The next morning in Buffy’s room, it’s a peaceful scene. Buffy was having a dream. In it, she was running through the rain to Angel’s place. They went in and professed their eternal love for each other and made tender love, as before but when Buffy wakes up in this dream, her head’s on Angel’s chest.
She didn’t want to wake up but when she felt the soft velvet of Angel’s shirt, she realised it wasn’t a dream. She mumbled contentedly and snuggled closer to Angel. That simple act awoke Angel up and he opened his eyes to the full morning sun. His features broke into a huge grin and he looked at the pleasant weight on his chest.
He saw her eyelids flutter and her smile curving onto her lips. Then, she wasn’t the slayer, she wasn’t the impenetrable high school girl, she was the same girl he had seen when he had held her after she killed the master and that night on his bed.
Whispering, he spoke to her. “You lied, you are beautiful in the sunlight.”
“Umm, Angel?” She was still half asleep and still in her dream. “Wha,,, what do you mean,,, Angel! You’re in the sun!”
“ I know, I guess I really have changed.”
“God, you are so handsome.” She wiggled up his stomach and found his lips in a gentle kiss. The kisses got more passionate with hands in each others hair and on faces and backs, and up the back of Angel’s shirt.
Suddenly, a not so little voice sounded in Bufffy’s head. She ignored it, suspecting that annoying conscience but then she recognised it, it was Sita. It was like in the library when something in her head had screamed baby and it hadn’t been her.
In a nano second, Buffy had broken the kiss. “Angel, quick, Mom’s coming!”
They both jumped up and tried to straighten their clothes. Just in time because Joyce chose that moment to walk in.
“Good morning, nice to see you two still fully clothed.”
“Mom!”
“Well, I am a mother and I have a duty to worry. I’m trying to be cool but I’m still not 100% sure about this.” Seeing Buffy and Angel looking crushed did it to her and she caved in, the stern mother look vanishing. “But I guess there’s nothing I can do to stop you if it makes you both happy.”
“Nope, not a thing Mom.”
Sita’s voice drifted up from the kitchen, calling them to breakfast and they all trooped down.
A huge breakfast feast met them when they arrived in the kitchen. The table was piled with fried eggs, toast, sausages, hash browns, muffins, pots of coffee and tea and brown bread.
“Uh Sita,” Joyce said, her eyes on the spread, “where did all this food come from?”
“The store. I told you I only need a few hours sleep. I’ll wake the others. They are such heavy sleepers! I was able to carry Giles into the living room without waking him up!”
Sita poured a glass of cold water and flounced off into the living room. Several angry shouts later, the rest of the Slayerettes came in and tucked into breakfast.
Angel was confused, he hadn’t eaten solid food in over two hundred years and wasn’t sure if he could. All doubts were chased away when he saw Sita stuffing her face with a sausage buttie.
“Wow,” Angel took a bite of bread, “I haven’t eaten,” another bit was taken, “in two hundred years.”
Xander feigned shock. “Then my man, you haven’t lived! To not know of the taste that is Ding Dongs or Ho Hos! It’s against all laws of God and man!”
“Umm, this bread is just like what we used to at at home!”
Sita smiled, and putting on a Dublin accent which made Angel cringe, she spoke through mouthfuls of food. “’Ya can’t bayt the auld oirish brown bread.” (Roughly translated: You can’t beat the old Irish soda bread.)
One breakfast and huge wash up later, the small group was watching, and fighting over, the TV. Sita got up and went into the kitchen to get some water and Angel, after casting an apologetic glance at Buffy, followed her.
"Oh, hey Angel, you ok?”
“Not really. Look Sita, I need to ask you about something,,,”
“Aches, cramps, lethargy?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“In my, our kind, they’re the symptoms for needing blood. It’s odd, you never actually crave blood until you’ve had it a few times. I’ve seen newborns die because they never knew what they needed.”
