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SuperSlayerVille: Season Two 2/11 
6th-Feb-2010 01:57 pm
SuperSlayerVille Season One
Title: SuperSlayerVille: Season Two
Sequel to: SuperSlayerVille: InterSeason
Pairings: Chloe/Angel(us), some Dean/Cordelia, slight Buffy/Giles, Chloe/Spike, hinted Chloe/Sam
Fandoms: Smallville/Buffy/Supernatural
Overall Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own the series mentioned
Summary: Chloe is back in Sunnydale, and so are the baddies...especially the remaining members of Angelus' family, Dru and Spike...with whom Chloe has a connection she doesn't even know of. Living on a Hellmouth isn't easy.
Written for my Paranormal25 150: Prompt Table. #146: Hellmouth.
A/N: In MY 'Verse. Angel doesn't HAVE a "Happiness Clause"...since I hated that clause and found it stupid. I mean, I have Angelus more at the surface, but it's not a clause or anything. Just..uh...read it, you'll understand.



Pacing in his apartment, awake despite being tired from the intense patrolling the night before, Angel felt like tearing something apart.

Angelus, in his cage, wasn’t far behind him, both the soul and the demon worried and annoyed and anxious.

The incident with the Master’s remains had happened a couple of nights before, and even though when Angel had returned to the library with the others, desperate trying to figure out what had happened to Chloe they’d found her hidden in the gym bathroom, unconscious, under the showers…Angel knew she hadn’t been there before.

Everyone was sure that she must have escaped her captors and somehow collapsed in the showers.

Angel knew...he knew...that that wasn't so.

She hadn't been in the school.

And then she had been.

Which meant that someone had taken her and brought her back.

Which meant that there was a plan.

Which meant...well...it didn't exactly take a genius to know what it meant.

And then of course there was the fact that Chloe was acting strangely.

It wasn't anything obvious, but no one knew Chloe better than Angel. He prided himself in knowing her every gesture, her every quirk, and something was different. She was quieter, a little more introverted, seeming to lose herself in thought at the oddest of times.

And then there was the sex.

Sweet Lucifer.

Sex with Chloe had always been an amazing adventure.

She might have been shy and inexperienced when they'd started, but she'd learnt quickly, becoming quite the vixen in bed that had learnt not only how to work Angel's body against him, bringing him to the highest heights of pleasure as none other ever had, but she'd also learnt to enjoy sating every single one of Angelus' darker needs. Every time Angel feared he might have crossed the line, that Angelus might have been too close to the surface as he was deep within her---Chloe would just arch and call his name, begging for more, so vocal on how much she loved it, needed it, wanted more.

Angel clenched his fists and felt a growl in his throat as he remembered the last couple of nights.

The sex...the sex had been unlike anything they'd ever had.

And Angel had loved it...except...except it mightn't have been him the whole time.

The vampire ran a hand over his hair in frustration as he sat down on the bed.

There were times...times when he'd sensed Angelus free, as if just being in Chloe, feeling her all wet and warm and around him, was the key to Angelus' cage.

He'd been rougher, fiercer with her, and she'd just cum.

And yet it hadn't been him.

It'd been Angelus.

Angelus, who was back in his cage the moment Angel pulled out.

Angelus, who was horny and aggressive and impatient to be inside of her once again.

Angelus, who was worried about Chloe too.

Just like Angel.

Oh, Angelus enjoyed the darker side to Chloe, but he didn't enjoy the fact that someone might have done something to her during those hours she was missing.

Angelus thought of someone else touching Chloe and he rattled at the cage so much more violently than he ever had.

Angel had enough problems keeping Angelus in control when it came to Rupert, Dean, Sam...and even Gabe. But he especially had problems when it came to Sam Winchester. Both the soul and the demon knew that the boy loved their girl, and that she loved him too, maybe not in the way that she loved Angel, but she had a special love for Sam that was different than the one she had for all of her friends.

Angel knew that if he hadn't finally given into his baser desires and made her his, that she would have become Sam's.

And the thought made both the soul and the demon a little vicious.

Angel had finally gone to Rupert about the situation, and the Watcher (while embarrassed and cleaning his glasses frantically) had promised him to look into the situation.

Hearing his cellular ring, Angel went towards it and smiled when he saw Chloe's name flashing on the screen.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" He smiled, answering.

"I'm so not feeling the love."

He chuckled at the sound of her pout. "Honey, if you're still not feeling it after last night I don't think I did as good as I thought I did."

There was a pause. "No fair...now I'm horny again."

