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Vices of My Blood	By : oldbooks Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence Buffy/Spike; Drusilla/Angelus Pairing

Chapter 11

Willow burst into the library, out of breath and her face flushed. It was third period already and no Xander. Willow was really beginning to get worried. Xander always came to school, no matter what.

"Giles, Xander never showed up today," Willow gasped out as she plopped down at the research table. She hoped Principal Snyder didn't catch her in the library when she should be in class. He was already on her all the time because she was Buffy's friend. And Buffy wasn't there to take the brunt of the assault. Willow had never realized how much Snyder harassed Buffy until she wasn't there.

�Calm down, Willow. I am sure Xander is fine. Just home sick or something," Giles looked up from the book he was skimming, attempting to track down the gypsy tribe that ensouled Angelus.

"Giles, don't you remember last year when Xander came to school with that 103 degree temperature? He wouldn't stay home if he was dying," Willow stated emphatically, "He hates his family. School is his escape. He never skips or misses," Willow was adamant.

Giles took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose between the forefinger and thumb of one hand. "Tell me what you know, Willow, don't leave out any details."

�Last night Xander was patrolling with Cordelia and me when we ran into Angel . . . Angelus," Willow corrected herself, "Angelus did his Buffy runaround and Xander got mad. He stomped off . . . we tried to stop him, but he just shrugged us off. He ran too fast for us to stay with him, so we ran all the way to Cordy's house. We were scared that Angelus would be following us."

"Oh, Good God, what next?" Giles sighed, realizing Xander's parents would probably never notice that their son was missing. Giles made a quick decision, " Willow, tell Oz and Cordy no more patrolling. Kendra, too. Not till we figure out what to do with Angelus. Who all has invites to their house for Angel?�

"Just Buffy's house. I could try and do a simple de-invite spell on Angelus," replied Willow. Just as she was saying Angelus' name, Jenny Calendar came into the library.

�Oh, and no one invite Xander in until we have proof he�s still human,� Giles was saying when he noticed Miss Calendar had arrived. �Miss Calendar,� he said in greeting.

�Hello, Rupert, what�s going on in today�s meeting?� Miss Calendar asked, genuinely interested. She had come to respect Rupert Giles and even started to seek his opinion on certain historical things. She enjoyed the kids as well: Xander was funny, Willow was very bright, Cordelia was the typical self-absorbed, popular teenager, and Buffy though not too concerned with school was quick on her feet and with the quips. If they only knew why I was really here.

�It seems we have a situation,� Giles began as he removed his glasses to clean them for the tenth time in the last few minutes. He set them back on his nose and looked around at the faces that stared back before focusing on the newest arrival. �Angelus has resurfaced in Sunnydale.�

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Angelus opened the door to the room he shared with Drusilla and stood there stunned for a long moment as he watched Drusilla rolling on the floor and crying out in agony, babbling about something under her breath. He shut the door and rushed over to her side ignoring the boy that was strapped up to the metal bar he had installed in the ceiling for such a purpose.

�Dru, my darling girl,� Angelus tried to get her attention as he lightly shook her shoulder. �Drusilla . . . Princess, what�s wrong?� Drusilla continued to babble in French and Latin and Fairy Nonsense. Angelus snapped his head over to look at Xander hanging from the ceiling with a gag in his mouth. The boy was absolutely terrified of the girl on the floor, he was visibly shuddering with panic and normally Angelus loved nothing more than to see his victims squirm, but not for the sake of Dru�s hysterical sobbing. �Drusilla, honey, what is it that you see?�

The dark vampire gave Xander a deadly stare that bore straight through. �What did you do to her," Angelus growled at the frightened boy. Xander shook his head frantically indicating he hadn�t done anything, not that he could speak with the gag in his mouth. He mumbled something and tilted his head to indicate a doll sitting in the middle of the bed.

Drusilla grabbed Angelus� wrist as if it were a lifeline. The contact seemed to have calmed her nerves as she quieted down and stared at the ceiling of the bedroom. �The stars and Miss Edith speak to me. They tell me two things at once. They scream in my head of things to come.� She focused on her sire before continuing, �That Sunshine is joining the family, but someone is going to break up our happy home. Sunshine will steal daddy away again.� She whimpered pitifully.

�I�m not going anywhere, Dru. I�m right here,� Angelus assured her. He held her hands and stood up, then pulled her up with him. �Come on, Dru, let�s get you onto the bed,� Angelus cajoled his childe to sit on his lap on the bed. He caressed the hair at her temples before brushing a kiss there.

Xander watched the whole thing while he was gagged and bound to the ceiling. His night was getting progressively worse and now he wished he hadn't left Willow and Cordelia in a huffy mood. Being caught spying on Spike and Buffy, by Angelus no less, had been the high point of the evening. Everything was going downhill fast now. First, Angelus dragged him inside the mansion to chain him to the ceiling and then he had been left at the mercies of Drusilla. Xander had been prepared for unending pain but instead he had to listen to the ramblings of a crazy vampiress. The weirdness grew when Angelus returned and accused him of doing something to Drusilla; as if he could chained to the ceiling with a gag jammed in his mouth. Now the pair was sitting on the bed, Angelus cooing evil nothings to his princess. Xander would have gagged if had been able to.

