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SuperSlayerVille: Season Two 9/11 
17th-Feb-2010 07:37 pm
SuperSlayerVille Season One
Title: SuperSlayerVille: Season Two
Sequel to: SuperSlayerVille: InterSeason
Pairings: Chloe/Angel(us), some Dean/Cordelia, slight Buffy/Giles, Chloe/Spike, 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.

In her room, Chloe woke up with a start, putting a hand to her head. She felt groggy, having spent the last couple of days sleeping thanks to her body's exposure to the pure, dark and consuming energy of the Hellmouth. Chloe had been scolded by everyone for that act, but she couldn't really care. It was because she'd connected to it that they were able to find Angel, and that was all that mattered to the blonde. She was sorry that Sam had gotten mixed up into it, and she felt guilty about that, but not about anything else.

Every since that thing, Chloe had been sleeping most of the day, dazed and weak in bed. She felt Angel by her most of the time, and it made her feel better, safer. As long as Angel was with her she didn't care about anything else. He was the person she loved most in the world, he was her near obsession. And, if his actions were anything to go by, he was feeling so more and more.

This was actually the first time she'd woken up and he wasn't by her side, obviously having gone out for something important.

Maybe to get blood.

He needed blood to heal after what had been done to him, and unfortunately Chloe was too weak to give him any of hers.

Plus, she was kinda worried that her blood might still be contaminated with the darkness in the Hellmouth energy. Her whole being still was, which was why she'd requested her father not come to her room until she was back to health, and while he hadn't been too happy about it, from what she could tell he'd stayed away, leaving the tending of her to Angel.

It worried her a little, since tending to her left Angel in close contact with the pure, evil energies, and he was still so very weak...

At least Sam had gotten better after two days and was back to normal...or so Buffy had told her on the phone during the few moment Chloe had been awake a couple of days ago.

With a sigh, she reached over to her lamp and turned it on. The blonde took her glass from her nightstand for a drink, but found it nearly empty. She got up to fill it, a little weak on her feet and yet refusing to go back to bed, making her way out of the room and down the hall.

Feeling something behind her, Chloe turned, eyes widening when she saw Drusilla behind her, stalking her.

"Hello, my little hell." The vampiress smiled, all fangs.

Screaming, Chloe opened the door to the bathroom and suddenly found herself at the Bronze.

She stopped fleeing in her surprise, looking behind her to find the door, and Drusilla, both gone.

Confused, the blonde walked deeper into the Bronze, noticing Sam sitting at a table with a large cup of cappuccino and an organ grinder's monkey, both having an intense in fluent french, none of which she understood.

Dean and Cordelia were on the dance floor, dancing a tango, a rose held between Dean's teeth.

Chloe tilted her head slightly as she watched them.


She turned to see her father, holding a large cup and saucer.

"Do you really think you're ready, Chloe?" He asked.

"What?" She asked.

Gabe dropped the saucer, and Chloe watched it as it fell and shattered on the floor.

Her father just turned and slowly walked away.

Chloe watched him go, and then looked around the room again.

Giles had Buffy over his lap, spanking her.

Buffy looked like she was enjoying it way too much.

Chloe walked passed them quickly and went through the crowd to the stage. It was empty, no band tonight. The blonde turned around and smiled warmly as she saw Angel standing at the pool table.

He smiled and started towards her.

She hopped off of the stage and began to walk towards him.

Suddenly Drusilla appeared behind Angel, vamped out, and thrusted a stake into his back, pulling it out.

He arched in pain.

"ANGEL!" Chloe screamed in horror.

They reached out for each other, but before she could touch him, his hand began to disintegrate. The rings on his fingers fell to the floor, and while his body didn't explode like most vampires' it just crumbled to dust.

Drusilla lowered the stake and took the few steps over to Chloe, reaching out to touch her face. "My pretty, fiery hell." She came closer. "Happy Incarnation Day. Let's blow out the candles together." And with that she sunk her teeth deep into Chloe's neck.

With a scream Chloe woke up, jolting up in her bed, hand going to her uninjured neck, looking around her, disoriented by the darkness and scared, terrified.

"Chloe?" Angel's voice came to her in the darkness, his cold hands reaching for her.

"Angel?" She whimpered, tears making their way to her eyes.

"Baby, it's me, you're okay." Angel whispered, pulling her towards him. "It was just a nightmare. Whatever it was. It was just a nightmare. You're okay."

Chloe gave a little cry as she threw herself on him, realizing that they were on her bed, and that the room was so dark because he'd placed thick blankets over the windows to keep out the sunlight. "Angel!"

He held her close to him, caressing her hair. "Hey." He tightened his hold on her as she began to shiver. "Is everything okay?"

"I---I dreamt that Drusilla was alive. And---and---she killed you. Right in front of me."

"It was just a dream." He sighed, pressing a kiss to her head. "It wasn't real."

"But it felt so real." She closed her eyes tightly. "And I've had dreams that have come true before. Like--like the ones I had about the Master."

"Still, not every dream you have comes true." Angel reassured her. "I mean, what else did you dream?"

She took in a deep, calming breath. "Uhm, Giles was spanking Buffy, Sam was having a heated debate in french with a monkey, and Dean and Cordy were dancing the tango."

"See my point?" Angel asked, sounding amused.

The blonde exhaled. "Yeah, I-I do, but...what if Drusilla is alive? We never saw her body."

"She's not." He whispered into her hair, hands caressing her back. "But even if she was, we'd deal."

"W-w-what if she is..."

He kissed her, and she was too weak of character to do anything but respond, fiercely.

Chloe whimpered, somehow wriggling so that she was completely on top of him, straddling him on the bed.

"Chlo..." He hissed, hands digging harder into her back as her hands went to his hair.

"My Angel..." She whispered, groaning in complaint when he stopped kissing her, and instead pressed his lips to her forehead.

"You're too weak still, Chloe." He whispered.

