat. You never once since were little tell me you loved me, even when I insisted I loved you. You never wanted to know me after I divorced your father. But that’s the way with you isn’t it? A challenge comes along and you face it by running away or being a little bastard,” “That’s not true! And I do love you,” “What would you know about love, any kind of love?” “Well, I’ve been a personal witness to true love here.” “Buffy and Angel are not in true love. Well Angel is but I’m afraid she is not,” “What does that mean?” Sean asked, confused. But never received an answer, because his alarm went off, waking him. //

Sean sat up, in utter shock at what had just transpired. What he was really shocked about was more the mention that Buffy and Angel were not in true love. He had always thought what you dreamed came from your own thoughts and feelings. But that was neither. The bit with his mother was part of his thoughts and feelings. But they were buried very deeply and he never talked about his bad relationship with his mother. Sean got dressed and set off for Angel’s place.

“How do you know all that stuff?” Asked Morgan, suitably impressed. “Well, I read his mind and figure out what would really scare or confuse him,” Answered Salem. “I thought you couldn’t lie with dream spells though. You said Buffy and Angel weren’t in true love, that isn’t true right?” Morgan questioned. “Not entirely. You see, Buffy is still wary of him, therefore, not in true love. True love is based on trust.” Salem explained. “Think what he’s trying to say Morgan, is that he’s bending the truth,” Mercutio spoke up from the shadows. “I knew that,” Morgan grumbled, and went off. Mercutio Watched her go and let his thoughts wander over the last 1’000 or so years, during which he had killed at least 6 Slayers. But those were the days when Slayers did not really use their imaginations like this Buffy did. He had been watching Buffy for several years now. He had break with Angel (very amusing) the whole messy affair with the Mayor and Faith (physco vampire Slayers were not so unusual) and of course the whole thing with the Initiative. Mercutio regretted that he had not actually seen her kill the Master, certainly would have been interesting. She certainly was as good, if not better, than his two Slayers. They had been better than most. Morgan was a quick thinker, just not quick enough and Anita…Anita was just amazing. Mercutio gave himself a quick shake, he admitted he felt a certain attraction to Anita, ever since he had seen her in Australia. //Ok, so maybe Buffy and Angel aren’t the only ones with Slayer/vampire attraction. // He smiled at his own joke! .

Sean walked into Angel’s office and glanced around franticly. Cordelia saw the frightened look on his face, which she had only seen once before when the vampire Leigh had been hunting after she had killed his father. “If you’re looking for Angel, he’s not up yet.” She told him. “Um, I really need to see him, can I go down? Unless Buffy’s there” He trailed off and felt himself blushing. He was a little inexperienced and felt embarrassed even when the subject was not broached directly. “No she’s not. Oh here he is,” Cordelia said, noticing that Angel had entered. “Oh thank God, Angel I really need to talk to you,” Sean said in a rush. “What’s wrong?” Sean explained, but said it all so fast Angel had to make him repeat it. “It was just a dream Sean!” Angel said after the second explanation. “Well yeah, but I don’t understand why I would have a dream like that, my dreams usually consist of…err…well not that,” Sean said, starting to blush again. Angel found it amusing but chose to ignore it for now. “Sean, look, I don’t need this right now, ok? Everything is fine with Buffy and me! So just drop it!” Angel snapped, suddenly angry. He didn’t want Sean complicating things. Sean glared at him, then stormed out. //God, why is it every time I’ve got something important to say, no one gives a damn! // He thought angrily.

Sean arrived at the apartment he shared with Wesley (a great load of fun) and found he’d already gone, so that meant he would come home in a bad mood with him again. Last night it had been because Sean had been honest enough about Cordelia’s acting talents, or lack of. After their event-less patrol they had been forced to go and watch her perform. When Cordelia had asked how her performance was, Sean had replied “Well, it started badly, tailed off in the middle, and the less said about the end, the better. But otherwise it was excellent!” Cordelia had not taken kindly to this when she finally worked out it was an insult. Wesley had been pissed off because a) He still fancied Cordelia and b) he believed in tact. Sean and Cordelia didn’t. He sat down and decided to put on his Travis CD, the one he always listened to when he was depressed. Not because it relieved the depression, rather it matched his mood. He clicked to the song most matching his feelings:

I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody’s saying everything’s alright
Still can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I got the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Was it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can’t avoid the lightning
I can’t stand myself
I’m being held by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I got my mind on something else.

