Angelus sighed as he paced inside the confines of the library book cage. It was night and the only time he could safely get any feeding done. He shouldn't be cooped up like an animal, even though that might have been what he was... to some people.

"You have no idea what you're doing," he told the people outside. "You can't hold me in here forever."

The group outside ignored him and frustration set in as he growled and rattled the cage fervently, his vampiric face now evident. Still, with all his strength, it would not open. He had to get out of there he told himself. They were getting closer to the truth, and he had to leave before any of them had a chance to realize it.

A janitor had found a disk in the computer lab, something that stupid teacher Miss Calendar must have left, and given it to Giles, hoping he could find some use for it. Now they all watched as Willow hurried to decipher its contents. Soon they would figure out that it was the secret to hopefully restoring his soul and attempt the ritual. He couldn't go back to that, feeding off refrigerated blood packets and hiding from the rest of the world. He wouldn't.

That wasn't the only thing he dreaded. Sunrise was coming, it was about three hours away, and every vampire knew what that meant: death. Two large, rectangular windows were set in the wall in front of him, facing directly onto the cage and the stacks of books surrounding it. If he didn't get out of there fast, it would be too late.

Stepping back against the wall, he ran forward and slammed into the door with all his might, hoping to break the lock and tear it off its hinges. It was useless. He was trapped, and there was nothing he could do to help it.

"You know, I'd calm down if I were you," Buffy said to him coolly, walking past while keeping a safe distance from the angry vamp. "You're not getting out, and I don't think any of your pals are going to come out and rescue you. At least not tonight."

Earlier that night, she'd had a run in with Drusilla, who was out with Spike, taking him for a roll. His injuries were healing, but he was still bound to that wheelchair, making it hard for him to do any of those things vamps love: hunting, feeding, maiming, and killing their victims. The usual.

They may have been the most powerful demons in Sunnydale, maybe even the world, but they certainly weren't that bright. Stupidly, Dru had ordered most of her guards to remain at the factory, leaving only a few with herself and her beau, a very unlucky move.

Buffy quickly worked her way through the guards with the help of Giles and the Slayerettes and moved on to Dru. Spike was in no condition to fight and although he tried to stop it, Buffy staked Drusilla right through the heart, turning her into a pile of ashes on the ground. That was the end of the reign of Spike and Drusilla.

Spike managed to roll off somewhere, and she didn't feel the need to follow. He might have been a demon inside a man's body, but he still lost his love and she respected his right to be alone.

She didn't know how she was able to overcome Drusilla. All she knew was as soon as she saw her, she felt empowered by something: rage. She wanted revenge.

Angel had died, she knew that now. He had turned back into what he was before, a vicious vampire, and moved in with Spike and Dru. That was a vampire's nature you could say. To be with his own kind and to feed and kill. All her anger over the situation came out in one huge burst and then boom! Dru was gone.

Spike went back to the factory - It was a stupid move, but he didn't care - to relay to Angelus the news of Drusilla's demise. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop the slayer and her friends, but Angelus would be. And he was right.

Upon hearing what had happened, Angelus marched over to the library with a small army of guards to retaliate. There was a tremendous battle between the two sides, namely Angelus and Buffy, with the vampires coming out ahead.

Somehow, Angelus let that get to his head. He began to act cocky, and that was what did him in. Buffy and company managed to lure him into the book cage and trap him there, with no way to get out. The troops saw what happened to their leader and immediately fell apart, retreating back to their hideaway.

The slayer. Letting out a low growl, Angelus bared his fangs at her. She really was an annoyance. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed it before. However, that only made him want her more.

With his soul, he had loved her and the remains of that were still evident inside of him. Instead of leaving, his soul was buried under the demon, but somehow he found he still cared for this girl in his own twisted way. He loved her and wanted her by his side. He would change her and together they would rule the world. That was, if he could ever get out.

"Hey, this isn't the way I wanted to spend my Saturday night either," she said, unimpressed, as she rejoined the rest of her group. "What've we got?" she asked, sliding into a chair next to the computer.

"It appears that, uh, before she died Jenny had found a way to restore Angel's soul," Giles informed her. "It was in an ancient passage of some sort that she translated on the computer. It's really quite simple. We only need a few things to complete it."

"Then let's do it."