New York, 2010
Angelus looked around the room. He didn't recognise this place. It looked nothing like the cottage he was currently staying in, and he had no idea where it could be. How had he got here?
"Angel?" Angelus looked around to see a woman with blonde hair and green eyes, who was the one who had said his name. She looked no more familiar to him than the house did. "Why are you so confused?" she asked him.
"Who are you? Where is this place you have taken me?" Angelus demanded.
"What? Angel, what are you talking about? It's me, Buffy! And why do you sound like you're Irish?" said the woman, who was called Buffy.
"Buffy? That's a stupid name," Angelus said. At that moment, Spike walked into the room.
"Spike, is that you? What's wrong with your hair? It looks white, as if you've bleached it or something. Though it does look better than usual."
Spike gave Angelus an odd look. "Buffy, what's up with Angel? He's complimenting my hair. It's like he's gone crazy or something," he said.
"I don't know," Buffy said. After a pause she added, "He didn't even know who I was."
"Where the hell am I?" Angelus asked, displeased that they were ignoring him.
"You're at my house. I invited you over for my birthday," Buffy said.
Spike sat down on an armchair across from Angelus. "What year is it?" He asked, lighting a cigarette.
Angelus frowned. "1880, maybe 1881." Angelus answered. "I don't really keep track. Why do you even need to ask? You should know yourself."
"Bloody hell," Spike said. "Buffy, I think Angel's lost all his memories. Well, some of them anyway."
"Well that's perfect," Buffy said. A door opened upstairs and a moment later, Dawn walked into the room.
"Hi Spike, hi Angel," she said.
"Hi Dawn. Can you go and get Willow for me? It's urgent," Buffy said. Dawn didn't question why it was urgent, as she knew she would only be ignored, and left the room to get Willow.
"I'm hungry. You got anything to eat around here?" Angelus asked, looking at Buffy whilst he said so. She knew, however, that he was actually talking to Spike, and he was only looking at her because of the blood coursing through her veins. He wanted it, she knew. What she didn't know was why he was suddenly acting like this. She didn't take her eyes off him as Spike walked out of the room. When he came back, he was holding a packet of blood, which he threw to Angelus.
"You can eat that," he said, sitting down on the arm chair once again.
"Pigs blood?" Angelus was disgusted, but he drank it anyway, being too hungry not to. "I'm still hungry, and that was disgusting." He looked at Buffy again, eyeing her jugular. She felt very uncomfortable, with Angel looking at her like that. She could still remember the last time Angel had behaved this way. She hoped Willow could undo whatever had happened. She didn't want this to end up the same way.
"We don't care how hungry you are," Spike said, calling Buffy back to the present.
"Where are Darla and Drusilla?" Angelus asked.
"Pretty sure Darla's dead. Haven't the slightest clue where Dru could be," Spike said.
"Dead? Who killed her?" Angelus asked, paying more attention to the first part of information.
"She killed herself," Spike told him.
"Why would she do that?" Angelus asked.
"Long story, don't have time to explain." Spike said. Then he muttered, almost inaudibly, "Don't want to either." The door opened again and a woman with fiery red hair walked in.
"Willow!" Buffy went over to greet Willow.
"Why did you get Dawn to bring me down here?" Willow asked.
"We think Angel's lost his memories." Buffy said.
"All of them?" Willow asked.
"No, only from the year 1880 onwards," Buffy replied. "He thinks he's still Angelus."
"I said it could be 1881." Angelus said. He was ignored once again.
"I don't think I know a spell to recover memories," Willow said. "But I'll look one up."
"Are you sure it's only memories he's lost?" Spike asked.
"What do you mean?" Buffy asked, confused.
"Well, he didn't act like that after he got his soul back. Much more brooding. I say he's evil again. We'd better lock him up before he goes on a killing spree. Don't want dead bodies turning up all over the place, do we?"
"You think Angel lost his soul?" Buffy asked.
"Not exactly. I think Angel from this time has switched places with Angelus from the nineteenth century," Spike said.
"So… You think good Angel is stuck in the 1800's?" Willow asked, before she left the room.
"That's exactly what I think," Spike said.
While they were talking, Angelus was sitting there looking very confused. He decided he was going to try and get away from Spike and this Buffy girl. He didn't feel like killing anyone right now.
"Hey, come back!" Buffy said, grabbing his arm. She was as strong as a vampire, and Angelus could think of only one reason why.
"You're the Slayer!" he said, pulling away. He was suddenly afraid. He had taken her for just one of those girls he killed every night, but now it seemed that he was mistaken. "Why haven't you killed me? Or Spike?" Buffy didn't answer. Since he didn't' want to be killed by the Slayer, Angelus made a run for it again. This time, Spike grabbed him.
"You're strong too," Angelus said, surprised.
"Of course I'm strong, I'm a vampire," Spike said, glaring up at Angel, cursing the four inch height difference between them. He was sure that he would be much more intimidating if he were taller.
"But you've been a vampire for less than a year! You shouldn't be that strong!"
"Yeah, well now I'm 130, okay?" Spike said. "I'm not entirely certain, but that might be older that you currently are. So I'm most likely stronger, too."
"So, it's the year 2010?" Angelus asked. That couldn't be possible. These people must be delusional.
"I guess we'll have to find somewhere Angelus can stay until we fix this," Buffy said.
"You've got to be kidding me! He'll murder you in your sleep!" Spike said.
"Oh, come on, that's boring. Much more fun when they're conscious and they can scream!" Angelus said, with a sadistic smile.
"See, he can't stay here!" Spike said.
"He can't stay anywhere else! He has an invitation to this house. The only way to keep everyone safe is to keep him here. That way at least we can keep him under control," Buffy said.
Spike couldn't argue with that. "Make sure he doesn't try to torture and kill us all," he said. Buffy walked away, leaving Spike and Angelus alone.