"What's wrong love?" his consort prodded him gently.
Spike never glanced up. Instead he kept his gaze down scuffing his boots against the floor. "It's that damn slayer. She keeps mucking up my plans," he replied.
"Oh, don't worry love that's all going to change. Soon very soon." Drusilla confirmed while she grazed his cheek with her cold hand.
Suddenly interested Spike jerked his head her way. "What do you mean?" he asked impatiently.
"You'll see," she replied with a sly grin.
"Should I send the boys out?"
"Yes, do that and then we can finally have our party." Drusilla reminded. Spike gave her an evil grin.
"Brutus." he yelled.
" I'll wait 5 more minutes. If the undead don't attack, the Slayer doesn't slay." Buffy Summers said to the empty cemetery. She was on her daily patrol through the graveyard looking for the usual blood sucking baddies, but none have appeared for the past 2 hours. She stopped walking and leaned up against an old mausoleum. "I really could be doing something better with my time, then sitting in a graveyard talking to myself," she said loudly hoping to attract some undead attention. "You'd at least think Angel would show up." Buffy whispered to herself. Before she could get wrapped up in her thoughts of him she heard a loud growl. Dead ahead (no pun intended) were 2 snarling vampires. Buffy grabbed the stake in the inside of her sleeve. "Finally some action," she said to herself. "Come on boys, don't be shy." Buffy coaxed them. Taking her up on her offer they rushed at her. Buffy stood perfectly still hands folded across her chest and when the two vamps were close enough she stepped aside and held out the stake. The vamp closest to her ran heart first into it, quickly disintegrating into dust. "One down, one to go," she said. Buffy quickly grabbed the stake snug in her boot and took on the other. She ducked as the vampire through a punch at her, and quickly got up and delivered a round house kick to the side of his face. The vampire staggered back, but didn't give up. The angrier he became the clumsier he got. In no time Buffy had him staked as well. She pushed a wisp of stray hair behind her ear and before she could revel in her victory another large growl emitted from behind her. Before she could turn around to see who her next victim was, a large hand grabbed her neck and suddenly she realized she was flying through the air, right into a tree. She put her hands out in front of her to soften the blow. When she hit the ground her head hit a rock knocking her unconscious. The large vampire seeing such an easy kill stalked over to the unconscious Slayer. He lifted her up easily by the neck, tilted her head to the side as his fangs slowly descended towards the soft flesh of her neck.
Before he could sink his fangs into Buffy's neck he was dealt a blow from behind. The vamp dropped the Slayer once more and turned around to see who had attacked him. Angel stood behind him in '"game face" snarling angrily. "Get away from her," he snarled.
The vampire not intimidated by Angel lunged at him. Angel was to angry to play any games, seeing how easily Buffy could be taken from him. He lunged as well, knocking the vamp to the ground and began pummeling him senselessly. When he stopped to search for a stake, the large vamp got up and ran. Not wanting to pursue in fear of Buffy's life he resorted to shouting. "Tell Spike he's going to pay for this," he yelled at the back of the retreating vampire. When Angel reverted his gaze at Buffy's prone form his anger turned to worry. He flipped back into his human guise and knelt beside her. "Buffy," he called to her softly. When she didn't respond or even stir he became worried. He checked to make sure she had a steady pulse and her breathing was normal. When he was assured of that, he lifted her small form into his arms as though she weighed a feather and headed towards the library.
"Yeah, I got her. I was this far away from drinking her life’s blood when your buddy Angelus came along and stopped me." Brutus exclaimed.
"Damn traitor," he replied pounding the table with his fist for emphasis. "What exactly happened?" he continued.
"I threw her into a tree and she hit her head on a rock, knocked her unconscious and them your friend showed up." Brutus answered.
"We might be able to use her injury to our advantage." Spike smiled evilly. Realizing there may be a silver lining he began to scheme his next plan of action.
"Oh my God! What happened!?" Willow shouted.
"What happened to Buffy?" Xander asked as well. Giles was immediately at her side checking her injuries.
"I don't know exactly. Except for the fact that she was about to become vamp food, and I think she hit her head." Angel informed, although seeing Buffy laying there unconscious, cold fear struck his heart.
Giles gently probed the base of her skull and felt the swollen lump begin to form. "Yes, she has a bump," Giles offered "but otherwise she seems to be fine."