“Oh, that’s ok, I’ve got some blood in my fridge,,,”
“Look Angel, I’m sorry, that blood won’t work. In a few months you’ll be able to drink animal blood and in a few years, the other vampire’s blood. That blood’s dead.”
Angel turned a few shades lighter of white and swallowed. “So, I need to feed from people?”
“Well, that would be ideal but not with the whole, my girlfriend’s the slayer thing. I’ll hunt from the other vamps and you can feed from me.”
“You feed from other vampires?”
“Well, I’ll admit it, human blood tastes way better but the vampire’s blood fills you up more, if you get the drift. It’s usually used as a last ditch torture method or when you em, you know, get close to someone.”
“On those points, gross and really?”
“Yeah, but don’t try anything until you can control it. You might want to talk to Buffy. Hurry though because by tomorrow, it’ll be pretty unbearable. I know you’ve got allot of self control but still, you are a newbie.”
Angel, feeling awful, looked at his feet when he spoke next. “This is worse than the last time, at least the blood aspect. I can only drink from people or vampires.”
“Well, avoid the other’s jugular’s for a while, it’s s bit potent.”
“So just you then?”
“Yeah, just me.”
“Will it hurt you?”
“Nah, I wouldn’t let you take enough.”
“But, what about when you leave?”
“Who said anything about leaving? My, sorry, our kind have an enormous attachment to our children. It wouldn’t be right to leave you. At least not for a couple of decades.”
“So I’m stuck with you huh?”
“Yeah, you are, and I got me a new little brother! You better talk it over with Buffy though.”
“I think I need to tell everyone.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
Angel and Sita both walked into the living room getting little attention as Beavis and Butthead were on. This all changed when Sita grabbed the remote from Xander and flicked it off.
“Hey!” Xander protested loudly, “what’s that all about!”
“Yeah, bring back the brainless cartoons!” Cordelia piped indignantly.
Angel sighed and caught everyone’s attention. “I need to talk to you all about something, mainly to avoid you finding out about it some other way. It has to do with blood.”
All faces in the room looked shocked and Buffy clutched Angel’s hand in her own.
“Look, here’s the sitch, Angel can’t drink bagged blood, ever, or animal blood, at least for a few months.” Sita noticed the quiet and continued. “That means that Angel needs fresh blood everyday for a while.”
Giles took off his glasses and started polishing them carefully. “How longs a while Sita?”
“About two, maybe three months.”
Willow looked worried and distraught and there was panic in her voice. “H, how many people is that?”
“Angel, I love you but I’m the slayer, I couldn’t let you feed from people! Please, understand.”
“Quite right Buffy, it goes against every code in the watcher’s journals, not to mention morals.”
“Listen, it’s ok. Angel can feed from me.”
“For, what, like a hundred days?”
“Yes Oz, it’s the only way.”
Joyce was getting more and more uncomfortable with the conversation and was wishing for a normal life. “But, who will you feed from?”
“Other vampires, well, the other vamps, I’m the Hannibal Lector of the undead.”
“Ew, well it’s better than eating people” Cordelia said, screwing her nose up in disgust.
“I don’t get it Sita, why can’t Angel do that too?”
“Because Buffy, if he did, well, this is not a nice comparison, but it’s like giving a newborn a bottle of Tequila instead of milk. It’s way too strong. We can wean him in about three years though and he’ll be fine.”
“But, will your blood hurt Angel?”
“Not at all! My blood is the greatest food known to any vampire. I never could figure out why newbies couldn’t feed from the others though. Odd.”
“Have you always feed from vampires?”
“No, no I haven’t Willow. For about four thousand years, I lived off humans. There’s no excuse, I, I, killed hundreds, thousands. It might have been less but I was depressed and, well, binge eating.”
“That gives eating disorders a whole new meaning.
“Hey! Listen Cordelia, I’ve been on my own, sans any kind of contact with my own kind for about 4,940 years! Gimme a break. What’s done is done and I can’t undo it. I’m a killer, plain and simple and the only reason I’m staying around, greatly increasing the risk of fucking up your lives is to feed Angel.”
