"Buffy?" She was startled out of her reverie by a soft worried voice.
"Hmm?" She turned to Willow.
"Uh, you're crying, that's of the bad."
Buffy wiped her eyes and smiled at Willow's choice of words. "Flashbacks ubersuck," she stated simply.
"Hello, you funky party weasels! Are you ready to get DOWN with your bad selves?" Xander's sugar hyped comment came at the perfect time.
"Xander!" they shook their heads and groaned.
A dopey grin appeared on Xander's face. "Hey, not like I don't luv ya, Xand, but could you stop smiling like that at me? People are looking!" Cordelia scrunched her nose at him.
He muttered something that sounded like, "Idiot Jed strikes again!"
"SHHHHHHH! Oz's band is starting!" Willow turned to stare at the stage, enraptured. All the friends sat is silence. Not knowing what lay in wait.
Silently, he stood, bathed in shadows. Silently, watching, waiting. Silently, in no hurry. Anticipating the joy and glory he will get when he killed them, her. An evil smile turned the corner of Angelus' lips. Everyone that night, excluding the band, was strangely... silent.