Angelus snarled for Angel to tell her to meet him in the school basement so he could give her the remedy to that easily curable ailment.

Angel cleared his throat, pants growing slightly uncomfortable. "Play nice."

"Never." She promised saucily before sighing. "I actually called because I'll be late tonight. Snyder has this little match going on between Sheila and Buffy. He says they are the two worst students here and one of them is going to be expelled...and it's all determined by Thursday night's Parent-Teacher meet-up thingy. He put Buffy and Sheila in charge of the event. They only have three days to prepare the refreshments, make the banners and transform the school lounge into a 'habitable place for adults'." She sighed. "We're not supposed to be helping her, but everyone knows Sheila will duck out of her responsibilities, so the gang has decided to have a look-out for Snyder and the others will help Buffy."

"The Slayer's lucky to have you all." Angel replied. "No other Slayer has ever had the support she has. I hope she appreciates that."

"I'm sure she does." Chloe sounded like she was smiling. "Thanks for being so understanding, Angel."

On the contrary, Angelus was jealous as hell...and Angel sometimes had to fight being resentful as well.

It was in a vampire's personality to be possessive, Angelus especially.

But Angel wouldn't do that to Chloe. "No problem."

"Love you, but I gotta go!" And with that, she hung up.

Angel sighed, pulling the phone away and looking at it.

This was a blessing in disguise.

Now he had time to try and figure out just what was going on.

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The sun was down when Spike snuck into the warehouse that was said to be the Anointed One's hideout. He had to admit that it was disappointing how easy it was to do so. He'd left Drusilla in the car, and gone inside himself to check out the place and the vampires within.

Considering that not even the Annoying One had sensed his presence, the vampire wasn't very impressed.

"The Master is dead." A vampire was saying. "Someone has to take his place."

"As long as the Slayer's alive, whoever takes his place will be sharing his grave." Yet another said.

"Then let the one who kills her wear his mantle." The first said.

"Can you do it?" A young boy sitting high above them asked.

"Yes." The first vampires turned to whom Spike decided was the Annoying One. "This weekend, the night of St. Vigeous, our power shall be at its peak. When I kill her it will be the greatest event since the crucifixion." He drew himself straighter. "And I should know. I was there."

Spike couldn't hold it anymore.

He laughed as he emerged from the shadows. "You were there?" He chuckled, drawing everyone's surprised attention on him. "Oh please! If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there it would have been like Woodstock."

The vampire narrowed his eyes at him. "I oughta rip your throat out."

Spike turned his back on him and strolled languidly away, show just how much that threat didn't affect him. "I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flowerperson and spent the next six hours watching my hand move."

The first vampire, obviously enraged at Spike's indifference to his threat, rushed him from behind.

Spike swung his fist up without even looking, hitting the vampire in the face and knocking him down and out before turning to the others. "So. Who do you kill for fun around here?"

"Who are you?" The Annoying One asked, intrigued.

"Spike." He answered. "You're that Anointed guy. I read about you." He looked down at his black fingernails. "You've got Slayer problems. That's a bad piece of luck. Do you know what I find works real good with Slayers? Killing them."

"Can you?" The Annoying One wanted to know.

"A lot faster than Nancy-boy there." Spike sneered at the vampire he'd knocked out. "Yeah, I did a couple Slayers in my time. I don't like to brag." He stopped, unable to keep a straight face any longer. "Who am I kidding? I love to brag! There was this one Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion, and..." but he paused when he sensed someone behind him. Turning his head to look, his face morphed from his true demonic self to his human guise. "Drusilla." He went towards her as his dark princess moved as if she were gliding. "You shouldn't be walking around. You're weak."

"Look at all the people." Dru answered him in her enchanting voice. "Are these nice people?"

"We're getting along." Spike shrugged.

She stared at the Annoying One curiously. "This one has power. I could feel it from the outside."

"Yeah." Spike nodded, not really impressed at all really. "He's the big noise in these parts. Anointed, and all that."

Drusilla looked at the Annoying One. "Do you like daisies? Hmm? I plant them, but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies." She looked up and off into space. "Spike? I'm cold."

He quickly pulled off his jacket and put it around her. "I've got you."

"I miss the heat, Spike." She confided. "I miss the warmth of hell."

She'd been going on like this ever since they'd taken the bird back.

That was why it'd taken him these days to be able to track down when the Annoying One was. He'd had to keep an eye out for Dru, who kept saying that she was cold and wanted 'hell' again, missed hell.

Spike had to admit that her fascination with the human was making him curious.

