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"I don't fuckin' remember invitin' any of you assholes to this little party. So, whatever. I'm outta here. You wanna have your big happy family, fine. I got better things to do."

I arched a shapely eyebrow as Faith made her dramatic exit. Not exactly oozing with finesse, especially with that knee to Spike's nether regions. I didn't exactly appreciate the shove to the wall either, but Faith was a loose cannon that you didn't want to openly provoke, unless you had an ace in the hole. Which I didn't yet, but I was working on it.

Spike response was predictable and soon it was just me and the big guy left. I turned to him and smirked.

"Well. So much for the big update on what Spike unleashed. Oh well, I'm sure I can find out the details some other way. At least one of us still has connections at our disposal. So are you still subject to that truth spell? Or did you manage to spill your deepest darkest secrets to someone before we had our nice little get together?"

I wasn't sure how we should be acting together, after all the last time we'd been alone, we'd been making out, trying to fool the First that our hormones were getting the better of us. Then again, Faith's intervention had supposedly put the kibosh on that, so I guess we didn't have to maintain that charade.

I couldn't resist coming a little closer though, and playing it up. Just to see how Angelus reacted.

"So now that Faith the wonder Vamp is out of the way, I presume you have plans...hopefully you are going to tell me what those are..." I let my hand snake up and start to caress the exposed part of his neck, right where is shirt was unbuttoned.

{Any news on how to keep the First off of our backs, or have you been wasting all day on trying to keep Faith on hers?}

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"I don't fuckin' remember invitin' any of you assholes to this little party. So, whatever. I'm outta here. You wanna have your big happy family, fine. I got better things to do."

I arched a shapely eyebrow as Faith made her dramatic exit. Not exactly oozing with finesse, especially with that knee to Spike's nether regions. I didn't exactly appreciate the shove to the wall either, but Faith was a loose cannon that you didn't want to openly provoke, unless you had an ace in the hole. Which I didn't yet, but I was working on it.

Spike response was predictable and soon it was just me and the big guy left. I turned to him and smirked.

"Well. So much for the big update on what Spike unleashed. Oh well, I'm sure I can find out the details some other way. At least one of us still has connections at our disposal. So are you still subject to that truth spell? Or did you manage to spill your deepest darkest secrets to someone before we had our nice little get together?"

I wasn't sure how we should be acting together, after all the last time we'd been alone, we'd been making out, trying to fool the First that our hormones were getting the better of us. Then again, Faith's intervention had supposedly put the kibosh on that, so I guess we didn't have to maintain that charade.

I couldn't resist coming a little closer though, and playing it up. Just to see how Angelus reacted.

"So now that Faith the wonder Vamp is out of the way, I presume you have plans...hopefully you are going to tell me what those are..." I let my hand snake up and start to caress the exposed part of his neck, right where is shirt was unbuttoned.

{Any news on how to keep the First off of our backs, or have you been wasting all day on trying to keep Faith on hers?}

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I arranged to meet the Arcane Brotherhood of Tesk some three hours drive outside of town. Apparently they were on a retreat for the weekend, hard to reach. But I'd pulled strings and got them on the SAT phone. Seems they were all for embracing technology when it meant furthering their cause.

The cult had a fairly innocuous sounding name, unless you knew about Tesk, and his delightful penchant for disembowelling children and eating their small intestine. Not a guy to piss off. Especially if you had offspring. He was a trans-dimensional demon, flitting around worlds like a socialite, stirring up trouble, collecting tribute, doling out the arcane secrets to his powers to his most fervent followers, like Santa Claus handing out candy to all the 'good' boys and girls. Tesk also had a tendency to spout prophecies concerning apocalypses whenever he popped in for a visit. Sheesh you'd think apocalypses were dime a dozen the way he went on about them. Or so it was reported. I'd never met him personally and hoped I never would.

Still, his cult here on this world had proved to be extremely valuable as a resource for Wolfram and Hart. We'd had amicable dealings with them in the past, and once they signed a contract they *always* came through. In return we'd supplied them with whatever they'd requested. Money, sacrifices, objects of power. I'd employed their services a year ago, dealing with banishing a particulary pesky employee who'd proven unkillable. And here I was again, wanting to get them to come to the party on a hell-raising, driving out to god-knows-where to do a meet and greet at some sweat lodge. Oh well, whatever it took to get the job done, right?

