"So Angelus, play any good games lately?" A voice called out to him.
Angelus' eyeslids flew open & he looked around the warehouse.
"Who said that?" he snarled.
"I'm hurt that you don't remember me, especially since we've been so close for 80 years," the voice taunted.
Suddenly an apparition of Angel appeared in the warehouse. Arms folded across his chest and his trademark half smirk upon his face.
"Well if it isn't the loser Angel," Angelus observed.
"I didn't lose anything......well except control of my body," Angel informed.
"You’re about to lose a whole lot more, including your precious Buffy," Angelus vowed. "In fact you're already losing her."
"I'm warning you to leave her alone. You hurt her and I'll kill you myself," Angel warned.
Angelus chuckled, "I'd like to know what you're going to do about it. I have control of this body now, and now that the gypsy is dead you're never going to get it back."
Now it was Angel's turn to chuckle. "How do you know that? Can you be absolutely sure?"
The smirk Angelus now wore was gone and anger replaced his features. He snarled and lept at Angel reaching for his throat, but passed right through him.
Angel laughed hysterically. "You poor fool. You have no idea."
"What are you talking about?" Angelus snarled his game face in place.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Angel replied.
"I swear I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill them all. They're going to die a slow painful death," Angelus sneered.
"No you won't. You can't break them down anymore. She's not Drusilla. Buffy's stronger then you think. Your leaving little gifts on their beds was one thing, but killing Ms. Calendar was the last straw," Angel informed.
"Never say never," Angelus smirked.
"You should because I saw them all a little while ago. We've all had closure. Especially Buffy and myself," Angel stated.
Angelus simply glared realizing his plans may be ruined.
"That doesn't stop me from killing them. No one can stop me."
"Well see," Angel smiled. "A little advice from spirit to demon. What goes around comes around."
Angelus glared at the apparition of himself and lunged angrily at it once again. Angel faded out of sight, leaving laughter behind him. He knew full well he accomplished what he came for.
"Who's the loser now!" Angelus heard him yell.
A little while later Spike and Drusilla entered the main room of the warehouse, where a very agitated Angelus was pacing back and forth like a rat in a cage. "What's wrong my Angel?" Drusilla cooed.
"Nothing," Angelus gritted out.
"Oh,does Mister I Got It All Under Control, not have it under control anymore," Spike taunted.
"Shut up roller boy!" Angelus yelled and left the room.
"You have my sympathy!" Spike shouted to his retreating form. "Yeah, right. Your time is coming Angelus," he whispered. ."