"No, I'm not." She denied, bucking down against him.

He gave a little snarl, hands going to her hips. "Chlo-e. We can't."

"Why not?" She tried bucking again, but he had a good hold on her hips and kept them in place.

"Because if we do that, then I'm going to do that, and you're weak enough as it is."

She sighed, understanding, stopping her struggling and instead resigning herself to laying on top of him. "You're right. I'm sorry. I---I just miss you...in me...in both ways."

He gave a little groan at that. "You're trying to kill me."

"You're already dead." She snarked.

He barked out laughter. "Yes, I am."

Chloe finally began to relax, taking in a deep breath, smiling as she rested against him. "I love you."

"And I adore you." He whispered back. "How are you feeling now? Do you need anything? I brought up anything you could need from downstairs last night so the sunlight wouldn't keep me from having you comfortable."

"My very own Florence Nightingale."

"Damn right." Angel announced. "Now if only those fucking annoying humans would leave us alone I could fully concentrate on taking care of you."

Chloe frowned. "Angel...?"

He growled. "They don't understand that you need to rest. The damned Slayer and her Watcher keep calling or trying to come visit to talk about---about what you told that Calendar woman and---."

Chloe went stiff. "Do you know what I told Jenny?"

There was silence, before he nodded. "Yes. I overheard your conversation."

Chloe tried to push away, but found Angel's grip on her hips unforgiving, not allowing her to move. "Angel?"

"You're the Master's daughter." He responded curtly. "So what?"

She paused, surprised, wishing desperately that she could see his face in this darkness. "I might be his daughter. And---and you can't be so flippant about it. You said so yourself! Anything the Master ever made was pure evil!"


She blinked. "So?"

"Chloe, I love you. You're mine. I don't care who or what you are, that doesn't change it. And if the Slayer or the Watcher or any of those fucking goody-two-shoes try to hurt you, I'll make what I did in Europe look like childsplay."

In one sense, it was comforting to hear that.

But in another sense...

Chloe frowned into the darkness, before suddenly it made sense. "It's the energy." She closed her eyes with a groan, trying to get off of him again. "How stupid could I be? You're weak, you nearly died, and I had you taking care of me while I was infected and emitting pure Hellmouth energy. I've contaminated you. You're talking like Angelus."

He was silent, but wouldn't let go of her hips.

"When the sun sets you need to get out of the house and spend some days away from me to detox." Chloe told him, seriously. "I--." She gave a little squeal as suddenly their positions were reversed, and she was pinned beneath Angel's hard, chiseled body. "Angel?"

But then he was kissing her, and once again, Chloe showed her own weakness of character by groaning and arching into the kiss.


In Spike's warehouse, Dalton came in, carrying a large wooden box. "I have your packages."

"Just put it on the table...near the other gifts." Spike rolled into the room in a wheelchair, Drusilla followed him, guiding the chair. He turned to look at her. "Are you dead set on this, pet? Wouldn't you rather have your party in Vienna?"

"But the invitations are sent."

"Yeah." He looked down at his wheelchair in disgust. "It's just I've had it with this place. Nothing ever comes off like it's supposed to."

Drusilla leaned in and placed her hands on his chest. "My gatherings are always perfect. Remember Spain?" She crouched next to him. "Hey....The bulls?" She walked her fingers up his arm.

"I remember, sweet. But Sunnydale's cursed for us. Angel and the Slayer see to that."

"Shhhh...." She whispered into his ear. "I've got good games for everyone." She licked his cheek. "You'll see." The brunette walked over to the table and inspected the roses and other red flowers that had been woven into the high backs of the chairs. She stepped up to one. "These flowers...are wrong." The decorators looked worried. "They're all...wrong!" She moaned, and Spike looked worried. "I can't abide them!" She screamed and ripped at them.

"Let's try something different with the flowers then." Spike told the decorators, who nodded with hasty agreement.

She looked at him and calmed down a bit, before eyeing the boxes on the table and slowly walking to them. "Can I open one? Can I?"

Spike smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Can I?" Dru pleaded. "Ooooo."

"Just a peek, love." Spike grinned.

She excitedly reached for the latch one one of them.

"They're for the party." Spike wheeled himself over to her.

Drusilla lifted the lid, inhaled in wonder, and smiled.

"Do you like it, baby?"

"It reeks of death." She giggled before turning to kneel in front of Spike. "This will be the best party ever."

"Why is that?" Spike wanted to know.

"Because..." She stood back up and leaned towards the box. "It will be the last."

She slammed the lid shut.


"Who was that?" Buffy looked up when she entered the library to see Giles putting down the phone.

"Chloe." The Watcher replied.

Buffy smiled. "She's awake? We should go see her!"

"You heard Angel the last time we wanted to check up on her, and he was right. She needs her rest, plus she isn't the safest person to be around while she's emitting pure Hellmouth energy." Giles reminded her. "But she says she's feeling better and should be back to school tomorrow."

"Remind me why he gets to be with her twenty four seven and yet we can't pop in for a quick visit to make sure she's not on her deathbed?" Buffy pouted, sitting down on the table, folding her arms over her chest.

"Because pure Hellmouth energy is toxic to anyone living." Giles eyed her.

"Right." Buffy sighed. "Oh well. She'll be back to school tomorrow and we can see her for ourselves."

"Isn't tomorrow her birthday?" Giles asked, curiously.

Buffy nodded. "The Winch Bros, Cordelia, Ms. Calendar and I were thinking that it would be good, you know, if she was strong by then, to have a group therapy-talk thing. You know, to let her know that despite everything we still see her the same way. That, even if she is..." she winced. "The Master's daughter---which I refuse to believe, by the way---that we still love her."

Giles smiled. "I'm sure it would mean a lot to her. She needs you all more than ever now."

Buffy smiled.

Giles suddenly frowned. "She was worried. She---apparently she had a nightmare that Drusilla was alive and had killed Angel. She seemed very disturbed by it."