“Sure have,” Muttered Sean morosely.

Mercutio watched from the roof of the opposite building. This was exactly as he had planned it. He knew Angel would refuse to listen to Sean, this would in turn piss of Sean. Mercutio smiled when he thought of Spike’s failed attempt at splitting Buffy up from her friends. Because that was exactly what Mercutio was going to do. And he would succeed. Like Spike Mercutio had figured out that one of the many things that made both Buffy and Angel strong were their friendships. Salem was doing his job well. The bit in Sean’s dream was bound to cause waves. The next planned ream victim however was bound to get distressed. “Poor little Buffy,” Mercutio chuckled to himself.

//Buffy looked around Angel’s apartment. She’d been there before but she felt she was seeing it for the very first time. Angel suddenly appeared behind her, “What are you looking for?” he asked. “Something,” She answered, not entirely sure. “You’re looking for an answer,” Angel said, sounding very definite. Buffy realised that was true. “But what’s the question?” She asked, confused again. “It’s the question you always asked yourself. The question you were never sure you knew the answer to. Its do you trust me? Which you don’t!” The last was said accusingly. “That’s not true! Of course I trust you. I was worried about the spell, like I said before, it might still have the clause in it!” “You know it doesn’t! You don’t love me! The only person you love is yourself! That’s all you care about. Well why don’t you take a look around you! People are suffering and you haven’t even noticed!” Angel snapped at her viscously. Buffy had never seen him so angry. Again a confusing reference as well, so she asked, “Who’s suffering?” Angel did not reply directly but gestured to the other side of the room where Sean had suddenly appeared. He was crying, but when he saw her he stopped and said bitterly “You don’t love him, I know you don’t!” Buffy began to cry loudly. //

Buffy awakened from the dream, shaking. She realised that she had not even been aware that she was dreaming, it had all been so vivid. Buffy lay back down, but found she couldn’t go back to sleep.

Angel was still annoyed about what Sean had said. It wasn’t true, why couldn’t he accept that it was just a meaningless dream? The phone ringing broke into his thoughts and he went to answer it “Hello?” “Angel it’s me, look I really have to talk to you,” Buffy’s voice said on the other end, she sounded deeply upset about something. “What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned. Buffy explained about the dream, when she had finished she didn’t miss Angel’s long silence. “Angel, I swear none of that is true!” Buffy said, thinking that was the reason for his sudden silence. “Oh no, I believe you on that, it’s just Sean had a dream about us as well, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence.” He told Buffy about Sean’s dream and the fact he hadn’t believed him. “I think I really upset him,” Angel admitted. “Well go talk to him! Like you said, doesn’t sound like a coincidence.

Sean walked into Angel’s office with an unmistakably petulant scowl on his face. “Well, you come to insult me some more?” He growled, but Angel could tell he still had hurt feelings. “No, err, I think there something you should know,” Angel then went through Buffy’s dream. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” He apologised. “Thanks. You’re the only lad I know who has the bravery to admit he’s wrong! But I think what we should be worrying about now is, what’s doing this?” “I think some investigating is in order.” “Right, beating vampires up for answers it is then!” Angel smiled, but he couldn’t erase a nagging doubt in his mind. He knew enough about dream spells to know that anyone casting them could not lie. Which brought the question, was it true that Buffy didn’t trust him?

Mercutio was not happy to learn that Angel and that stupid little Sean had cottoned on to the fact that someone was constructing the dreams. That meant that pretty soon Angel would know he was responsible. He reminded himself that the only thing he wanted was that dratted spell. If Salem could, as he claimed, be able to remove the soul bit in it, Mercutio would have the power denied to the undead for so long. The power to walk in the day. It would give him a great advantage over all his enemies (when you lived to his age, you accumulate a lot of enemies). Mercutio was now determined to get it. He had a plan, but it would blow his cover.

“Morgan!” He yelled. “Yeah?” The red head enquired. “I want you to do something for me. I think you’ll like it…”

Part Three: Bloodlust.

Sean liked the Breakers nightclub. It allowed students in and it was a great place to chill after patrols, or specific cases Angel might be dealing with. Of course he was always alone. Angel loved to brood, Wesley wouldn’t know a life if it hit him in the face, and Cordelia for company was like having to sit through a Liz Hurley film. Who said the British don’t know how to have fun? Ok my Uncle Wesley doesn’t but then…he never did. But I do! Although he hadn’t been having a lot of fun recently. He sighed as he scoured the dance floor, and nearly jumped out of his skin as a girl sneaked up behind him and whispered:

“Aloha!”

