No excuses. I have no excuses. Sorry this chapter is omygod three (?) months late. Erm...probably no one even reads this anymore, but thanks very much to Aurico234 for requesting, and hannahncakes, Loslote, and Terapsina for reviewing. :)

"The…Immortal?" Buffy gasped slightly. She'd heard of him of course, everyone 'in the know' had at some point.

"The one and only!" he replied, flashing her a grin so bright she could practically hear that little toothpaste-commercial 'ding'. His face suddenly twisted up into a dark expression. "And you're coming with me."

"Why?" Buffy asked in a strangled voice. She tried wriggling away, but the Immortal was having none of it, putting her hands behind her back and bringing some rope out of nowhere.

"Because, sweetie." he said in a sugary voice while tying knots around Buffy's wrists. "You're gonna be my sacrifice to open the Dark Gate. I need Aurelian blood to open the portal, and as I just told you a minute ago, you're the only one easy to get to, not to mention alive. Well, as alive as a vampire can be, anyway."

"You bastard." was all Buffy could muster. No quips, no funny comebacks before a decapitation or swift stake to the heart. Because the Immortal was, you know, Immortal. Un-killable. Alive forever. Hope was always lost as soon as you were pitted against him in anything.

Not that she didn't struggle- she did. It's just, it's kind of hard to deal with ropes around your wrists and an Immortal super-being clenching your body so you'll hold still.

Picking her up swiftly in what could have been a romantic move seen other where, he walked outside and out the city at a leisurely pace. Picking up his pace as they came to the hill that Buffy had run down with relief earlier, he ran up it at a speed that would render him nothing but a blur to human eyes. At the top of the hill, hidden behind some trees, lay a svelte black sports car, practically melting into the night.

Tossing her haphazardly in the passenger's seat, he locked the door and got in on the other side. As Buffy heard the spark of ignition, she groaned and sank into the leather seat, resolute in the fact that Giles would help her…or else she was as good as dead.

That very same Giles was indeed fretting, hoping his call for help would work. This was a favor-chain, and a very precarious one at that. Nevertheless, it was the only way Buffy could be saved. Xander and Willow had woken up a few minutes after the call, and were shocked to find a slightly blubbering Giles pacing around the study so fast that there was already wear marks on the carpet.

"Giles?" Willow asked cautiously. At the sound of her voice, he turned around.

"Buffy called." he said without any prompting, a fistful of hair in his hand. Her eyes widened with relief. Giles shook his head and sighed. "She's in trouble. She said she was trapped somewhere, and she told me her location. I sent Angel out to help her."

"She- trapped?" Willow asked, wary. "Like, bound? As in, the spell?"

"Duh." Xander chimed in. "She must be bound somewhere, so when Angel comes to rescue her, she'll still be there."

"Explain, Xander, how she got to a phone then." Giles replied wearily. "I just hope Angel gets her with no trouble and we can figure out how to undo whatever is trapping her. At least she didn't sound terrified, just a bit shaken up."

There was a silence, in Giles' house in England. On the jet currently above Romania, there was not.

"I feel like Robin." Spike complained, holding a map and twisting it around before crumpling it into a ball. "And everyone knows I'm Batman."

"You're not the one with the jet." Angel rebutted. Spike scoffed.

"You're right. I don't think I have enough of a brooding sense of doom and gloom to be Batman. 'M more…dunno, Spike-ish. There should be a superhero named Spike, donch'a think?"

"Not if he's anything like you." Angel sighed, before turning the plane slightly and descending. "We're going to land in the closest city that has a runway to where Buffy is. I've arranged for a car to be there at the landing strip."

"Aye, aye." Spike said, before getting serious. "I hope she's all right."

Buffy, as it turned out, was currently being very not all right, in a big way. Growling under her breath, she was led by the Immortal out of his fancy car and into a helicopter he had waiting somewhere. It too, was so black that she could barely see it, if not for vampire vision.

"Darling, why don't you remember me? We had such fun in the past!" the Immortal said in a playful way after they'd sat down in the back of the craft. A pilot started the copter and lifted off the ground. "It's impossible for me to believe you don't recall our time together, Drusilla."

Buffy clenched her teeth and folded her arms. She wasn't used to feeling so…helpless. But lately she'd been listless anyway, and being made to look like Drusilla, then being captured for that very reason, had not exactly improved matters.

"Don't you remember what I got you and Darla to do with me?" he whispered, trailing a fingernail up her arm. She held still and tried not to shiver- not out of lust, but out of disgust and fear. "You said not even Angelus or Spikey could get you to agree to a three-way."

"Spike!" Buffy breathed, feeling her eyes prickle slightly. It felt different, Drusilla's eyes being much larger than her own were.

"What, you've gone back to 'loving' him, have you?" he asked, pulling away and making sarcastic air quotes. "What was that whole tryst with the chaos demon, eh? I thought you just wanted to get away from him. He doesn't love you, you know. He still wants that disgustingly Barbie-like Slayer. Even after death and resurrection."

"Really?" Buffy asked, still breathless. She couldn't believe that he was alive and that he'd never thought it worth his time to call. He couldn't possibly love her…right?

"Yes." The Immortal continued, what he thought was cruelly. "I heard through the grapevine that he has had to be stopped from finding her on several occasions. Angelus still loves her too. Poor, poor Drusilla. No one loves you."

Buffy just giggled slightly, leaving the man to look both concerned but detached, as if he had been waiting for her to start acting crazy. Oh, wait…

A/N: Just a quick note...I think my writing style has changed a bit since last I posted, I hope it's for the better! Let me know if there was something you didn't like.