Willow Rosenburg sighed. It had been three years since Buffy had
ran away. She missed her friend. At the moment Oz, herself, Joyce,
Angel, Xander, Cordelia and Giles were in Chicago, sitting in cafe.
Joyce was art buying. The scoobey-gang had decided to tag along.
Angel had been sent back from hell because he had a soul, and as
a "sorry for the mistake" gift, he had been given mortality. Giles
and Joyce had been married for a little over a year.
At that moment, Willow looked up from her tea and saw a most
surprising thing.
Right in front of her was a woman that looked like Drusilla, but was
dressed differently than Dru would normally dress. Besides, it was
broad daylight. The Dru look-alike was wearing jeans and a halter
top, plus a really cool pair of wire-rimmed sunglasses.
"Dru?" Willow asked uncertainly. The woman smiled and walked
over.
"Willow, so nice to see you again" she said pleasantly. But
Drusilla didn't sound insane, although she still had her British
accent.
Everyone looked up, dumbfounded to see their moral enemy
smiling at them. Drusilla laughed. "Please, do relax. Spike and I
were given our mortality back,'tis lovely indeed" she said.
That was a bit of a shocker. There was silence. Then Dru spoke
up.
"Mrs. Summers, you wouldn't per chance be interested in seeing
your daughter again, would you?" she asked.
Angel looked up anxiously. He was still in love with Buffy, he
missed her so much. The slayerettes, Joyce and Giles had all assumed
that she probably lived in a dingy little hole-in-the-wall, probably
waitressing to earn her living.
Drusilla saw Angel's face, she saw the love and excitement
in
his eyes.
"Calm down, Angel. A lot has happened in the past three years.
Things haved changed".
"Now then," Drusilla said briskly. "Come along. Buffy's
home isn't far from here." With that said Drusilla picked up her
latte mocha and began walking. The others anxiously followed.
The group walked for about a block, then Drusilla stopped
in front of a large, marble building. It looked very expensive and
probably cost a small fortune to rent an apartment from it.
Drusilla strode up the steps, followed by Buffy's anxious
"family". She walked to the doorman. "They're with me, Robert." Dru
said, motioning to the seven people behind her.
Stepping into an elevator, Dru pushed the button that said
13, the apparently the top floor.
When the elevator stopped, they all stepped out into the
hallway. The walls were a hunter-green shade, the floor was snow-
white.
Dru stopped in front of a door with #180 written on it. She
pulled out a ring of keys and motioned for them to step inside. Then
she turned and went across the hall, probably to her own home.
Giles noticed how beautifully decorated the place was. White
carpeting, cream-colored walls, white and black furniture. The room
had art-work in it, too. Sculptures and paintings, mainly. Not to
mention a lovely grand-piano.
"Rodney! You idiot! Do you realize that you just put me back an
entire week? You're fired!" Everyone looked up and saw a very pissed
off Buffy throw a black telephone onto the receiving-piece.
"Buffy?" whispered Joyce. Buffy looked up. Clad in a black
blazer and a short black skirt, with her hair pulled back into a
loose french braid, Buffy looked very professional.
"Hey, guys" said Buffy, giving everyone a once over."I'd
stay and chat, but I gotta book."
"Buffy Summers I am your mother and you will make-" Joyce
was cut off by her daughter. "Mom, remember what happened the last
time you said that?" Joyce decided to shut up.
The door opened and a man stepped into the room. The man
looked absolutely identical to Angel, in fact for a moment everyone
thought it was Angel.
Buffy spoke first. "Angelus, thank God you're home. I need
to go down to the office, some idiot totally screwed up the accounts.
I'll be back in about forty-five minutes". said Buffy, walking up to
Angelus, giving him a quick kiss and rushing out the door.
Angelus looked at everyone and smiled. "For the first time in
my life, I don't know what to say. But you guys are lucky I'm in a
good mood, so I'll be nice. Please, sit down" he said.
"Why?" asked Xander. "Did you poison the sofa's?" Angelus
smiled. "Why don 'cha find out, Harris."
"What are you doing here?" asked Giles.
"Come on, Watcher. I live here." was the reply
"You live with my daughter?" asked Joyce. "Are you sleeping
together?"
"Well Joyce, lets see." Angelus began. "We've been married a
little over two years, you do the math."
Part 2 - Coming right up!
Take Me Back