Thunder echoed inside the small library where Giles sat with his nose pressed in a book. He looked up at Willow and Tara with a frown, both witches were sound asleep in the same chair.
"Buffy," Giles called as he rose to his feet.
He walked towards the neat and orderly stacks silently, holding a small cross as protection from the possible vampires. The stacks cast eerie shadows over the narrow walking paths that unnerved Giles for some odd reason today. Something was off and he couldn't put his finger on it. A dark figure moved between the stacks in front of Giles that kind of reminded him of Angel.
"Angel," Giles called out to the figure.
The figure moved towards the wall faster. Giles sprinted after the shadow, knowing that the figure would be cornered soon. Slowly the shadows began to get thicker around Giles, surrounding him nearly completely. Giles turned and looked back the way he came, but there was no light behind him. The darkness completely shrouded him.
"This will be fun," a harsh voice whispered in his ear as a hand closed around his throat.
Giles clawed at the hand, pressing the cross into the flesh of his assailant. A dark laugh echoed through the darkness as Giles lost consciousness.