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Interlude 18: After Curfew
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    • Interlude 18: After Curfew​

    Instead of just the handful of questions Rupert expected. He instead found himself hit with one after another. Joyce is certainly being thorough.

    The conversation wore down the well educated man as tension filled hours passed by. What's taking Buffy so long?

    It was just supposed to be a standard patrol. He kept his face from showing his inner thoughts and allowed Joyce to rant once she had repeated her concerns for the fourth time. Which of course means Allen sprung something else on her.

    Don't know if it was kindness or a well devised torture. But I do appreciate him not just telling my Slayer about the Cruciamentum. That would have destroyed any trust Buffy had in me.

    "This is just an awful lot of money..." The mother's face scrunched up in concern for what could be asked down the road. "I don't really know how to feel about her handsome young teacher just handing a check to her."

    "As far as I have been able to gather," In an attempt to smooth things over, Rupert shared his own feelings on the half demon. "He saw a horrible future and is trying to prevent it anyway he can."

    This almost convinced the mother. "But why is he so focused on my daughter and her friends?" Almost.

    "I believe she was supposed to die around now." Not able to verify the details, the Watcher could only stare down the shocked Joyce. "Even if his interest is more than innocent, you can at the very least be assured it's genuine. He cared enough to face a thousand year old vampire in place of your daughter."

    "So why doesn't he handle all of this monster stuff?" Not about to discount the possibility, Joyce threw her arms up in frustration. "He's a freak, let him deal with the rest of the ghouls!"

    "The 'freaks' as you call them will be able to find your daughter anywhere." Rupert scowled at the choice of words. "They all stand a better chance of living to retirement age if we work together."

    The grim knowledge of how long Buffy needs to survive filled Giles with determination. Two years, seven months, one week, and four days.

    Buffy will break the record for longest lived Slayer. She will have have children... Friends... A future.

    His grim mood is shattered when the front door of Revello drive slams open. Revealing the very subject of the adults discussion, something is... off about her.

    "Buffy?" Joyce glance at her daughter before letting he eyes slide to the three familiar teens with her. "Just because I know about the monsters, does not mean you get to just forget all my rules. Like how I told you to be home an hour ago."

    Something in her tone cuts right through the possessed teen's haze and instills a spark of fear that makes her lower her eyes. "Was hunting. Hungry now?"

    "Rupert had some of the leftovers. I don't know if we still have enough for a Buffy sized plate." Smirked Joyce.

    But when her child let out a hate filled snarl and directed it towards at the man on her couch, Joyce was very taken aback. "Buffy! What's gotten into you?"

    "That was my food..." The Slayer sniffed the air and hissed when she caught the scent of her dinner all over Giles' tweed suit.

    "If you're that hungry," Snorted a not very amused mother. "Why didn't you and your friends get a pizza or something? You apparently all have more money than I do."

    "Smart Mom." Eyes wide with excitement, Buffy prowled towards the phone.

    Shocked at the vocabulary on display, Joyce turned to her fellow adult. "Is she always like this after a..." She blinked a few times, trying to remember the correct terminology. "Hunt?"

    "Patrol," Corrected Giles. "And she's usually worked up quite the appetite. But I would have expected them to get fast food like she usually insists I stop for."

    Buffy's friends followed her inside despite Joyce's annoyance. With all three lounging on the nearest available piece of furniture.

    "Which kind of meats?" Holding the phone tight enough to crack the pastic, Buffy hissed for input form her pack.

    "Ham!" Willow almost bellowed with predatory delight. "Never get to have it."

    A grin filled Buffy's face. "Yes."

    Jesse seemed to think his idea was far superior though and bluted out his own answer. "Pepperoni!"

    "More yes..." Everyone could hear the Slayer's stomach belt out a tune of starvation.

    "All of them." Marcie spoke up and everyone heard her this time, with Joyce letting out a gasp at the blood still staining the girl's face.

    Buffy didn't care about the crimson and threw up a triumphant fist. "All the yes!"

