Buffy and Angel walked close together, Angel's right arm wrapped tightly around the back of Buffy's waist. Buffy pushed the door open, giggling from Angel's small nibbling on her neck, slightly tickling the skin.

Orin didn't recognize them coming in, he didn't even hear them, which was very unusual, the couple had made more than enough noise to make their presence known. Noticing that the lights were on, and moved his attention to the couch, seeing Orin hovered over Caela, his body dangerously close to hers. He rushed up behind Orin and yanked on his shirt, pulling him off of the couch and sending him stumbling towards the door. "Get out!" He hissed at the boy.

Buffy realized that Caela was not awake, but put it off for the time being, focusing on what to do with Orin; save him from Angel or let Angel do what he saw fit to the boy? It was a tough debate.

Orin was flustered, he knew what they were thinking, but wasn't presently worried about it. More so, about Caela's health. "Please...Let me stay with her." He made an attempt to go back to her side on the couch.

Angel put his hands flat on Orin's chest and held them firmly. "No!" His voice raised loud enough for the house residents next door to hear. After hearing Angel's loud menacing voice, with his unwarned tone, Caela sat straight up and began screaming in chants the same sentence, in her native language, Gaelic. This time Angel was too confused to make it out. And with Caela being frantic while she spoke it didn't make it any easier.

"Reif euit me! Reif euit me! Reif euit me!" Tears streamed down her face. Buffy was now sitting next to her on the couch, curling the girl up next to her, whispering comforting and soothing words. Orin was able to make his way past Angel, since his barrier was, too, distracted by the drama. He sat in front of her on the carpet and spoke softly, with his hands on her cheeks.

"Shhh.......relax...Its ok....You're safe.....Shhhh....." He felt like he was going to be sick at just seeing Caela so upset. But his thoughts transferred from hurt to bewilderment and surprise. She switched positions to where she rested her head against Orin's chest rather than Buffy's.

Angel still stood to the side watching everything, not really sure of what to do and how to react. It was obvious that Caela was fine, as much as possible that is, with Orin, and still trying to decipher her words. His forehead scrunched up as his thoughts became more difficult for him. Finally, Buffy interupted his thoughts.

"Angel, what did she say?" Angel came closer and scrunched down next to Orin, resting his hand on her back, lightly rubbing it in an up and down pattern.

He shook his head as he answered Buffy. "There are many things that she could be saying this time. She wasn't clear... I-I can't make it-"

"He's the one." Angel looked at her as she turned her head so that she face him, still resting against Orin's chest.

"What? What do you mean?" Angel brushed back a few strands of hair from her face.

"I didn't tell ya everything...I was afraid dat it might had been true. I didn't want-"

"Shhh....its ok, We aren't upset, just tell us what you didn't tell us before." Angel sat quietly and waited for her to gather herself and tell them the rest of "Everything."

She took a deep breath and sat up from Orin, sitting straight, showing herself as a proud and able young woman. "There must be a sacrifice in order for us to complete our mission." She looked at Orin, tears brimming her eyes, Angel could tell she wasn't going to last much longer. "Reif euit me." She whispered and started to sob silently, at first, then a little louder as she started to suck in breaths. Angel leaned over and hugged her tight, her arms resting on his shoulders and around his neck, burying her face against him as she cried. Angel waited for a minute, realizing that she was not going to be relaxing anytime soon and scooped her up from the couch and climbed the stairs to Buffy's room.

"Would you like to help me make some tea while I clue you in?" Buffy stood up and rearranged her clothes from being slightly messed from sitting in an odd position.

Orin stood up promptly and nodded. "Yes please."

Part Ten

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