Everyone went quiet and finally, Willow spoke in confident voice.
“Well, I forgive you. I, I mean you’ve done allot of good.”
“Yeah,” said Oz, “Buffy, Cordy and Xander would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”
Cordelia chipped in her two cents as well. “And Angel would be still evil!”
“And,” said the human eating machine, “Buffy’s baby would be a vamp!”
“Yeah, we, I, owe you allot. That stuff, whatever you did, was in the past. Just as long as you don’t kill any innocents, you’ll be ok.”
“Um Buffy, our definitions of innocent may vary.”
“How?”
“Um, allot of people could be classified as non-innocent, lots of humans.”
“What!?!”
“Murderers, rapists, child molesters, evil people, phycos who get violent, French mortitions, people who piss me off,,,”
“Wait a minute,” Angel said, clearly disturbed, “how do you know if people are guilty?”
“Mind reading.”
Suddenly, the colour drained from Xander’s face. “M, mind reading?”
“Well, I can block it out and I haven’t used it on you guys yet.”
“What’s the problem with French mortitions?” asked Willow.
“I buried one alive during World War II. He has a crappy sense of humour. Plus he was a Nazi. Little toad.”
“When was the last time you killed someone?” Buffy had a cold look in her eyes that no one had seen in a while.
“Well, lemme think. Oh, wait, last Thursday. He was this guy I met in a bar. He had killed nine girls already. Little waste of space. I’m no super hero but ever since I developed the ability to read minds, I’ve gone out of my way to kill some bad eggs.
“Oh, yeah, another point about me killing, unless it’s someone I know and like, it’ll occupy my mind for about a minute. Guilt is not something I deal out too much. That said, I’ve felt guilty about something’s for five thousand years. And yeah, I do know what it feels like to kill as a human. About a year ago, when I was human, I killed two guys down in Santa Monica. I shot both of them and Jesus, it cut me up. Oh, they were planning on killing and raping me so I had reason.”
Everyone looked scared to say the least and Sita saw their faces. “Well, another great way to stop a conversation and alienate the people you’re meant to be protecting.
“Oh, yeah, by the way, any one have a problem with me going to high school? Yours to be precise. It’ll make it easier for me to keep an eye on your guys, and the asses of the swimming and basketball team.”
Cordelia, having gone from the-be-terrified-of-the-scary-vampire-girl mode to the I’m-a-brainless-high-school-cheerleader mode in two nano-seconds looked at Sita strangely. “Aren’t they a little young for you?”
“Nope” Sita said cheerfully.
Joyce looked even paler than before and she rolled her eyes skyward as she spoke next. “Dear sweet Jesus.”
“What, you expect me to be a virgin for 5,000 years? Unlikely.”
“Y, you, in high school? With Synder, I really don’t think you’d last Sita.”
“Giles, High school’s a breeze! I’ve done it all before anyway.”
“The school sits on top of a mystical convergence, a, a Hell mouth!”
“So? Giles, I’m going.”
“Well, allright.”
“Word of advice Sita, don’t let him see you with me. You wouldn’t want to be classed as a friend of Buffy Summers’. You’d be in detention forever.”
“What? Has he been giving you a hard time Buffy?”
“Don’t worry Angel, I’m used to it.” Buffy was looking extremely pleased with Angel’s concern and smiled happily at him.
“I’ll take care of it, leave it to me. End of my interview with him and he’ll be singing your praises.”
Xander snorted, “what are you going to do? Use hypnotism?”
When Sita looked at Xander and nodded he burst out laughing and Sita got the murder look in her eye.
“Xander, be a dear and drop your pants.”
Xander stopped laughing and in a zombie like state, he pulled down his pants, much to everyone’s amusement.
“Ok, now you’re a chicken, a big one.”
