By Hannah-Freya Anderson
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: Buffy the vampire slayer and Angel the series both belong to Joss Whedon and the WB I will remind you that Joss did say, when buffy first came out, that it was a series that fanfic should be written about, so I'm doing just that. no infringement or copyright laws have, or ever will be broken.
Author's Notes: story takes takes place during Becoming part 1 Buffy has gone to meet Angelus in the graveyard, she left the scooby gang in the library to try the curse on Angel. Buffy has just told Angel that she's ready to finish it, she takes out the stake called Mr Pointy.
"You don't get it do you." Angelus began with a laugh, "This isn't about you, this was never about you." He watched the look of confusion on Buffy's face turn into horrified understanding. She took off, and Angel laughed harder. "And you fall for it every single time!" he called to her retreating form."Ahh it's just too easy." he chuckled as he turned and sauntered off, he began to hum a tune to himself, he had long since forgotten the lyrics, his mother had sung it to him when he was just a small boy."I've always been fond of that song." He thought to himself. "Shame I never got her to write down the words before I killed her." He suddenly was met with the strangest of sensations, like he remembered a fever having felt, then, just as suddenly he was falling........
Where and when he woke up he wasn't sure. "I must have been out for some time." he said, not to anyone in particular, just for the pleasure of hearing his own voice.
"When I left the mansion it was just barley 8.00pm now it looks as though it's 11.00am" he mused. He looked around him, he appeared to be in some sort of caravan,"argghhh" he thought in disgust, " how people manage to live like this is beyond me" he placed his hand on the table and turned his head, looking for a chair, he found one and seated himself. "Alright, all this is going to take is a little thinking and preparatio-" he stopped midsentence, there in front of him lay a photograph including the slayer, the rest of her pathetic friends, and the ever useless watcher.
True it was unusual that whoever this caravan belonged to had a picture of the scooby gang, as they called themselves, but it could easily be explained. The thing however that shocked him was the other member of the party, he himself was in the picture. He picked it up, almost mesmerized. The picture had been taken of the bunch, at what appeared to have been a beach party, could not possibly have been real, due to two very important facts.
Firstly, vampires don't appear in photographs, the same as they would not appear in mirrors, also this picture was taken on the beach, each member of the photo in their swimming trunks, enjoying the surf, and the warmth of the sun. "This is impossible." Angelus thought. "As much as Angel would have liked to, he couldn't possibly have gone in the sun!" Angelus was trying to put the pieces of the puzzle into place when he suddenly heard two very familiar voices. the voices of Darla and Druscilla.
"You better tell him to come quick smart, otherwise Joss will have a cow!" Darla yelled. Suddenly the door to the caravan was opened and in the doorway, standing in direct path of the sun, was Drusilla.
"David," she began.
"Drusilla, what is going on , get out of the sun, hurry!" he grabbed her hand and pulled her in.
"Umm David are you wanting to reherse our lines or something?" was all she said.
"Lines?" Angelus repeated. "What do you mean lines?" All Drusilla did was laugh.
"Okay this is funny, but you better only be doing this now, if you go in the studio with this act Joss will throttle you."
Angelus stared at her, she didn't have a hint of maddnes in her eyes, nor did she speak in her usual singsong voice, of pixies and elves, she looked like a regular 20 year old woman.
"Drusilla-"
"Angelus," she cut across in a deep voice, as if making fun of the name, "Now act proffesionaly call me by my real name and I'll call you by yours okay- if rumours are correct, were all getting a raise!"
"DRUSIL-"
"David you're starting to bother me, I hate having to hear that name across 6 hours of filming, let alone when it's my break time, now call me Juliet!"
Angelus was extremely confused but he decided he would play along with her litttle game, it was easier to get information that way.
"Now, you're dressed," she said, "so let's go." she grabbed him, and, quicker than his mind could register pulled him out the door. He let go of her hand and cowered down, waiting for the pain from that the sunlight on his flesh would cause. it didn't come, he looked up to see Drusilla staring at him strangely
"Boy," she said, "I never realised how seriously you took your job." She pulled up her sleeve and checked her watch, she gasped "Come on only 25 minutes till filming starts!" she grabbed him and they took off
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