    "I think one of us should call Allen," Coughed Giles in an attempt to avoid the teens notice.

    It failed of course. But they all pretended to miss the whispers.

    "So this isn't normal?" Glared Joyce as she was at a complete loss. "You have no idea what's wrong with Buffy?"

    "That's why I really need to use the phone once she's done with it." Nodded a grim Giles, his eyes locked on the nearly destroyed device in Buffy's grip. "As long as it survives the call."
     
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    • I am deeply uncomfortable... so well done. Joyce has always been hit and miss on being a good person and good mother, so her calling Doyle a freak after all he's done to help is in character - infuriating nonetheless though.

    It felt so viscerally uncomfortable and tense when Buffy came in followed by the others. For the love of God they better step carefully, this fic would go a very dark direction if Giles and or Joyce went the way of Principal Flutie... or the pizza guy now that I think about it.
     
    CollectiveRamble said:
    I am deeply uncomfortable... so well done. Joyce has always been hit and miss on being a good person and good mother, so her calling Doyle a freak after all he's done to help is in character - infuriating nonetheless though.

    It felt so viscerally uncomfortable and tense when Buffy came in followed by the others. For the love of God they better step carefully, this fic would go a very dark direction if Giles and or Joyce went the way of Principal Flutie... or the pizza guy now that I think about it.
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    Thank you. Joyce s tricky to write for that exact reason. She can be super supportive or one of the worst moms ever. Balancing that with her own growth is interesting.

    If Joyce hadn't said something about pizza, Giles might have gotten hurt.
     
    Chapter 87: Recuperating
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    • Chapter 87:
    Recuperating​

    This is all my fault. It's hard to ignore the truth as my frantic legs drag me down the street.

    Screams greet my ears before I even make it to the alley and I push past the burning in my lungs. I pissed of a shaman willing to kill Willow and never even thought to check up him afterwards.

    It's been long enough that people in the alley are finally starting to realize the ambulances aren't going to come. At least not while it's still dark out.

    Prioritize victims!     My first aid training kicks in and sends me into action.

    My shirt gets wrapped around a pale and shivering Harmony. I know it's serious because she doesn't even make a sultry comment and just gasps out her thanks.

    "At least you can finish the job." Cordelia is one of the first who seems to have regained her usual snark. "Jesse just dropped her on the floor and left with the girls."

    Jesse left with girls? As in more than one of them?

    But before I get carried away with ideas, I realize what the hyena's body means. I know who Buffy's pack is.

    Tales of Marcie, Jesse, and Willow have painted the trio as some kind of gang. With the rumours growing with each retelling, I know it's useless to even bother correcting people.

    "Diego!" Calling out to the junior who seems to be trying to hide his face from me as, I keep my tone firm as I give directions. "Get anyone with a car to drop someone off at the hospital before they go home."

    "But what if they don't want to?" He's not really the most resolute and I can tell he's wavering already.

    Fine, I'll find someone who can. "Can somebody be useful right now?" Desperate enough to plead, I don't care who hears me.

    Cordelia notices the crowd has been thinning out now that it's safe and steps up. She takes charge of the stragglers and successfully manages to get rides for anyone still bleeding.

    My last words to the determined teen make her flash me a dazzling smile. "No homework for the rest of the month. Thank you."

    She looks away and mumbles something anyone normal would have missed. "It's what Xander would have done."

    Jonathan and Warren are currently in the process of confronting a distraught Angel about why she didn't warn them. While Amy is at least staying neutral and trying to give my ward a chance to explain herself.

    "Maybe we'd get an answer if you shut up long enough for her to finish a sentence!" The slap that follows leaves a red hand print on Warren's face.

    Dennis tries to intervene on our seer's behalf. But I guess it's pretty hard for his opinion to have much weight when he was in the kitchen for most of the action.

    "Just calm down and we can figure this out. Allen and Buffy should be here any minute."

    "Just me I hope." Really don't want to get my ass kicked by a Primal Slayer tonight. "You okay?"