"Well, it can be expected, with all that Hellmouthy energy in her, its bound to give her nightmares." Buffy concluded.

Giles nodded. "I thought so as well."

Buffy got up and grinned. "I'm off to tell the others to start planning the therapy!" And with that, she was off.


The next morning, Chloe had awoken alone in her room (which meant that Angel had respected her wishes and was staying away for a while) and while she missed him she knew this was the best for them right now. Last night had showed her that being cooped up in a small room with her for days while he was in that weakened state had made her infect him somewhat with the Hellmouth energy and it would do him some good to be away from her. And...and anyway, it would be torture to be with Angel right now. She'd want to...and they wouldn't have been able to.

Like last night.

They'd come so close before they just had to pull away, knowing that him drinking her blood wasn't the smartest thing to happen at the moment.

"Honey." Her father hugged her tightly when she'd descended the stairs and gone to the kitchen, where he was making breakfast. "What are you doing up?"

"I'm going to school." She smiled, hugging him before pulling back.

Gabe frowned. "Angel said---."

"Angel's too overprotective." Chloe replied with a shrug. "I'm fine now. I----I need to go to school.

Gabe shook his had and reached for a plate, taking it to where he'd been frying eggs. "Do you really think you're ready, Chloe?"

She looked up at him in shock.

And then Gabe's grip on the plate slipped...causing it to fall and shatter on the floor.


Giles paced as Chloe sat on the table, having skipped her first period classes to go straight to the library to tell him about what had happened to her that morning.

"...and then my dad broke the plate." She announced, looking up at him, worried. "It was just like my dream. Every gesture, every word. It was so creepy."

"Yes, well, I-I-I'd imagine it would be...fairly unnerving." He sat on the end of the table.

The door swung open, and Dean, Sam and Buffy appeared, talking amongst themselves, worried, but then they stopped in their tracks when they saw Chloe there.

Giles noticed the stiffness in the girl's body as she looked at them, nervous.

And then the three laughed and called her name, hurrying towards her and pulling her into a group hug.

Giles smiled as the relief became evident in the girl's face and she hugged them back.

"We thought you hadn't come again since you weren't in our first classes!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Happy Birthday." Dean smiled at her.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked her, hand going to pull a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear.

"Um, a little wigged." The blonde admitted.

The three lost their smiles.

"Are you still feeling ill?" Dean wanted to know.

"You should lay down." Buffy decided.

"You should have stayed home if you still weren't feeling a hundred percent better." Sam scolded, hand going to her forehead to check her temperature.

Chloe looked at them with eyes wide, obviously a little overwhelmed by their concern.

"It's not that." Giles decided to save her. "It's just that a part of the night Chloe had the other night actually transpired."

"What nightmare?" Sam frowned.

"The one where Drusilla was alive?" Buffy went still.

Chloe nodded. "Which means that if part of that dream became true, the Drusilla part could as well. She might be alive. I---in my dreams I couldn't stop her. She blindsided me. She blindsided us all. None of us were ready for her. And then...Angel was gone before I knew what happened."

"Even if she is alive, uh, we can still protect Angel." Giles reassured her. "Dreams aren't prophecies, Chloe. You remember your dreams about the Master rising and yet Buffy stopped it."

"She ground his bones to make her bread." Dean agreed.

"That's true." Buffy nodded. "Except for the bread part."

"We just need to stay one step ahead of this." Sam decided.

"Absolutely." Giles replied, standing. "Let me read up on Drusilla, uh, see if she has any particular patterns." He started towards his office. "Why don't we all meet at your house at 7:00? We'll map out a strategy."

Chloe nodded. "Okay."

Dean placed his arm around her shoulder. "Now, history awaits."

She smiled up at him, and the others, before following them out.

Giles watched them go.


Buffy and Jenny (who was giving her the ride) were late coming to the meeting.

Chloe was a little worried, but when Angel arrived she'd forgotten about Buffy and Jenny, giving him both a tender and an annoyed look.

"I thought we'd talked about this." Chloe went towards him as Giles, Gabe and Sam engaged in conversation, and Dean and Cordelia argued as per usual.

"You don't hurt me, Chloe." He whispered, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to him. "Plus, it's my girl's birthday. I couldn't stay away even if hell itself were trying to keep me."

She smiled, stepping up on her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

"Me too." He whispered against his lips. "And sometimes, I'm sure that Angelus does as well...or as close to love as Angelus could ever feel."

She blinked at him in surprise, hand over his unbeating heart. "Is that so?"

Angel nodded, tightening his hold on her and smiling down possessively and contentedly. "For the first time ever he isn't fighting me about something I want or do. He wants you just as fiercely as I do."

"I'm wondering whether to feel complimented." She admitted.

He laughed. "Do. This is the closest to actual feelings that Angelus has ever experienced."

"I will take it as a compliment then." She reached up and kissed him longer.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Jenny and Buffy appeared, both bringing in a heavy looking box.

"Jenny?" Gabe asked as he and Giles hurried to help the women with the box.

"Some vampires were stealing from this van---the same vampire I saw in the Du Lac mausoleum was one of them." Buffy announced as the box was lowered. "I dusted most of them...but that same one escaped."

"And they left this behind." Jenny was bent over, gasping for breath.

"What is it?" Cordelia asked, making a face.

"I have no idea." Giles frowned. "Can, can it be opened?"

"Yeah." Buffy nodded. "This looks like a release right here." She worked the latch and opened the box.

Inside was an arm clad in armor.

Buffy looked over at Giles in disgust, and then suddenly the arm raised up, grabbing Buffy by the throat and beginning to choke her.

Buffy struggled with the arm, Giles tried to get it off of her. Between them they got it off, and Giles stuffed it back into the box while Buffy stepped back and tried to catch her breath. The Watcher slammed the lid shut, and Buffy coughed.

"Well, clearly that is the Hellmouth's answer to 'what do you get the girl who has everything'?" Dean announced.