Sean whirled around and took in the small red head. Her accent had sounded English, but nothing like his. More like that Jane Levees character.

“That’s Hawaiian isn’t it?” He asked. An uneasy feeling began to creep over him. Sean was very sensitive to the supernatural because of his magic. One of the oh-so-fab benefits of being a natural male witch. And it was a feeling he had learned to become accustomed to when Leigh had been hunting him for all those months. The girl was a vampire. Sean began to wonder if maybe she or some vamp she worked for was responsible for the spate of bad dreams that had been going around. So he played the dumb hormonal male role, hoping he might be able to get some useful information off the girl. He always carried a stake with him, another habit formulated from the ‘Leigh experience’.

“So, what brings a fellow Brit to L.A.?” “Pyscho-looney,” He answered, not going into any sort of detail, so as not to make the vamp suspicious. “Really. My dad brought me here. Business thing, in a manner of speaking. So, what’s your name?” “Sean Wyndam-Pryce. And what do they call you?” “Morgan La Faye,” She answered. This is too easy! Morgan thought. The idiot was buying everything she was saying. “Wanna go play,” She whispered in her sexiest voice. She had chosen a dynamite outfit for her mission, a silver chain mail like dress. And she could tell Sean liked it too.

Sean felt a pang of regret that she was a vampire, she was quite a looker, especially in that dress! “Sure!” He replied, in his dumbest, hormonal-driven voice.

“Ok, can you now explain why you dragged me all the way to L.A.?” Buffy asked of Angel. His phone call had been hurried and he had sounded distressed. “I need to ask you something. Do you trust me?” “What? Of course I do?” “Well, you see if someone is fabricating dream spells, then your lying. See, a caster can’t lie with the spell, I don’t know why. So, do you trust me?” “You’re calling me a liar?” Buffy yelled at him. “Well how else to you explain what you and Sean dreamed about?” Angel yelled back. “Look, maybe I’m wary, but is that so hard for you to understand after what happened before. I thought you already knew that!” Angel paused for a moment, “I do, I’m sorry. It’s just I…” “Assumed the worst of me! As usual!” With that Buffy left.

Angel didn’t follow.

Morgan glared at Sean. “You know, your not a bad actor,” She sneered. She had actually only realised Sean was leading her on when she caught sight of the stake had taken out of his jacket, which he had tried to conceal. Badly.

“Thanks, but I’m not gonna return the comment because your acting sucked! No pun intended!” Sean answered, in his usual manner.

“Really? Take that back and I’ll turn you, you don’t and you die. Slowly.”

“Why is it all the classy villains come out with that incredibly un-original line? And you are classy for a vampire.”

“Hey thanks!” Morgan said pleased, then realised her mistake, because Sean took the advantage of her slight distraction to run at her with his stake. But Morgan was extremely quick.

“552 years and Slayer power makes for one mean cocktail!” She said triumphantly. Then ran off down an alley. Sean didn’t follow. He stared after her puzzled. Had she just said Slayer? “Well, I did succeed in getting information,” He thought to himself.

Sean walked triumphantly back Angel’s apartment. He was half way there when he spotted a familiar figure running down the street. Oh, crikey, what’s happened now? He thought as he followed Buffy.

“Hey Buffy! Buffy!” He yelled. She stopped turned around and looked at Sean, then glanced back at the floor and let him catch up to her.

“What’s wrong? You have a fight with Angel or something?”

“Yeah.”

“So, what happened, what was it about? Not the dreams was it?”

“Yeah, the dreams. Apparently, you can’t lie with dream spells, meaning he thinks I don’t trust him. I don’t want him turning bad, that’s all.”

“That’s understandable. I think this whole thing was a set-up anyway. I nearly became a very gorgeous vampire’s lunch. Funny thing, said something about Slayer power. So I’m thinking…”

“She was a Slayer,” Buffy became intrigued. She had never heard of a Slayer being vamped before. Giles had probably never told her to stop her worrying or whatever.

“Look. I think whoever is doing this meant to cause trouble, i.e. splitting you and Angel.”

“It’s just, he immediately assumed I was lying. If he’s supposed to love why assume the worst of me. Then again, wouldn’t be the first time,” Buffy growled, remembering times before where Angel thought she couldn’t handle something, assuming she was to young to do it herself.