    It's a general question. But I direct it at Angel's tear streaked face and offer empathy only a former seer could.

    "Why didn't I get a vision about this?" She chokes out the words and can't understand why any Power would let this happen. "What's the point of even having them?"

    "How many have you had?" My voice is soft with tenderness I know she needs.

    Shrugging feebly, she gives the question a bit of thought. "Maybe a couple dozen."

    "And how many people did you help me save?" I know from experience that Angel knows the exact number to each question I'm asking.

    "Thirty two..." Her posture stops folding in on itself quite so much and I know I've struck gold.

    I give her a proud nod. "So even if the visions aren't perfect..."


    Groaning at where I lead the conversation, Angel finishes for me. "We can't really ignore any of the ones I do get."

    "We just need to stop relying on them for all our planning." Guess it is time to share whats coming up the next few years.

    I am going to do a bit more investigating though.     Really not liking how close tonight was, I'm starting to wonder if it was some kind of payback.

    Now the only question is if it was interference, either of divine or demonic persuasion. Of course it's always possible tonight just slipped through the cracks.

    Angel Investigations got hit by surprises all the time so I can't discount the possibility. But I also know Wolfram and Hart managed to hijack the visions Cordelia got. Really makes it hard to do more than guess right now when I have no clues to go off.

    "What happened to Marcie?" The growl of frustration that comes out of Jonathan is fierce enough to stop the discussion in it's tracks.

    "As far as I can tell, anyone who killed a hyena got possessed by a Primal spirit." I assume I'm about to be asked for an explanation. But Amy takes over in an interesting twist.

    "The ones we apparently dealt with in October?" Her gaze sharpens with interest. "But why didn't Darla get taken over?"

    That comment only gets the waiting vampire to scoff. "My demon wasn't going to let some beast take over."

    "But you can confirm something tried?" That means we really do need to talk to Jenny.

    "And failed miserably." Darla meets my waiting stare with her own irritated glare. "I better not end up with fleas or you will regret it."

    Bickering flies for at least half an hour and the stench of blood covers the presence of our observer. So well in fact, that neither Darla or I are aware we had one until we see fresh tracks in the crimson puddles.

    "Jenny should hopefully be able to figure something out." Giles was able to manage after just a few days study. "And if she can't, the Watcher probably can cobble something together."

    "Without killing any of them. Right?" Warren broaches the topic carefully. Knowing full well we're intending on getting rid of a possessed Xander, I guess he's grown attached enough to raise the issue.

    Closing my eyes and counting to ten doesn't really help. But it does makes it seem like I've given the issue a whole lot more thought. "Of course. I didn't die for Buffy just to kill her a few months later."

    "Are you and Willow still working on the dogs?" Amy's eyes shine with inspiration.

    "Kind of stalled out on the project when Miss Calendar said I wouldn't be able to get my dog's spirit." Shrugging awkwardly, Warren reveals his goal was just to reclaim his childhood pet. "Just have the prototype."

    Ignoring the negatives, Amy hones in what matters to her plan. "But does it work the same as Dennis and his shell?"

    "Essentially." Nods Warren, understanding starting to appear on his face. "Which means-"

    "You're going to have three extremely pissed off Primals gunning for us." Forced to interrupt before they get too carried away, I reveal the other problem with the idea. "And how do we decide?" Choose the wrong one at the wrong time and the teen might get devoured by an angry pack.
     
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    • I'd actually assume the all dogs go to heaven principle makes it harder.

    Ripping Buffy out of heaven took serious necromancy, whereas pulling Angel's original soul out of limbo (or hell maybe?) would probably have been a lot easier.

    Souls want to stay in heaven, heaven wants them to stay, and probably has pretty good magical defences so evildoers can't drag hero souls away from their just reward.

    Or that's my assumption anyway, none of the metaphysics in the show were fully explained.
     
    I was actually going with the second comments train of thought. The dog was a good boy and Jenny explained it's a curse, not a blessing you cast wily nily. So Warren decided it was better if he let his dog rest.
     