Cordelia smacked him up the back of his head.

"Good heavens." Giles was by Buffy's side in a second. "Are you all right?"

Jenny sat down on the lid of the box, just in case.

"Man, that thing had major grip." Buffy cough, voice hoarse, hand on her throat.

"What was that?" Sam asked what they all were thinking.

"It looked like an arm." Chloe stated the obvious.

"It can't be." Angel whispered to himself, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "She wouldn't."

"Angel?" Chloe asked, turning to her lover.

"It--it's a legend." The vampire turned to her. "Way before my time...of a demon brought forth to rid the Earth of the plague of humanity...separate the righteous from the wicked...and to burn the righteous down. They call him the Judge."

"The Judge?" Giles frowned. "This is he?"

"Not all of him." Angel responded.

Buffy raised her hand. "Uh, still needing backstory here."

"Um...he couldn't be killed, yes?" Giles asked, vaguely remembering something he'd read years ago. "Um, a-an army was sent against him. Most of them died....but finally they were able to dismember him, but, not kill him."

Angel nodded. "The pieces were scattered...buried in every corner of the Earth."

"So all these parts are being brought here." Jenny announced, putting it all together.

"By Drusilla." Buffy agreed. "The vamps outside were Spike's men."

"She's just crazy enough to do it." Angel nodded.

"Do what?" Gabe frowned. "Reassemble the Judge?"

"And bring forth Armageddon." Angel finished.

"These bad guys are so unoriginal." Cordelia bemoaned. "It's always 'let's end the world'."

"We need to get this out of town." Giles announced.

Everyone looked at each other.

Chloe took in a deep breath and grabbed Angel's hand. "We'll do it."

"What?" Gabe turned to her in shock.

"Dad, I know you don't want to hear this, but it's the only way." Chloe announced. "Giles and Buffy can't do it because they have to stay here with the Hellmouth, and Sam and Dean can't do it, they can't afford the trip and even if they could they wouldn't know what to do with it. And asking Cordelia to do it is out of the question."

"Amen." Cordelia announced.

"Angel knows Europe, hell, he knows the world. He can find a place to get it to safety. And I---," she took in a deep breath. "It would do me a lot of good to get away from the Hellmouth for a while. And a couple of months seems like heaven for me right now."

"Months?" Gabe whispered.

"She's right." Angel stepped forwards. "We gotta get this to the remotest region possible."

"But that's not months." Gabe insisted.

Angel gestured grandly. "We gotta catch a cargo ship to Asia, maybe trek to Nepal..."

"You know," Sam spoke up. "Those newfangled flying machines really are much safer than they used to be."

"Angel can't fly." Chloe answered. "There's no sure way to guard against the daylight."

Gabe sighed, lowering his head. "Chloe, you're my only child. How can---how can you ask me to accept this?"

"Oh dad." Chloe whispered, going to him and hugging him tightly. "I love you so much, but I need you to let me go. Unlike mom, I'm coming back."

He hesitated before hugging her tighter. "Make sure you do, young lady. Or you're grounded."

She laughed through her tears. "Yes sir."

"When?" Buffy asked Angel.

"Tonight." The vampire responded. "As soon as possible."


In the warehouse, Drusilla confronted Dalton, furious.

"You lost it? You...lost my present?!"

"I know." He had his eyes lowered. "I'm sorry."

"It was a bad turn, man." Spike snorted. "She can't have her fun without the box."

"The Slayer. She came out of nowhere. I didn't even see her!" Dalton exclaimed. "She..."

Drusilla cut him off by putting her finger to his lips. Staring into his eyes she lifted his glasses and dropped them to the floor, stomping on them and grinding them into the concrete. She lifted her head with her eyes closed. "Make a wish."

"What?" He gulped.

She held two fingers up to his eyes. "I'm going to blow out the candles."

"You might give him a chance to find your lost treasure." Spike interrupted. "He is a wanker, but he's the only one we've got with half a brain. If he fails, you can eat his eyes out of his sockets for all I care."

"I'll get it back." Dalton was positively sweating. "I swear."

Drusilla thrusted both hands at him and pulled them back at the last instant, and up into fists, smiling at him evilly. She bent down and picked up his glasses. "Okay." She unfolded them and set them back on his nose. "Hurry back then." She patted his head and then stepped over to Spike and sat on his lap.

Dalton breath a sigh of relief and left to begin his task.


On the docks, Chloe and Angel made their way to the ship. They'd said their goodbyes at the house before Jenny and Gabe had driven them and dropped them off. They were silent, solemn. Angel had the box on his shoulder, and Chloe pulled behind her the suitcase with their combined clothing. They walked arm in arm, Chloe leaning into him, and he pressed a kiss to her head. When they reached the gangplank Angel set the box down and looked around him.

"This is it." He placed an arm around her. "We're leaving."

Chloe looked around her, trying to be brave, to not think of her father, of Sam---of everyone she was leaving behind. "Yeah."

"You know, I always imagined us leaving this place together." Angel admitted to her. "Admittedly it was never under these circumstances, but still, it will be nice to have some time to ourselves."

She nodded. "I'll miss them though."

"I know you will." Angel let go of her to reach into his pocket. "I have something for you...for your birthday. I was gonna give it to you earlier but..." he showed her a ring with an intricate design.

"It's beautiful." Chloe whispered, pressing her finger to the design in awe. "Angel, I told you that you didn't have to---."

"I know I didn't have to." He grinned down at her. "But I wanted to." He cleared his throat. "My people---before I was changed---they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents royalty....and the heart...well, you know." He smiled, ducking his gaze in embarrassment for a second. "Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this." He showed her his own ring on his finger.

She looked at it, touched beyond words, and since her throat had dried up the only way she could think of expressing her feeling was to bring his hand to her lips and kiss the ring.

Angel smiled down at her tenderly, possessively, taking the ring from her and slipping it onto her finger.