Just what was it about that girl that drew him and Dru to her?

And why did his Dark Princess keep referring to her as hell?

And what had Dru done to her using his blood?

He turned to the Annoying One. "Me and Dru, we're movin' in. Any of you want to test who's got the biggest wrinkles 'round here...step on up." He sneered. "I'll do your Slayer for you, but you keep your flunkies from tryin' anything behind my back. Deal?"

The kid nodded.

Drusilla bowed her head down and put her hands to her temples. "I can't see her. The Slayer. I can't see." She looked back up. "It's dark where she is. Kill her. Kill her, Spike. Kill her for me?"

"It's done, baby." He reassured her.

She smiled. "Kill her for princess?"

"I'll chop her into messes." He promised, smiling back at her.

"You are my sweet." Drusilla cooed. "My little Spike."

That irked him a little.

He wasn't little.

He was a bloody Master in his own right.

When would she acknowledge that and everything else he'd done to be worthy of her?

He turned his attention on the kid. "So. How 'bout this Slayer? Is she tough?"

The Annoying One shared a look with one of the vampires and smirked.

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"Sheila was a no-show." Dean complained as everyone helped Buffy with one of the banners. "Not that anyone here exhibits any show of surprise."

"Thanks you guys." Buffy smiled. "You're all life savers."

"One banner at a time." Chloe smiled, and then gave a shriek of laughter when Sam brushed his paintbrush over her nose. "Sam!"

He chuckled. "But you look cute with a blue nose!"

She retaliated by painting his green.

He didn't even try to fight it, just grinning at her.

Buffy and Dean exchanged a look before the Slayer cleared her throat. "Hey Sam? Think you can help me cram some French tonight? I don't want Mr. DeJean telling my mother I'm an imbecile."

"Sure." Sam nodded. "I have time tonight. Do you want to do it in the library or at your place?"

"Here." Buffy answered.

Dean sniggered.

Chloe slapped him up the back of his head. "Stop having such a gutter-brain."

"He said they were going to do it." Dean replied with a grin.

Chloe shook her head at him before turning to the others. "Well, you guys have fun."

"You're not staying behind?" Dean asked, surprised.

"Nah." Chloe shook her head. "I'm feeling like Bronzing tonight."

"By yourself?" Sam frowned. "That's not safe."

"She's obviously going with Angel." Buffy grinned.

Sam's gaze lowered to the banner.

"Actually, he sent me a message saying he probably won't even make it to my place tonight, he's busy. So I was thinking of going solo." Chloe admitted. Lately she'd been feeling itchy, needing to get out, feeling slightly claustrophobic. Not with Angel or their relationship or her friendship with the others...but with herself. She was claustrophobic with herself.

And that made no sense.

Buffy growled deep and viciously.

Everyone looked up at her in surprise and followed her furious glare towards where Giles and Ms. Calendar were walking towards them.

"Buffy!" Giles looked up and saw her before turning to Jenny. "There is nothing in the chronicles about an extraneous lunar cycle."

"The Order never accurately calculated the Mesopotamian Calendar." Jenny replied. "Rupert, you got to read something that was published after 1066."

"Very funny." The Watcher deadpanned.

Buffy abandoned her workstation and went towards them, standing up next to Giles. "What's the up?"

"Ms. Calendar has been researching, well, uh, surfacing---."

"Surfing." Jenny corrected.

"Surfing," Giles amended quickly. "She's been surfing on her computer and she's...well, according to her calculations this Saturday is the night of St. Vigeous."

"Let me guess." Buffy sighed. "He didn't make balloon animals."

"No." Giles agreed. "He led a crusade of, of, uh, vampires. They swept through Edessa, Harran, and points east."

"And they didn't leave much behind." Jenny added.

"Well," Buffy took in a deep breath. "If I survive Parent-Teacher night tomorrow, I'll see what I can do about Saturday."

Giles frowned. "You're being a tad flip, don't you think? This is serious."

"And getting kicked out of school is laughs aplenty?" The Slayer countered.

"You know what happens when you, you let your life interfere with your slaying." Giles warned, worried.

"Okay, well, if my slaying doesn't get my expelled, then I promise my banner making won't get me killed, okay?" Buffy smiled at him, somewhat amused for some reason. "Just please let me get through this week."

Giles looked a little hesitant. "This Saturday's going to need a great deal of preparation."

"We'll help." Chloe found herself volunteering, as usual.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, standing up from where he'd been sitting. "We'll whittle stakes."

"Lots of stakes." Dean sighed.

