Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This chapter also mentions the Grudge. I don't own that either. I own Maya.

Author Note: The sequel to Fallen Angel is finally here! Yay! Just don't expect me to update too often. I'm trying to write this at the same time as Samara's Escape. At least I only have nine more days of school, so I'll probably be able to update more in the holday.

Remember, Remember, The Fifth of November

Sequel to Fallen Angel

Chapter One

Maya listened closely to the conversation going on inside the building. She stayed crouched on the ground, hidden from view. It was cold, even for November, and Maya shivered, despite the coat she wore. The sky was clear, devoid of clouds, but also of all light and warmth. The perfect night for Maya's plan to begin. She smiled, as she began to walk away.

Drusilla stared out of the window. She heard nothing but the wind, and the sound of Spike's useless breathing. But suddenly, she heard someone start singing.

"Remember, remember, the fith of November, gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason, why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot." It didn't sound happy at all. Of course it wasn't, but that was how most children sang it. But right now, it sounded almost… sinister.

"Does anyone want some popcorn?" Drusilla turned to see Andrew standing in the doorway, holding a packet of the aforementioned food. She turned back to the window, staring at the stars. They sensed something was wrong, as did Drusilla. It was something in the air, a tingling. Something was going to happen, something bad. But what? What could it be? Dru could not answer that question, only think about it.

"I'll have some." Spike said. "Why don't you come and sit over here? We're watching The Grudge." Andrew hesitated, playing with a loose piece of string on his jumper.

"Isn't that more of a Halloween thing?" He asked. "I mean, it's a horror movie."

"What, you being a coward? It's not scary at all. It just makes you jump." Andrew gave in, and sat next to Spike. They shared the popcorn out between them, and made crunching noises as they ate. Maybe Andrew was trying to drown out Kayako's croaking. Drusilla barely even noticed though. She just stared out of the window.

Angel stepped out of the door, carrying a plate he'd broken while washing up, about to throw it in the bin. But the plate dropped from his hands and he stopped, dead.

"It's you." He whispered, almost disbelieving his words.

"What, you thought I was gone?" It was a high-pitched, whispery voice. That of a child. The small girl stepped out of the shadows. She somehow looked too innocent, as though she were faking it. Her auburn hair was braided into two plaits either side of her head, and looked only shoulder length, but was probably longer. She wore a blue coat, white socks, and black shoes. Her eyes were black and wide, and despite the overall innocent look she was trying to have, she couldn't hide the menace in them.

"You remember me I guess." The girl said.

"Why did you do that? It was you, wasn't it?" Angel asked, quickly gathering up the pieces of the broken plate.

The girl shrugged. "I was bored. I had nothing better to do. But you haven't even tried to get rid of me!"

"Who are you?" Angel asked, frowning.

"My name is Maya, and that's all you need to know." Maya said, then skipped off, singing. "Remember, remember, the fifth of November…" Angel didn't hear the last part of the song, not really. He heard her voice, anyway, but not the words. The words were lost to him. He just stood there, staring after Maya. What could she possibly want this time?