Chloe looked at their joined hands, from her ring to his, and smiled, knowing despite all her fears, that this was the man she loved, and that leaving with him could never be a mistake.

She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. "Let's do this."

Suddenly two vampires jumped at them from some cargo netting. One pulled Chloe off of Angel and threw her back while the other began to fight with Angel. Chloe rolled to her feet, and the vampire swung at her but missed. She grabbed him and started pummeling his gut while Angel flipped the other one over onto his back. He got up and Angel swung at him three times, but he blocked all of them, yet was unable to block Angel's next punch, which landed squarely in his face. Chloe ducked a swing, lifting herself up on the dock railing and kicking her assailant in the chest with both feet, sending him staggering back into the gangplank. She gave chase and grabbed him by the back of the shirt and hair, causing him to growl.

Dalton dropped out of the cargo netting now, too, running over to the box and grabbing it, starting to run.

"Angel!" Chloe cried out as she saw it. "The box!"

Angel ducked a roundhouse kick, grabbed the vampire's arm, and flipped him over onto his back. He raced after Dalton and tackled him onto the deck.

Chloe's attacker shook free of her and shoved her into a stack of crate. He followed up with a roundhouse kick but she ducked it and he just hit the crates. She made a grab for him, but he punched her in the face.

Angel got ready to punch Dalton but got distracted when the vampire he had been fighting before grabbed the box and made a run for it.

Chloe's opponent grabbed her by her shirt and roared as he swung her around, over the railing and into the water.

Angel saw her go flying. "Chloe!" He let go of Dalton and jumped over the railing and into the water after her.


In the library, Giles was researching the Judge. Despite the late hour, he had Buffy and Sam with him, Dean off to walk Cordelia to the parking lot safely. The librarian found himself unable to stop looking up at the clock every couple of minutes, feeling guilty that such a heavy burden had been placed on such young shoulders.

"They should have left port by now." He sighed.

"I can't believe he'd be so selfish." Sam spoke, soft and tense. "Why did she have to go with him? I understand him going, and I understand that the Hellmouth bothers her, but she needs to be here to build up a resistance to it! She was doing so well!"

"She nearly died." Buffy reminded him.

"Exactly!" Sam snapped his book shut. "She should've died, and yet she didn't! And not only that, but she managed to channel only the amount that I could handle. Which means that she's acquiring unspeakable skill when it comes to tapping into and controlling the Hellmouth energy. And now, when she comes back, it'll be the initial shock and she'll have to get used to everything all over again! And the shock alone could kill her!"

Giles and Buffy exchanged worried looks.

The doors swung open to reveal Dean. "Guys, you're never going to believe this."

They looked up in time to see the doors swing open again behind him, showing Chloe and Angel, both soaked to the bone, Angel carrying a suitcase in his hand.

"What happened?" Giles rose to his feet immediately, as did Buffy and Sam.

"Dru's guys ambushed us." Chloe sighed. "They got the box."

"Oh god." Buffy whispered.

"Are you guys okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, we just got wet." Chloe looked at Angel. "Good thing is that we have dry clothes to change into."

Angel nodded before turning to Giles. "What do we know?"

"The more I study the Judge, the less I like him." Giles replied, sitting back down. "His touch can literally burn the humanity out of you. A true creature of evil can survive the process. No human ever has."

"What's the problem?" Dean asked. "We send Cordy to fight this guy, and we go for pizza."

Chloe had to give a little giggle at that despite the serious situation.

Buffy looked up at her Watcher. "Can this guy be stopped? Without an army?"

Giles looked down at the book in front of him. " 'No weapon forged can kill him.' Not very encouraging." He sighed. "If only we could stop them from assembling him."

"We need to find his weak spots," Sam announced. "And we need to figure out where they'd be keeping him."

"This could take time." Giles sighed.

"Better do a round robin." Dean groaned. "Chloe you go first, I think your dad will be more than glad to hear that the box got stolen."

She smiled at him and went towards the phone.

"Round robin?" Giles asked the older Winchester boy.

"It's when everybody calls everybody else's mom and tells them they're staying at everyone's house." Dean explained. "Usually Sam and I don't have to do it since dad isn't at home."

"Thus freeing us up for world saveage." Buffy finished.

After the rounds of calls to parents, and Gabe hurrying over to the library to hold his daughter close and cry with relief that she didn't have to leave, the group got to researching (minus Gabe, who had to get up early and work the next day). They researched late into the night, with Angel and Buffy going out to see if they could get any information from scum like Willy the Snitch, and patrol the grounds.

"I think I read this one already." Dean groaned over a book.

Giles watched as Sam got up and took off his jacket, putting it across Chloe's shoulders as she slept with her head resting on her arms on the table.

The Watcher watched the young man and sighed.

When Sam's gaze rested on a ring on the girl's finger his expression fell, and he looked away.

Giles' gaze lowered to Chloe's ring finger, where a claddagh ring rested, facing towards her.

Symbolizing she belonged to someone.

The Watcher looked back up at Sam, understanding his sudden misery upon seeing it.

The boy really was in love with her.

The youth of today were so flimsy and wishy-washy that Sam's apparent devotion to Chloe was quite miraculous, and heartbreaking in itself.

Angel and Buffy appeared from down out of the stack.

Giles looked up, standing. "Any luck?"

Buffy came up to him and shook her head.

Angel went to Chloe and paused a second when he noticed Sam's jacket covering her, sending the boy in question a look before leaning over the sleeping girl and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Seems Chloe needed some rest." Giles announced, uneasy by the slight tension in the air.

"She's still very weak." Angel agreed.

"And yet knowing that you had no problem with taking her away from her home and friends, to a dangerous mission that her body wasn't strong enough to undergo as yet." Sam grumbled from where he sat.

Angel snarled at him.

Dean got in the middle. "Just stop it you two. We have more important things to deal with right now! Like the Judge being reassembled so he can destroy us all!"