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I arranged to meet the Arcane Brotherhood of Tesk some three hours drive outside of town. Apparently they were on a retreat for the weekend, hard to reach. But I'd pulled strings and got them on the SAT phone. Seems they were all for embracing technology when it meant furthering their cause.

The cult had a fairly innocuous sounding name, unless you knew about Tesk, and his delightful penchant for disembowelling children and eating their small intestine. Not a guy to piss off. Especially if you had offspring. He was a trans-dimensional demon, flitting around worlds like a socialite, stirring up trouble, collecting tribute, doling out the arcane secrets to his powers to his most fervent followers, like Santa Claus handing out candy to all the 'good' boys and girls. Tesk also had a tendency to spout prophecies concerning apocalypses whenever he popped in for a visit. Sheesh you'd think apocalypses were dime a dozen the way he went on about them. Or so it was reported. I'd never met him personally and hoped I never would.

Still, his cult here on this world had proved to be extremely valuable as a resource for Wolfram and Hart. We'd had amicable dealings with them in the past, and once they signed a contract they *always* came through. In return we'd supplied them with whatever they'd requested. Money, sacrifices, objects of power. I'd employed their services a year ago, dealing with banishing a particulary pesky employee who'd proven unkillable. And here I was again, wanting to get them to come to the party on a hell-raising, driving out to god-knows-where to do a meet and greet at some sweat lodge. Oh well, whatever it took to get the job done, right?

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So I finally got to the end of the dirt road, parked the rental, and walked the final half mile along a dusty goat trail to the coordinates they'd given me. I sucked on my almost empty bottle of evian water like a mad thing as I trudged. By the time I got there the sun was high above me in the sky, and I was hot, sweaty and covered with grime. My silk blouse was stuck to my skin in several places because of the heat. Not a happy camper.

Peter Parker was there to greet me. Yeah, I loved the name, the thought of him wearing red lycra was a constant source of amusement. Helped me avoid thinking about the cold, almost dead look in the gaze he afforded me.

"Lilah Morgan." I began, holding out my hand and plastering on my best smile. He merely nodded and gestured for me to follow him. A real talker. Wouldn't ya know it, he lead me to a tent covered in animal skins. Just my luck.

"So, this is where I get naked, I take it?" I asked, wanting confirmation, because you never knew with these cult types what floated their boats.

"Yes, you must remove all that ties you to this plane." Swell. I shrugged and began to strip, handing him my clothes one by one, and placing my panties daintily on the top, with a smirk. He didn't seem to care, and walked off without a word.

I took a breath to gather my composure and lifted the flap to the sweatlodge, entering into the gloom. A bunch of naked, mostly middle aged men regarded me with interest and a few lustful stares. I resisted the impulse to cover myself, god was I thirteen again, get a grip girl.

"Ah, Miss Morgan. Pleased you could join us. Sit, partake." A wizened old man, who I took to be the big cheese, gestured for me to sit and passed me a bowl. I didn't even want to guess what was in it. Screwing up my courage I took a gulp. Gah, nasty. Coppery, probably had blood in it. The men nodded with satisfaction though at my actions.

"A hell-raising. That will cost you a pretty penny. Opening a hellmouth is not the usual standard fare. We will ask you for much in return." So, the negotiations had begun. The leader nodded to a small boy crouched in the corner, he come forward and handed me a scroll. I skimmed through the list, most of it was easily do-able. Several were hard but not impossible. A few things were going to really push the envelope, but I knew I could swing it if I called in a few favors. But the last thing on the list caused me to look at them with disbelief.

"You can't be serious. Anthony Sewell never asked for that when I dealt with him last time." I looked at all of them, there had to be a dozen men crowded in the tent. And they were all looking at me in a way that made my skin crawl.

"Anthony Sewell incurred our master's wrath. He is dead now. That is our asking price Miss Morgan." Ok, there was no way I was getting out of this. Shit, I should have known. I bet Lindsey was having a fine old time spreading rumors and busting a few demon heads. Me? I got to take part in a ritual with a dozen ugly old fat assed men. Goody.