    Chapter 88: Something to Ponder
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    Once everyone understands what they need to do, I somehow manage to get the teens all home before midnight. Going to be another movie day I think.

    Darla isn't happy about her close call and storms right up the stairs without another word. But at least Angel and Dennis are up for the victory movie.

    Though I'm positive the tradition is here to stay, it's now carried on without Fred's vast collection of childhood tapes. The selection has shifted to whatever is playing on cable and some nights I'm flicking channels for a long time.

    "Someone called." Angel points to the red light on the answering machine as she heads into the kitchen for popcorn.

    Shrugging at the late hour, I have only a few guesses. "Probably just Lorne checking in on us."

    "Allen?" Giles' voice is the one that plays and I blink a few times. "Something seems to be going on with Buffy and her friends. You wouldn't happen to know what the cause is, would you?"

    The way he whispers the last part makes my heart clench in trepidation until he picks up where he left off. "Sorry about that. Buffy insisted I pay for her pizza and I really didn't like the way Marcie was eyeing the delivery boy."

    His voice is tight with obvious concern and I frantically wait for the next recording to fill me in. When it finally does, this time it's Joyce who speaks with a hushed tone.

    "Allen. Something is really wrong with Buffy and Rupert locked me in the basement..." She grumbles under her breath for a second. "Apparently for my own safety while he tries to send her friends home for the night."

    "Are they..." Joyce hesitates in her search for a safe word. "Like you?"

    "Get in the car Dennis." Without wasting a moment, I whirl to a concerned Angel next. "And you go tell Darla she might just get her payback tonight."

    She doesn't even bother acknowledging me and just dashes up the stairs. Hopping over the creaky stair with practised ease, Angel is hammering on the surly vampire's bedroom door before I grab an old sweater off the back of the couch.

    "You sure I'll be any help?" Frowning with concern, Dennis admits he has very little real experience in the field.

    "It's two on one if you stay here." Still outnumbered either way. "So you can have Willow." But I'm kind of hoping Russel can meet us.

    Grim in the artificial face, the phantom goes to the weapon rack with a heavy sigh. "I'm watching two movies while you're all at school."

    "So am I." Might even just call in sick if this ends up taking too long.

    Turning back to Angel as she arrives with our heavy hitter, I give her a desperate look. "Try calling Snyder and tell him we could really use him. If he doesn't pick up, call Miss Calendar instead."

    Not explaining why Russel would be over at her place, I hurriedly reach for the door. That last message was fifteen minutes ago, can't waste time on gossip.

    "Good thing you're used to getting your ass kicked Al." Darla doesn't hold back in her assessment of our chances. "Because I'm going to have my hands full with the Slayer."

    "Leaving me the middle of the pack?" Jesse has been taking the Judo lessons I suggested to Xander and I'm hoping he's to far gone to remember any of it. On the other hand I already know how savage Marcie Ross can get of her own volition.

    An angry shout from the doorway interrupts us. "Stop getting distracted! You don't need to beat them tonight!"

    Just make sure they don't eat anybody? That seems a bit more plausible.

    "You're absolutely right!" Closing my eyes to swallow the longing, I consider who would have the gear we need. "Call Fred instead and tell her I need to borrow some tear gas." Still not sure how Graham got her that stuff.

    Her dorm isn't too far out of the way and if the Primals are anything like me... They're going to be completely unprepared for a little chemical warfare.

    "That crap again?" Of course Darla remembers using it just before Christmas to flush the last of the Aurellians out of Nest's tunnels. "Well now you're definitely going in first."

    "Of course I am, how else are you getting an invite?" Joyce didn't seem like she wanted to offer one once you revealed the fangs at dinner.

    "Smart ass," hisses a pissed of woman with four hundred years worth of plans.

    Quipping back does settle my nerves enough for my leg to stop vibrating. "Better than being a dumb ass."

    "You are so lucky you're driving right now." Darla is still having hard time breaking away from the vampire instinct to discipline physically, her hand being visibly restrained from smacking the back of my head.