"And I'll also research stuff." Chloe decided. "There's got to be information about how this crusader guy was defeated that could be of use to us."

Dean noticed Cordelia walking by with a couple of her friends, eyeing her longingly, more longingly than usual.

Cordelia's hazel gaze rose to meet his for a second before she looked away and continued to talk to her friends as if she hadn't seen him.

Dean sighed, looking away.

Chloe frowned, looking between them before putting her hand on Dean's shoulder. "Wanna go with me to the Bronze tonight?"

The elder Winchester looked down at her in surprise before smiling. "I'd love to."

Which was how they later found themselves laughing and dancing to the music later on that night. Chloe had texted Angel to let him know her plans, before calling her father as well, and then had lost herself to the beat, enjoying spending time with Dean. They hardly had any time to spend alone, and it was interesting to spend some time with him. She knew that she was slacking up in helping him, as she'd promised Cordelia, but to be fair she had a lot of things on her plate. Anyway, she was still running that check on his father, trying to go on a hunch of hers, and didn't want to do anything until she had everything she needed in her hands.

Later Sam and Buffy joined them after finishing studying French, and the four of them had an even better time, just being teenagers and trying to forget all the impossible dangers and things they had in their lives.

A couple of times during the night, Chloe felt a little nagging feeling, of being watched, but every time she'd look around she wouldn't see anyone and just attribute it to her being paranoid.

"Where's the phone?" Someone asked loudly close to them. "I need to call the police. There's some big guy out there trying to bite somebody."

Everyone exchanged looks before everyone took off running from the dancefloor.

Chloe was behind the others though, stopping right before leaving the Bronze through the back door, turning and looking around at those dancing.

Something...that feeling was stronger.

Her eyes narrowed.

Something just didn't feel right.

Shaking her head, she turned and raced out in time to see Dean and Sam struggling away with an injured woman.

Chloe raced passed them in time to see Buffy perform a roundhouse kick to the huge vampire's face, which only made him flinch a bit. He swung at Buffy, but she sidestepped the blow and swung back. He grabbed the Slayer's arm, swinging her around and throwing her into a metal roll-up door. She hit it high and hard, falling to the ground, but was up again in seconds. He swung again and hit the metal door with his fist when she ducked the punch.

Chloe would have helped, but she sensed something, in the shadows, and couldn't look away from the darkness, something in her wary and yet not.

The conflict was disturbing.

Buffy punched the vampire's face again and then his chest. He got loose form her and landed a punch on her face, causing her to go spinning down to the ground, lying there, momentarily stunned.

The vampire loomed over her. "I don't need to wait for St. Vigeous. You're mine."

Snapped out of the trance, Chloe gave a growl as she ran and jumped onto the back of the large creature, arms hooked around his neck uncomfortably, squeezing with all her might. She held on with grunts as the vampire tried to shake her off, backing in hard into the wall of the alley, the breath rushing out of her lungs and causing her to let go, collapsing to the ground.

He turned and bent down to get her, but Chloe snarled and kicked him in the face, causing the vampire to stagger backwards.

A chuckle of amusement from the shadows that Chloe's gaze had been drawn to before cause her to look there once more.

Buffy was up on her feet once more, ferocious and pissed at having her favorite pants dirtied, and she let him know that as she let out all that fury on the vampire. Her hits were more accurate, stronger, more painful.

"Spike!" The vampire called out. "Gimme a hand!"

Suddenly Sam reappeared, stake in hand. "Buffy!"

The Slayer turned to him as he threw her the stake, catching it midair, she, in a smooth, swift motion, plunged it home into the vampire's chest. He didn't even have time to fall before crumbling to ashes.

Chloe hadn't noticed this though, her gaze firmly on the shadows, as they moved and shifted, a handsome man in a black leather duster, with platinum hair, impossible cheek bones, and ice blue eyes appeared slowly, clapping his hands.

Buffy looked up at him with a confused expression on her face.

"Nice work, love." The one the vampire had called Spike said.

"Who are you?" Buffy asked.

Chloe couldn't understand why he looked so familiar, why he sounded so familiar.

Who was he?

"You'll find out Saturday." He replied easily.

"What happens on Saturday?" Buffy asked, eyes narrowed, as Dean reappeared from having taken the girl to get help.

Spike smirked. "I kill you."

Everyone was speechless, only able to watch as he disappeared into the shadows.

Chloe stood, a little shaky, unable to look away.

Buffy looked worried. "We need to talk to Giles. Now." She turned and hurried away, Dean and Sam following.