Xander, still with the glassy eyed zombie look, started clucking like a chicken and scratching the floor with his feet. Everyone was now wetting themselves laughing and Sita decided to stop the cruelty.
“Ok, you’re Xander again.”
With that, Xander came back to reality and realised that he was pantless. Blushing, he pulled his pants back up and growled at Sita.
“See, I can bend mortals’ wills. It’s a great party piece. Right, so who knows the phone number of the school?”
When next we joined our motley crew, it was a week later, in school and it was, thankfully, time to go home. Of course, that really meant it was time to go to the library and see what Giles had in store. Things had happened quickly, On that Monday morning, Sita had been admitted to the school and on the same day, by an amazing coincidence, a new assistant librarian had been taken on and he was the father of Buffy Summer’s unborn child who, by pure dumb luck, was starting to make Buffy feel like dying every morning.
Sita was busy bouncing along the halls, singing a silly little song she had composed during her trig session.
“Tra la la la la, I hate trig, tra Lal lalala I really think it sucks.”
Buffy just groaned and Willow and Cordy looked worried, Sita meanwhile, looked at the quater back’s but.
“Buffy,” asked Willow, “are you ok?”
“I feel like I’m inside a tumble drier.”
“You look like it too, when did you last brush you hair?”
“Well,” Sita said, deciding jocks weren’t her type, “at least you’re not showing. And, believe it or not, this is a good sign, it shows that enough hormones are being produced to keep the baby healthy.”
“But I will start showing soon and then,,, oh God.”
“Well, cheer up, at least Angel’ll be in the library,,,”
“And Xander,,,”
“And Oz,,,”
“And that lovable Brit!”
“First three, good, last one, mother hen.”
“Aw, poor Buffy, you’re watcher making you feel childish?”
“Sita, as soon as I’m not pregnant, I’m going to kick you ass.”
“Oh just try it you pasty little skinny girl! No offence.”
“Oh, none taken.”
Just as our gang was walking down the hall, the group of bitches Cordy used to lead sauntered up and stopped.
Harmony, now their leader, talked first in a primitive way, reminiscent of the film Clueless. “Oh look, it’s Cordelia and the losers, Buffy Willow and,,, who are you?”
“Oh,” said Sita, “I’m Alisha Pearne, unpleasant to meet you.”
“What?”
“Unpleasant, you know, opposite of nice?”
“Huh! And I was trying to be nice!”
Willow, who is really much more brave than anyone thinks was fast with the witty reply, “Well Harmony, try harder and try not to frazzle your grey matter doing it.”
“Hey,” Aura said sticking up for her leader, “we don’t have any grey matter!”
“Well that’s pretty obvious” Cordy said, Willow was getting more confident so Cordy was getting smarter. This was met with baffled looks from the moronic drama queens.
“Think of it as food for thought” Buffy said, her fist blow struck.
“Well”, Sita decided to pull out the big gun, “they would but they’re probably on a diet.”
The Violent Femmes, Xander’s new name for the four girls, walked away laughing and finally reached the library.
“Yay! Library time! And Xander time!” Cordelia said and bounded in and was crushed to only see Giles. “Oh, Xander’s not here yet.”
“Neither’s Oz.” Both Willow and Cordy sunk into chairs, deep in depression.
“Ah Sita!” Giles said, tearing his eyes away from some ancient tome, “how was patrol last night?”
“Pretty slow, only two but no one fed from any humans. Yay me but does anyone know how to get dust out of a suede jacket? So, any mean and nasty little prophecies?”
Then Angel bounded down the stairs and started saying something to Giles but stopped when he saw Buffy. “Buffy!”
“Finally, something un-washer like.”
“What?”
“Buffy’s got morning sickness” explained Willow, Cordelia and Sita engrossed in how to clean a suede jacket.
“In the evening? Well, I’ll cure it.” Angel then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Buffy and kissed her, Willow and Cordy getting ever more mad at their lack of boyfriends.
