Oh yeah, in this, they won't talk about the events of the comics or Angel season 5 because I have not seen them yet!
(Written from Anya's Perspective)
"Now what?" Oz says.
"We escape," Andrew says optimistically.
"Yeah, but how?" I ask, standing up.
"Check the walls for a secret button," Spike says, lighting a cigarette.
"Dude, we might not have air!" Andrew whines.
"Not my problem," He laughs.
"Why?" Oz says.
"I'm a vampire!" Spike grins. "I don't need to bleedin' breathe!"
"What?" Andrew and I say simultaneously.
"You guys should know I'm a werewolf," Oz shrugs.
A waft of cigarette smoke drifts up to the lightbulb, and a door appears.
"Oh," Andrew says.
"That was easy," I say, opening the door. We all exit the room and find ourselves at a school.
Sunnydale high.
"Did any of you guys go here?" I ask, feeling the sun shine on me.
I notice Spike back up into the shadows quickly.
"Yeah," Oz and Andrew nod.
"No, but it seems familiar," Spike shrugs, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"Well, well, well, you guys made it," The Author's voice says. We all turn to see her slow clapping.
"It's you," Spike scoffs.
"Yeah, you," I snarl.
"Temper, temper," the Author grins. "Just so you know, you can backtrack as much as you want here. There are many, many places to explore here. Also, Spike, even though it is day in some of the rooms, you won't burn. And Oz, you won't go wolf,"
"Anything else we should know?" Oz asks, crossing his arms.
"Oh yeah, you might find other people here," The Author says. "Just thought you might want to know that,"
She walks down one of the outdoor hallway things until she rounds a corner.
"Where to?" Andrew asks timidly.
"Do we split up here or travel as a group?" Oz asks.
"Umm, I'm in favor of sticking together," Andrew says meekly.
"We should split up just so I don't have to deal with you guys," Spike says, wandering off.
"We probably should stick together," I say. "For you know. Safety,"
"Now where do we go?" Andrew asks.
"Maybe we should seek higher ground?" Oz suggests. "Get the lay of the land, you know,"
"I've got nothing better," I shrug.
"How about that tower then?" Andrew asks, pointing across the courtyard to the tower.
"Let's go, then," I say, striding across the yard.
"Wait!" Andrew calls out. "What about Spike?"
"He'll find us. Maybe," Oz says, running to catch up with me.
"Maybe I can find him and have sex with him!" I chirp. "He is hot, after all,"
"Yeah, he is," Andrew sighs. His eyes widen as he say "I mean, umm, really?"
"Are you gay?" I ask.
"Eh?" Andrew shrugs.
"Huh," Oz shrugs.
The three of us find the staircase to the watchtower and climb up to the top. When we get there, there's a short boy floating in the air like it's water.
"Who's that?" I ask. "Do either of you know him?"
"Hey," Andrew says tentatively, touching his arm. The boy's eyes snap open, he breathes in deeply, and falls to the ground.
A few fragments of a memory snap into my head. Not enough to form anything concrete, just flashes.
"Hey, Jonathan," Andrew grins.