Chloe didn't move, unable to look away from the shadows.

Instead of following the others back she found herself moving forwards, following in the direction the Spike character had disappeared in. The shadows were dark and fierce and she was nervous, but she pressed forwards, pushing herself faster into running, looking around her, trying to find where he'd gone.

Who was he?

How did she know him?

He was obviously one of the bad guys...so it made no sense!

Reaching a fork in the road, Chloe stopped and looked around her, breathing rapidly.

Where had he gone?

Sensing something behind her she twirled around and nearly screamed.

"Angel?"

He stood there, looking at her worried. "What's wrong?"

"What are you doing here?" She asked, hand to her rapidly beating heart.

"You texted me telling me you'd be here." He reminded her. "I finished what I was doing early and decided to come and find you." He suddenly noticed something and frowned. "You're hurt."

"Run-in with a vampire. I'm just a little winded." She shrugged off the concern, looking around her. "Angel, there was another vampire with him. He called him Spike. He told Buffy he's killing her saturday. And the thing is that..." She stopped when she saw the look on her boyfriend's face. "Angel?"

"Was he blonde? Ridiculously so?" Angel asked, eyes narrowed. "Cockney accent?"

"You know him." Chloe's eyes widened.

"Go home Chloe." He suddenly growled.

"What?" She was surprised.

"Just go home." He turned and left.

Chloe watched him going, surprised.

What the hell had just happened?

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Angel hadn't come to her room that night, and he wasn't answering her calls either.

She was worried.

Giles nor the others were making any headway on the situation either, since there were no 'Spike' in the chronicles that fit his description, Giles wondering if maybe he hadn't gone under a different name before. And they really didn't have time since it was now the evening of the Parent-Teacher meeting, and everyone was busy, readying for tomorrow, when apparently they were in for a fight with the neo vampire crusaders, led by the mysterious Spike.

Sam checked the crossbow as Jenny walked behind him with extra pieces of wood to make stakes, and set them on the table between Cordelia and Dean, who were whittling away, pretending that they weren't stealing glances at each other whenever the other wasn't looking. Jenny continued walking over behind Buffy, who was holding up a large, sharp machete, chopping the cucumber for the vegetable tray.

Giles stood, reading through one of his older books. "For three nights the unholy ones scourge themselves into a fury, um, culminating in a savage attack on the night of St. Vigeous."

No one had anything to say to that.

"Parents should be arriving in twenty minutes." Buffy began to get nervous. "Okay, so the banners are in place, the lounge is comfy...what am I forgetting?"

"Punch?" Sam asked.

"Punch." Buffy gasped. "I need punch!"

"My fingers are cramping." Cordelia complained, putting down her stake. "How long have I been doing this?"

"Three minutes." Dean didn't look up from his stake.

"So, can I go now?" Cordelia asked, standing up. "She doesn't need this many stakes. I mean, if this guy Spike is as mean as you all said, it should be over pretty quickly." Seeing Buffy looking at her, Cordelia plastered a smile on her face. "We're still all rooting for you on saturday. I'd be there for you myself if I didn't have a leg wax."

Buffy, getting more used to Cordelia and her mannerisms, even managed to smile slightly as she rolled her eyes and left the room to take the vegetable tray to the refreshment table and get the punch needed.

Mostly everyone was in the back during the Parent-Teacher get-together.

Chloe excused herself when her father rang her cellular to let her know he had arrived and was anxious to meet her teachers.

Ms. Calendar had left with Chloe, deciding she wanted to be the first to meet Gabe, leaving Cordelia, Dean, Sam and Giles in the library.

Unlike Buffy, who was nervous as hell about her mother meeting the teachers, Chloe had, like Sam, found the way to keep up her grades despite everything, and so wasn't that worried. All she wanted was for her teachers to tell her father that she was a good student and that she didn't make trouble at school, that she was normal. That was what her father needed to hear, that he had a normal daughter and that she was safe and sound and wasn't mixed up in the 'wrong crowd'.

She knew that he'd been surprised when she'd opted not to join the Sunnydale High Newspaper staff, but she'd also known that he'd been relieved, since investigating stories for her articles was one of the things he felt had caused her to get into so much trouble.

And, well, her father needed the illusion of a safe, normal daughter.

Chloe watched as her father and Jenny smiled at each other, still talking and laughing despite the fact that she'd introduced them a good twenty minutes ago and he was supposed to be mingling with all of her teachers.

"In the car, now."

Chloe turned at Joyce Summer's voice, seeing mother glaring at daughter after having come back from talking with a smug looking Mr. Snyder.