“Um Sita, I actually did find a prophecy, and a bad one at that.”
“How bad?”
“Oh, the using of a blood sacrifice to bring people back to life,,,”
“The Phoenix?”
“Um, yes, yes it is.”
“Oh that’s beyond bad.”
Willow was momentarily distracted by the talk of nasty things. “What’s the Phoenix?”
“Raising four dead people, involves a human sacrifice. Whenever they come back, they’ll be weak but at their potentially best, like if someone died when they were eighty, they’d be brought back as a twenty year old.”
“Twenty isn’t the greatest age” sniffed Giles.
“Physically it is. This transcends all previously bad things.”
Just then, Xander and Oz walked in, laughing loudly, Xander was telling a joke that would have made a porn star blush.
“So the guy says, ‘no, I showed it to him’!”
Oz started to laugh and it took him a few seconds to calm down. “Xander, you’re one weird guy.”
Cordy and Willow ran up to their significant others and smoochies ensue. Sita ignored them, still worried about the ritual.
“Oh this is bad! Oh shit, imagine who the vamps might bring back! The master, Darla or Luke,,, wait a second! What are we worried about, it can only be used to bring people back for the greater good so it’ll be of no use to them!”
“What?”
“You didn’t know Giles?”
“N, no I didn’t. I though anyone could be brought back.”
“No, only people who are needed for the greater good so night off for me!” “Um Sita, the blood sacrifice?”
“What about it? What’s your point?” After getting incredulous looks from everyone she copped on to what they were thinking. “Oh, the whole we-don’t-believe-in- Sita’s-idea-of-Karma thing. Oh allright! I’ll go. It’ll have to be tonight though, it only works on the night of the New Moon.”
“Sita?” Oz was looking slightly concerned, “the new moon was last night.”
Sita seemed to be having a hernia and trouble breathing. “Ok, I’ll be back soon.” She then grabbed the cross bow and ran out the door. Before the doors had time to shut, she stuck her head in. “Oh, Buffy, I might be late for dinner so you guys start without me, ‘k?”
With that, she ran out of the school leaving a group of confused slayers wondering how Sita had survived for so long.
Later that night, in Buffy’s house, she, her mother and Angel are sitting at the dining room table. Joyce finally decided it was time to have a talk with him, a friendly one.
“So Angel, I hear your job in the school’s going well.”
“It is. It gives me a chance to keep an eye on Buffy but Sita more than anything. She’s generally good but she really hates Synder and considers doing him in a gift to humanity. I have to keep them separated.”
“I don’t blame Sita, that man’s a troll, I think Cordy was right when she called him an impotent little Nazi. So, other than that, how’s the job?”
“Oh fine. Giles and I just got in a collection of books in ancient Irish and I’m helping him translate.
“Oh, I didn’t know you spoke Irish.”
“Yes, it’s my first language. Up until I was eight, I didn’t know a word of English but when we moved to the Claddagh, we had to learn it.”
Buffy looked confused. “Wait, you said a Claddagh was a ring.”
“No, it’s a small village that was outside the walls of Galway, it’s real name is An Cloigeach, the rocky place. It was where all the Irish lived. You see, the Norman families had been given the city to keep it from Irish people and they walled themselves in. That was long before my time but there was still allot of fighting between the Irish and the English while I was growing up.”
“Wow,” Joyce said, engrossed, “it’s amazing. Tell us more.”
“Well, my mother’s clan, the O’ Flatherty’s, were hated by the Norman Tribes, they even had a sign above the city asking to protect them from the terrible O’ Flathertys. My father was an O’Connell, he was a fisherman and after a lucky find of salmon one day, he was able to buy a good few curraghs and set up a small fleet.
“It was lovely there, although I don’t know now, I haven’t been there since 1916, the year of the rising. It was awful, the city of Dublin was ruined but it helped to get the Irish free of the Sassenach, sorry, the British.