“Ok, your not gonna like this but…I do actually understand why he might have made an assumption like that. He told me when you visited him once you deliberately brought up that Riley guy you used to go out with, just to hurt him. And then said you had never trusted him. Maybe now you can understand why Angel assumed the worst of you, because you have shown the worst of you. Especially with him,” Sean knew what he had said was harsh, but for once he knew he was right. He also was aware Buffy was not going to thank him for this. Buffy glared at Sean,

“Who the hell do you think you are, judging me. For God’s sake, you’re a kid!”

“Yeah, that’s true, but I do know a spiteful bitch when I see one! How dare you try to make your self out to be better than Angel! He really loves you! Yes, he’s made mistakes but doesn’t everyone? He hung onto his love you while you were enjoying the company of half the boys at Uni!” Sean spat, furiously. What did Angel see in her?

Buffy glared at him. For once the Slayer had absolutely nothing to say, because Sean was right.

“Look, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about…but, you are right. I’m gonna talk to Angel. Sorry for yelling at you Sean. You know, you’re quite bright for someone who insist he’s not very academic!”

Sean brightened, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Buffy shot him a beseeching smile and Sean grinned back and nodded, she was forgiven.

However Angel was going to be another matter.

Mercutio glared at Morgan.

“He got away? Morgan, please explain how you let a 17 year old GET AWAY?”

“Err, well he was right quick and, ok, he gave me a compliment and I preened. He lunged with a stake I got out of the way and legged it. That’s it,” Morgan took her eyes off the floor for a minute to see Mercutio looked both angry and sort of amused by what had distracted her. Anita was watching, with a smug ‘ha, ha, ha’ look on her face, which Morgan would loved to have hit at that moment. Noticing that Morgan was scowling in her direction, Anita grinned.

“Oh, forget it! I’ll get the damn thing myself traditional style.”

“You mean, we charge in, steal the spell and we beat it?” Anita asked.

“Like that. I will need you lot and some of the others to come. Hopefully Angel won’t compliment anyone,” Mercutio said, glaring at Morgan. For someone who was as old as she was, you’d think they’d be smarter. Mercutio made a private funny about how most Slayers he’d killed tended to lack an IQ. Accept Anita.

“Morgan, get Salem and the others here. Surely you can manage that!”

“Never gonna live this down, am I?”

“Not if I can help it!” Sneered Anita.

One of these days, I’ll get her back! Morgan thought, furious that a vampire of 114 years was always able to outsmart her…

Part Four: When you say you’re sorry

Buffy walked cautiously back into Angel’s office. He looked at her with a mixture of hurt and anger. Exactly what she had expected. Mainly because Cordelia had informed her.

“Look, I really want to apologise. I mean, I suppose it’s understandable that you would assume the worst of me, since I have a very bad habit of showing it with you a lot anyway.”

“I still shouldn’t have accused you of lying like that. What made you change your mind?” Angel added, puzzled.

“Sean, of all people.”

“Oh, no. What did he say?”

“Nothing that wasn’t true,” Buffy wasn’t really comfortable with bringing up instances were she had come out not looking favourable.

“Oh,” Angel was pretty sure he knew what instances she was referring to.

“Well, it was better arguing with Sean than you.”

“Yeah, because we never argue, do we?” Angel commented

sarcastically.“Oh, never!” Buffy agreed, smiling. Then they both heard sounds of an argument and listened, trying to figure out what it was.

“I’m telling you, you interrupt the Buffy and Angel show, you’re in big trouble,” Cordelia shouted.

“Oh, come one! It can’t be that bad, I can’t hear any raised voices or flying furniture!” Snapped back Sean, indignantly.

“Is there a problem?” Angel asked, strolling out of his office.

“Yeah, the boy wonder here wanted to interrupt one of your heart breaking fights. I did the right thing and told him not to!” Cordelia stated proudly.

“That’s great Cordelia…but we weren’t fighting,” Buffy said, grinning.

“Yeah, I knew you’d…what, you weren’t?”

“Sean, were has Wesley been lately?” Angel asked, realising that he hadn’t been around for a few days.

“Avoiding Cordelia’s acting!” Sean joked, then had to avoid a killer stare from Cordelia. “Nah, really he’s been catching up with old times with an old mate of his. Not that I’m complaining, he tends to come back to our apartment mad with me about something, but obviously he hasn't recent…” Sean trailed off as he caught sight of something behind Angel.