Appearing properly chastised, Sam and Angel looked away from each other.

Giles wondered when Dean had become so mature.


In Spike's warehouse, Chloe walked in, looking at the party decoration in confusion. All around her were candles on tall sticks, burning down. She went to the table and walked around it, looking at the several boxes sitting on the floor.

"Now, now."

Chloe spun around to see Drusilla on the upper level, holding Angel in front of her.

"Hands off my presents." Drusilla put a sharp blade to Angel's neck. "Hell Hell burning bright, burn the angel up tonight."

"Angel!" Chloe screamed...

...before jolting awake from her nightmare with a start.

"Oh my God!" She cried, hand to her chest, breathing rapidly, terrified, not noticing Angel or the others hurrying to her. "I've seen her before."

"Chloe?" Angel knelt down in front of her. "What is it, baby?"

"Angel I've dreamt of her before Sunnydale!" Chloe turned to him in the seat, eyes wide, terrified. "Drusilla, I---I've dreamt of her while in Smallville."

"What?" Giles asked, eyes wide.

"I couldn't---I couldn't remember---why couldn't I remember?" She began to shake, bringing her hands to her mouth. "My god!" She brought her hands to her mouth. "I've had visions of her---and she had visions of me. We've been---we've been seeing each other! And I---she touched me in my vision! She---she made Spike touch me! I----she---." Chloe didn't realize she was crying until she felt Angel brushing away the tears. "I dreamt she'd turned my father...I...I've never seen her face to face but I---I---."

"Chloe, I need you to calm down." Angel whispered, drawing her attention to him. "Calm down, and tell us what you're saying."

"I don't know why I didn't realize it in my last dream with her...why I knew it was her when I'd never supposed seen her..." Chloe whispered. "But I have. I've been sharing visions with her. It's like we're crisscrossing each other's Sight or something."

Sam frowned. "You said they could touch you will you were having visions. Were you hurt?"

"No." She stammered, shaking her head. "I---she just touched me, to show me she could, and made Spike touch me, so he could feel the heartbeat of h-h-hell."

"Of Hell?" Buffy made a face.

"She keeps calling me Hell." Chloe nodded. "Why does she keep calling me Hell?"

"She probably senses the connection you have with the Hellmouth." Dean guessed.

"What happened in this dream?" Giles asked her.

"I was in a warehouse." Chloe whispered. "And...there were decorations, like a party was about to happen, and Drusilla had Angel, with a knife to his throat and she told me...she...she told me..."

"What did she tell you?" Angel asked.

She looked down at him, body trembling. "To burn you up."

In the warehouse, Drusilla stood at the top of the spiral staircase and clapped her hands.

"More music!" She bobbed her head to the gothic beat as she descended the steps. The party was going well as she made her way to the head of the table and began to dance there.

Spike came rolling in with a large box on his lap. "Look what I have for you, ducks."

She looked over at him and smiled as she went towards her paramour. "Ahh...The best is saved for last." She took the box from him and handed it to two vampires.

They took it over to where the other boxes had been assembled into the shape of a body, raising the box and setting the head in place.

Once in place, a bright light emanated through the cracks in the boxes.

Drusilla smiled. "Hmm."

The front of the now unified boxes opened like a pair of twin gates to allow the Judge to step out. His skin was blue, and he had small horns on his forehead.

He opened his eyes.

"He's perfect, my darling." Drusilla purred.

Spike looked up at her.

"Just what I wanted." She stepped back to him and took his hand before looking up at the Judge. "Goll..."

The Judge stepped out of his box, apparently having difficulty to keep his balance as he pointed at Drusilla. "You!"

Spike rolled over to him in Dru's defense. "Ho, ho, ho. What's that, mate?"

"You two stink of humanity." The Judge sneered. "You share affection and jealousy."

"Yeah. What of it?" Spike tapped his armor. "Do I have to remind you that we're the ones who brought you here?"

Drusilla smiled, not at all intimidated. "Would you like a party favor?" She indicated to her guests.

The Judge looked at the party guests before settling on Dalton. "This one is full of feeling. He reads. Bring him to me."

Another vampire grabbed Dalton and kept him from running away.

"What's with the bringing?" Spike made a face. "I thought you could just zap people."

"My full strength will return in time." The Judge replied. "Until then...I need contact." The Judge stepped over to Dalton.

"No. No! NO!" Dalton struggled in vain.

The Judge put his hand on Dalton's chest, and he began to smoke, Drusilla watching excitedly. The Judge's hand began to burn into Dalton, who quickly combusted, disappearing in a flash of flame and smoke.

Drusilla gasped gleefully. "Do it again! Do it again!"

She smiled down at Spike, as the Judge smiled, feeling his power beginning to return.


"Angel, Buffy and I should go to the factory I saw in my vision---I can make out where it is." Chloe announced, looking at them, standing, shaky. "We'll do recon, figure out how far they've gotten assembling the Judge. You guys check any places the boxes could be coming into town through. Shipping yards, airports, anything. We need to stop them from getting all the boxes in one place."

"Yes. That is a good plan." Giles nodded.

"This thing is nasty, Giles, and it's real." She looked up at him. "We can't wait for it to come get us."

"Right." He nodded.

Buffy grabbed her bag, and she, Chloe and Angel made tracks for the door, the two best fighters followed Chloe as she felt out the vibes of the Hellmouth (refusing to connect to the Hellmouth direction like she had before and nearly killed herself), and tried to remember how she'd gotten to the place in her dreams, leading them the whole day until they reached there. The three snuck quietly into the warehouse and into the upper level, looking down at the party going on below as they walked the railing.

Chloe was getting really tired, but she refused to let it show and be a burden right now.

They saw the Judge walk into view, flanked by Spike and Drusilla.

He stopped, as if sensing something.

"What?" Spike asked. "What is it?"

The Judge looked around, and then up at Buffy, Chloe and Angel, growling.