"Alrighty then. Let's get started." I murmured, suppressing the urge to bolt out the door. I realised that the mixture they had had me ingest had some kind of drug in it. I was beginning to feel light headed, euphoric. I held out my hand, and a knife was placed into it, hilt first. I grabbed the boy and made him lie down in front of me. Two of the cult members pinned him down while I began to cut. I just kept telling myself I was painting a picture, on somebody's skin. Painting. Luckily someone clamped a hand on the kid before he started screaming his head off. When I was done cutting, each man dipped their fingers in the boy's blood and then daubed my body with it. I did everything in my power to not gag from the smell of the clotting blood, the open belly. Thankfully they didn't make me eat any part of the kid before they dragged his body away.

Still, I wasn't done yet.

All of the men looked at me expectantly. I obediently lay down on the reed mat and shut my eyes. Good thing they'd drugged me. With every thrust, I imagined myself plunging a stake into Angel's heart and watching him explode into dust.

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A flicker of light pierced the gloom as I began to awaken. My eyelids fluttered open, and I squinted, trying to adjust to the new light level. I could hear people talking, dull murmurs, muffled in some way. Ok, this was not what I expected. Not at all. Where the hell was I? And why couldn't I go back to that dream I was having?

"Come on, I bet you'll say it first." I tease, as I straddle him, tracing lazy circles on his bare chest.

"Oh, is that so? I beg to differ. I wager that you will be the first to call this thing we have a 'relationship'." He replies with a smirk, waving the dollar bill in front of my face.

"So what does the winner get?"

"The loser's signature on the bill, and... hmmm satisfaction of their choice." He pulls me around so that I'm lying underneath him.

"Oooh, I like the sound of that. You're on. And you are so gonna lose." I chuckle and tilt my head up for a kiss...


I jolted awake again when I head someone call my name. Then I realised I was staring out of a tiny glass window and was in a cramped space, like a cell, or... a sarcophagus. I began to panic and push at the sides of the walls that were incarcerating me. Then the front piece of my prison hissed open and I found myself looking at a woman I'd never seen before. She smiled at me in the way that a scientist smiles at their next dissection. She looked harmless enough, but looks could be deceiving.

I stumbled forward and gripped the side of the chamber.

"What's going on? Who are you?.... And hello? Some clothes would be nice around about now." I croaked as I looked down at myself and realised I was completely buck naked. Way to go Lilah, way to make a first impression.

(Open to Eve)

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If it wasn't bad enough that I was the one who got sent to the ass-end of California to re-open the Hellmouth and make sure that evil has a field day in Sunnydale, but then I'm told that Lindsey is back in the game and going to be my liaison there?

What the hell were they playing at? Liaison my ass. They just didn't think I could do the job on my own. Their golden boy wants back in and they're all over him like a week old rash. I wondered what he did to get back into their good graces. I mean come on! Were they forgetting the evil hand incident? He was the one who wanted out, he was the one who gave them the proverbial finger.

Sure he might have saved me from the chop when he left, I did owe him for that. But I wasn't gonna take this lying down, or bent over for that matter. I was in charge of this project and Lindsey'd better accept that.

Now that Fluffy the Slayer was out of the picture, the opportunity to move in on Sunnydale and drum up some good old fashioned mayhem was too good for the firm to pass up. But really couldn't evil have picked a better place to set up shop? Somewhere a little more civilised?

Sunnydale was a backwater dump if ever I saw one, and yay me I got to spend the next few weeks here with Lindsey. I'd just have to make sure everything went smoothly so I could go back to my cushy penthouse and my creature comforts. Did they even have shiatsu masseur out here? I should have organised for Chyou to come out with me. I guess I could make a call later.

The limo pulled up to our new base of operations. The Wilkins. Sunnydale's one and only hotel, renamed after their late great mayor: Richard Wilkins III. Had to love the irony of a town renaming a building posthumously, after a mayor who tried to become a giant immortal snake and devour the entire class of '99. I got out of the car and looked up at my new home away from home.

You have got to be kidding me...

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Linwood is not amused.