Angel turned to find himself face to face with a large group of vampires. Lead by one who was uncomfortably familiar.

“Mercutio,” Angel stated flatly. Of course he was familiar, Mercutio was as big a legend amongst the demon community as his other half Angelus was.

“Oh, good to see you know me. I’ve been watching you and your girlfriend here for a long time. You know my history with Slayers, even kept two,” Mercutio said gesturing to two dark haired vamps. The younger one, Buffy assumed was the one sent to try to kill Sean.

“That’s great Mercutio. But what are you doing…” Angel was interrupted by an angry Buffy,

“Watching me? How long have you been watching me!”

“Well, let’s put it this way, I remember Angelus and you. Someone should have filmed that, would make some cracking TV!” Mercutio sneered.

“ I can’t believe this, you’ve been watching me for 3 years! And you never tried to kill me? Why?”

“Well, there was always someone else trying to do that!”

“Look, what are you doing here now?” Angel demanded

“Oh, well actually, this hasn’t really got anything to do with you. We want the spell. Your spell.”

“Oh, not again!” groaned Sean, “What would you want with it? Come to think of it, what did that loony bitch Leigh want with it?”

“Same we do, change it so the bit with the soul is removed and only the bit about gaining the power to walk in the day is left.”

“I see, that would give a distinct advantage against enemies, of course now I know, not much,” Buffy said, clicking the idea immediately.

“True,” Mercutio smiled, then clicked his fingers and all his lackeys took their cue and raced forward barrelling into Angel, Buffy, Sean and Cordelia. Buffy kicked one of them back, noticing that Mercutio had skirted round the fighting and was looking through some papers on Angel’s desk.

Sean staked his antagonist and ran over to help Cordelia, only to be thrown away by another vampire.

Angel was having a difficult time with one of Mercutio’s main lackeys, the Australian. He managed to trap her, and reached for a stake, but she was impossibly quick and kicked him off. Angel decided to help Sean and Cordelia himself, quickly noting as he did so that Buffy was all right.

Buffy staked her opponent and ran for Mercutio, kicking him in the side.

“Get off me, you bitch!” He hissed. She went to punch him, but he caught her arm and threw her across the room. Mercutio realised he wasn’t going to get the spell at all, as Angel had just freed Sean and Cordelia and were busy with Anita and Morgan. He couldn’t see Salem, and this was worrying.

But he had one ace left.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’m gonna get that spell,” Mercutio told Buffy in a considering voice.

“Good for you,” Buffy growled, climbing to her feet.

“Doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave. In fact, the other thing I’ve always wanted is to kill you. Since nobody else can,”

“Well I’d hate to disappoint a legend!” Buffy said sarcastically.

Mercutio smiled unpleasantly and ran at her, kicking her powerfully in the jaw. Before Buffy could even react, he had raced forward, picked her up and threw her against the wall. His fingers locked around her throat, Mercutio sneered,

“I’m really going to enjoy this now,”

Mercutio morphed into vamp face, and lunged his face towards her neck, but someone threw him off.

Mercutio glared, and was puzzled to find nobody there. Buffy took the advantage, and punched him furiously. Grabbing a stake Buffy went over and raised it, then plunging towards his heart, but Mercutio shot out his right arm and stopped her. He glared at her and hissed,

“This isn’t over, not by a long shot!”

Then, kicking Buffy off, he charged out, taking his two remaining lackeys with him.

Epilogue

Several months later

“Several months and nothing! Ok, who else is freaking here?” Cordelia demanded, greeted by blank looks.

“Cordelia, nobody is discounting your fear, but Mercutio is hardly our only enemy in L.A.” Wesley said.

“Yeah, remember all the other vampires are after our blood!” Chimed in Sean.

Wesley and Angel looked at other the usual sign that Sean and Cordelia were irritating them and it was time to leave the room. Which they did.

“It is worrying though, isn’t it?” Wesley asked Angel as they went into Angel’s separate office room.

“Yeah, but like you said, he’s hardly my only enemy.”

“Oh, I did find out something interesting about the spell.” Angel looked up alarmed. “Oh, it’s nothing bad!” Wesley interjected quickly, “What it was used for was by some vampire lover as a sort of wedding. They felt that they couldn’t love each properly till they had their souls. I thought you and Buffy might be interested in that. The spells actual title was the The binding of the Immortal Ones.”

Angel smiled at that,

“The Immortal Ones. I kinda like that!”

The End

The End

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