"We gotta get outta here." Angel announced and they tried to make a run for it, but there were vampires heading them off on both sides.

"This isn't good." Buffy groaned.

Buffy struggled as they were captured, led below, but the vampires had strong grasps on them, and not even Angel seemed able to shake them off of him as they were brought before Spike, Drusilla, and the Judge.

"Well, well." Spike smirked. "Look what we have here. Crashers."

"I'm sure our invitations just got lost in the mail." Buffy snarked, refusing to let them see her fear.

"It's delicious." Drusilla licked her fingers, turning to Angel and Chloe. "I only dreamed you'd come. Rrrr."

Angel struggled against his captors. "Leave them alone!"

"Yeah, that'll work." Spike chuckled. "Now say pretty please."

"The girl." The Judge turned to Chloe, intrigued and disturbed. "She is not human. What is she?"

Chloe went still.

Buffy's eyes widened, turning to look at her friend.

Was this the confirmation?

Did this mean she really was the Master's daughter?

"As far as I knew she was supposed to be human." Spike rolled up to her. "'Ello, luv. Have you been keeping secrets from your good friend Spike?"

"Why do I feel like punching you every single time I see you?" She asked him, eyes narrowed.

He smirked at her. "Always did like you, pet. So feisty." He sneered at Angel. "Especially in the area that counts."

Angel snarled, fighting his captors even stronger. "Stay away from her Spike!"

"But Angelus, it is she who came to our party." Spike goaded. "Seems I'm not the one leaving his bird unsatisfied, huh?"

"Enough of this." The Judge announced, eyeing Buffy. "Bring me the girl."

"No!" Chloe screamed, beginning to struggle once more as the Judge reached for Buffy.

Angel's captors pulled him back, and he looked up and around for a way out of this. He saw the chains holding up Spike's video monitors, then he saw Buffy getting ready to defend herself.

"Don't touch him!" He reminded her.

Buffy kicked the Judge in the chest and knocked him back.

Angel shook off his captor and lunged for the chains. The Judge came to a stop beneath the monitors and Angel released them, causing them to crash to the floor on top of the Judge hard enough to knock a hole in the floor.

Buffy struggled free and decked the vampires holding Chloe, holding her hand and running to Angel, seeing the hole in the floor. "This way!"

They went to the hole and jumped down into the sewers below, running away, starting down the tunnels.

Above them they could hear Drusilla giving the order to pursue. "GO!"

Buffy, Chloe and Angel pulled a door closed behind them as their two pursuers dropped through the hole, and started after them. The vampires looked around to see where they'd gone, but didn't see anyone, so they started down the tunnel, checking the side tunnels as they went, and continuing past the door.

When they'd gone, Buffy opened the door and checked if the coast was clear.

Seeing no one she stepped over to a ladder and started up, lifting the manhole cover up and pushing it aside, quickly climbing out into the pouring rain, Chloe and Angel following right inside, closing the manhole as soon as they were out.

Buffy turned to the others, stopping when she saw the shock on Chloe's face, the way she seemed to be staring ahead of her at nothing, her whole body trembling. "Chloe." She whispered, hugging the girl.

She realized something that she hadn't due to the rain.

Chloe was crying.

"It can't be." Chloe whispered, hugging Buffy tightly. "Tell me he didn't---Please tell me I heard him wrong!"

"It doesn't matter, Chlo." Buffy whispered. "You're still you, no matter what. We love you just as you are."

Chloe cried harder, holding Buffy tighter.

Buffy felt her eyes misting as she looked up at Angel. "Get her to someplace dry and safe. She needs to rest. I--I'll find Giles and let him know that the Judge is reassembled."

He nodded, softly taking Chloe away, picking her up as if she weighed nothing, whispering softly to her as she curled into him and he left.

Buffy watched them go, and wiped at a tear.


Kicking the door to his apartment closed behind him, Angel reached blindly and turned on the light, still holding a shivering Chloe in his arms. He walked to the bathroom and sat her down carefully on the toilet, reaching over her to turn on the water in his bathtub, putting warm water to fill it up, and adding the lavender oil to the water that he knew Chloe loved to add whenever she needed relaxing. The vampire left the large tub to fill as he turned to Chloe, who just stared into the distance, shivering, tears falling silently down her cheek.

"You're shaking like a leaf." He whispered, bending down in front of her and slowly unbuttoning her shirt, taking off the rest of her freezing, soaked clothes so that she was sitting in just her cold skin.

She didn't answer, just sat there looking at her feet unseeingly.

He reached over and stopped the water before it could overflow, before sighing and undoing his own clothes, letting them fall in a soggy heap next to hers. "C'mon baby. Let's warm you up." He pulled her to her feet and guided them both into the tub, lowering into the warmed, sweet-smelling water, sitting down with his back against the backrest and her back against his chest. His arms curled around her as she turned in them to get closer to him, curling up like a child seeking comfort.

"What am I?" She whispered, voice broken. "Angel... What am I?"

"You're my only reason for living." He responded softly into her hair.

She was still before turning even more towards him and pressing closer.


Giles looked up as a soaking wet Buffy entered the library, face solemn.

It was a scary sight.

"What happened?" Dean slid off of the table. "Where's Angel and Chloe?"

"The Judge is fully assembled and kicking." Buffy answered the first question, before sighing. "He said Chloe isn't human. She's in shock and Angel took her somewhere safe."

Sam sat down in shock.

"Oh, damn it." Giles whispered, removing his glasses.

"He nearly killed us. Angel got us out." Buffy came further into the room. She closed her eyes for a second before taking in a deep breath. "Chloe was in shock...crying...she looked so scared."

"It can be imagined." Giles motioned for Buffy to take the seat next to him. "She---she's been obviously in denial about the situation, hoping that it wasn't true, only to have a creature who senses and hates humanity to tell her she isn't a part of it."