Obviously, despite everything Buffy had done, the little rodent had gone and told Mrs. Summers negative things concerning her daughter.

Buffy and Chloe exchanged concerned looks before Buffy sighed and turned to start follow her mother out.

Suddenly two vampires came crashing through the window, followed by several more vampires, all storming into the room and lining up as people began to panic.

And leading the vampires, was Spike.

He smirked, seeing Buffy. "What can I say? I couldn't wait."

He attacked, but Buffy grabbed a chair and threw it at him, tripping him up, before grabbing her mother's hand and running out of the room.

The whole building was in chaos as vampires attacked the humans.

"Nobody gets out!" Spike ordered, standing up. "Especially the girl!"

"Dad!" Chloe rushed to where he and Jenny were. "C'mon!"

"What's going on?!" Gabe Sullivan asked as he and Jenny took off after Chloe as she shoved a cleaning cart into two vampires in front of them, clearing the way down the hall.

"No time to explain dad!" Chloe called behind her shoulder as she led the way down the hallway and around a corner, only to come face to face with a female vampire, vamped out and laughing.

Chloe looked around her for a weapon, but didn't find any, instead backing up a moment and taking in a deep breath. When the vampire charged her she dodged the attack and twirled around, grabbing the vampire by her hair and using it to pull her back harshly, the momentum causing the female's body to jerk and fall down on her back hard. Chloe then turned and kicked the vampire in the head repeatedly, knowing that it wouldn't kill the vampire, but at least render her unconscious.

She looked up when she heard a scream, seeing a vampire grab Jenny from behind and bite into her neck.

"Jenny!" Chloe screamed, rushing towards her, past her stunned, horrified father, and jumped on the vampire's back, biting deep into its neck---the pain causing the vampire to scream and let go of Jenny, whom, thankfully, he hadn't had much time to drink from. Chloe held on tightly as this vampire also tried to get her off, banging her backwards into the wall. Bringing her hands to his face she dug her fingers deep into his eyes, causing him to scream in agony as she bursted them.

Letting go as he collapsed to the ground, Chloe looked up at the two adults watching her with wide eyes. "HURRY UP!" She raced passed them, looking back to make sure they were following as they reached the science room. "IN!" They ran into the room, and Gabe helped his daughter maneuver a storage cabinet in front of the door as Jenny ran over to the other door and locked it just in time for the power to go off.

"Chloe?" Gabe asked, voice shaky. "What's going on? How---? What--?"

She flinched, trying to find a way to tell him this.

"Who are those people and what do they want? What was wrong with their faces? Why did that one bite your teacher?" Gabe pressed when she wouldn't answer. "How did you--Chloe--you were brutal!"

The blonde flinched.

Brutal?

"Your daughter just saved our lives." Jenny surprised her by hissing, holding a hand to her wounded neck. "If she hadn't done what she had those vampires would have had us for dinner!"

"Vampires?" Gabe whispered, horrified.

"Dad..." Chloe tried, but couldn't find anything else to say.

"Vampires exist?" He continued, unable to believe this. "Here? In Sunnydale?"

"Mister Sullivan, listen to me and listen to me well." Jenny announced, firmly. "I know that you brought Chloe here for her to be safe, but like it or not your daughter has a calling. She is one of the few people who keeps people like you and I safe from things that go bump in the night. She's a champion who has already helped stop an Apocalypse, and you're going to have to understand that you can't outrun that. No matter where you take her, something is going to find her, and she's going to have to fight it, because it's her destiny."

Chloe looked up at Jenny in shock at those words.

She'd never thought of it that way.

"And if I were you I'd be proud for having such a wonderful, selfless and brave girl for my daughter." Jenny snapped. "She's been trying to protect you all this while but you need to be there for her now, Mister Sullivan. You need to understand what she's going through and you need to be a support for her. because she's going to need it. So man up!"

Chloe smiled softly at the righteous fury of her teacher and friend.

Gabe just looked at Jenny in shock. "Apocalypse?"

Chloe sighed. "Dad, I know we're going to have to have a 'talk', but not right now, okay?"

He finally turned to her and nodded.

"Thanks." Taking out her phone she dialed Angel's number, praying that he'd answer her this time.

He didn't.

Fuck.

