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Angelus is pacing in Principal Connor's office out of boredom when he's suddenly knocked off his feet, slamming his back against the floor. He starts to get up, only for a large Doc Marten to stomp down on his chest followed by the press of the point of a long wooden spear against his ribs directly above his heart.

Principal Connor glares down at him with narrowed eyes and practically growls, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shove this through your fucking heart, asshole."

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus looked back up at her, his hands held up above his head. He winced as her boot stomped down on the rib left tender by Buffy's ministrations of the previous day, but otherwise didn't move. "Can I at least ask what it is I've been accused of?"