Drusilla looked out into space as Angelus smoothed her hair away from her porcelain face and spoke in a far-off voice, "She watches you . . . the one who will help sunshine steal you away."

Angelus continued to try to soothe his bewildered childe as she slipped further and further away from him. He almost, but not quite, regretted removing Spike's calming influence from Drusilla. He watched in rising aggravation as she twisted her hair around a long, slim finger. In the past, Angelus had always given his childe into Spike�s care. But now that he had demanded a more hands-on approach to handle Drusilla, his grandchilde wasn�t an option. He rocked Drusilla as a father would a child while he caressed her smooth skin as a lover would with Xander looking on in abject fear and a small bit of fascination at how gentle he was with the vampiress.

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Jenny Calendar knew what she had to do, even though she didn�t tell Giles or the children her plan. It was the one thing that she thought would help bring Buffy back. To give Angel his soul and when he returned to himself again, he would release the Slayer to return to her friends and watcher.

It was the reason she was here heading toward the Tarot shop on her lunch break. She walked around the railing in front of the shop and took the stairs down to the entrance. She stepped inside the shop. It had a musty appearance with a strong odor of moth balls and formaldehyde.

The shopkeeper had his pricing gun in hand when Jenny had entered the store. As she looked the place over, the man looked up from his work. �Welcome, how may I serve you today?� he asked in a thick Romanian accent.

Jenny was lost in mentally ticking the items she�d need for the spell off her list that it surprised her when the man spoke. She raised her head to look at him, �Uh . . . �

�A love potion? Perhaps voodoo doll for that unfaithful . . .� the shopkeeper started to suggest, having mistaken her for a tourist or one ignorant of real magic.

Before he could get any further with his offers Jenny interrupted him. �I need an Orb of Thesulah.�

The shopkeeper�s expression looked to be a little on the disappointed side when he realized the woman knew her business. He dropped the Romanian accent on his next words. �Oh, you�re in the trade. Sorry about the spiel, but around Valentine�s Day, I get a lot of tourists shopping for love potions and mystical revenge of past lovers,� he explained as he moved behind the checkout counter. �Ouija boards and rabbits� feet, those are what pay the rent around here,� he continued as he went into a back room. �So how did you hear about us?�

Jenny was still browsing the shelves as the man had talked and was fingering a few items that had caught her interest when she answered, �My Uncle Enyos told me about you.�

While she was looking around the shopkeeper had come back to the main room to stand behind the counter. His head shot up at the familiar name and looked at her. �So you�re Janna, then.� When she looked back at him, his face wore an apologetic expression. �Sorry to hear about your uncle.�

�Thank you,� Jenny said as she nodded.

�He was a good costumer, your uncle,� The shopkeeper said as he deposited the round wooden box he had retrieved from the store room on the counter. �Well, now, there you go.� He opened it for Jenny�s inspection. �One Thesulan Orb; spirit vault for the rituals of the undead.�

As Jenny reached into her purse to retrieve her wallet, the shopkeeper went on to say, �I don�t get many calls for those lately. I sold a couple as new age paperweights last year.� Jenny handed her credit card to the man. As he rung up the purchase he continued to ramble, �Yeah, I just love those new-agers, boy. They helped to send my youngest to college,� he said as he started to fill out a credit form, his hand flying over the paper as he scribbled her receipt out.

�By the way, you do know that the transliteration annals for the ritual of the undead were lost,� he asked as he handed her the receipt and a pen. �Without the annals, the surviving text is gibberish.�

Jenny nodded as she signed her name to the carbon copy receipt. �And without a translated text, the Orbs of Thesulah are pretty much useless, I know.� She sighed and handed him the receipt�s carbon.

The shopkeeper filed the carbon away and put the lid back on the box. �Well, I only mention it because I have a strict policy of no refunds.�

�It's okay,� Jenny said, �I'm working on a computer program to translate the Romanian liturgy to English based on a random sampling of the text.�

�Yecchh. I don't like computers. They give me the willies,� he said. The shopkeeper shuddered in revulsion at the sound of technology. He was more comfortable with manual typewriters and cash registers.

�Well,� Jenny started to say as she took the box off the counter, �thank you.�

�You�re welcome.� The shopkeeper gave her a pleasant smile.

Jenny removed the lid from the box while she slowly walked toward the door. Yes, the Orb of Thesulah would get the job done. Angel would be back to his old brooding self and Buffy will be returned to her friends who were still saddened by her disappearance and on top of that Xander�s own Houdini act.

�By the way . . .� the shopkeeper called to her. He cleared his throat when Jenny looked back at him waiting for him to speak. �Not that it's any of my business, really, but, uh, what are you planning on conjuring up, if you can decipher the text?�

�A present for a friend of mine,� Jenny said as she lifted the Orb out of its velvet bed in the box.

The shopkeeper�s eyes shot up in relative interest. �Really? What are you gonna give him?�

Jenny looked directly into the Orb and it began to glow. �His soul,� she said with finality and walked out of the shop without a backward glance.
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