He calls me into the office and demands to know why I commandeered a strike team without his authorisation. I'd filed the request, but with the intel being so hot, I'd had to act quickly. Of course I had banked on the operation going smoothly, and Linwood commending me on my foresight when I handed him Faith on a platter. So much for that, thanks to the Super Friends.

So I have to stand there and take it like a man, while he rips my failed plan to shreds. I know what's coming up, I can hear him building to up to it in his little tirade. He loves riding me hard. One of these days Linwood, I'll be the one screwing you.

"And to top it all off, you nearly ruined our plans concerning the vampire with a soul. Angel is not to be risked at this time, you know that. And yet you continue to push the envelope regarding him. Is there some unhealthy attachment there you want to tell me about Lilah?" I want to wipe that insinuating leer off of his superior face, but instead I shake my head emphatically.

"No, sir. I just feel that I can't do my job properly with one hand tied behind my back like this." Might as well get it out in the open. The policy stinks. "The prophecy regarding Angel-"

"Find a way to get it done. Or else you'll find yourself with more than one hand tied behind your back. And the prophecy is none of your concern for the present time. Don't trouble yourself over it, Lilah. I believe you have other projects to try not to foul up." The tone of dismissal is clear. I am in the dog box yet again.

I take my leave and go back to my office. Not a good day. What did Linwood mean about the prophecy not being my concern? Ever since Lindsey left I was in charge of that project. Angel's ass was mine.... wasn't it?
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I instruct the retrieval squad to mobilise, and climb into the last van myself. I'm going to oversee this one myself.

Turns out the Watcher's Council wanted to get their grubby little hands on the rogue slayer. Weren't happy with Faith's trip to atonement land. I guess they wanted to tidy up their embarrassment, hide the dirty laundry. So damn british of them. Well, they weren't going to waste a potential weapon if I had anything to do with it. It hadn't been hard to track down their movements, and pinpoint the warehouse where they were probably storing Faith. So predictable, it would be their downfall one day.

I radio ahead to the units already moving into position.

"I want the slayer kept alive at all costs. You hear me? Anyone failing to comply will have their balls yanked off and fed to their kids." With that I lean back, and wait for the show to begin.

Scoring a slayer was going to rebalance the books. I'd finally be ahead of the game on my own terms without Lindsey's shadow hanging over me. Besides, I kinda liked the idea of having Faith around. The way she'd reduced Lee's face to pulp had warmed the cockles of my cold heart. She'd have to be tamed of course. But it would be delicious to see her finally broken and remade into a tool. One that I would get to wield, if the Seniors allowed it.

At last we reach the perimeter of the strike zone. We pull up, and I patch into the team doing the initial recon.

"No one acts until I authorize it. First we need to get a positive sighting on the position of the slayer." I watch the monitors, observe the various members of the team moving in on the compound. It wouldn't be long now. Soon I'd have myself a little firebrand of my own.

I give the go ahead for the operation to begin. As I watch, the alpha team get into the rear position and start to engage the two guards at the back door. There is an exhchange of gunfire. Simultaneously the beta unit is moving in on the front entrance.

"Wait a minute, who the hell are they?" I exclaim with irritation pointing at two figures on the screen who have stormed the front door ahead of the team.

"Sorry ma'am they must have got past the perimeter." Replied the commander of Beta.

The images become clearer, I lean forward and recognize who the two interlopers are. Cordelia Chase and Wesley Wyndham Pryce. Damn it. That meant Angel was nearby.

"Ma'am do we have authorization to take them out too?.....ma'am?"

I am tempted. Erase a few of the good'n'plenty's. Especially that vision-bitch Cordelia. I could always claim they were collateral damage of the operation.

But if they were here on a rescue mission, then that means Angel is probably about to swoop in and join the fray.

It is too risky, considering the bunglers who had not even noticed their arrival. I can't guarantee Angel would not get caught in the crossfire.

Not that I care. Taking Angel down would suit me just fine. But Linwood has been riding my back about the Firm's policy.
No endangering the Vampire with a Soul without sanction.

"Screw it!" I swear down my headset. "Withdraw the damn team."

"But ma'am Alpha team is finished with the rear and ready to-" Protests Beta-leader.