    "I'm just lucky I'm not doing this alone." That would have ended up with me being a midnight snack. "So you know, thanks for not skipping town on me."

    "I told you I'm sticking around until I have you figured out." The expressionless look I see in the rear view mirror gives me nothing to work with. "... You keep surprising me."

    "Good surprise or bad?" It really could go either way with you.

    A smirk takes over her face. "Mix of both really. But so far I'd call it a net positive."

    "And you aren't going to tell me what I've done wrong, are you?" It's plain to see by the way her eyes sparkle with mischief.

    "Nope." Darla shakes her head firmly. "If I do, that just means you're acting how I want you to. This way I get to find out exactly who the true Allen Doyle is."

    Something about her words strikes me and I realize I'm pretty much in the exact same boat. Allen Doyle is dead and I'm just the person driving his body. Did someone give Doyle the soul curse to shove me inside his skin?
     
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    • Chapter 89: Rolling Up
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    • Chapter 89: Rolling Up​

    "Hello?" My words echo through the eerily silent Summers' home as I turn back to Darla on the porch. "No point inviting you in anymore I guess. It'll just give Giles more busy work and I don't really want to annoy him right now."

    "You have to smell the blood." She stares me down and I reflexively take a sniff of the air.

    "Not picking up anything but some wine..." Following the scent down to the basement, I find what must be Joyce's entire collection has been smashed. "One of them is still thinking enough to cover their tracks!" And I'm guessing it's Willow.

    Knowing time is of the essence, I race back up the wooden steps with a few dirty shirts snatched from the hamper. Hope this is enough for me to track them.

    "Giles' car is still here." Dennis notices the car in the driveway isn't the same one Joyce brought to dinner.

    "Probably means Buffy decided she wanted to go for a spin." I'm not really sure where all the Buffy is a bad driver stuff came from. "So we should do a drive by of the mall." As far as I can remember it was just a mother's regular concern about handing over the keys to a child the thought irresponsible.

    Of course he locked it.     Annoyed when I find all the doors equally stuck, I end up smashing my elbow through the window before letting anyone else have a try. Giles can send me the bill.

    Grabbing the headrest, I pull it free from the driver's seat and inhale the man's scent. Once I have it memorized, I toss Darla the keys to the car. "Try not to get pulled over."

    "Climbing into the passenger seat of my own van, I quickly roll down the window. "And if I hear even one joke about sticking my head out the window like a dog, I'll make sure the only blood in the fridge is goat."

    "You wouldn't!" Aghast at the threat, Darla doesn't even consider making a stink.

    "Didn't you tell me all men are ass-holes?" It was an exaggeration born from a lifetime of experiences I can't even comprehend, I know that. "Well here's the proof that I'm just another one." But I'm taking more than a tad bit of enjoyment at how I can toss the words back in her face.

    Scowling in response, Darla proves she's actually been enjoying her time. "You know exactly why I said that and you've done nothing but disprove it. I'm mature enough to direct my hatred towards the scum of your gender."

    "So only like a third of us Sweetheart?" Dennis tries to bring the mood in the car back a less tense one and fails miserably considering Darla's stormy expression.

    "What did we say about those kinds of words Dennis?" Quickly trying to diffuse the fight I know will explode soon, I yank my head bank in the window with a frown.

    He's a good soul. But definitely still adjusting to the modern time period. "... They demean people and I shouldn't use them unless they give me permission first."

    "Knowing someone like you is shaping at least a handful of the next generation is the only reason I'm still here." Admitting that seems to cause Darla physical discomfort considering how quickly her frown turns into a wince. "So stop being so hard on yourself Allen. None of us are."

    I know she means still here on Earth and not just in Sunnydale. That kind of knowledge was really just what I needed, filling me with a srge of energy I haven't felt since Thanksgiving.

    I really have helped people, not just made everything worse. Only about half the stuff has gone really crazy and I should be counting that as a miracle.

    "Thanks Darla." Confidence back in my voice has her smirking in approval. "I really needed to hear that."