“When I was twelve, I was apprenticed to an artist in the city and did a bit of social climbing, which was good but when I was sixteen, my mother got the fever and died. I lost track of everything then and I fell out with my father. That’s why I’ve never gone back but I really think I should some day, to see what’s happened there.”
“Wow, we should go there some day Angel.”
“We will Buffy, we will.”
“See Mom, Angel’s just a Care Bear with fangs!”
Joyce laughed at this and Angel looked confused. “I’ll explain later.”
“It was a TV show, Buffy loved it when she was little, she used to drag Hank and me out of bed at six am to turn on the TV.”
Angel chuckled, “cute, a little Buffy.”
“You, know, I still am the slayer” Buffy was blushing profusely and Angel reached for her hand under the table and squeezed it. She smiled at him, accepting the apology.
This went unnoticed to Joyce and she kept on asking questions. “How did you two meet anyway?”
“Well, we first met each other outside the Bronze, in an alley but I knew Buffy before that.”
“Oh, because of her being the slayer and you had to try to avoid her?”
“No, no actually I was sent to help her, give her tips from the shadows, fill her in on any prophecies Giles missed and so on. I was mean to stay in the shadows, not come out at all but needless to say, that didn’t work.”
“What happened?”
“Well Mom, one night, I was at the Bronze and the Master’s three hit men came to kill me. They would’ve but Angel showed up. We couldn’t kill them so we ran, we came back here and that’s when you first met Angel.
“Well, the Three were still outside so Angel stayed overnight, don’t worry, he slept on the floor. The next evening, I came home from school and we kinda kissed.”
Joyce was looking ever more worried with these facts but want ed to know more. She nodded, telling Buffy to go on.
“Well, when we kissed, Angel vamped out, you know, his face changed and I nearly had a heart attack, Angel ran out the window and you came in. Well, you know how you were cut in the neck?”
“Yes, I fell on a barbecue fork.”
“Um no, that girl Darla bit you. Angel ran in and saved you and I walked in and assumed he had been going to feed. Needless to say, I was peeved.
“Later that night, we went to the then empty Bronze and I planned to kill him, instead, Darla came and tried to kill me, Angel killed her and we decided to not go anywhere with the whole dating thing.”
Joyce was looking pale and wondering why she had never been told she had been bitten and how much else they were hiding from her. “So Angel, you saved me and Buffy’s’ lives?”
“Oh, he’s saved me on way more occasions. The Order of Teraka, assorted vamps, the Judge, a demon Giles used to know, drowning, he brought me to Xander so he could give me mouth to mouth after I died,,,”
“What! You’ve died?”
“Um, just a little, the master bit me and threw me into a puddle, Angel found and saved me.”
“Well, you’ve saved me from Drusilla.”
“My God, sometimes I wish for the days when vampires were only on TV.”
Then as if on cue, a very bedragalled Sita stumbled in the door, covered in blood and carrying two unconciouss people. She fell down onto the floor and tried to talk, all the while falling deeper and deeper into the void. “Help, the car,,,”
Buffy sprang up and they all ran over to the three figures on the floor. After checking their pulses, they found that they were all alive. Joyce was panicking, not liking the sight of so much blood. “We should call an ambulance, get them to a hospital!”
“No” mumbled Sita with her last ounce of strength, “no hospitals,,,”
“Mom, quick! Call the others and tell them to get over here! Angel, help me get them upstairs.”
They carried the upstairs and after a few moments, Giles and Willow ran in and started asking questions, pretty soon, Xander, Cordelia and Oz were there too and everyone was waiting for something to happen.
A half hour after she first staggered in the door, Sita came down the stairs and sat on the couch.
“Well, I suppose you want to know what happened.
Story time children”
Fade to a flashback.
The scene opened with Sita walking through the burnt out factory where she had saved Buffy, Cordelia and Xander. She shuddered with the constant memories of vampires crowding around the three scared teens, hissing and snarling like serpents. She shook herself to clear the images and moved stealthily through the charred remains of the factory.
