Darla smiled evilly as she walked further into Angel's office, "So, Buffy, I see that gut wound didn't kill you. No worries. I'll fix that."
"Darla, keep your distance," Angel growled as he watched her edge ever closer.
"Ooh, you're scaring me, Angelus," Darla mocked him.
"Bad, bad Angel pup," Drusilla remarked from beside Darla. She licked her lips at Buffy.
"You're sick, Angelus. You kill our kind. You love a Vampire Slayer; your mortal enemy. You can act like a human, but you'll never be one of them. They'll never accept you, even with that disgusting soul" Darla told him.
"Did you come here to fight, or just exchange insults?" Buffy asked, trying to break the tension.
"This is between you and me, Darla. That's all," Angel told her.
"C'mon, Angelus. It's way more fun this way," Darla countered.
"Let's play," Drusilla added, moving sensually to and fro, immersed in some sort of hypnotic dance.
None of them moved. They all tensed, watching each other closely, each knowing that they had to act precisely. They were all powerful, experienced warriors and they were all well aware that this would be quite the showdown.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Angel didn't even flinch. He stared fiercely at Darla refusing to break his glare.
"Aren't you going to get that, Angelus? Do your helping the helpless bit?" Darla snarled.
Angel glanced at Buffy quickly. She nodded, signaling him that she would maintain the holding pattern. He moved slowly towards the phone, his eyes never leaving Darla and Drusilla.
He reached for the receiver, "What?" he said tersely.
He listened to the reply on the other end of the phone. Suddenly, his expression changed to that of astonishment.
It was Wesley.
"Wes, what is it? I'm a little busy here right now. We have company," Angel told him.
"Angel, I realize this is a hard thing for you to do, but for once, listen to me! Cordy had a vision. Wolfram & Hart are on their way. They're coming for Buffy. They want her out of the way. An army of them. You need help," Wesley's familiar voice resounded in Angel's ears.
"We've got protection, Wes" Angel said, referring to the sanctuary spell.
"Lorne's sanctuary spell?" Wesley asked, surprised.
"You're gonna need a lot more than that. Wolfram & Hart already know. With their power, it'll be down in no time. You need to get out of there," Wesley urged.
"Wes, sounds like a great plan, but we're unable to do that right now."
"Who's there, Angel? Darla and Drusilla?"
"Exactly," Angel replied, trying not to reveal too much in front of his opponents.
"We're on our way," Wesley said.
Angel prepared to protest, but Wesley had already hung up the phone.
"Good news, love?" Darla asked snidely, as she sauntered closer.
Angel ignored her question and took a step towards her, "Walk away from this, Darla. I'm only giving you this one chance," Angel warned her.
Darla laughed a haunting sadistic laugh, and turned back to Drusilla, who joined Darla, shrieking shrilly. Then, without warning, Darla spun back around to face Angel and Buffy. She wore her vampiric features. Drusilla was quick to follow.
"So, come on, Slayer. Slay us," Darla challenged Buffy.
"Oh, I plan to," Buffy responded, assuming a fighting stance.
With that, she spun, executing a flawless roundhouse kick, which propelled Darla through the office door and out into the hotel lobby. She landed hard on her back. In response, Drusilla growled and lunged at Buffy. But she was propelled backwards by an invisible force. The sanctuary spell. No demon violence permitted.
"I'm going to bet that this is going to hurt a lot. You, that is," Buffy said, as she forced Drusilla to her feet.
She continued to attack Drusilla, who was helpless against the onslaught due to the barrier created by the sanctuary spell. Darla approached Buffy from behind, but was also forced back by the spell. Buffy grabbed her by both shoulders and threw her effortlessly over her shoulder. Darla crashed brutally into the reception counter and collapsed onto the floor, bleeding from a dozen cuts.
"Let's finish this," Buffy spoke, as she approached Drusilla and Darla. But, then she felt Angel's hand on her arm, holding her back. She spun to face him, a questioning expression on her face.
"There's no time," was all Angel said. He didn't even look at her; he was too engrossed in what he was looking at, beyond her.
Buffy followed his line of sight and understood the fear in his eyes. A small army had just entered the hotel. Leading it were Holland Manners and Lindsey. Lindsey smirked triumphantly at Angel.
"I hope you don't mind us barging on in uninvited like this, Angel. It's just business."
"Leave now. You don't know what you're dealing with," Angel warned them.
"You mean, you and your girl? Strangely, I'm not too worried about that," Lindsey said, as he gestured to the special ops soldiers behind him.
"Lindsey," Darla called weakly, as she pulled herself up using the reception counter.
Lindsey shifted his glance to Darla and was taken aback that she was in Angel's hotel, but more so at how badly beaten she seemed to be.
"Darla, what are you…? And, Drusilla?" Lindsey stuttered in surprise.
"Lindsey, tell your boys to turn back around. No demon violence is going to happen here today," Angel informed him.
"Who said anything about demon violence? These army boys are human," Lindsey replied.
Before Angel had a chance to respond, Holland signaled the soldiers to advance on Buffy and Angel.
"Buffy, I can't fight in here. We need to move this outside," Angel told her, anxiously.
Buffy backhanded one of the soldiers who approached her and side kicked another one out of her way.
"Easier said than done," she told him, as she tried to force back the soldiers who ran at her and Angel.