    "Never really had the chance to build someone up before. It was always about tearing them down to the worst version of themselves." Humming thoughtfully, Darla turns when I point to the left. "I can see why you chose the life you did."

    "Seeing the kids avoid a mistake they would have made even a week ago, that's really what makes me keep getting up each morning." And I can usually do that just by pointing out how their actions or words look to someone else.

    "Well you have Angel and Buffy..." Nodding along at the words, Dennis doesn't seem to realize he's included in the ones who need some of that guidance. "Darla has Jesse listening to her every word and even Willow and Amy have been scooped up. Who do I get to share my wisdom with?"

    Darla and I exchange awkward looks and I'm left with the job of answering. "Don't you already spend each afternoon with Warren?"

    "Yeah." He lets a grin take shape.

    I would rather the kid turn out a little bit prejudiced than a straight on murderer. "I'd pretty much call that a mentorship program. You know, if you take the time to share what you got in that bundle of wires we call a brain."

    "He likes coming over for dinner!" Realizes an excited phantom, his artificial chestnut ponytail sways excitably behind him. "I can teach him how to cook."

    "The excited mood doesn't last long, the strengthening scent leading us ever closer to the pack. Darla seems to agree when she makes her own welcome addition to the conversation. "Bleeding must have stopped because I can't smell the Watcher anymore."

    "I can." The trail led us straight to Xander's still empty house. "And I'm pretty sure everyone's inside right now. Six fresh trails lead inside and none of them have left yet."

    The least confident of us all is Dennis and he points out we don't have a plan. "So are we just running in and punching everyone in the face?"

    "We're getting the hostages out." The Primals can be dealt with more permanently once we have some magic on our side. "Shock and awe the pack with the flashbangs. Don't worry about really doing damage and just make sure no one dies." On either side.
     
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    • The primals went to Lex's place? So, either Giles convinced them to kill Xander, or there's some fuckery going on. I hope Giles isn't dead.
     
    RichardWhereat said:
    The primals went to Lex's place? So, either Giles convinced them to kill Xander, or there's some fuckery going on.

    I hope Giles isn't dead.
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    They did. It's the Pack's plan so expect it to be something more instinctive.

    Darla would have smelt it and even Doyle would have. Hyenas are not clean eaters. But someone on one of the 3 sites commented correctly near the beginning of this arc.

    This was all just my grand evil plot to get Jenny off the table so Giles/Joyce could happen... Mwa ha ha!
     
    RichardWhereat said:
    Ah, that's amusing. Shame it's to get Jesse and Cordy together.

    Wait, what if Lex turned Cordelia?
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    Cordy is probably my favourite character (up until Angel season 4) in both series. I wouldn't put it past me.

    Well, he was going to the Sunset Club when last we saw him. That is the last place Cordelia was. It would really hurt both Willow and Jesse, make Doyle feel like a failure, and I did give everyone a prophecy to decipher a couple weeks ago.
    .....

    EDIT: Since my Grandma died, we've been waiting for probate to finish. Just got our move out date so the house can be sold and I'm probably not going to be updating until I know where I'll be living.
     
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    RichardWhereat said:
    So this is where Lex underestimates Jesse's interest, and is finally ensouled?

    What do you mean by probate?
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    The team only has a couple days to even be able to cast the soul curse on Lex. Cathryn is going to be giving him protections stronger than anything Jenny/Amy/MAry/Tara can overcome (at least short term). I will say Cordelia is no longer a background character and is getting involved VERY soon. I can also say that someone has commented on how it's 3v4. That's really not good odds and something needs to be done about that.

    Just legal stuff. After someone dies, the property can't be sold for about 6 months. Until yesterday I had been stuck in limbo not knowing how long I was still needed as groundskeeper(otherwise insurance would need someone to stop by every 24 hours).
     
    Really sorry I didn't crosspost this the same day, I honestly just forgot with the terrible few weeks I was having.