"Angel, it's me Chloe." She spoke to his answering machine. "I don't know what's gotten up your ass but I need you." Screaming could be heard outside of the classroom as some unlucky woman was caught and devoured. Chloe closed her eyes tightly. "Angel, Spike attacked the school, he has several vampires here and...Angel..." Someone pounded against the door, causing Jenny to scream and Gabe to hiss a curse and hurry to push his weight against the cabinet. Chloe gasped. "Angel!" She then dropped her phone and went to help her father put weight on the door as vampires tried to get inside, Jenny joining them.

"Slaaayer!" They could hear Spike's voice echoing playfully off the walls. "Here, kitty, kittyyyy. I find one of your friends first, I'm gonna suck 'em dry. And use their bones to bash your head in."

They could hear a door being kicked open.

"We need weapons." Chloe whispered, back pressed against the cabinet. "What can we find here?"

Gabe looked around him. "Nothing."

"I see a pencil!" Jenny exclaimed, diving for the object of the ground and picking it up victoriously.

"A pencil?" Gabe questioned, incredulously. "Against vampires?"

"You'd be surprised, dad." Chloe announced as she made a dash for the teacher's desk, scrummaging around the drawers before pulling out a couple of wooden pencils, grinning. "Yes!" Passing one to her father, who eyed it as if seeing a pencil for the first time, Chloe stashed the rest into her pants pocket and looked around her. "I have to get out there."

"No." Gabe shook his head. "There are too many of those things out there! They'll kill you!"

"I have to do this dad." She turned to him, determined. "I know you don't want me to get hurt, but you gotta let me do this."

He sighed and looked away.

"When I tell you to, I want you and Ms. Calendar to run out of the back door to the exit and get the hell outta here."

He looked up at her, incensed. "I'm not going to leave you here! I can help! I can---."

"Get yourself killed!" Chloe hissed. "You cant help me dad! You don't know how to fight this and Ms. Calendar is hurt. She needs help! You need to take her to the hospital! If you're here then I will be worried about you and I'll be distracted and you're going to get me killed!" She knew it was harsh, but it was the only way she could think of to get him to go.

Gabe flinched away as if she'd hit him.

Chloe sighed and turned towards the door in time to hear a scream.

The pounding against the door stopped.

And then... "Is anyone in there?"

Her head came up. "Sam?"

"Chloe?" She could hear the relief. "Thank God you're okay!"

"Help me get this away from the door." Chloe ordered, and her father and Jenny did as told, pulling the cabinet away from the door and opening it to see Sam, armed to the teeth, standing there.

The blonde rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly. "You're okay." She pulled away. "The others?"

"Cordelia is leading the group with Buffy's mom outside while Dean, Giles and I are trying to stake the ones we can find, but there are lots of them, Chlo." Sam said, passing her a stake.

She passed it to Jenny. "Get out of here."

Jenny nodded, pulling Gabe away.

Sam watched them go, passing her another stake and a flask of holy water. "So...your dad..."

"Let's just say we're going to have a serious talk about my choice in career if we survive this."

Sam winced, but didn't have much time to commiserate as a group of four vampires descended on them.


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"ANGEL!"

Her scream was still rung in his ears as he fought his way into the school.

Demon and soul howled as one.

She needed him and he hadn't been there.

Tearing his way through his enemies, Angel realized that he hadn't been this brutal since Angelus, and yet he didn't care. He needed to get to Chloe, he needed...he knew how brutal Spike could be. Hell, he'd taught him to be the way he was. He was the reason Spike was the monster he was today. That was why he couldn't look Chloe in the eye, why he couldn't talk to her.

He was ashamed.

He was scared of how she'd think of him when she saw the work of his hand and knew it was his doing.

Sure, she knew of stories about Angelus, but this wasn't just words...this was a manifestation of just how fucked up someone could become under Angelus' hands and tutoring.

Spike had once been a nobleman, a soft-spoken, stammering mommy's boy poet.

And look what Angelus had made him.

The massacre all around him was his fault.

"CHLOE!" He screamed her name. "CHLOE!"

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"CHLOE!"

From where she was pulling out the stake from her latest kill, Chloe looked up, heart soaring at the sound of that voice. "Angel?" She took a step forwards. "ANGEL!" Forgetting all about the danger around her, Chloe took off towards his voice, turning the corner in time to see him dusting two vampires around him. "Angel."

He looked up, game face on, eyes gold, vicious.

"Angel!" She didn't hesitate, running towards him and jumping into his arms. "You came!"

"Of course I did." He whispered harshly into her ear, holding her up easily, tightly. "I'm so sorry. I---."

She didn't let him finish, kissing him passionately.

She'd always criticized people in movies kissing just as chaos and destruction was going on around them, but she'd been so worried, so scared that something would happen and she'd never see him again----that she was so relieved to be there with him once more.

