"Te implor, Doamne, nu ignora aceasta rugaminte..."

Oz raised his eyebrows in Cordelia's direction. "Is this a good thing?"

"Nici mort, nici al fiintei..."


"Sorry, baby," Spike murmured, lifting Drusilla into his arms. "Wish there was another way..."

Right. Got Dru. Now down to the DeSoto, get the hell out of Sunnydale, and then...

Oh, bollocks.

Behind the big rock, a vortex was forming... swirly, red, and leading right into that burny warm place he really wasn't ready to go yet. A glance through the archway revealed that the Slayer had been disarmed, with a very unfriendly-looking Angelus advancing on her with a sword.

"God," Spike swore, "He's gonna kill her..."

He looked at the vortex. Looked at the Slayer. Looked at Angelus. Sighed heavily.

"Sit tight, Dru," he muttered, laying her unconscious form down against the wall and picking up the Slayer's sword. "Gotta go save the bloody Happy Meals..."

"Oi! Angelus!" Spike called, striding into the atrium. "Age before beauty, right? Been waitin' a long time to kick your ass... what's say we get Oedipal?"

Angelus chuckled. "You can't kill me, Spike..."

"Have a hell of a lot of fun tryin' though, won't I? C'mon, Big Bad. Unless all that loooove you're just filled with's made you so soft you'd rather snog the Slayer..."

Angelus growled, his brow ridging.

"Can't say as I blame you, mate. Tasty little thing, ain't she? All perky and tan... mmm-mmm." Spike curled his tongue beneath his teeth, smirking at Angelus. "Y'know? Maybe I won't kill my third Slayer after all. Might keep that one around. Put my Claim on her, yeah? Bet she's a tigress in the sack... not, of course, that you'd care..."

"You wouldn't dare."

Spike fluttered his eyelashes innocently. "Oh, Angel, am I... pissin' you off?"

Angelus raised his sword. "We finish this now."

They circled each other, swords flashing in the moonlight.

"Gonna kill me, Peaches? Like you killed dear ol' Darla? An' I really thought you liked her. Gee whiz, haven't you got the bad track record with the blondes?"

"You're not a real blonde," Angelus smirked.

"You're right. Can't wait to find out if Buffy's one..."

Angelus roared, slipping into game face and lunging at Spike. The met in a swirl of flashing silver and flying leather, Spike laughing in glee, Angelus snarling in fury. Spike raised his sword for a blow...

When the flying figures of Drusilla and Buffy attacked them both.

"Dru! Bloody -- gerroff! Slayer! Little bit of help here?"

"Kinda..." Punch! "Busy..." Punch! "Here..." Punch!


"Hey!" Cordelia whimpered. "Speak English!"

"Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el..."

"She's acting like a freak! How do we even know this is going to work?"

"Does it look like it's not working?"


Spike lunged for Drusilla, wrapping his arm around her waist, trying to get a hold on her neck as Buffy snap-kicked Angelus in the face, sending him staggering back towards Acathla. Buffy grabbed Angelus' wrist, twisting it violently, sending his sword clattering to the floor as Drusilla clawed into Spike's arm, screeching and twisting, finally wrapping her hands around his forearm and snapping...

"Bloody bitch!" Spike screamed as Drusilla burst from his arms, lunging towards Angel, wrapping her arms around him...

As Buffy drove Angelus' sword through them both.


"Asa sa fie! Asa sa fie! Acum!"


The vortex flashed, looming ever larger. Buffy stumbled backwards from the light, Angelus and Drusilla both frozen in place.

"Dru!" Spike bellowed, shoving past Buffy to lunge for her...

Before dropping to his knees, screaming.


"Acum!"

The Orb began to glow, light flaring through the hospital room...


White light streamed from Spike's eyes as his screams grew louder...

And Angelus and Drusilla disappeared into the vortex.