"Fine, she's not moving, you consider that fine? It must be a British thing." Xander was becoming paranoid.
"I meant beside the obvious." Giles snapped back. Just then Buffy's eyes fluttered open Everyone assembled held their breath (well almost everyone, Angel would if he could.) as she worked herself back into consciousness. Buffy let out a small moan and brought her hand up to her head. Angel helped her sit up. "Ouch." Was the first word out of her mouth as she felt the bump.
"Let me get you some ice." Giles offered. She just nodded.
"Buffy, are you ok?" Willow asked concern written all over her face. Buffy didn't answer. Giles came back with some ice wrapped in a cloth and handed it to Buffy.
"Thanks," she murmured as she placed the coldness on the bump.
"Buffy," Angel called softly brushing the hair away from her face. For the first time she lifted her head and glanced at each in turn with a blank stare. There was no recognition in her eyes.
"Who are you people?" she asked confused. The others starred at each other, but it was Xander who spoke.
"Uh, oh." Xander murmured. "We're in trouble!"
"None of us look familiar to you?" Willow asked quiet concern clouding her eyes.
"No, I don't even know my own name." Buffy answered back.
"Buffy." Angel supplied.
"What did you say?" Buffy asked back.
"Buffy Summers, that's your name." Giles responded to her confused question.
"Buffy. What kind of name is that? What were my parents thinking? I do have parents right, and I'll ask again who are you people?" Buffy rambled, while jumping off the table to stand in front of the group.
"Calm down Buffy. We'll answer any questions you may have, but first what's the last thing you remember?" Giles asked quickly trying to reassure the distraught girl, while Xander guided Buffy to an empty seat.
"I-I can't remember anything. Everything is new to me." she answered slowly.
"I'm Xander, this is Willow, Giles, and Angel." Xander said. Indicating each presence with his finger. "We're your friends." he finished.
The word friends seemed to register in her head. Although she couldn't remember these people her heart told her they spoke the truth. Once again Buffy studied each "friend" in turn analyzing them. Her gaze fell upon the only other girl in the room. The petite redhead. Willow was her name. To Buffy she seemed shy and unsure of her self, but fierce about her love and loyalty. The boy Xander seemed to give off that funny, sarcastic vibe. Always trying to get people to laugh even if he doesn't mean to. The older man. The one with the glasses, Giles they called him. He seemed kind of stuffy yet wise. Like if you asked him a question and he didn't know the answer he wouldn't stop until he found it. When her gaze fell upon the last occupant of the room she smiled to herself. He was gorgeous. The classic tall, dark, and handsome guy that every girl dreamed of. Yet his eyes held a hint of mystery, a knowledge that set him apart from the rest. He seemed different somehow, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Angel the one name she wouldn't forget. It seemed to fit him.
"Buffy, did you hear me?" Willow interrupted her thoughts.
"Hmm, oh that's me right?" she asked.
"Right?" Willow answered back.
"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" Buffy asked.
"Your mom's out of town, but your more then welcome to stay with me." Willow extended the invitation graciously.
"Are you sure? I-I don't want to impose."
"I'm positive." Willow responded to her unsurity "you’re my best friend." A wide grin set upon Buffy's face and nodded. At least she wasn't alone in this. The two girls vacated their seats and began to head out. Buffy turned around. "Thank you," she started, "for helping me. I won't forget it." Buffy finished.
"Hey, that's what guys are for. To protect the little women." Xander put in while puffing out his chest to try and seem manly.
The girls giggled. "Xander." Willow scolded.
"Call us when you two get home, so we know you are safe." Giles tone commanded more than requested.
"I will." she answered reassuringly and headed out with Buffy in tow.
" What are we going to do?" Angel finally spoke.
"Let's just hope her amnesia is temporary, and let's not make it harder on her by telling her about being the slayer or vampires. I don't think she'd be able to handle it." Giles replied.
"But if Spike knows about this, he'll come back for her, and she couldn't possibly fight him in this state." Angel added.
"Yeah, I'm going to have to go with dead boy on this one." Xander interjected.
Angel glared at him, but Giles responded. "Xander this is not the time to joke around. We must all work together to help Buffy through this. And one of us must be with her whenever she goes out." Giles informed. Xander and Angel looked at each other then back at Giles and nodded their heads in agreement.
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