"You heard me, do you need a new set of ears? Pull out, return to base." I sit back in my seat, seething with frustration. How can I do my job when one of my hands are tied behind my back like this? Someone's going to pay. Starting with the idiots who were guarding the perimeter.

My van pulls away, and I push play back on the survellance recording, rewatching Cordelia and Wesley in action. I give an ironic bitter little laugh. I guess I wore my whitehat today by accident.

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"So, what? She just up an disappeared from her prison cell? Pulled a Dorothy and clicked her ruby slippers three times?" My voice drips with sarcasm. "You were supposed to be keeping tabs on the slayer. That's what I'm paying you for isn't it, or would you prefer a different arrangement? One where you wake up in your cell with your skin missing." I'm tired of the incompetence I have to deal with. No wonder I hate to delegate. If you want something done....

I make some calls, instruct my contacts to send the feelers out. Who would have the time and resources to plan a jail break besides Wolfram and Hart? It's damned frustrating considering the plans I myself had had in place concerning our little errant rogue slayer. Faith. She'd pulled a fast one on us and I wasn't about to let that slide. Turning herself in had been a surprise though. Not that I believed for a second that she was all fluff and sweetness now.

Redeemed? Atoning? Those were just words that soul boy threw around to hide behind the truth. That you never come back from being bad. Committing evil taints you, makes you rotten on the inside. No amount of being sorry, and saving puppies was going to change what you did and who you really are deep inside. A killer.

And I was totally fine with that.

Perhaps I could turn this into my advantage. Find Faith myself and grab her for the firm. With reconditioning she could be an asset to Wolfram and Hart. A slayer working for us, whether it was free will or not, that'd be a notch in my belt. And it would keep my superiors off my back.

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This was not happening. This was not fucking happening.

I slammed my cellphone shut. Not a damn message.

The firm was in a panic over the deaths of Lindsey and Holland. The mad scramble to pass the blame and grab for power during the reshuffle was in full swing. Already I was feeling the big freeze out. No one was returning my messages.

Why was I alive, and not those two? How had I managed to escape the wrath of Angelus, Darla and vamped Lindsey? As I strode down the corridor, I saw the stares and heard the whispers my fellow associates were directing my way. I knew what that meant. I might as well have grown horns and started eating garbage.

I needed to do something, and soon. I had already stayed late last night, sifting through all the files I could find in Lindsey's and Holland's offices. I thought I had managed to create enough of a paper trail to deny whatever culpability the higher ups threw my way. But I couldn't be sure it was enough.

I went into my office, deciding I'd better come up with Plan B, a bolder plan.
I was too late though, for as soon as I sat down, the call came in. I was summoned to an emergency meeting. This could be it. I packed a pistol into my hand bag. Damn it, it was all Angel's fault. If he hadn't turned Darla, I wouldn't be in this fucking position. On my knees with the sword suspended above me, hanging by a single hair thread. I popped a couple of valium to steady my nerves, before heading to the alloted boardroom. There were two guards posted outside. Oh that was real comforting.

"Sit down Lilah, we have much to discuss." Hunt gestured for me to take a chair. I did so, trying to hide how shakey my hands were.

"The firm feels that this is to be a time for reflection and grief. In one devastating blow we have lost two of our most dedicated and irreplacable Junior partners."

"Sir, it was Angel-" Hunt's glance silenced me.

"The Special Projects Division is now without leadership. This vacancy needs to be filled at once to ensure that stability is restored, and operations can get back to maximum efficiency. Ms Morgan, your track record has been spotty at best. You have wracked up some impressive failures, and let your competitiveness with Lindsey MacDonald become an obsession."

I could hear the sword beginning to fall. I furtively reached for my bag.

"However, you have shown great ambition, initiative and ruthlessness which are still considered assets to us. We have decided to promote you to acting interim President of Special Projects until such time as we can find a replacement. When we do you will take up duties as Vice President. Congratulations Ms Morgan. You just made Junior partner." Hunt stood up and held out his hand.

I looked up at him dumbly. I'd been given a reprieve. I'd been given a godamn promotion.

I let out a chuckle at the absurdity. To think that I had Angel, or should I say Angelus to thank for this.
No matter what though, I would still find a way to make him pay.

It wasn't over, not by a long shot.

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