I own nothing, Joss and Mutant enemy own everything, yadda, yadda, yadda. I'm just a fan, please don't sue.
This is a sequal to my first Fanfic, Becoming III. Hope you enjoy.
Angel was back in Sunnydale. He was looking for them. He needed help. Only they could help him. He finally came upon the school and the lights were on in the library as always. Hesitantly he walked in. Willow noticed him first. "Oh, Angel. Uh, um, hi."
The rest of the gang spun around in shock. Buffy looked hopeful and frightened. "Angel, you're back.."
"Yeah, and I need your help. Callista's gone. I can't find her." The terror and desperation shone in his eyes. Angel sank weakly into a chair. He had left here three months ago. Now he was back begging for their help.
Giles straightened. "What do you mean she's gone?"
"She disappeared. We......we got in a fight one night and she went out for some air. She never came back. I know something happened. I felt her terror but I couldn't tell where she was or what was happening. I know she's alive, I can feel it. But thats all I know. Somethings blocking our connection. And its strong."
"Well, well. Dead boy needs our help. I love it. We have to come to his rescue. I absolutely love this." Xander laughed. He regretted it a second later when Angel vamped out, grabbed him and put him up against the wall.
"Do you think this is a joke?!" Angel was loosing his grip on his anger. "You think its funny?"
Buffy started forward trying to calm Angel. "Angel come on don't do this. Don't throw the last hundred years away because of one person, one girl."
Angel was in an absolute rage. "She's not just any girl. I'd give my life for hers in a second. This is the first time in over one hundred years that I haven't been able to feel her. Now this idiot wants to make a joke out of it. I'll teach him to......."
"Angel stop it!" Whistler ran into the room and pulled Angel off Xander. You could tell that Xanders life had been passing before his eyes. "Angel! Enough!"
Angel was furious, but somehow he managed to calm down. Well, at least he restrained himself from killing Xander. "I'm backing off."
"Hi. So did you like my entrance?" Whistler asked. He looked at Angel and shook his head. "I don't know what it is with those two. You mess with one and the other goes in to pyscho mode." He turned to Giles, steering them to safer ground. "Do you think you can help us find Callista?"
"We can try."
Callista opened her eyes and winced at the pain. She was in a dark room, chained to a wooden and very uncomfortable chair. Since she had been kidnapped almost a week ago, she had been in constant pain. What she could see of herself, was broken, bloody and bruised. She had been attacked in an alley by vampires, and there had been too many. Even for her. She had been overwhelmed and brained from behind. She had been brought here, wherever here was. During that time she had been beaten repeatedly for no reason and continuously drugged.
Through the fog in her mind she thought, *What do they want? I've been here for days and besides keeping me as weak and miserable as possible they haven't even bothered with me* She sighed and closed her eyes. What she would have given to open her eyes and to have seen Angel. The room was so dark, to a vampire the darkness is thrilling. But now it was terrifying. It would feel so good to feel his arms around her and to sob into his shoulder. She was scared out of her mind. But just then a comforting though came to her. *At least this can't get much worse* Guess what? It got worse, much worse. The door to her cell opened and her eyes grew wide and she gasped. "No, you're dead. You can't be here." It was one of the few creatures who could cause Callista to instantly panick. A Vampire. Her Sire. The Master. "Dear God....."
"Now my child is that anyway to greet your lord?" The Master drew nearer and took her chin in her hand. She tried to twitch out of his grasp but he was too strong and she was too weak.
"What do you want? How can you be alive?" she stammered.
"Now, you're not in a position to be asking questions." He broke the chains binding her to the chair and lift her into the air by her neck. Slowly and steadily he began to tighten his grip.
"Please.....don't kill me." she sobbed tears rolling down her face. She was truly and utterly terrified.
"Sshh. Don't worry child. I'm not going to kill you....yet. Just make you suffer. Letting up on the connection you and Angelus share just enough to let him feel your pain, your weakness. He will come and so will the Slayer. And I will have them both."
Whistler had gone, he had business to take care of. Buffy had gone to the club and beat the crap out of Willy again. What she found out chilled her to the bone. She ran back to the library as fast as she could. "Hey guys!"
"In here." Giles answered.
She rounded the corner and screeched to a halt. She reguarded her friends soberly. "I got bad news. The Master's alive."
Angel straightened and slammed his fist into the wall. "It figures. He has the strength it would take to block our connection. But how is he alive? It fits though, he would want....ahhhh!"
Angel hands flew to his head and his knees grew weak. He fell to the ground. He could feel her. She was terrified and in pain. But he still couldn't tell where she was. He realized what was happening. The Master was playing games. Using her as bait for him and Buffy. "Damn him!"
"What is it?" Cordy asked.
"He's playing games. Using her as bait for me and Buffy. He's going to continuously torture her never letting me feel where she is. But he knows I'll figure it out. He's also using this to break my concentration. To make me sloppy. He wants us to come."
"Didn't anyone ever tell him to be careful what he wished for?" Buffy said with a dangerous smile on her face. "Angel, just try to concentrate. Can you figure out where she is?"
Angel closed his eyes and tried to relax. Suddenly his eyes snapped open. "Of Course. She's in Sunnydale, in the church underground. The place around her was dark and she really couldn't see but it felt familiar."
Buffy smiled. "Looks like he's going to get his wish."
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