She paused momentarily and it hit her. The smell of freshly spilt blood drew her towards the centre of the factory where the roof had totally collapsed. Inside a circle of gravel was a pentagram drawn in chalk with a grotesque amount of blood in it.
She was distraught, it was a good thing no-one else was here.
“God, I was too late. Again” she said sadly.
Her rational mind told her that they must have cut the victims throat to get that much blood while her predatory mind picked up a scent trail, leading away from the area.
Steadying herself, she followed it, moving in the shadows like a panther. She followed the trail into a warehouse near the power plant. Hoisting herself up, she peeped in the window and saw about a dozen vampires, all with game faces, all really really pissed off.
She saw one step forward, the leader no doubt, and she listened to him as he spoke and decided he was a traditionalist, a real Goth boy.
“My brethren, my vampires, today is a sad day.” thought Sita .
“The three we hoped for have come, along with our bargaining chip, but they are not what we wished for.
They are all snivelling wretches, tormented by souls and plagued by memories. The three speak of some one who they say will save them but they are weak from starvation.” He paused for effect. “We wished to bring forth Armageddon not those mice! Now, we will kill them since they have no use to us. They are worthless, pointless and all we can do is drink them dry! Tonight, we shall drink the sweetest nectar!”
Roars of joy and snarls of hunger rose and Sita cursed them to shut up so she could think.
Four people were dragged into the hall and Sita’s eyes burned with rage as she saw who they were. None of them seemed to trust each other and the two guys were bickering. As they were thrown into a ring of blood, Sita got a good look at them. There were two guys her own age, well, they seemed to be about 19 or 20. One had dark shoulder length hair and the other had short, thick, sandy blond hair.
The two girls, one about 20 and the other about 27 or so both had dark hair but the younger girl’s hair was much longer.
Sita’s face turned really, really nasty, scarier than any vampire and in the most amazing leap ever, she leaped down in front of them, shielding them from the elder. The three youngest promptly fainted.
“Who are you!” he bellowed.
“Oh, the name’s Sita.” She smiled as she heard gasps in the room. “So, you’ve heard of me then?”
The elder chuckled meanly. “Why milady, your reputation precedes you. You’re here for the party I take it?”
Sita smiled back just as meanly. “Sure sugar, just let me grab a bib. Tell me, how did you do it? The Phoenix I mean, I’ve been trying for years.”
The only remaining person looked scared out of her mind as the conversation was going on and Sita didn’t blame her.
“Well, you need the moon, the pentagram, the sacrifice, the blood,,,”
“Theirs?”
“Yes, theirs.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“Oh, here and there, hospitals, an ice-cream truck, a white dress. The usual. So, would you care to dine with us?”
“Oh yes, just let me do one thing first.” Sita reached up as if to kiss him but instead, she tore his head around the full way and ripped his head off.
“Ok, everyone of you little freaks get out of here!” She yelled and the vampires scurried off. She looked down at the wide eyed woman and grinned. “I’ve got my own private party planned.” The woman finally gave in and fainted. Sita smiled. “At least I brought the car.”
Suddenly, from nearly every direction, flaming bottles came pouring in through the windows and exploded into flame as they hit.
“Oh shit!” Sita grabbed the girls by the arms and swung one over each shoulder. “Sorry boys, ladies first.” She then ran out to the car and put them in as comfortably as she could and ran back to get the boys. She managed to get them out safely, only sustaining third degree burns to her legs, and she was just getting into the driver’s seat when she saw a vampire running away with some blood, their blood if she wasn’t mistaken and she wasn’t.
“Right asshole!” she shouted and grabbing him in a rugby tackle, she knocked him to the ground. She grabbed the blood from him and staked him. Just as she was getting up, an almighty explosion rocked the ground and the shockwave carried her up and into a pile of boxes. Dazed, she wasn’t able to move in time to avoid the steel girder which punctured her belly. She felt the warm and so familiar sensation of blood seeping everywhere and she closed her eyes and let darkness in.