    The whole situation has gone worse than I would like. It's completely ruined my mood or any desire to write about things working out/getting better. I don't want to ruin the tone of this story, so I'm pretty sure this is me ending it.

    My plans for the rest of S1: Lex/Vander helps Doyle free the Primals. He offers Willow and Jesse real power now that they've had a taste. They reject him

    Sid was going to be involved for the rest of the season and part of Season 2 (until the Initiative nabbed him).

    Kakistos was going to show up and be the Master Vampire in the season finale, with Lex siding with the heroes again. He others his friends the chance to become vampires and is firmly rejected this time.


    Lex thinks of the best way to hurt them both. So he uses the harvest ritual to absorb the rest of his bloodline with Cathrynss help (Except the 4 master vampires). and turns Cordelia. He also tells the Mayor that Doyle isn't on his side.

    Doyle REveals all the coming Apocalypses and the team plans for them over the summer.

    S2: The Mayor starts interfering/helping Lex. Jenny gets visited by D'Hoffryn and she accepts his deal (the deal is kept secret for later, but essentially she's trying to give the team more power agaisnt the big bads that Doyle has now revealed.). Snyder starts getting taller and stronger over the season, but it's chalked up to the magic jacket/armbands, eventually going full troll and having to go face his mother.

    Accidental wish to Jenny has Canon Buffy appear suddenly (She's the same age as Doyle, Buffy in the few seconds between jumping into the glowing lights and dying). She tells fic Buffy to live and not gie up on life, sacrifices herself. Ted shocks her heart back awake and she gets sent back to Canon but is alive, skipping season 6/7 of canon Buffy

    Kendra arrives at the Hyperion and falls for Charles. Gwen brings her to Sunnydale to meet Buffy/look for the glove, she gets recruited by Lex. Ritual to drain Darla and Liam is underway (Amy was kidnapped to do the magic after most of Lex's team has been dealt with). Gwen finds Molochs book and uses it to infect Ted and the robot dogs the Hyena Primals get put in. The Robot dogs eat Flootie and Doyle gets the principal job.

    Spike and Dru don't show up this season, with Cordelia/Lex replacing them. Liam returns around the time Kendra did in canon, so Buffy thinks he's an evil vampire.

    Vamp Cordelia gets really caught up in the being an evil queen thing(uses her parents money to actually pay for Terakans), Lex feels a surge of something enter him, the heroes arrive and save the day. Cordelia ends up leaving Lex to die in the church fire. Doyle checks once the blaze dies down and finds Lex managed to survive. Amy Reveals she cursed him with a soul and that was the surge of energy, not the ritual giving him the Aurelian bloodline power. 3 Vampires with a soul by the time Liam returned to sunnydale. Cordelia sees no reason to stick around and goes to LA to become a famous actress, gets connected with Winters/Wolfram and HArt (who now want access to a seer with such accurate visions). So they set up a branch in Season 3.

    Marcie feels ignored and vanishes for hours at a time. The Mayor blows up/burns down the Sunset club. Some teens die and they can't find Marcie.

    Jonathan uses his rifle and blows the Mayors head open. He gets arrested for it and while he's alone in his cell, invisible Marcie whispers in his ear. So he's not alone while in Jail.


    Season 3: Wolfram and Hart + the Initiative + The bad section of the Watchers Council (Faith and the potentials are essentially brainwashed warriors for Jasmine and they do the whole chain resusitation thing for a whole battalion of Slayers)).

    Riley was going to be turned into Adam who ends up wiping out Wolfram and Hart's Sunnydale base. He teams up with Eve since she can do magic stuff.

    Holtz and Sahjan. Baby Connor is in the end of Season 3.

    Season 4 is Glory, Caleb, Jasmine. Dawn ends up becoming Doyle/Harriets kid and she needs to live with Doyle now. Harriet gets taken out by One of Jasmine's agents, when Glory is getting too close.

    Jon and Marcie get broken out of Jail when the city evacuates and they rejoin the team for the grand finale. Doyle, Buffy, Liam ride of into the Pylean Sunset with Connor and Dawn.
     
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