If Angel was there she could be strong.

Angel pushed her away from him and twirled, staking the vampire that'd crept up on them, about to attack.

Chloe smiled up at him. "My Angel."

He smirked down at her. "My Lass."

Sharing identical grins, they turned and returned to the fight.

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Spike got back to the complex where the vampires gathered right before the sun rose, sunlight streaming through a high window. He stood by a cage, furious, both at himself and at the bloody slayer. He'd had the advantage, he'd had everything in his favor, and yet the Slayer had managed not only to escape with her life, but she'd nearly taken his! Not only that, but all of his men had been killed...and he'd seen Angelus.

And yet, it hadn't been Angelus.

The vampire he'd always loved as a sire had been fighting his own kind.

Disgust and fury filled Spike as he remembered seeing the way Angelus tore through vampires viciously, savagely.

Any other creature being killed that way would have filled Spike with the hero-worship he'd alway had for the man he'd always considered his sire despite Dru having done the deed...but to see Angelus annihilating his own kind to help humans...

Spike slammed his fist into the cage.

What the bloody hell had happened to Angelus since the Boxer Rebellion?

Since that time in the submarine during the world war?

"Spike, did she hurt you?"

He looked up, seeing Dru.

He wondered if she'd known that Angelus was here, that he...that he obviously had something to do with the bird she'd had him rescue.

Spike had seen them together, fighting like a unit.

And he knew how Dru worshipped and adored her 'daddy' to an annoying degree.

She would do anything for Angelus.

"It was close." He replied, looking away, thoughts confused and conflicting, wondering whether he should tell her about Angelus or accuse her of already knowing.

Dru usually always knew everything thanks to her stars and Miss Edith.

"Oh, come here." Dru cooed, pulling his head down onto her shoulder tenderly and stroking his cheek and neck.

It'd been ages since she'd done this.

Spike closed his eyes, accepting the love he so yearned for.

"A Slayer with family and friends." He sighed. "That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure."

"You'll kill her." Dru seemed sure of it. "And then we'll have a nice celebration."

"Yeah," he nodded. "A party."

"Yeah. With streamers...and songs."

He lifted his head from her shoulder. "How's the Annoying One?"

She pouted. "He doesn't wanna play."

"Figures." He scoffed. "Well, suppose I better go make nice." He walked over to where the kid was and knelt before him.

"You failed." The kid announced.

"I, uh...I offer penance." Spike tried.

"Penance?" One of the kid's right-hand vamps snarled. "You should lay down your life! Our numbers are depleted, the feast of St. Vigeous has been ruined by your impatience!"

"I was rash, and if I had to do it all over again..." And once again, Spike couldn't keep a straight face, breaking out into laughter. "Who am I kidding?" He stood, sneering. "I would do it exactly the same way, only I'd do this..." He grabbed the kid.

"No!" The Annoying One screamed.

"First!" Spike carried Collin over to the cage, and when the kid's right-hand vamp tried to stop him Spike kicked back and knocked him out before sticking the kid in the cage and closing and locking the door.

Drusilla watched with a smile as Spike started pulling the chain, lifting thee cage up from the floor.

"From now on, we're gonna have a little less ritual..." he stopped pulling the chain. "...and a little more fun around here." He gave the chain a final pull, and the cage was lifted into the sunlight, the Annoying One screaming as the sunlight began to set him on fire.

Drusilla smiled at Spike as the scent of burnt flesh filled the warehouse.

Spike smiled back.
Comments 
6th-Feb-2010 09:10 pm (UTC)
Yay Spike! ♥ haha, I love him....


excellent chapter!
6th-Feb-2010 09:21 pm (UTC)
That episode is probably one of my favorite Spike episodes...lol. I tend to drool over him in that one the most for some reason.
6th-Feb-2010 10:36 pm (UTC)
yay love spike he is a badass lol. loved how angle and angleus both love chloe and she loves them both . will they ever figure out what dru and spike did to chloe ? PPMS
6th-Feb-2010 10:42 pm (UTC)
Well, Angelus can't exactly love, but he feels the equivalent to love in his own, messed up terms. :D
7th-Feb-2010 07:44 am (UTC)
Yay!!! New chapter!! *dances around*

Love the first part!!!!

Jenny was awesome telling Gabe about Chloe. Also much love for Spike!!!
7th-Feb-2010 07:48 am (UTC)
*joins you in dance* lol
Glad you're enjoying Jenny & Spike!
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