Back to the present.
“And then I blacked out. After I woke up, I managed to get here with them. I remember staggering in here with two of them then, I fainted again.”
Giles looked confused, “but what of the other two?” “You mean you didn’t bring them in?”
“We didn’t know there was anyone else, sorry.” Buffy said, looking guilty.
“Ah, no. Oz, Willow, Xander and Cordelia, will you guys got get them?”
“We’re gone.”
As they ran out, Sita flopped down onto the couch and groaned. “God I need a drink.”
Joyce looked worried. “Of blood or alcohol?”
“Alcohol.”
Giles snorted. “So do I.”
There was a large scream from outside and Xander and Cordelia ran in carrying the older woman between them.
“Oh Giles you are going to freak!” Xander said, putting the woman on the couch.
“Yeah,” said his girlfriend, “it’s, it’s, look!” Giles went over to get a good look and nearly fainted. So did Angel.
Giles put a hand to her forehead, making sure she was real. “J, Jenny?”
“Oh God, I killed her, I, I, how?” Buffy, who still felt guilty over her dying spoke with fear in her voice. “How is she here?”
“My guess,” Sita said, “is that she’s needed, the ritual will only bring back people who are good and needed. Do you know her?”
Just as Xander directed a dirty look at Sita, Willow and Oz dragged in the second form, the long, dark haired boy.
“What,” Willow gasped, “where do we put him?”
“Oh, try a storm drain or a bucket of acid.”
The figure stirred and Oz and Willow put him on the ground. “Or the back of an ice-cream truck. Hello Sita, good to see you still have a sense of humour.”
“I should do everyone a favour and kill you now.”
“But then how would you find out why I’m here?”
“I don’t know, ask the grass, It would give a straight answer and it would know.”
Cordelia, along with everyone but Giles, was watching with interest. “Who is he?”
“An asshole.”
“Good to see that I’m still high in Sita’s esteem.”
“Oh shut up.”
“No, I don’t think I will.”
“Oh you will. You’re weak, you’re powerless and right now, the only thing you can do is annoy me and if you want to keep the ability to pretend to procreate, you’ll shut up!”
“Humph, no,,,” He was cut off by a hit to the head which would kill most people.
“Bastard.”
“Hey!” shouted Buffy, “enough with the hitting!”
“No, he’s a vamp and he really, really deserves to die.”
“Just like all us filthy blood suckers?” Sita whirled at this and the other two walked slowly down the stairs and Sita ran forward and engulfed them both in a huge hug.
“Oh my God! I never thought I’d see you two again! I thought you were gone for good!” She hugged them again and the boy talked with laughter in his eyes.
“You can’t keep a good vamp down Sita.”
“Besides,” said the girl, “we were needed.”
Sita looked worried and confused. “For what?”
They looked at each other and spoke at the same time. “For you.” Sita laughed and they all hugged fiercly.
Over on the couch, Giles had given the entire conversation no attention at all. “Jenny, Jenny wake up. Sita, is she going to be ok?”
Sita separated from the other two and looked down at Jenny. “I hope so.” She stood still and cocked her head as if listening. “Blood pressure normal, pulse normal, breathing normal,,,”
The boy, who had been doing the same thing, took over. “,,,No dieses or infections,,,”
“,,,And normal brain functions” finished the girl.
Sita nodded, satisfied. “She’ll be fine, let her sleep it off.”
Everyone looked shocked but none more so than Angel. “We, we can do that?”
“Yeah,” Sita said, “how do you think we find decent meals?”
After getting a dirty look from Buffy, she quickly changed what she said. “Found, that’s how we used to find meals.”
Oz, who was taking this all as well as anyone but with less facial expressions looked confused, to say the least. “Ok, I am beyond confused now, really. Will someone explain?”
Sita sighed. “Ok, gather round, story time.”