"I---I hadn't thought of it that way." Buffy whispered, collapsing into the seat. "That makes it so much worse."

"What can you tell us about the Judge?" Giles turned to her, glad to see that she was alive and well, if not depressed for her friend's sake. "As much as Chloe's situation is grave, this is much graver. Is there anything useful you discovered during your encounter with him?"

"Not much. I, um, I kicked him. It was just like a sudden fever. If he'd gotten his hands on me..."

"In time, he won't need to touch you." Sam supplied softly. "The stronger he gets, he'll be able to reduce us to charcoal without a look."

"What does he look like?" Dean wanted to know.

"Not the prettiest man in town." Was her only description.

Giles sighed. "I better continue researching, must look for a weak spot. The rest of you go and get some rest. You've gone beyond the call of duty tonight. I'm proud of you all."

"I wish we could do more." Buffy whispered as the brothers got up slowly from the table.

Giles nodded his agreement and hesitated only a second before reaching forwards and placing his hand on hers.

She looked up at him in surprise before a beautiful, soft smile touched her lips and she squeezed his hand softly.


"Today's been stressful." Chloe finally spoke, curled up in Angel's bed, under the covers, in one of his shirts, facing him in the dark.

"Yeah." Angel whispered, forehead pressing against hers. "And to think we could have gotten out of here."

"And never heard that." She agreed, bringing her hands up to his hair, digging her fingers in the dark silk.

Angel moved his head slightly and brought his hand to her face, raising it so that he could bring his lips to hers in a slow, tender kiss that made her toes curl.

Chloe whimpered, moving closer to him, tightening her grip on his hair and opening her mouth to his lips and tongue.

After a moment Angel broke it off. "Whatever you are...that doesn't change what I feel about you. It never could. Nothing ever could."

She closed her eyes to those words, smiling softly. "Even if I'm your necrophiliac aunt?"

He paused for a second before laughing softly. "Hey, I'm kinky, that would probably be a turn on for me."

She laughed softly, pulling him in closer as her lips found his and they were kissing, desperate, trying to find comfort in actions. Chloe whimpered in pleasure as she found herself beneath him, her hands trapped up against the headboard above her head by one of his hands, the other hand cupping her jaw tenderly in quite a contrast as he consumed her with his kiss.

"Angel..." She begged, needing him more than ever before.

He let go of her hands and moved so that he was crouched over her, giving her space between them to wrestle with his pajama bottoms, his chest already bare for her pleasure.

Chloe, dressed only in one of his large shirts, pushed the pajama bottom down passed his hips right before Angel attacked her once more, pressing her down into the mattress and pressing up against her as he lay between her thighs.

This wasn't going to be lovemaking.

This was going to fucking.

This was going to be desperate, needy, urgent fucking.

Angel tore his lips from hers, aligning himself better, looking her in her eyes as his face shifted into that of his demon.

Chloe whimpered in need.

At least she knew now why something that would terrify or disgust any normal person made her wet and needy.


He smirked at her before with one harsh push he was in her completely to the hilt, and he leaned in, sinking his fangs deep into her neck, snarling into her skin as her blood raced up to his mouth.

Vaguely Chloe remembered that there was a reason why he shouldn't be drinking her blood, but as Angel began to move she lost the ability to think...only able to cry out his name.


Outside, lightening struck against the sky, and Angel awoke with a start, gasping for air as he sat up. He felt sick, horrible, like he'd caught the worst flu he'd ever experienced, and his heart was burning, his throat on fire, he felt so dizzy...so wrong.

Grabbing at his chest he got up from the bed and hurried out of bed, out of the apartment, not caring that he was only wearing his pajama pants. He just needed to get out of there, needed cold night air.

Hurrying outside to the alley behind his apartment, Angel crashed through the door out into the rain. He stumbled over some trash cans and fell to the pavement, crying out in pain and fear.
18th-Feb-2010 01:30 am (UTC)
Your getting these chapters out crazy fast! Not that I'm complaining, because I love it, but your totally spoiling me.lol. I absolutely loved this chapter. So much amazingness! I love how you took the original storyline and shaped it for the story. Its so exciting! And the ending! What does that mean?!?! Are we gonna see Angelus? Does it mean something else? I know you can't really answer that, but I'm very very excited for how its all going to turn out.
18th-Feb-2010 02:54 am (UTC)
Okay then...I'll wait a month before updating again ;) jk!

And I'll just answer you one thing.

18th-Feb-2010 07:25 am (UTC)
AHHH!!! *Runs around in excitement* Do you know how much I love you right now? Because its a very large amount. I always loved it when Angelus came out to play on the show and am super pumped to see what happens here. See you have me saying phrases like 'pumped', that should tell you how excited I am. lol.
18th-Feb-2010 02:56 am (UTC)
another crazy-good chapter!! i gotta say, i like sam and i feel for the guy liking chloe the way he does but i am too much a fan of angel and chloe together... at what point is he going to realise it's not gonna happen!? it's just self-torture now. but wowza this chapter was full on!! so much happening! gah - the more i read the more i love it. and thanks for the prompt updates too - i hope the inspiration keeps coming for you so we can get more! :) :)
18th-Feb-2010 03:17 am (UTC)
With only two more chapters to go, I can probably say that you don't have to worry about me running out of prompt updates...
18th-Feb-2010 04:18 am (UTC)
oh wow . oh poor chloe finding out that she is the master's lil girl . awwwwww got to love angel for giving her that ring one just like his .oh man is angel ok after drinking her blood while the hellmount power was so strong in it ? PPMS
18th-Feb-2010 07:44 am (UTC)
Holy fuck!!!!! That was amazing!!!

Is there something wrong with me being kinda giddy that Angelus has arrived!!!

What do you mean there is only two more chapters??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
What am I going to do????
18th-Feb-2010 01:55 pm (UTC)
I think everyone is giddy at the thought of Angelus arriving in Sunnydale!

Yep, only two to go!
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